Qingchuan History

Chapter 216

"Before July, it's really good." The corners of Shangguan's lips twitched, and she smiled faintly.

Jing Tingge glanced at Ruan Xueyin again.The latter refused to answer, and looked down at Luqi on the case.

"For those who play the qin, it is a great honor to be able to play one of the four in this life." Shangguan continued.

What's more, she has played Jiaowei for 15 years.Luqi and Jiaowei have different feel and sound quality, but each has its own merits, worthy of the prestige of the four famous pianos.

"Liangqin, don't you want to try it?" Ruan Xueyin raised her head, looked at Jing Tingge and asked casually, then turned to Shangguan Concubine and said, "I guess Mrs. Jin also wants to hear it."

Jing Tingge didn't understand why Ruan Xueyin insisted on her playing the piano at this very moment. Could it be that she didn't want her to miss it because the piano was so rare?This girl would be so kind?
And Shangguan concubine really wanted to hear it.As a national player, she really can't wait to see the self-taught national player level "Guangling Stop Rest"——

Only when they all play the same piano can they be distinguished.

She gears up and waits and sees.

Seeing Shangguan concubine stretching her right arm in a "please" gesture, Jing Tingge sighed inwardly, raised her skirt and sat down in front of the desk, tried a few sounds with one hand, then raised her head to the concubine:

"The pitch of such an ancient piano is good." It's not so good, she thought to herself, "It seems that the master has taken good care of it."

Shangguan concubine smiled: "I got this piano at the beginning of April, and it was very good at that time, but the strings are slightly out of alignment, but you can't tell it at first listen. I was more serious about the piano and violin, so I adjusted it again. This one Now that Lu Qi is present, she should be worthy of Mr. Qin's piano skills."

Jing Tingge's brows twitched slightly, noncommittal, turned around and plucked two or three notes casually, then stopped, concentrated his breath, and then made a move, dropping his fingers and stroked the strings.

The sound of the piano suddenly sounded.

It is gloomy at the beginning, then light in an instant, light in just a moment, and profound again.This plain and profound rhythm lasted for some time, Ruan Xueyin sat at the tea table on the north side of the side hall, secretly thinking that this section of finger opening will always be so boring, dull and long, suitable for——

go to bed.

The drowsiness from being in the porch earlier suddenly hit me, and I was about to yawn the next moment——

She hurriedly took a sip of tea, reluctantly held back the meaning of opening her mouth to yawn, and then went to look at the Shangguan concubine who was sitting nearby——

She listened seriously, her radiance was comparable to the state she was in front of Gu Xinglang.

This flat and simple paragraph, like luck and pen and ink, finally passes away, the rhythm gradually grows, and the meaning gradually rises; then the wind and cloud suddenly come, and it is heavy, bright and passionate, and when it reaches a high place, it stops abruptly, and the tone becomes thinner when it comes out again And soft and slow.

Going back and forth like this, hatchbacks compete, and gradually murderous intent can be seen in gentle places, and lamentation can also be heard in violent places.

The sound of the qin was loud, the morale was shaken, and once again the flags and drums died down. No matter how fast the girl in front of the case plucked the strings, the tunes were intertwined and intertwined for a while.

And just at the moment when the chaos is about to close——

Ruan Xueyin has listened to it for too many years, too many times, and even if she doesn't know the piano score, she still remembers the notes of these passages pretty well——

When the last sound at the end of this chaotic tune sounded, Shangguan concubine moved.

She wasn't sure what had moved, the expression or the way she was sitting, or something—

They were all listening to the piano, and she couldn't keep turning her head to look at each other, which was very strange and impolite.

So she didn't turn her head at that moment.

But she was sure she moved.

Where Shangguan Concubine was sitting, the surrounding air quietly created half-circle ripples because of this movement.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, someone has already checked, and it is indeed the Temple of Boiled Rain."

Turning the Lantern Hall, the Imperial Study Room, Gu Xinglang bowed and wrote in front of the ebony desk.It was Diyan who spoke.

"Is it Mrs. Jin?" On the way back half a stick of incense ago, he heard the sound of the piano, which was deep and bright, much like Luqi.

"I don't know about that. You asked not to be disturbed, so you didn't go in to ask. But Mrs. Pei and that Jing Tingge are both there. It is said that they have been in for more than half an hour."

