"Zheng—"

The sound of the piano penetrates the wooden partition wall and comes from outside the private room, atmospheric and free, such as rain hitting the rocks, like the wind blowing the leaves and falling leaves, the middle is broad, and there is the sound of gold and stone.

Lin Xiuran drank a little wine with Luo Xin'er and Hua Jieyu, and listened to the beautiful sound of the piano, which was pleasant.

The door of the private room is separated by only a beaded curtain, and when you look out through the beaded curtain, you can see the qin ji sitting on the piano platform and stroking the piano.

She sat on a round stool with yellow pears and long black hair that reached to her waist, tied only with a thin red rope behind her.

Qin Ji's body is straight, her legs are folded and slightly bent, her face is as quiet as water, not a wave, her fingers are delicate, but she plays with it again and again, sometimes leisurely and slowly, sometimes stormy, the sound of the piano is a mountain flat and a mountain high, one after another, very pleasant.

"Zheng—"

Under the delicate fingers of Qin Ji, the qin song gradually reached the top of the peak, like thousands of troops and horses, stepping on the soldiers, and like the mountain wind howling, the world was depressed.

"Zheng Zhengzheng-" There seems to be a strong wind in the Qin Pavilion.

"Zheng Zhengzheng-" There seemed to be a shower in the piano pavilion.

Finally, there was a "buzz".

At the peak of the piano song, when the pride could no longer be advanced, the qin ji suddenly pressed the strings with her hand and stopped the sound of the piano.

The end of the song.

Listening to the Qin Pavilion suddenly fell silent, but there was a slight tremor in the aftermath.

"Okay—"

After a long time, someone finally broke the silence, clapped their palms, and applauded loudly.

Others immediately chimed in.

Qin Ji got up, thanked everyone for their support, hugged the guqin, went downstairs, and left everyone's sight.

"Xianggong, this sister plays so well! as well as Sister Xin'er!"

While praising Qin Jiqin's superb skills, Hua Jieyu also slapped Luo Xin'er's ass fiercely.

Lin Xiuran couldn't see this little girl's cautious appearance the most, so he teased him, and said: "Yes, yes, my Xin'er can still play the piano for me if I'm fine, what do you say you little girl can do for me? I haven't done anything for half a year, but the meat has grown a few pounds and a few taels, hum, I see, I'll take a break from you early." ”

Hua Jieyu saw Lin Xiuran's face full of smiles, of course she knew that he was joking with herself, and she didn't take it seriously.

She feigned anger and said: "Hmph, don't do anything, then you return the purse and handkerchief to me, I won't embroider it for you anymore, kindness is treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, and I won't wake you up anymore, let you sleep until dark." ”

"Huh. ”

Luo Xin'er looked at Lin Xiuran and Hua Jieyu arguing there, giggling.

A room full of small happiness.

......

After the long-haired and waist-length Qin Ji went downstairs, another Qin Ji came upstairs with the guqin in her arms.

Her footsteps moved lightly, and as she walked, there seemed to be lotus flowers blooming. On the feet is a pair of red embroidered shoes, the body is a plain white gauze skirt, the guqin in the arms is simple and upright, like an extraordinary thing, look up, you will see a beautiful face of the country and the city, the eyebrows are picturesque, the lips are like poetry, it is the most famous "Su Qingwan" girl in the Ruizhu Palace.

As soon as Su Qingwan appeared, she immediately caused a commotion in Tingqin Pavilion.

"Why is Fairy Su here?"

"It turns out that she is Miss Su Qingwan of Ruizhu Palace, as rumored, the country and the city, today is really lucky, not only can you see the beauty of Fairy Su, but also appreciate Fairy Su's piano skills, this trip is not in vain. ”

"Haha, it's all stained with Brother Yan's light. ”

"Where, where. The banquet proprietor surnamed Yan said modestly.

Su Qingwan's appearance in the Listening Qin Pavilion was indeed quite surprising.

