There is a Wangfu wife at home

Chapter 521 (One more update)
The game is not over yet, and it is still unknown who will win or lose.

The two suppressed their anger, sat down quietly and looked at the playing field.

Li Jiaoniang was not annoyed, she also bowed to Emperor Gaozong, and said with a smile, "The next branch of the women's song is changed to the broken formation song, please allow the emperor."

The song of breaking the formation is a song that boosts morale when going out for an expedition, but all the children of officials and eunuchs are familiar with this song.

Some who have been on the expedition, have heard of it, and those who have not, will also play this piece.

When the high school students play polo, they often play this song as accompaniment and applause.

Li Peiyu blinked, breaking the formation?Can Li Jiaoniang play?
Don't just memorize the sound of the old man weaving hemp rope at the entrance of the village as a breaking song?
She pursed her lips and snorted.

Mu Zilan glanced at Li Jiaoniang and asked Li Peiyu, "Which side will lose in this round? Peiyu?"

Li Peiyu smiled and said, "Of course Mr. Qin won, and Luo Cheng and Li Jiaoniang lost."

Mu Zilan frowned, "I still bet on Li Jiaoniang to win. If she wins this round, you will pay the lottery."

Li Peiyu rolled her eyes, "Understood, I won't renege on my debt."

At the Lu family's place, the old lady Lu pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, her expression was always worried.

Only Tang, with a nonchalant expression, hoped that Li Jiaoniang would lose, but Li Jiaoniang's loss seemed to be detrimental to the third son's career.

So she just ignored it and ate her own grapes.

When Qin Xi heard that he was playing "Broken Array", his expression was high and he didn't care.

Qin Hui pinched the tip of his beard and said nothing.

Gaozong glanced at the father and son, nodded, "Yes."

The people in the hall began to whisper again.

People were amazed at Li Jiaoniang's pipa skills.

"Unexpectedly, a peasant woman from the countryside can still talk about pipa?"

"It's nothing special. The song just now sounded weird. Although it sounds like a cheerful song, I've never heard it before. I don't know what it's playing."

"The next one is "Broken Array". The tune is familiar to us. If she wants to get away with it, she can't. Whether the skill is good or not, let's watch the next tune."

"That's right, let's look down."

People took their time to look at Li Jiaoniang.

Mu Xuan narrowed his eyes, staring at the pipa in Li Jiaoniang's hand, his brows were tightly furrowed, why did he look at it, the piece was so familiar?

Where did you hear it?
"Brother, what are you thinking?" Mu Zilan, who was sitting next to him, asked in a low voice.

"Have you heard the song played by Li Jiaoniang?" Mu Xuan asked.

Mu Zilan shook her head, "No." She blinked, "Brother, what's the problem?"

"I seem to have heard that piece of music somewhere, but I can't remember it." Mu Xuan frowned.

Mu Zilan smiled and said, "Brother travels a lot and sees a lot of people, maybe I overheard it at some point? Isn't it strange?"

Mu Xuan thought for a while, "Maybe."

Mrs. Hengyang was also deep in thought, and she was also thinking about the tune that Li Jiaoniang played just now.

Where did I seem to have heard this song?

She doesn't know much about instrumental music, nor is she interested. Her former mother-in-law and daughter are lovers of this field.

Thinking of the past, she sighed and looked at Li Jiaoniang again.

The game started again.

There is still one table per person, and a small waiter stands beside each table.

Paper was re-laid on the table, and the paperweight was pressed.

The waiter has studied the ink.

Luo Cheng and Qin Xi each picked out new brushes, dipped them in ink, and tried their brush strokes.

As before, write a poem silently.

Luo Cheng pondered for a while, and reselected a poem.

Qin Xi couldn't memorize it, so he copied what he had just written.

When Li Jiaoniang saw it, she felt ridiculed, she still wanted to be the prime minister with this ability?

She could remember clearly that the history books said that when Qin Hui was dying of illness, he wrote several times asking Qin Hui's son to inherit his father's career as the next prime minister.

However, the father and son did not succeed.

The courtiers objected, and Gaozong could not be the master alone, so he did not agree.

Luo Cheng and Qin Xi began to write with a pen.

This time, the writing is in Song style, which was invented by Qin Hui, and Qin Hui is the best at it.

Because of this, he wrote calmly.

Li Jiaoniang knew that Luo Cheng could also write Song style characters, but he usually wrote very little.

Words are the same as martial arts, you can learn them without practicing for a day.

He only wrote prescriptions when he was writing prescriptions in the medical clinic, and he didn't practice at ordinary times.

Seeing Qin Hui's proud face, Qin Hui didn't care. Li Jiaoniang was worried that Luo Cheng would lose.

She closed her eyes, pinched the strings with her fingers, and the melodious pipa sound slowly flowed out from her fingertips.

