Poor Lady

Qi Surong came to the arena of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. There were four rooms separated here. There were only more than thirty contestants. The rules of the competition were also different from others. Only the top two were awarded points, two points and one point respectively.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting were not included in the imperial examination subjects, so the enthusiasm of the students was not high.

The final evaluation of the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting will come to the application time, and you can participate at any time during the period. All works of calligraphy and painting will be displayed for people to enjoy.

The chess test mainly consists of chess and Go. There is a chief examiner and four chess players to judge. The contestants first play against the four chess players and are graded according to the number of games won or lost. Although there are only four games at most, it takes a long time.

When Qi Surong came to watch, there were only three games in the chess room, and the fastest game came to the midfield.

After watching it carefully for a while, Qi Surong had a rough estimate of the chess skills of several chess players, which were between 3 and 5 dan, belonging to the middle and low level.

If she is a reference, it should not be difficult to win three games.

Qi Surong went to the piano room again.

Qinbi is the most difficult of the four, but it is the only one that can advance to the score. It is not limited to the guqin, but also includes 18 kinds of musical instruments such as zheng, flute, and pipa. However, the instruments are not chosen by the contestants themselves, but by a lottery. If you win an instrument that you are not good at at all, you can only abstain. After each competition, another instrument is drawn. If you can successfully complete three games and reach a certain level, in addition to the two points for the first place, you can also get an additional three points. Therefore, luck has also become an important factor in determining the outcome of this competition.

"Young man, I see you've been around for a long time, come and write a few words?" At this moment, a slightly smiling voice entered Qi Surong's ears.

She followed the sound and saw that in the study, a white-haired old man was sitting in the hall and looking at her with a smile.

Qi Surong walked over slowly and saluted the old man.

"What is the name of the young man? Which academy?" the old man asked.

"In Xiayingshuge Zhuofan."

"Oh? It turned out to be Xu Chen's student." The old man took a pen and wrote her name, pointed to the desk beside him, and said, "Come on, write a few words for the old man to see."

Eh, she didn't seem to say she wanted to compete, did she?

Qi Surong couldn't refuse, so she had to go to the table and sit down. The book test requires neat and beautiful, solid foundation and unique style, and can write poetry, songs or scriptures by default.

Qi Surong raised her head and couldn't help but see a few plum blossoms sticking out of the wall not far away.

There were several plum branches in the corner, and Ling Han opened it alone.

Knowing from a distance is not snow, but for a dark fragrance. (Song Wang Anshi "Plum Blossom")

After writing it, she suddenly woke up. This poem was written by her master, and it has not yet appeared in the world.

Thinking of this, she picked up the rice paper and planned to put it in her sleeve, but it was only half folded before it was taken away.

"Items in the arena can't be taken away at will." The old man laughed, looking at the poem on the paper, his eyes brightened, and nodded, "It's not bad, it has some charm."

I don't know if he was talking about words or poetry.

Qi Surong is good at writing three fonts, one is Yan style, the other is Liu style, and the other is Qin style taught by the master.

She usually writes in Yan style, but in special cases she uses Liu style. When she wrote the poem just now, she used the willow style.

The so-called Yan Jin Liu Bone, Liu style calligraphy is vigorous, tough, thin and beautiful, Qi Surong has integrated his own characteristics into it, and it is a little more clear and handsome, showing the nobility and tenacity of a cold plum.

"Well, you can go." The old man waved his hand at Qi Surong and said casually, "Calligraphy is not easy to get, you can try your luck in the mural room next door."

After speaking, he ignored Qi Surong and walked away.

Does that mean she has no hope of scoring? Qi Surong stared at the back of the old man tangled, and his eyes fell on the famous brand above the main hall - Gu Yin, a scholar of Hanlin.

It turned out to be Elder Ge, who can be said to be the longest-lived official in the state of Wei.

When Qi Surong died in the last life, his old man had just resigned...

Qi Surong smiled, got up and saluted him, and walked towards the mural room next door.

If calligraphy fails to score, she can only try painting again.

The painting is titled "Small Scenery", which has a wide range and can be played at will.

Qi Surong thought, I just wrote a poem about plum, so let's paint plum.

Painting and her embroidery are inseparable, and both composition and lines are very particular.

The reason why she is called a "talented girl" is not just an empty name. She has a very high talent for painting, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Freehand brushwork pays attention to refinement, spaciousness, and the chest hides the hills and valleys, which embodies a kind of artistic conception and personality.

Thousands of trees are in full bloom, not as arrogant as a plum tree.

Qi Surong took only half a column of incense to complete this painting, titled: Thriving alone.

The examiner of the painting test saw a young man make a few strokes of the painting, thinking it was just a play, and when the young man left, he walked over casually...

Walking out of the studio, there was a pleasant flute sound in his ears, Qi Surong followed the sound, stood in the corridor, and listened quietly.

After the song was over, Qi Surong clapped her hands.

Hearing the applause, the man looked back and saw that it was a strange young man dressed in ordinary clothes, so he turned his head.

The examiner asked him to continue drawing lots.