This "Jing Ting Song" was very rude, Gu Xinglang laughed, knowing that he responded rudely with rudeness, so he didn't say a word of discipline, just continued to scribble and casually say:

"Such a turbulent playing method is not like Mrs. Jin's handwriting."

Di Yan blinked, "That's it, Mrs. Pei?"

"She can't play the piano."

This answer was natural and firm, Di Yan silently rolled his eyes, and thought to himself, if you say no, then you won't?People want to lie to you?

"If I say no, I won't." Gu Xinglang didn't stop writing without raising his eyes, still speaking naturally and firmly.

Di Yan was so frightened that he quickly restrained his expression and stopped winking, thinking that this man's eyes are now on his back, he is about to become a genius, isn't he?
After Gu Xinglang finished speaking, his mind drifted a little.

He shook her hand.For those who play the piano, it is impossible for their fingers to be so tender and smooth that people——

The verbs that popped up in his mind were not quite right, so he quickly crossed them out.

In short, it will not be completely cocoonless.Even a person like Shangguan who is diligent in taking care of herself has calluses on her fingertips.But at this moment, the song "Guangling Stopping Rest", flowing like clouds and flowing water, is like entering an uninhabited land, so it is naturally played by a master.

Masters will not have calluses on their fingertips.

So it wasn't Ruan Xueyin.

Listening to the wind of the piano is not like Shangguan's concubine.

Jing Ting Ge can play the piano?Still at this level.

He raised his eyebrows, feeling a little admiration for Pengxi Mountain again.

Shangguan concubine also raised her eyebrows.

It is the moment when the chaotic sounds end and the torrent returns to silence.

Ruan Xueyin noticed it at that moment.

""Guangling Zhixi" is a battle song." Shangguan got up, clapped her hands and sighed, "I practiced this song back then, my father said that my fingers were strong enough but my meaning was not enough. After all, I am too young, and I don’t have enough knowledge and experience, so I can’t present the attack of spears and spears in this song.”

Jing Tingge was so focused on the other party's comments that he didn't notice the pause.But Ruan Xueyin came with a clear goal and prepared, but she really heard the very short break from "home" to "father".

It does not appear to be my father.That can only be, mother?
Perhaps Qin Yi is also cultivated by his mother.At least this song "Guangling Stopping Rest" is.

"With all due respect, sir, there are actually some problems with the fingering of this song. But apart from the fingering, among all the "Guangling Zhixi" I have listened to in the past ten years, the one that fits the mood of the original score is the only one played by sir."

Jing Tingge was obviously proud of himself, and the little emotions he felt when he was accused of fingering by the other party fell to the ground, ""Guangling Zhixi" is a ballad, and it is about revenge. It's a pity that I don't have a deep hatred to avenge, otherwise I should be able to play it more good."

Ruan Xueyin is already familiar with such a self-satisfied, boastful manner whenever she is praised, but she still feels a little—

shame.

She had watched and heard Shangguan's concubine play "Guangling Zhixi".Memory is vague but impressive.

Thinking in this way, I silently glanced at Jing Tingge, and thought to myself, don't cry in anger after seeing him for a while.

It's not enough to cry.

At this moment, the Shangguan concubine is playing the piano in front of the desk calmly, with exactly the same syllable rhythm——

She herself just made a really pertinent comment. If it comes to the artistic conception of sonorous murderous intent and swallowing mountains and rivers, it is indeed inferior to Jingting Song; but everything else——

It's hard to say what "all" includes, maybe it's the precision of each string and drop, the beauty of each fingering change, or the kind of one-handedness, the vastness of the world, who can play me better——

confidence?

In short, she was sitting there, her posture, expression, gestures and fingering were all so calm as to be like a machine——

Such a metaphor is not very appropriate, but only by comparing a human being to a loom, can one describe the state of being able to pluck the strings like flowing water after more than ten years of hard work.

At the Tianlong Festival night banquet, she only played a short section, and then lively and lively changed the dance to show her thoughts.This was the first time Ruan Xueyin listened to her sonata in its entirety.

The so-called unity of human and piano.

　This chapter mentions quotient strings.Guqin is divided into five strings and seven strings.The five strings of the five strings are mostly called Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu, and the seven strings of the seven strings are added with Wen and Wu on the basis of the previous five.

　　
　
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