The purple-clothed man bowed down and watched the man walk away, Fang turned around, and said with his hand: "Our family's god guard Zhao Qianshan is it!"

The three words "Zhao Qianshan" made everyone present change color for a while, and they bowed down one after another to express their reverence.

Shenjiwei is the most mysterious investigative agency in Di Kingdom, with great power and powerful means beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and Zhao Qianshan is known as the "Iron Hand of the Capital", the Shenjiwei Evil Star and the first killer.

Even Ye Tan, who has always been arrogant and pretentious, was secretly frightened: he was too careless after all, and the divine guard protected the master and devolved under his nose, and the whole house didn't notice it.

Zhao Qianshan saw the awe in everyone's expressions out of the corner of his eyes, but he turned a blind eye and continued: "As for the selection of talents, you can't give up halfway...... It's just that we must not seek our own selfish interests for the sake of the country and for the name of today's talent selection, but to brush off today's celery!"

Although this word is a soft word, it has already made Ye Tan sweat like rain, and I don't know how to deal with it.

Ye Xiaofeng was still calm, stepped forward and bowed down and said: "The old man will live up to today's trust, and do his best to elect for the country, and he will not give up!"

Zhao Qianshan ignored him, still looked at Ye Tan, who bowed his head and was silent, and said: "Lord Ye, your Ye family is also a famous family that has made immortal feats, and now I also have high hopes for you, if such a dim and old man does whatever he wants, Lord Ye and the entire Ye family will probably be destroyed!"

Ye Xiaofeng was embarrassed and ashamed by him, and said very unwillingly: "Even if the old man is old, he will not be so unbearable, why did Lord Zhao say this!"

Zhao Qianshan clenched his fists and sneered: "The night master is a hereditary prince, how can Zhao someone be a five-grade petty official, how dare he make groundless accusations?"

Ye Xiaofeng bowed his head and softened, and his face suddenly showed arrogance.

Zhao Qianshan's face turned cold, and he continued: "The words below are from the mouth of that nobleman."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Xiaofeng, who was still calm just now, immediately turned his face like earth, and fell to his knees with a thud.

Zhao Qianshan still ignored him, looked at Ye Qianzhong who was standing in the field, and said loudly: "Let this young man finish what he should do!"

Kang Mang heard this, and slightly bowed his head to signal Ye Qianzhong.

The boy holding the question box had long been frightened and stood on the side of the stage like a stake.

Ye Qianzhong gently walked up to him, gently picked up the inscription paper on the far right, and turned around to hand it to the boy who was reading the question.

The little boy hurriedly opened it and said in a panic: "Learn...... Child...... Night Thousand ...... The title of the redraw is "The Song of Leaving People"!"

"Song of Leaving People" is a slang ballad that circulates in the folk of Parrot Island, because it is simple and straightforward, it is difficult to enter the poem, which is an out-and-out problem.

The audience began to talk a lot, and even Kang Mang's face showed a sad color.

Ye Qianzhong lowered his head and pondered, he was looking for the answer in Shen Shengnan's memory, for Shen Shengnan, the liberal arts tyrant back then, this was not a matter. After a moment's deep groaning, his eyes sparkled brightly.

"Three thousand miles from the homeland,

Twenty years in the deep palace

A song of departure

Tears fall in front of you!"

Ye Xiaofeng's face sank like water, and he shook his head and reprimanded: "The night is a thousand times, such a prosperous world, the holy king has accumulated countless prestige, and the world has been peaceful and prosperous for a long time, as the people of Di country, we can only be grateful and inspirational, but you are young and say some depressing words such as 'old country' and 'deep palace', it is inevitable that the style is a little low, could it be that there are some unspeakable thoughts about the current dynasty?"

You must know that being convicted for words is a hidden stake buried in the hearts of the scholars of all dynasties, and "unwarranted" is always the most difficult to resist killing.

Ye Xiaofeng's remarks are harboring endless evil intentions, and he really wants to find an opportunity to put Ye Qian to death!

Even Kang Mang, who had been sitting silently and quietly, couldn't sit still, looked at Ye Xiaofeng and said word by word: "Poetry is a thing that expresses the aspirations of the people, and people's minds change instantly. Beibi once heard his brother mention that when he was sixteen years old now, he once pretended, "If I am from the Qingdi in his youth, I would like to be fragrant with Hanmei all the way!"

Kang Mang's face was calm and his tone was gentle, but in fact, he was full of words.

Beads of sweat the size of beans already appeared on Ye Xiaofeng's face.

Zhao Qianshan seemed to be afraid that he would make noise again, so he arched his hand at Kang Mang and said: "Mr. Kang, Zhao Moujie Wufu, you really have no experience in these crepe things, everything depends on you being old!"

Kang Mang smiled and clenched his fists and said: "Commander Zhao Wenwu Shuangquan is already famous in Jinghua, so why bother to be too humble?"

Zhao Qianshan waved his hand again and again: "How dare Zhao be ugly in front of Mr. Kang!"

Kang Mang naturally knew that Zhao Qianshan's humility at the moment was more to show favor to his brother Kang Baike, who was the second assistant of the cabinet, so he was no longer polite to him at the moment, raised his thick eyebrows, looked at a few people around him, and said slowly: "In terms of poetry alone, this young man should be the crown of today!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience chattered endlessly

, Ye Ruyang's face, which was surrounded by everyone, was like a frost-beaten leaf, and suddenly there was no complacency of Fang Cai. Night Xinghe stared fiercely at Ye Qianzhong on the stage and clenched his fists.