He has already passed two rounds, and if he finishes one more round, Qinbi's first place will probably be his.

But his luck ended here. In the third round, he drew a rare musical instrument, the xun (xun).

If the qin and se are called elegant utensils, and the fou (fou) is considered as a custom (folk) utensil, the general scholar and literati prefer the former, and the latter is rarely involved.

The man was holding the xun, his face was pale, he hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the promotion match.

The laughter of several people came from behind: "What a pity, Dongling-Jun."

The laughter was ridiculed and not malicious, but it was particularly harsh to hear that person's ears, and he sneered: "Even if you only pass two rounds, I am the first name, and I am afraid that you will not get a single point. "

Several people restrained their smiles, and one of them said displeasedly: "Don't be too proud, Lord Dongling, you must know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people."

"Haha, at least in terms of piano competition, there is no one who can beat me, Dongling-Jun." He raised his chin, looked around, and provocatively said, "Who of you dares to come up and try?"

Before a few people could reply, he patted his forehead and sighed, "I forgot, you all have been compared, and you have all lost your skills."

"You!" The others glared at him in unison.

Dongling Jun laughed indifferently.

At this time, Yuguang Dongling Jun saw a person walking towards the door, and shouted: "Hey, this little son, you don't seem to have done it before? Why are you in a hurry?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned to the door.

Qi Surong, who was about to leave, stopped and sighed. Originally, she admired the skills of that Dongling-Jun, but she didn't want his character to be so unpleasant. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and she didn't plan to do too much, but he would be unforgiving.

"How can you escape without fighting?" Dongling-jun raised his eyebrows and said, "You look so good, I don't know which academy student you are?"

Qi Surong said lightly, "Yingshuge Zhuofan."

"Is there anyone who understands music in Yingshu Pavilion?" Dongling Jun said in surprise, "It's really disrespectful, disrespectful."

If you are really "incontinent", keep it low-key, don't be so public.

Qi Surong looked at him, as if she saw her former self, she was only high in self-confidence, and her eyes were higher than the top.

"Young Master Zhuo, since Dongling-Jun has already provoked you so much, why don't you give it a try?" Someone next to him voiced support, and the rest also responded.

Qi Surong smiled, walked slowly to the front of the main hall, and saluted the examiner: "Mr. trouble, I want to participate in the competition."

The examiner nodded, wrote her name, and motioned her to draw lots.

The faces of the surrounding people immediately showed excitement, hoping that the young man could take a sigh of relief for them.

Unexpectedly, she drew a bad lot the first time, and it turned out to be the musical instrument Dongling-jun had just given up—Xun.

Everyone's faces became unnatural.

"Hahaha..." Lord Dongling laughed, "It seems that the luck of this young master Zhuo is really bad."

Qi Surong picked up Xun and smiled at Dongling Jun: "What you are short of is not necessarily what others are good at."

Dongling-jun stopped laughing.

"Sir, it's time to start." Qi Surong stopped looking at him and bowed to the examiner.

"Please." The examiner was very fond of this handsome boy. Calm and composure, courteous and thoughtful, and his demeanor shows everyone's demeanor.

Qi Surong calmed down, wiped the xun in her hand with her sleeve, and put it to her mouth... A deep and melodious tune flowed out, round, steady, ethereal, with a peaceful ancient rhythm .

In the hands of the young man, this kind of vulgar device actually blew a graceful meaning. Like the sound of an ancient temple bell, and like the wind in the valley, it seems to wash people's hearts.

The sound of Xun passed through the courtyard wall and entered the arena on the other side.

Many students listened intently, thinking to themselves what kind of musical instrument is this?

As soon as Feng Zhan, Shen Muran and others walked into Xingshi Garden, they heard this unique xun sound.

Shen Muran smiled and said, "It seems that there are also masters in this piano test."

"Let's go and have a look." The two of them walked together to the arena of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

When they arrived, the song just entered the high/tide, the ups and downs were orderly, gentle and soft, and suddenly a high-pitched tone went straight into the sky, then gradually turned low, and finally disappeared in the wind.

"Okay!" The examiner gave a light high-five, with admiration in his eyes.

Dongling-Jun's face was ugly, he stared at Qi Surong angrily, and hummed, "It's just one game."

The examiner gave him a sideways glance, slightly displeased, thinking that even if the young boy gave up the next two performances, he would have to give him the top spot this time.

"Haha." A few people next to him laughed, "How can you be convinced by Dongling-Jun? Although it was only one game, this Young Master Zhuo's skills are much higher than yours."

"Hmph, what skills can you see in one game? You have the ability to have three games in a row."

Qi Surong couldn't tell the difference, and continued to draw lots under the examiner's signal.

When she opened the signature, she smiled, it turned out to be a flute.

The instrument that Dongling Jun drew in the second game was the flute, which was too coincidental. Qi Surong almost suspected that the examiner had moved his hands and feet, so he secretly looked at the examiner and saw a look of surprise on his face, thinking it had nothing to do with him.

Qi Surong took the flute and looked at Lord Dongling with a half-smiling smile...