After that, he asked Xue Zhiyi, "Excuse me, Miss Xue, could you lend us a zither?"
Xue Zhiyi smiled gently: "Of course."
Having said that, he asked Su Yue to go to Jiangxuexuan to get the zither.
Compared with other musical instruments, the zither is one of the six arts of a gentleman, and the daughters of officials naturally know some of it. Such a game can allow as many people as possible to participate.
After a zither was presented, Miss Lin also made an invitation to Xue Zhiyi: "I heard that Miss Xue is very good at playing the zither. Why not play with us?"
Not knowing what he was thinking, Xue Zhiyi nodded in agreement.
Several ladies took turns drawing lots. The one who drew "Spring is not yet old, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting" played a poem "Zhangtai Willow".
If you draw "The elegant Jiangmei, with two or three branches lying sparsely among the bamboos", you can play the song "Picking Plum Blossoms".
When it was Xue Zhiyi's turn, she drew a lot at random.
Miss Lin hurriedly asked, "What is it?"
Seeing her curiosity, Xue Zhiyi handed her the flower stick. Miss Lin took it and chanted, "Fragrance fills my clothes, clouds fill the road, and phoenixes dance around me... What a beautiful poem! I wonder what tune Miss Xue will play? We are all ears."
Hearing that line of poetry, Xue Zhiyi's eyebrows raised slightly without a sound. Then he smiled and said, "Then I will show you my ugliness."
After saying this, she placed her hands on the strings. As her fingers hooked and plucked, the sound of the zither flowed out from her like flowing water. The sound was like the collision of rings, and like a breeze, it smoothly dissipated between her fingers...
As the music of the piano became more passionate, the voices inside and outside the octagonal pavilion fell silent for a moment.
More and more people's attention was attracted by her piano playing.
The ladies who drew the flower lots with her were stunned and stood there, their faces filled with astonishment.
"Ming Luan...it's Ming Luan!" Miss Lin exclaimed softly.
The piece "Mingluan" is extremely difficult to play. It requires the performer to have profound skills and be able to handle every transition smoothly, and the fingers need to be strong, like the cry of a phoenix and soaring into the sky.
But Xue Zhiyi ignored everything around him.
She had also learned to play the qin since she was young, but her skills were not outstanding. That was because, in her previous life, she was just an ordinary lady, and playing the qin only required the ability to play, not mastery.
But later, she fell into Chunfeng Tower. If she did not study hard and practice diligently to achieve superb piano skills, the madam's whip would fall on her again and again.
Such piano music also attracted Fu Ling.
The ladies around her were still whispering to her about praising Xue Zhiyi, but her polite smile did not reach her eyes.
As far as she knew, her daughter was mediocre in talent and could not match her in grace and grace. How could she play such an obscure piece as "Mingluan" so vividly?
It wasn't just her who had doubts, Fu Rongxin did too.
Fu Rongxin watched all this with a gloomy heart. Perhaps now she could be sure of one thing: Xue Zhiyi had really returned...
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