Miss Ningxiang's music sounded familiar to Lin Yi.
certainly.
It's just that some of the melody is similar and familiar, a bit like the ancient song "Red Pity" that he liked to listen to in his previous life.
But not quite.
But after listening to it, Lin still had an indescribable feeling, especially the sound of the guzheng.
Lin also didn't know much about music, but he could understand the artistic conception in the music.
actor.
Worry about the country.
Hot blooded.
bitter.
Sometimes it was melodious, sometimes it was passionate... Lin Yi closed his eyes slightly, as if dreaming back to his past life.
When he heard the song "Chi Ling" for the first time, he got goosebumps all over his body.
He once looked up the creative background online and cried over it...
Now he travels through the literary world and hears a somewhat familiar melody again in a strange place.
Recalling the lyrics inside, the corners of my eyes became slightly moist.
"Your Majesty?"
Lin Yunhong noticed something was wrong with Lin Yi's mood, so he stretched out his hand and gently held the back of Lin Yi's hand.
"I'm fine, my son. The music played by Miss Ningxiang is very beautiful...and very sad!" Lin Yidao.
"Miss Ningxiang is a little girl your mother rescued in the Northern Territory. At that time, the demon was causing trouble in the Northern Territory, and her family members all died tragically at the hands of the demon..."
Lin Yunhong said softly and patted the back of Lin Yi's hand.
"What?"
Lin Yi was shocked. Does Miss Ningxiang, one of the three beauties in the capital, still have such a relationship with her father and mother?
The song ends!
There were two drops of tears hanging from the corners of Ningxiang's eyes. This was a song she composed while recalling some past events.
It's a pity that no one understands!
"Sounds good!"
"As expected of Miss Ningxiang who is proficient in music, this piece is really beautiful and her skills are superb..."
“The needle doesn’t poke!”
There are many praises from inside and outside Yueyang Tower.
Those talented people who were proficient in music also spoke highly of Miss Ningxiang.
But at this moment, the Holy Son Li Xiyang, who was sitting high in the Yueyang Tower, smiled and said: "Miss Ningxiang's melodious music is lingering in the air. It's a pity that Miss Ningxiang's singing is not suitable for the scene. It's a pity..."
"Yes, yes, Miss Ningxiang talks like an oriole singing. If you can hear the singing, today's literary party will be even more perfect!"
"Miss Ningxiang, are we lucky enough to listen to your singing?"
Many scholars from the Holy Academy agreed. They didn't understand what the Holy Son meant.
In fact, they also knew one thing secretly, that is, the Holy Son Li Xiyang once wanted to be Miss Ningxiang's guest, but was rejected.
The reason was that Li Xiyang's article praising her did not impress her.
Ningxiang looked at Li Xiyang who was smiling and said: "The little lady failed to make a satisfactory statement..."
"That's a pity. I have a word for this Holy Son. You can try singing it." Li Xiyang said with a smile.
He seemed to have been prepared. He took out a small piece of golden paper from his sleeve robe and asked the bachelor of the Holy Academy to hand it over.
This scene.
It attracted the attention of countless literati and bachelors. Everyone did not expect that the literary meeting had just begun, and the Holy Son of the Holy Academy would end immediately.
It’s such a good show that you don’t have to worry about being early.
Miss Ningxiang bowed her head and said, "Thank you Shengzi Li for the words."
"just sing!"
The corners of Li Xiyangpi's mouth were raised, and he was smiling. A coldness flashed deep in his eyes, and he said in his heart: "If you can't get it, it will be ruined!"
The scholars, officials, academicians and masters inside and outside the Yueyang Tower all looked at Miss Ningxiang.
greatly awaited!
'Then Li Xiyang is not a good person...' Lin Yi thought to himself.
Since Miss Ningxiang was the one who was saved by his mother, Lin Yi directly sided with Miss Ningxiang.
"The Holy Son Li Xiyang once wanted to be Ningxiang's guest, but was rejected by Ningxiang. As far as I know, Li Xiyang is narrow-minded and is afraid that the words he gave will be false and the humiliation will be true..."
