"The final competition will still test musical skills."

"The rules have just been changed slightly. I will compose a melody for my young lady later."

Then my lady will sing some lyrics, and if any of you can match the rest of the lyrics...

That would be considered a victory, a chance to see my young lady's true face, and perhaps even the honor of becoming her intimate guest.

After explaining the rules, Qingniao bowed slightly, then sat down in front of the guzheng and immediately began to gently pluck a melody.

Everyone was taken aback. Wasn't this a singing contest?

Jiang Mubai and Fang Bai were overjoyed: "I'm a professional at singing duets, this time I'm sure I'll win!"

A bluebird gently plucks the pipa, and a familiar melody slowly drifts over.

Upon hearing the intro melody, Shen Zhao immediately understood what kind of music it was.

Isn't that one of the songs I sang on the streets of Chang'an when I was Wuyazi in my previous life?

It's quite unexpected that Yu Xuanji was actually her own fan in disguise.

Shen Zhao snorted softly, his eyes filled with even greater displeasure.

Okay, okay!

You'd better prepare yourself mentally tonight.

After making up his mind, Shen Zhao immediately grabbed his wine glass and took a big gulp.

As the music began, the entire Yu Pin Xuan fell silent.

The melody was so unique and unheard of that it was impossible for anyone to understand it, leaving several talented scholars with no way to write lyrics.

"Hurry up and fill in the lyrics! Hurry up!"

Dong Chao kept urging Jiang Mubai to write lyrics.

But Jiang Mubai was already covered in sweat, so how could he possibly come up with any lyrics?

On the other side, Fang Bai next to Xu Shuyu was in the same situation, never expecting such a strange melody.

Just then, Yu Xuan's melodious singing voice drifted through the Imperial Pavilion:

"One person later passed through Jiangnan, where mist and rain locked away his melancholy."

"Hearing the gentle rocking of the oars, I was at a loss for words."

"The painted boats sing with the sounds of flutes and drums, and several songs break one's heart."

The song was melodious and captivating, inspiring endless imagination.

But it also stumped these self-proclaimed literary geniuses.

How do I continue this song? What should I use to respond?

At this moment, Yu Xuanji continued singing, and the crucial moment had arrived.

"Plum blossoms grow on the walls of other houses, their fragrance spreading naturally."

"You once bloomed in the fireworks of this world."

"Carve a few people in my heart, and live alone from now on."

Just as the singing paused for a moment, Shen Zhao quickly took over:

"The flowers of Jiangnan have already withered; how can we bear to ponder them any longer?"

"Alas, the good times are few and far between, and it seems there is no one to tell us."

"Um?"

Yu Xuanji was clearly taken aback, seemingly not expecting Shen Zhao to be able to match the rest of the lyrics.

Because she had no idea what the lyrics were at the end of the song.

Shen Zhao continued chanting:

"You hold up your paper umbrella and look back at the ancient Wuyi Lane."

"How many feet of your black hair can measure the beauty of the wind and moon?"

"Who says that a cup of wine can make one drunk in a foreign land, and that all worldly affairs can be forgotten?"

"Leaning on the railing, I count the lone sails, tears streaming down my face."

Everyone was stunned.

Even the bluebird was startled and almost sang off-key.

Shen Zhao is indeed proficient in poetry, lyrics, and songs. Even his singing is so melodious, and he can match Yu Xuanji so well.

Her face flushed even more.

What else can't he do?

Why would someone not cherish such an outstanding person in their past life?

Recalling the scene in Chang'an where Shen Zhao used tens of thousands of Kongming lanterns to create the message "Long live the Empress of the Great Yin Dynasty" to celebrate Yu Xiyan's birthday;

Then I thought of how Shen Zhao activated 30,000 sea crystal flowers on the summit of Jade Maiden Mountain to create a magnificent sea of ​​flowers for Yu Xiyan.

On the day of the Daughters' Festival, fireworks reflecting Yu Xiyan's image were set off at Huangji Palace, lasting until sunrise.

To be honest, Qingniao felt genuine envy for those scenes.

Later, after she officially started working closely with Shen Zhao, she hoped even more that those romantic scenarios were prepared for her.

Which woman wouldn't be captivated by such a poetic and bold scene?

At this moment, Yu Xuanji and Shen Zhao sang in unison:

"Life is but a fleeting moment, and you once bloomed in splendor."

I'll carve a few names into my heart, and from then on, I'll live a solitary life.

The flowers of Jiangnan have already faded; how can one bear to ponder them any longer?

Alas, the precious time is fleeting, and it seems no one speaks of it…

The two singers' voices were so perfectly matched that it sent chills down the spine. The entire audience fell silent instantly, almost losing consciousness from their performance.

"This young master looks so handsome..."

Many of the young women and beauties present changed their gazes towards Shen Zhao, gradually becoming captivated by the pink hue.

The melody lingered for three days after it ended.

Before everyone could react, the clear bell rang again.

Qingniao understood immediately and stood up to announce, "Congratulations to this young master Shen for winning the literary competition. Please come to my young lady's room to meet her."

After saying that, he handed a room key to Shen Zhao.

Then he bowed slightly and turned to walk towards the Tianpin No. 1 room.

Shen Zhao weighed the key in his hand and was about to go to Yu Xuanji's room when Dong Chao suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Give me the key! Give it to me!"

At this moment, Dong Chao's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked furious.

"What qualifications do you have to win Yu Xuanji's favor? What makes you think you can become her intimate guest?"

Only I! The dignified Crown Prince of Xiliang, am worthy of Yu Xuanji! Give me the key! Do you hear me?!

Shen Zhao looked at Dong Chao, who was acting crazy on the spot, with a look of disgust on his face, his eyes filled with pity and contempt.

Seeing that the situation might be getting out of control, Feng San Niang immediately stepped in to appease him: "Young Master, the results of today's written examination are clear to all."

As you've probably seen, this young master Shen won the top literary prize through his own abilities, you..."

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