"Hello everyone, I'm Lingling. Before I perform for you all today, I'd like to invite my new friend, Ye Xiaoxi, to perform for us!"
The crowd gasped in disbelief.
"Isn't Ye Xiaoxi the youngest daughter the Ye family just found?"
"I heard that it shone brightly at the antique auction, allowing Ye Yichen to win big."
"The Wang family is being dishonest, letting their guests perform on their own turf."
The two older brothers were also unhappy and were about to speak.
Wang Qian chuckled.
"Who in Shanghai doesn't know that the sisters of the Fourth Young Master Ye and the Seventh Young Master Ye are exceptionally talented? Why hide it?"
"Little Xi, there are so many instruments here, just pick one, it's okay, don't be afraid, just improvise."
Wang Qian was certain that Xiao Xi couldn't play any musical instruments, so she suggested she sing a song or dance. But what kind of arts education had Xiao Xi received? Anyway, Xiao Xi would be completely out of line.
Xiaoxi knew that all of this had been a trap set up for her.
Okay, it's your fault for making this happen, don't blame me.
She walked up to greet Mr. Wang and then briefly introduced herself to everyone.
"Today, Xiaoxi brings you a song called 'Autumn Moon, Pine and Crane, Celebrating Longevity'."
"What? This is an incomplete score! No one today can play this piece in its entirety!"
The old man's old friend, Mr. Liang, immediately stood up, full of amazement.
Wang Lingling was furious. Everyone present knew that she was a level 10 guzheng player, yet they still tried to steal her guzheng.
She was about to shout when her cousin stopped her. That's right, her bad playing makes her seem better.
Xiao Xi was already sitting steadily in front of the guzheng, using her spiritual power to sense the instrument. It was a fine instrument, but unfortunately, Wang Lingling almost ruined it.
Seeing that Xiaoxi hadn't moved for a long time, everyone wondered if the song title sounded good but she didn't actually know how to play it.
They were waiting to see what would happen.
Suddenly, a stream began to flow gently, and then, as if by magic, the bright moon of Mid-Autumn Festival hung high in the sky.
Then the valley bursts into bloom with a hundred flowers, cranes fly in, and people dance among the pines.
This piece was actually composed by a Taoist immortal to celebrate the birthday of his friend.
As a result, no one could ever play the music with the same feeling as the score he recorded. The master was heartbroken and destroyed the score, which is how the incomplete score came to be in later generations.
Xiaoxi led everyone to a place with a beautiful atmosphere: a valley, a bright moon, and pine trees.
Her purple Tang suit was perfectly suited to the occasion, like a little fairy child in the mountains playing celestial music that was not of this world.
The sound ended with a "ding-dong".
The scene was silent for a long time before applause broke out.
Even those who don't understand the guqin's musical scale find it hard to describe, as if their entire being, down to their very cells, has been renewed.
The old man from the Wang family and his old friends all cried, feeling grateful for the good fortune to hear this heavenly sound.
Wang Lingling wanted to give up performing, but her father forced her to sit in front of the piano. In particular, when she saw her piano teacher, Grandpa Liang, enthusiastically and selflessly walking towards Xiaoxi.
Wang Lingling was so flustered that she played the piano haphazardly and couldn't remember anything.
The guests didn't say anything, but their eyes were full of mockery.
This truly shows the stark contrast between the gold and jade before and the rotten cotton behind—a world of difference.
Wang Qian was defeated once again, her teeth clenched to powder.
Old Master Liang pulled Xiao Xi aside: "Young friend, are you really not going to consider becoming my last disciple?"
I'll give my Jiao Feng sword to you, young friend. Perhaps only Jiao Feng is worthy of you in this world.
Xiaoxi politely declined.
She was puzzled: why does it always attract old men?
There's Grandpa Wu, Grandpa Xu, and maybe Grandpa Cheng will be recruited as well and become good friends. Three old men are enough.
What kind of closed-door disciple? This old man is definitely not as good at playing the zither as her, because she received the true teachings of her master.
Jiao Feng? Xiao Xi wouldn't even look at her!
The zither that Seventh Brother bought for us in the little wooden house is very nice.
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