The reason why the Zhou family looks down on the Cui family is because of the existence of Cui Shixiang. Compared with the Zhou Ying brothers and sisters, Cui Shixiang is far behind.
Just when everyone in the hall was secretly laughing, Cui Shixiang played the strings and heard the ethereal sound of the piano, dispersing the whispers.
Zhao An's eyes brightened, and a dragon king's crooked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Not bad, Guanglingsan!
This kid actually remembered it!
Guangling San is one of the treasures of five thousand years of civilization and is very well-known in the original world.
Its artistic conception is not weaker than Guanshan Grudge. It tells the story of the Warring States Period. In order to repay his kindness, Nie Zheng went to assassinate the Prime Minister of Han after the expiration of his filial piety.
Since ancient times, filial piety and righteousness have been in a dilemma, but he did it.
His style is in line with the Confucian principles of loyalty, filial piety and righteousness, so it was still praised by people even in the feudal era and passed down to later generations.
As the melody of Guangling San unfolded, the expressions of everyone present gradually solidified.
Zhou Ying's eyes widened and her expression was dull.
Anyone who knows a little about music can feel the gripping and tense melody, which is a portrayal of Nie Zheng's revenge assassination.
Xu Ruqing looked at Zhao An subconsciously, her pretty face filled with joy, and the empress' expression also relaxed.
As for Cui Wengong, Zhou Miao, Chen Guogong and others, it was as if they had seen a ghost.
Is this still the ignorant and ignorant dandy?
To put it bluntly, this song surpasses Guan Shan Yu in every aspect.
So the next step is to see what the background of the story is.
Everyone had a vague feeling that the background of this song was anything but ordinary.
There were also some people whose eyes fell on Zhao An just like Xu Ruqing.
The disciples of the Cui family never have such a high level. The most outrageous thing is that this piece of music does not exist in the Ledao inheritance!
Just like the water chant, it is not included in the inheritance.
"Sir, tell the truth, did you give me this piece of music?" Xu Ruqing deliberately lowered his voice, like a mosquito humming.
Zhao An joked: "What do you think?"
"Nine times out of ten, it was you who taught it."
"You were only half right. I accidentally played this piece and Brother Cui learned it from me."
"really."
Xu Ruqing's eyes sparkled with admiration.
Poetry, painting, medicine, music, business, and those weird things.
She was confused as to whether the man in front of her was an immortal and why he was so stunningly talented!
Looking at the past, present and future, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a man with such talent, right?
It's like he has mastered everything, knows everything, and is even very skilled in power.
Zhao An said sarcastically: "Don't praise me, I will be proud."
"Sir's talent is worthy of it."
"You're wrong, I don't know how to do it at all."
"What?"
"Martial arts."
Poof.
After Zhao An finished speaking, Xu Ruqing almost laughed out loud.
It makes sense when you think about it. My husband's martial arts skills are like those of a three-legged cat, but compared to ordinary children from aristocratic families, he is still pretty good.
Zhao An said nothing, subconsciously recalling the last time he was forced to compete by Jiuyin, and he was as light as a swallow in the panic.
Could it be that the original owner was really good at martial arts, but he was just a rookie occupying a dove's nest and completely forgot about the rules. Only in times of crisis would the body's muscle memory be stimulated.
It seems that I need to ask the old bald donkey and ask him to help check his body.
After a cup of tea, Guangling San was finished playing.
The hall was silent, and then there was thunderous applause, with the women clapping the hardest.
Their minds are simple and do not involve too many conflicts of power, so they have their own subjective judgments on beautiful melodies.
Comparing the two, "Guan Shan Yu" is a little bit worse. Without Cui Shixiang's smooth and catchy melody, it is as if an ancient picture scroll is presented in front of the eyes, making people's minds ups and downs with the melody, and the hair on the hair stands on end.
"Everyone, my song is called "Guangling San"."
Cui Shixiang introduced the track loudly and changed its story to a certain dynasty in the past.
Zhou Miao praised: "Yes, in order to repay a favor, he killed the enemy alone after the period of filial piety, which is a great chivalrous person."
"The wind is rustling and the water is cold. A strong man will never return once he is gone."
Zhao An took over the conversation and wrote a poem lightly, which made the scribes in the palace feel like they were struck by lightning.
How heroic and aspirational this poem is!
The beautiful eyes of the women were flowing, and their hearts were beating fiercely.
"As expected of Mr. Zhou, that's amazing."
"The poems, lyrics, and rhymes are all exquisite, and his casual words are like quatrains for the ages. He is the first person in ancient times."
All the officials in the palace, as well as the empress, were also savoring this poem. Her picturesque brows and eyes were stretched, showing a weird smile.
She was very happy. A poem from the dog slave was worth thousands of praises from others. Unless someone could praise Zhou Ying like this, the Cui family's victory would be determined.
As expected, Zhou Ying's pretty face fell down, and she said somewhat sourly: "Why do you prefer one to another, sir? Is it possible that a little girl's melody cannot be worthy of a line of poetry from sir?"
As soon as the words fell to the ground, there were exclamations everywhere.
Zhou Ying was stunned and quickly lowered her head, only to realize that she had said the wrong thing.
What kind of status does she have? She just acted like a resentful woman!
Teasing and jealous glances wandered between Zhao An, Xu Ruqing and Zhou Ying.
Zhao An's wave of hatred was inexplicable.
Forget about the most talented woman in the world, is the second talented woman in the world a joke?
Normally, I wouldn't mind finding a few poems to praise her, but not now.
Victory or defeat is imminent, so praising her means suppressing the Cui family.
Chen Guogong said gloomily: "Sir, Miss Zhou's talent is not worthy of your praise?"
"Didn't I praise Miss Zhou just now?"
"Hmph, I have never heard of Guangling Powder. Could it be Mr. Cui who taught me?"
In order to allow the Zhou family to take control of the Imperial College, Chen Guogong personally went to jail.
Cui Shixiang was stared at with hair all over his body, and he felt too guilty to dare to look at him.
Zhao An said loudly: "Today's wedding ceremony will be arranged by the two families themselves. Besides, the lottery competition will all depend on luck, unless the prince thinks that the subordinate officials can do the math."
Chen Guogong sneered for a while; "Everyone knows that there is an unknown history in Mr. Zhou's mind. Whether it is the Yin of the Water or the Immortal of Linjiang, it is not impossible to randomly pick out an unknown piece of music. Otherwise, why is Guanglingsan not well known? It’s disgraceful for you to interfere in the cultural society again.”
"Why do you need to put such a high hat on me, Your Majesty? Could it be that this incident doesn't count?"
"Nature doesn't count."
Chen Guogong smiled coldly, stood up and said loudly to the empress: "Your Majesty, today's competition is still subject to external interference. It is better to wait for another opportunity in the future."
The disciples of the Zhou family nodded quickly, and some officials also stood up to agree.
As long as it doesn't count, if word spreads, there will be no winner or lose between the two sides, and the Zhou family's reputation will still be as good as that of the Cui family.
Zhou Miao seemed a little ashamed as she stroked her beard, but she didn't say anything.
The pressure came to the empress. She glanced at Cui Wengong who lowered his head and said nothing, and said helplessly: "In that case..."
"His Majesty!"
Zhao An stood up abruptly, and everyone in the audience looked at him sideways.