Xie Tianhua whispered in his ear: "This kid has always been slick and tight, and he does some tricks of stealing beams and changing pillars!"

Ye Qingxuan on the side glanced at Xie Tianhua with disgust, and when he turned to the high platform again, he turned into a smiling expression.

Intuition told her that the night Qianzhong on the stage would not be as unbearable as Xie Tianhua said.

A slender figure as jade, separated from everyone, slowly walked to the high platform, and there was a sound of exclamation from the audience.

It's the night of Ruyang!

As the pride of the night family and the leader of youth, he must let go of his reserve and dignity, and challenge the nameless young man on the stage, and let go of his dignity precisely to pick up the pride and dignity that was trampled on by this nameless person!

The children of the Ye clan in the audience all felt Ye Ruyang's decisive fighting spirit, and for a while, they actually had a common hatred for the enemy, and they all cheered for him with their palms.

Ye Ruyang slowly walked towards the center of the high platform, his expression was solemn, and his steps were thick and slow, which made him feel a majestic momentum. In the eyes of many people, in front of the majestic Ye Ruyang, who is as rich as jade and majestic, the thin and small Ye Qianzhong is too insignificant.

"Ye Qianzhong, you are very good!" Ye Ruyang stood opposite Ye Qianzhong, his body as tall as a green pine.

Yachiju smiled and stared into his eyes, and from his pair of dark brown pupils, Yachiju saw something different from that confident and calm expression!

Faint unease!

Like a tenacious hunter, Yachiju pinched the faint uneasiness, a seemingly powerful soul's death hole, enough to crush him in one fell swoop.

"Ye Ruyang, you shouldn't have judged me right or wrong, right?" asked Ye Qianzhong lazily.

Ye Ruyang was surprised, looked at Ye Qianzhong a little strangely, and said coldly: "I admit that I had the idea of despising you at the beginning, but today I have to fight for the honor of the Ye family!"

Ye Qianzhong looked at him noncommittally, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said softly and slowly: "You don't need to represent the entire Ye family, and you can't represent the entire Ye family, Ye Xiaofeng can't represent it, Ye Tan can't represent it, and the cabinet member who is far away in Jinghua can't represent the Ye family!"

Ye Ruyang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The bird's ambition is known!

He walked gently to the west side of the platform and opened a phoenix qin.

Fengque Qin is the king of musical instruments in the country, with a high-pitched, unpredictable voice and extremely difficult to learn. Therefore, there are not many people in Di Guo who can understand the Fengque qin, and there are even fewer people who can play this instrument seamlessly.

I saw Ye Ruyang bow lightly to the audience, slowly move forward, go around the back of Feng Que Qin, ten fingers lightly moved, on the six strings of Feng Que Qin left and right, immediately there is a tinkling like spring water, chirping like a bird of beautiful music echoing in people's ears, reciprocating, not dispersed for a long time.

Ye Ruyang glanced at Ye Qianzhong, and a bottomless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This smile comes from the strong self-confidence in the heart of a proud son of the family.

Ye Ruyang kept playing the famous song "Phoenix Pride" in Di Guo's hand.

With the sound of music, Yeruyang seems to be in the boundless deep forest of ancient trees, beasts patrolling, and birds flying. A splendid and beautiful phoenix stood in the air with its wings spread, startling all beasts and birds to stop. The phoenix's wings moved, blowing the wind that shook the earth and the mountains, and ignited the heavenly fire that covered the sky and the sun. For a time, the tiger wolf roared, the little beast wailed, the birds roared, and the heaven and earth were in a state of chaos.

The voices disappeared suddenly, and the phoenix stood proudly on the top of a towering dragon's blood tree, and all beasts and birds surrendered one after another. For a time, between heaven and earth, only the spring water is murmuring, the wind is shallow, the trees are gently shaking, and the mountains and valleys should be singing.

The sound of the piano has stopped, and Ye Ruyang slowly raised his head, and his handsome face was still solemn.

The people in the audience seemed to be stupid, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Ye Qianzhong took the lead in applauding, and everyone responded with thunderous applause.

Ye Qianzhong admires Ye Ruyang's piano skills, but the natural defects of this piano prevent his talent from being fully developed.

The scale of Fengque Qin is divided into six levels: "Heaven", "Earth", "Mountain", "Water", "People", and "Harmony", and the lack of one high and one low at the beginning and end of the two tones makes it difficult to fully display the tenderness of its performance, and it is difficult to express its nostalgia when it is high-pitched, which inevitably makes the listener have a feeling of scratching the boots.

When Ye Ruyang slowly retreated, Ye Qianzhong stepped forward, looked down at the ancient Fengque Qin, and then took off two hairpins from his head and gently inserted them in the beginning and end of the strings. In this way, there are two more scales on the instrument out of thin air.

Ye Qianzhong gently stroked the nail tip of his little finger, tearing the silk and cracking the brocade at the treble, resounding and curbing the clouds, and the tactful and lingering at the bass, gloomy and flying. He gently picked up the piano, put it on his knees, and said loudly: "I give you a piece of "Symphony of Destiny"!"

Everyone in the audience saw Ye Qianzhong's strange performance, whispering, and talking endlessly.