Zhao Ji's face showed joy, and he looked at Zhang Shixun with a smile, "Brother Zhang is indeed extraordinary. Just a few pointers have produced remarkable results. He can be called a 'teacher with one finger'."

Zhang Shixun listened, straightened his clothes, and bowed solemnly, "Thank you very much, Your Majesty. I am truly humbled by this honor."

"Uh!" Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, pointing at Zhang Shixun and saying, "So... So you've figured out my identity a long time ago."

"Hehe! I'm not stupid. Ever since the emperor came in, Madam Li and the others have been so terrified and respectful that they dare not even sit down or look you in the eye. If I still can't tell that you are the emperor, wouldn't I be blind?"

Zhao Ji smiled and shook his head, saying, "I was so engrossed in listening to your performance that I didn't check for a moment. You took advantage of me and earned me the title of 'One Finger's Teacher'. Well, since I've benefited from you, it's not too much to reward you with the title of 'One Finger's Teacher'."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhang Shixun bowed.

Li Shishi was also happy for him and said with a smile: "Master Zhang has this 'one-finger teacher'. In the future, he can dominate the Song Dynasty with his zither skills."

Zhang Shixun said, "I dare not! This is a commendation from the emperor. I cannot rely on this 'one-finger master' to act tyrannically. If I do, I will become a crab."

Everyone laughed.

"Haha! Miss Shishi told me a few days ago that the Song Dynasty had produced a prodigy with extraordinary musical attainments. I thought she was joking. Later, she and Miss Saisai went to the palace to perform, and their piece 'Spring River Moonlit Night' astonished the audience. I later asked Miss Shishi privately, and learned that it was you who taught her. Today, after hearing your performance in person, it's indeed as she said, your attainments are truly extraordinary."

"Your Majesty, thank you for the compliment. Madam Li, it's too much praise. I am unworthy of the accolade of 'extraordinary attainments'." Zhang Shixun felt a little ashamed. All his playing skills came from thousands of years ago. They were the crystallization of knowledge of musicians and performers of all generations. He had only learned a little bit of the basics, but he used them to show off here. How shameless!

"Since you have gained such great benefits, then play the song 'Spring River Moon Night'." Zhao Ji said.

"When the king gives orders, it is better to obey than to be respectful."

Zhang Shixun sat at the piano table and played "Spring River Moon Night" carefully.

Zhao Ji was delighted to hear this and clapped his hands in admiration, saying, "How wonderful!"

After sighing for a while, he felt that he had not yet finished speaking, so he said, "Brother Zhang, please play another song for me."

Zhang Shixun couldn't refuse, so he thought for a moment and said, "I will play a piece of Guangling San for you, Your Majesty."

When Zhao Ji heard the words "Guangling San," he stood up suddenly and asked in a trembling voice, "Guangling San! Is this the Guangling San that Ji Kang played before his execution?"

"Exactly!"

Zhao Ji's throat moved rapidly up and down a few times, and he rubbed his hands and asked, "This music score has long been lost. Where did you get it?"

When Zhang Shixun heard Zhao Ji's question, he almost wanted to slap himself. Why did he have to play Guangling San when there were so many other things he could play?

I have to make up stories again, it’s so annoying.

Seeing Zhang Shixun's hesitation, Zhao Ji misunderstood and thought that he was unwilling to reveal the secret. He did not force him and waved his hand: "If it is inconvenient to tell me, then don't say it."

"The emperor has misunderstood. There's nothing to hide." Zhang Shixun coughed lightly and began to spin a story. "My father accidentally got the score of Guangling San from a man who had fled overseas while traveling. That man's ancestors had fled overseas to avoid disaster at the end of the Tang Dynasty. According to that man, Ji Kang had a nephew named Yuan Xiaoji, who also loved playing the qin. He once asked Ji Kang to teach him Guangling San, but was rejected. Yuan Xiaoji was unwilling to give up, so he quietly lurked outside the window while Ji Kang played the qin and memorized it. Unexpectedly, he was discovered by Ji Kang, who immediately stopped playing. Fortunately, Yuan Xiaoji had an excellent memory. After returning home, he wrote down the score from memory. Unfortunately, he only remembered thirty-three beats. After my father obtained the score, he and my mother worked tirelessly to complete the missing part at the end."

Zhang Shixun racked his brains to make up the story, not worrying at all about being seen through and exposed. No matter what he said, no one could tell the truth from the false, so what he said was what it was.

After making up the story, he was worried that if he continued like this, it would become a bad habit.

Sometimes, lying can be addictive.

Zhao Ji listened without any doubt and urged: "Then please play for me. I can't wait."

"Yes, sir!" Zhang Shixun sat back in front of the piano table and began to play seriously.

According to the "Book of Jin", Guangling San was given to Ji Kang by an ancient person when he was visiting Luoxi.

The Taiping Guangji records something a bit more mysterious, recounting a time when, while staying overnight at Yuehua Pavilion, he sat playing the qin (qin), and a ghost, moved by the sound, passed on the "Guangling San" to Ji Kang, further promising that the piece would never be taught to anyone else. Later, Ji Kang was murdered by Sima Zhao, and before his death, he lamented, "Guangling San is now extinct!"

The Guangling San played by Zhang Shixun was compiled by later generations based on the "Mysterious Music Score" collected by the Ming Dynasty court. The whole song is passionate and it is the only guqin music with an atmosphere of killing with spears and swords, and it is extremely artistic.

While playing the piano, Zhang Shixun kept observing Zhao Ji's reaction out of the corner of his eyes.

Zhao Ji is indeed an artist, and his emotions are easily contagious. Listening to this Guangling San, he sometimes frowned, sometimes felt sad and angry, and sometimes clenched his fists...

After the song was over, Zhao Ji stood up and, ignoring the people in the room, paced back and forth. After a long while, he came to the zither table and said to Zhang Shixun in a tone that would not brook refusal, "Write down this music score for me."

Zhang Shixun gave a bitter laugh and said, "Sir, I don't know how to remember music."

"You don't know how to remember music?" Zhao Ji didn't believe it at all.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Madam Li. I really don't know how to remember music."

Zhao Ji looked at Li Shishi with an inquiring look, and Li Shishi nodded at him.

"Haha! You play the zither so well, but you don't know how to write music." Zhao Ji laughed heartily, as if it was a very ridiculous thing that Zhang Shixun didn't know how to write music.

Zhao Ji was a man who had great pursuit of art, and he regarded the appearance of Guangling San as a treasure.

"Go get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and write down the score of Guangling San." Zhao Ji couldn't wait to instruct the female waitress standing beside him. He couldn't wait a moment.

I need to write down the music again.

The Jianzipu score was extremely complicated to remember, like a collection of ghostly scribbles. To Zhang Shixun, it was like a heavenly book.

Zhang Shixun patiently accompanied them to take notes for a while, but felt it was very boring. He yawned and looked up at the girls. Except for Li Shishi who was taking notes, everyone else had dull eyes.

If I were to finish writing this piece of music, it would definitely take me until the second half of the night, which is so hard to endure.

Zhang Shixun left the attic on the pretext of going to the toilet.