You know, in a few days, it will be the Golden Scale Trial Festival.

Su Qingwan was criticized in the Ruizhu Palace because she ranked last in the last attempt to climb the ladder, but in the end, she still succeeded in becoming the final candidate.

Now, she shouldn't show up to listen to the Qin Pavilion, but should meditate in the palace and be fully prepared for the Golden Scale Test.

"It's really a good color!"

"Don't make noise anymore, listen to music with peace of mind!"

Su Qingwan held the guqin in her arms, ignoring the surprise and exclamation of everyone, walked up to the piano platform, sat down on the yellow pear round stool in the middle, placed the guqin on the piano case, and after a little adjustment, began to "present music" for the guests.

"Zheng—"

The sound of the piano rises again, and it is faint and scattered.

Different from the impassioned qin music of the piano girl just now, Su Qingwan's piano music is more in line with the taste of literati.

Mournful and miserable, still ashamed to speak, lingering and compassionate, with some little women's sorrow and sorrow.

With her beautiful face that captivates the country and the city, people are not fascinated by it.

In the audience, some people have already listened to the sound of the piano, remembered their past, and sighed.

......

Before I knew it, half an hour had passed.

Su Qingwan finished counting the songs, and after winning countless praises, she didn't continue.

In the middle of the moon, the night was deep, Su Qingwan got up from the round stool, picked up the guqin, said goodbye to all the piano guests in the audience, and turned to leave.

When she was about to go downstairs, she only heard a sound of "Miss Su and slow" in the private room, and then saw a young man in Tsing Yi open the bead curtain from the private room and walked out.

The boy in Tsing Yi is quite tall, half a head taller than others, his appearance is decent, quite heroic, and there is a confident smile on his face.

"I wonder what's the matter with Childe?"

Su Qingwan hugged the qin, turned around, and looked at the boy in Tsing Yi.

Hurriedly called Miss Su, and took the liberty of being down. The boy in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "In Xiayu Hangcheng, Yan Taikang." ”

"It turned out to be Yan Bangyan. ”

Su Qingwan bowed slightly, nodded, and could be regarded as having seen Yan Taikang Yan Bangyan.

"I don't know what happened when Yan Gongzi stopped the little girl?"

Yan Taikang saw that Su Qingwan recognized him, and the confidence and pride between his eyebrows rose a few points.

Since she knew her identity, she would have less to introduce her identity, and he smiled calmly: "Miss Su is recognized as a talented woman by the people in the rivers and lakes, so she naturally knows that the top three in the imperial examination of the Wu Dynasty are all going to participate in the Golden Scale Examination, and I have come here to ask Miss Su for advice." ”

"Yan Gongzi said with a smile, the last time the four major sects tried to climb the ladder, the little girl ranked last, and she didn't even go through half of it, I taught Yan Gongzi experience, didn't I mistake people's children?"

Su Qingwan glanced at Yan Taikang and said, "Besides, the Yuan Xueyi Gongzi of your faction is a great talent who has almost reached the top of the Golden Scale Mountain, Yan Gongzi and Yuan Gongzi are from the same faction, and they are the same teacher, Yan Gongzi should go and ask him for advice, how can you ask me?

"Haha, Miss Su, you should also understand that since ancient times, literati have been contemptuous, how can we avoid vulgarity? He is arrogant, even if he doesn't even look at me as a fellow subject, how can he tell me about the Golden Scale Test?" Yan Taikang saw that Su Qingwan had the intention of refusing, and couldn't help but keep it.

"The little woman really has nothing to say, Yan Gongzi please be smart!"

Su Qingwan held the piano and still shook her head.

With that, she ignored Yan Taikang anymore, went straight downstairs, and left Tingqin Pavilion.

Yan Taikang stood in the lobby, his face was gloomy, but it was inconvenient to show it, he stood for a long time, and finally "hum-" and returned to the private room.

......