Lin Yunhong's voice rang in Lin Yi's ears, saying: "If you have any ideas, you can help Miss Ningxiang. When she was young... she once hugged you in Kunning Palace!"
'Hug me? '
Lin Yi's old face couldn't help but blush, and he felt a little kind in his heart for no reason.
It still feels quite amazing.
"My son, do your best!"
Lin Yi came here today not to be low-key, otherwise the cultural meeting would be meaningless, and what he wanted was influence.
Influence in the hearts of the literati and officials in the capital.
at this time.
Miss Ningxiang took Li Xiyang's poem and read it. After just one glance, her beautiful eyebrows knitted together.
His chest rose and fell, as if he was suppressing anger.
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Li Xiyang, who was sitting high on the Yueyang Tower. Her delicate body was trembling slightly, and she was clenching her teeth.
Li Xiyang asked in confusion: "Miss Ningxiang, why haven't you started yet? It's better not to waste everyone's time."
"Sorry Li Shengzi, this little girl can't sing these words!"
Miss Ningxiang shook her head and refused, saying: "Li Shengzi's words are not suitable for the little girl's song."
"Why don't they fit in?"
Li Xiyang said doubtfully: "This saint's poem is based on your life experience. As a prostitute with such talent, this poem is definitely suitable for you."
Miss Ningxiang did not deny it, nodded and said: "The little girl is a prostitute, I have never denied this, but the little girl also knows the word honor and disgrace in her heart. Li Shengzi's words have many misunderstandings about the little girl. I'm sorry, the little girl can't sing! "
"If this word is sung, there will be talent around the building, which will benefit all the scholars and scholars present. Miss Ningxiang is not willing to make such a sacrifice?"
Li Xiyang was still aggressive, as if he wanted to knock Miss Ningxiang out of the world and step into the mud.
"Li Xiyang deserves to die!"
There was a trace of anger between Lin Yunhong's eyebrows.
'Since you, Li Xiyang, want to step on you, then I have to lift you up...' Lin Yi stood up at this time and said to Lin Yunhong: "Father, I will come as soon as you go!"
With that said, he walked towards Yueyang Tower.
Lin Yunhong was stunned at first, and then laughed. Prince Teng on the side asked in surprise: "Is it possible that the emperor's nephew is also proficient in music?"
…
Lin Yi's figure was not conspicuous in the crowd.
It wasn't until he reached the Yueyang Tower that Lin Yi raised his head to look at the veiled girl Ningxiang and said, "Miss Ningxiang, I have a song I want to dedicate to you. If you like it, I can play and sing it." !”
Uh-huh!
Uh-huh!
All eyes fell on Lin Yi, and a murderous intent suddenly flashed in Li Xiyang's eyes.
It's this kid again!
"Little friend Lin Yi..."
Fu Yuheng stood up suddenly, feeling very excited. Sure enough, he still climbed the mountain.
"Little friend Lin Yi!"
"Lin Yi?"
"Master!"
"Your Highness..."
At this moment, countless figures in Prince Teng's Pavilion stood up together, Zhong Zizheng, Li Mobai, Zhao Tai, Li Wenbo, Fang Qingxue...
Their eyes fell on Lin Yi one after another.
Similarly, many scholars recognized Lin Yi's identity and shouted: "It's Lin Yi, the provincial examiner who wrote the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion"!"
Wow!
There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and everyone's scalp went numb instantly.
he came!
It turns out that the young man who wrote the most beautiful article ever written in the rural examination, Jieyuan, was much better looking than them.
Miss Ningxiang's beautiful eyes flashed, and she lowered her eyes to look at Lin Yi, as if she saw hope in her eyes.
Her eyes were soft, and she bowed to Lin Yi and said, "Ningxiang, thank you Master for your words, please..."
Lin Yi saw the commotion inside and outside Yueyang Tower. He didn't expect that he was quite famous. He chuckled and said, "But in the rush of coming down, I asked Miss Ningxiang to lend me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone..."
"good!"
Ningxiang readily agreed. Naturally, she had heard of Lin Jieyuan's name, and particularly appreciated the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion".
Now that Lin Jieyuan has given her a message, isn't it a blessing for her?