At first it was a soft tune, and gradually, it turned into a high-pitched tune.

The Song of Breaking the Array is said to have been created by King Goujian of Yue.

It has been spread among the generals in the army.

In fact, no one knows the specific score.

Every dynasty is different, and the reason why she understands the tunes of this period is thanks to Tang Wan.

Using the pipa knowledge taught by her grandmother in her previous life, she quickly learned it.

However, she did not play the tunes of this period rigidly, but improved them.

Integrate into your own mood.

What comes out of the fingertips is the song of breaking the formation, and what I think of in my heart is the song of breaking the formation by Liu Kezhuang, a poet in the late Song Dynasty.

The yellow flag turned around, and the two rivers and hundreds of counties sent money.

The Supreme Royal Palace received a victory performance, and Zhang Kai's voice from the Sixth Army was like thunder.

Yuan Rong's sword is on the cloud platform, and all his subordinates are generals.

The writing power of rotten Confucianism is still ups and downs, and the inscription of Yanshan Mountain is ten feet high.

Looking at the gorgeously dressed courtiers and family members, Li Jiaoniang laughed secretly in her heart. These people, do you know that this hall will be renamed after a hundred years?

The tune just now was cheerful, making people want to dance to it and sing along.

But this song of breaking the formation is heroic and exciting.

Li Jiaoniang added her own emotions to make the song more appealing.

Many people in the hall couldn't sit still anymore, couldn't restrain their excitement, and wanted to stand up and shout.

kill--

Qin Xi, who couldn't stand the interference, naturally couldn't hold his pen well. He wrote the rigid Song style characters into a violent version, and many strokes were crooked.

Barely counted as a word, not to mention good-looking.

Before the song was finished, Luo Cheng finished writing it first, put down his pen, and gently blew on the ink.

And Qin Xi only wrote one line.

Soon, the song was played.

Li Jiaoniang withdrew her fingers and looked at Qin Xi quietly.

Qin Xi's face was flushed, and he didn't know whether it was from anxiety or anger.

After Luo Cheng finished writing, he threw away the pen, pointed at Li Jiaoniang and said furiously, "She's playing tricks! This song is wrong, the more I listen to it, the more flustered I become."

Li Jiaoniang smiled and said, "What's wrong? Isn't this a very common battle song?"

Luo Cheng glanced at the paper in front of him, and said with a chuckle, "Are you looking for an excuse for losing?"

Zhao Cong also said, "Master Qin, don't you know how to write? You say this is not good, and then you say that is not good?"

"I can't stand the interference of sound when I write. If there is no sound, I must write well." Qin Yu shouted dissatisfied.

Those on Zhao Cong's side, such as Zhao Gui and Zhao Shicheng, started to attack Qin Xi again, saying that he was making excuses for sophistry.

Others, such as Master Mu, supported Qin Xi, saying that he should be quiet when writing.

If you can't calm down, you can't write well.

His grandson bet a thousand coins, if Qin Xi loses, what he loses is not money, but face.

Zhao Cong, Zhao Shicheng, and Zhao Gui immediately fought back, and even Mrs. Hengyang spoke up, saying that Qin Xi must be looking for an excuse, but in fact he can't write.

There were also a few bold admonishers who also talked about Qin Xi.

Qin Hui argued hard.

The two parties waited and started arguing again.

Empress Dowager Wei frowned, "Then write another copy. This time, there can be no sound. Lady Li doesn't have to play the pipa. The two pieces are not very good. The Ai family's ears hurt after listening to it."

When Empress Dowager Wei spoke, Gaozong said, "If that's the case, then there is no need to accompany the music. Luo Cheng and Qin Yu will write another copy and write a small compilation."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gaozong spoke, but no one objected.

Li Jiaoniang also bowed and agreed.

However, she did not return the pipa, but still hugged the pipa and sat back on the chair.

Quietly looking at Qin Xi.

Qin Yu snorted softly, this time there was no sound interference, he must have written better than the one surnamed Luo.

The steward lit another incense stick.

Luo Cheng and Qin Xi picked up their pens to write again.

Xiaozui is not as demanding as Song-style characters. Each character in Song-style characters is the same size, and the writing is rigid in both horizontal and vertical directions.

Xiaobian can write his own style.

What Luo Cheng is best at is editing. This time, he writes in the most relaxed way.

Without sound interference, Qin Xi also writes most relaxedly.

However, Li Jiaoniang did not let him go.

From time to time, she coughed lightly.

Hearing her coughing, Qin Xi subconsciously raised his head to look at her.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, after looking at it, your heart trembles violently, and your hands tremble accordingly.

I saw Li Jiaoniang's hand stroking the strings of the pipa, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Master Qin, why don't you write it anymore, my official will finish it soon." As she said that, she glanced at Luo Cheng.

(End of this chapter)