The string music is moving, like a spring in a valley, and the mournful melody is particularly beautiful.
Everyone present was fascinated.
Ying Wuji understood clearly in his heart that the reason why Miss Hua Chao had so many fans in Jiangcheng was because of her marketing. Her accomplishments were beyond doubt. At least this song...
Sounds good!
He couldn't tell how much artistic flavor there was in it, and could only describe it as a nice word.
But this piece of music is an authentic Central Plains style piece, and is definitely not the one she played when she was in trouble.
After a long while, the song ended and no one in the Bamboo Garden spoke for a long time.
It was not until someone broke the silence that everyone started to admire.
"This song is melodious and beautiful. With just a piano, it makes people feel like they are in a valley surrounded by hundreds of birds!"
“It sounds good. It really sounds good!”
"Compared to last time, Miss Hua Chao's piano skills have improved again, which is truly commendable!"
…
Although there were a few compliments mixed in with the song, most of them were sincere. After all, the song was really nice.
Hua Chao's expression could not be seen behind the screen, but her voice was soft and pleasant: "What do you think, Master Wuji? I wonder if you can give me some advice."
Want to taste it?
How can I describe this song? It’s just... beautiful!
Ying Wuji grinned. Are you bullying me because I’m tone-deaf?
He thought for a moment, then chanted slowly: "The silk pipes of Jiangcheng play day and night, half of them go into the river wind and half into the clouds. This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world?"
As soon as this poem came out, the noisy bamboo garden suddenly became quiet.
Unexpectedly, Ying Wuji could recite such a wonderful poem off the cuff. Although the seven-character quatrain genre had just originated, in the Li State, which had the most prosperous economy and culture, there had already been many literati reciting it.
Most of the people present were well-educated and could appreciate the artistic conception of this poem.
Especially the last two sentences: This song should only exist in heaven, and it is rarely heard in the world.
The poem is wonderful, and the evaluation is even more wonderful.
Hua Chao behind the screen was also a little dazed, and even doubted whether the song she had just played was worthy of this evaluation.
Wu Dan took the lead in applauding: "Miss Hua Chao's song is great, and Mr. Wu Ji's poem is great!"
Others also praised it.
Although Ying Wuji's status was no longer good, they did not hate him. If they did not praise his good poems, they would appear to be petty.
Ying Wuji was very depressed. Stop praising me, reduce some of my attributes!
There are more than a dozen people in a garden, and almost no one's emotional trough exceeds 80.
Apart from Hua Chao who was praised for being confused, the only one left was his precious little maid, and the attribute points dropped were pitifully few.
Not to mention ninety.
He finally understood that if he wanted to break through ninety, he had to make targeted critical strikes. It was not like he could just copy a good poem or lyrics and make a lot of money with his eyes closed.
Behind the screen.
Miss Hua Chao smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth: "Sir, you are really kind to me. I am flattered."
Ying Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly: "Can I get behind the screen like this?"
Miss Huachao said softly, "I like this poem very much, but what I played was just a common song. I feel unworthy of such a wonderful poem and such high praise!"
Hearing this, Ying Wuji couldn't help but frown.
This was a bit ungrateful. Bai Zhi had helped him check for some people who were qualified to listen to the music behind the screen, and some of the poems they presented included those praising the Flower Festival.
It's false to feel guilty about it, it's true to feel guilty about it!
Bai Zhi couldn't help it and said angrily, "Miss Hua Chao! Are you uneducated or are you targeting my young master? Which of the poems you received earlier can compare to my young master's? Everyone else can enter behind the screen, but only my young master is excluded. What's the logic behind this?"
Once the little maid gets excited, she will speak without restraint.
Of course, when I am not angry, I can speak without restraint.
Ji Su immediately became excited: "How dare you! This is a gathering of scholars and literati, such an elegant place, but a maid jumped out and said bad things to us. It really ruins the mood! How can you have the right to speak here?"
Bai Zhi was not at all weak in momentum. She put her hands on her hips and retorted: "What do you mean by speaking ill of me? Which of my words was exaggerated? Why don't we ask Miss Hua Chao to take out the poems she received before and compare them so that everyone can judge which one is better!
Besides! You threw in twenty taels of red silk, and I threw in twenty taels of red silk, so why don’t I have the right to speak?
Are you more elegant than me? Even if you know a few more words than me, can you write better poems than my son?"
She didn't understand. The young master in front of her was the best young master. Why did these people have to target him?
angry!
Ji Su was choked and speechless.
He felt that both the master and the servant had taken the wrong medicine. Today, they were speaking more aggressively than the other, and he couldn't scold them enough.
The others were also stunned. They didn't expect that Ying Wuji had such a fierce little maid.
Ying Wuji couldn't help but smile. This little girl just spoke without thinking, but it didn't mean she had no brain. What she said was really reasonable.
There was silence behind the screen. Miss Hua Chao must be feeling a little embarrassed.
At this time, Luo Ming could not help but say, "Young Master Wuji, you are being too aggressive! Miss Hua Chao is not a girl from Yihong Pavilion, but a distinguished guest invited by Yihong Pavilion. There was no intention to let people listen to the music behind the screen. It was the Pavilion Master's pleading that made Miss Hua Chao reluctantly nod.
Who can go behind the screen depends on the wishes of Miss Hua Chao herself.
Although your poem is good, it is not what Miss Huachao likes. What is the difference between this behavior and forced buying and selling?"
He spoke very urgently, and although he tried his best to hide his anger, one could still sense it a little.
Miss Hua Chao sighed softly, as if she was about to speak.
Ying Wuji frowned. If she really showed weakness, it would be like he was being morally blackmailed. This group of people were obviously hypocritical towards me and they treated me like a bully. If he didn't reveal some shocking information, I was afraid that I would not be able to meet this Hua Chao through normal channels.
He interrupted with a smile: "Brother Luo, you seem to be being unreasonable. I came to Zhuyuan to meet friends through poetry and songs. If I could see the beauty of Miss Huachao, it would be a great thing. If I can't see her, it can only be said that we are not destined to be together.
I am a hostage of the Gan Kingdom and have no power or influence in the Li Kingdom. How can I have the energy to force myself to meet a girl from the Hua Dynasty?
But you should be able to see my sincerity from this poem. Miss Hua Chao said that it does not match your feelings, so I will not force you. But I would like to ask Miss Hua Chao, is it true that no matter what kind of poems or songs I write, they will not match your feelings?
If this is true, then there is no point in me staying in the Bamboo Garden, and I will never set foot here again. Others can learn from me, and some sentimental scholars will not come here to cause sadness. "
What you said is very clear. If your double standards get out, it will definitely have a huge impact on your reputation.
There was no sound behind the screen for a long time.
Ying Wuji narrowed his eyes and stood up: "In that case, I'll take my leave!"
After saying that, he turned around and slowly left.
Just as he stepped onto the path leaving the garden, a voice finally came from behind the screen.
"Sir, wait a minute!"
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