Hu Ziyun watched Lingqu walk off the stage, her eyes still looked at Yu Xiucheng, and she was slightly surprised that the leading woman in the Western Regions actually fell in love with Yu Taifu like them.

If she wins, will she become Mrs. Yu's wife?

Just when Hu Ziyun was thinking wildly, the three pianists behind the Lingqu had already come to the stage one by one and began to play, and the tunes of the three people were different, showing them in different ways of war, showing a huge scene of the Civil War for the Daqing officials present, the cruelty of the war, the bloodiness of the war, and the ruthlessness of the war were expressed through the song without reservation.

No one remembers the melodious and tactful thirteen strings that Daqing is proud of, but only remembers the shock and immotion of each scene.

He Jing had a gray face and looked at the Western Regions pianist in front of him with a heavy face, are these people human, are they clearly immortals, these songs should only exist in the sky, how did such a shocking song come out, he was almost moved to cry, such a big piano can play such a tender tune?

He is a person who understands music, otherwise he would not have left the king of Pingning in the mansion to sing songs for him every day.

His moist eyes looked at Xingguo Gong and the few generals sitting down, and saw that they were in a similar state to him, and the faces of those generals were gloomy, and they were silent for a long time, as if those bloody war scenes appeared in front of him again.

He looked at the people around him, almost all of them were trapped in this song, the audience was silent, no one spoke, and they were all deeply impressed.

In the middle of the night, no one in the Jukun Hall made a sound.

Yu Xiucheng waited silently, people played well, and he couldn't disagree, if He Jining wanted to win these piano masters with the song just now, he was afraid that he would be laughed at.

The four pianists in the Western Regions have finished playing, and he wants to see what the three Daqing people on the stage do.

He Jining looked around, and saw that everyone in the audience was impressed by the Western Regions violinist, gritted her teeth angrily, she pushed Hu Ziyun beside her and said, "What are you afraid of, you go, they think that Xiaoqin can't fight Daqin?" Let them listen, our thirteen-stringed piano in Daqing is the best, don't be frightened by the formation of others. ”

But Hu Ziyun was pushed out and shrunk back, she wouldn't go forward.

She turned around and stammered at Hu Ziyun: "Miss He, they are indeed better than me, I, I think I am still ......!"

"Shut up!" He Jining shouted: "You came up to represent Daqing, how can you say such a thing?" ”

Hu Ziyun was embarrassed: "I do ......"

"Humph!" He Jining pushed her away angrily and looked at the servant standing on the side: "Bring the piano up, and I'll let them see the thirteen strings of Daqing!" ”

She looked at Xiao Qing with a horizontal eyebrow, looking at her like a waste in her eyes.

Xiao Qing looked back at He Jining coldly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, if he didn't play well, he would look down on others.

Several servants lifted the thirteen strings up and placed them opposite Piano, the large and the small piano became a stark contrast, He Jining walked over, sat down again, and put his hands on the strings.

He Jining glared at everyone angrily, put her hands on the strings, she thought back to the song she could play, and finally found another song about war, but if she played this song tonight, she was afraid that she would lose.

She didn't want to lose, and she couldn't lose, but she couldn't think of anything else besides this one.

She had no choice but to add some skill and emotion to the existing tunes.

When she decided, she exhaled deeply, her fingers gently plucking the strings, and the soft lyrical melody began to flow.

When it is low, it makes people's ears ring, when it is high, it is exciting, and the song is gentle and agitated, and He Jining can vividly show the loss, desolation, and displacement brought about by the war with every pluck, so that the listener's heart is tightly grasped.

He Jining used a lifetime of skill and emotion, all poured into this song, and after a song, she gracefully withdrew her hands, very satisfied with her performance, and felt that she had just played extraordinarily.

After she finished playing, she looked at Yu Xiucheng in the seat happily.

It's just that Yu Xiucheng was looking at Xiao Qing on the side at the moment, and He Jining followed his gaze to Xiao Qing.

Xiao Qing stood yawning, a little sleepy.

This scene stung He Jining, she was so focused on this song, Xiao Qing was yawning?

She held back the anger in her heart, looked at everyone and smiled, got up and bowed to everyone, after getting up, she looked at several piano masters in the Western Regions quite proudly, either the piano is big, or the piano skills are good, can move people, and the thirteen strings can move people.

Lingqu responded with a smile: "You can only say that you play well, but it's a pity, the emotions are too thin, the skills are too much, and the thirteen strings are not of the greatest use in Ling's hands......"

As she spoke, she walked up to He Jining: "Can you play a song on your piano?" ”

He Jining refused in her heart, but she could only allow it on this occasion, and she took a position sideways, so she gave up a position to Lingqu.

After Lingqu sat down, his hands began to pluck the strings, again and again, copying the song He Jining had just played, even more popular than He Jining's.

Every time she hit a climax, He Jining's face seemed to be slapped once, and every time she hit her, she had no ability to parry, and in the end, He Jining was bruised and extremely ugly.

Until the Lingqu was finished, He Jining's face was dark and gloomy, and it was about to explode.

Lingqu looked at her with a smile, ignited her last bit of patience, and said, "Daqing's thirteen strings are nothing more than that, but unfortunately, even if the thirteen strings are played well, what if they are played?" It's not as good as our pianist in the Western Regions, and no one in Daqing can play Piano, and no one of you has even seen this piano, so it's not a shame for you to lose to us! If you have the ability, you can also find someone who can pop up Piano and convince us? ”

He Jining clenched his fists in the next second and wanted to rush over, but was grabbed by a powerful meat hand beside him.

"If you want to be more embarrassed, you can go!" Xiao Qing reminded coldly.

He Jining glared at Xiao Qing hatefully, and then looked back at Lingqu with hatred, and finally had to endure this breath.

"Hahaha, hahaha!" Geng Jiyong laughed and said: "Yu Taifu, our piano master is rude, but this competition is really exciting, compared to now, I think the outcome is basically decided, Yu Taifu, please play with the emperor tomorrow morning, the next three years of tribute to the Western Regions will be exempted, ahahaha......"

Geng Jiyong saw the face of the Daqing official, his heart was very happy, thinking that he would not have to pay tribute to Daqing every year in the future, how the king of the Western Regions would promote him, he was happy in his heart, and the smile on his face was naturally presumptuous.

Yu Xiucheng saw Geng Jiyong's blatant provocation, and looked at He Jing and Xingguo Gong without changing his face, but saw that they were lifeless and had no power to fight back.

"How should Taishi He and Xingguo Gong deal with it?"

He Jing and Xingguo Gong hung their heads silently.

"Humph!" Yu Xiucheng sneered, and scolded these people in their hearts for being useless.

"Ambassador Geng, your luthiers are really different! Just ......"

(End of chapter)