Xu Zizhen suddenly realized that Qin Yu and Li Bangyan were actually still holding their breath, but they did not dare to act rashly due to the face of King Yun and King Kang. However, since he entered the academy, he would give way inside the academy.
It was his Qin family's idea to lose his prestige and lose face.
Seeing him pondering, Qin Song thought he had stumped him, and felt even more proud. He reached out and took out a bag of silver and put it on the table. He said with a smile: "I would like to use these two hundred taels of silver as a bonus."
, as evidenced by all the classmates present, whether Brother Xu’s poems or music are good, if more than half of them praise it, the money will go to Brother Xu.”
Xu Zizhen secretly sneered in his heart, since you came to slap me in the face, you have to give me this face. Not only do you have to slap me, but you also have to pay after the slap. How annoying is this?
Thinking of this, he deliberately whispered: "Mr. Qin, I just came to the academy for peace and quiet. There is no need to undermine me in front of so many people, right?"
Qin Song sneered and lowered his voice: "Why, are you afraid? Then if you leave the academy, won't no one make trouble for you?"
A flash of light flashed in Xu Zizhen's heart. It turned out that Qin Song's intention was not only to embarrass himself, but also to force him out of the academy. It seemed that he also knew that there was a rigid and stubborn old master Jiang Jijiang and Dean Jiang.
If he was expelled or left the academy on his own, the revenge of his Qin family, including Li Bangyan, Wang Fu and others, would immediately follow.
To be honest, Xu Zizhen had no intention of showing off his talents here. Yingtian Academy is not an ordinary place. Once his super-high level of literary talent is revealed, it may cause endless trouble. But now the Qin family is about to take action against him.
I can't say it, I can only keep a high profile.
Xu Zizhen thought about it for a moment and came up with an idea. A trace of gloom deliberately flashed across his face, and he snorted: "In that case, Xu will accompany me."
Qin Song chuckled: "Brother Xu is happy, so please go ahead."
Xu Zizhen didn't move his feet and pursed his lips: "You suggested it, you go first."
Qin Song glanced at the students around him and smiled: "Okay, then I'll make a fool of myself." After saying that, he walked to the table to pick up his pen and pondered, and one of his followers came up to sharpen his ink for him.
The topic "Butterfly" had been proposed a long time ago, and Qin Song had already prepared it in his mind, so when the ink was polished, he started writing with a big stroke of the pen on the paper. After a while, he threw away the pen in his hand,
The attendant immediately stepped forward and carefully picked up his poem, holding it high by the table.
After Qin Song stopped throwing the pen, he turned around and went to the piano table on one side. He lifted up his clothes and sat down, and the music of the piano gurgled as he moved his fingers.
The first sound of the piano is a cheerful and joyful foreshadowing, and then the tinkling continues, like beads falling on a jade plate, and gradually becomes more and more lively, making people feel like they are in a green meadow, surrounded by flowers blooming and butterflies flying.
I have to say that although Qin Song is ugly, he does have a good foundation in playing the piano.
Look at the words held high above the ground. There is a poem about butterflies:
The slender colorful wings, the gentle willow breeze.
I have received Dongjun's salary in vain, and I still hope that the peach and apricot will be red.
From ancient times to modern times, I sigh about Liang Zhu and ask Zhuang Gong in my dreams.
At dusk, the tower is quiet, who disturbs the shadow of the butterfly?
The calligraphy is elegant and unrestrained hand calligraphy. It can be seen that Qin Song has also put in a lot of hard work in calligraphy. A group of students gathered around to appreciate the calligraphy and listen to music. Yingtian Academy is a place where elites gather, and those who know what is good are naturally very good at it.
Qin Song's poems and calligraphy are undoubtedly of the highest quality. Although many students despise him as a person, many people still express their admiration for him in terms of pure literature.
Not long after the music ended, Qin Song stood up and looked at Xu Zizhen with a smile: "Brother Xu, how do you think of this poem and music?"
Xu Zizhen looked stunned until Qin Song called him and he seemed to come back to his senses: "Ah? Oh, that's right."
Qin Song stared at Xu Zizhen and asked: "Brother Xu is a great talent. Why don't you tell me how you are doing this poem and this song?"
Xu Zizhen chuckled: "Then I'll tell you, don't be angry. I mean... you don't understand."
Qin Song was stunned, and the students around him were also stunned. They didn't understand? What kind of explanation is this?
Xu Zizhen nodded seriously: "Yes, I just don't understand. I don't understand your poems, and I don't understand your music even more."
The two words "I don't understand" have many meanings. Qin Song thinks that Xu Zizhen really doesn't understand, but some students think that Xu Zizhen doesn't like Qin Song's poems and music at all.
Qin Song guessed what they were thinking by looking at everyone's expressions, and he was immediately very angry. However, he couldn't get angry in front of everyone, so he sneered and said: "I guess my work is too superficial to be appreciated by Brother Xu.
But it doesn’t matter, I’m just throwing ideas around, and I’d like to ask Brother Xu to show off his masterpiece.” He stepped aside, pointed at the pen and paper on the table and said, “Please!”
Xu Zizhen scratched his head and looked at the pen and ink on the table. He knew how ugly his calligraphy was. He had no problem writing poems and lyrics. He still had some talent in his stomach, but he showed his timidity when he started writing.
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However, he had already thought of a countermeasure, shook his head and said, "Don't rush to write now, let's talk about this piano first."
Qin Song sneered and said: "This piano is a hundred years old and is my favorite. Could it be that Brother Xu thinks this piano is not good?"
Xu Zizhen shook his head: "Don't talk about a hundred years, I can't even play a hundred-day piano. But are we two competing on the piano or on music? If it's a piano competition, I'll give in immediately."
This remark made Qin Song angry again. Qin Song's face sank and he was about to speak when Qian Tongzhi squeezed in from outside the crowd. When he got to Xu Zizhen's side, he thrust an old and dilapidated Ji Qin into his hand. Hehe
He smiled and said: "Isn't it only a hundred years old? This piano is quite old, so let's use this one."
Everyone was in an uproar, and then burst into laughter. It could be seen that this Ji Qin was indeed old, and the color on the piano was dull and mottled. However, this Qin was definitely a low-quality thing, and I am afraid that ordinary people would not even bother to use such a thing.
Qian Tongzhi put his hands on his hips and shouted: "Why are you laughing? This is the treasure of the concierge Liu!"
Everyone laughed even more when they heard what he said. They all knew the concierge, Uncle Liu, and many people had seen his Ji Qin. However, everyone knew that Uncle Liu could also play a few minor tunes at random, and the music of this Qin was not good.
How accurate is it? How can it be compared with Qin Song’s guqin?
Qin Song's face turned extremely ugly. To him, Xu Zizhen and Qian Tongzhi were working together to harm him, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. The more Xu Zizhen acted like this, the more it showed that he did not dare to compete.
How can a mere martial artist compare to the talented men of my Qin family? You don’t overestimate your abilities!
Yan Zhao looked at the broken piano with worry, and complained in a low voice: "What are you doing with this little money? You don't know how to save the siege, but you still come to cause trouble."
Gu Zhongchen's eyes lit up. He had seen Xu Zizhen's Ji Qin skills during the Red Sleeve Recruitment. For a master, the quality of the piano would not have much impact on his level.
He glanced at the triumphant Qin Song and was secretly amused. Xu Zizhen once beat him to shame in music. He didn't know what Qin Song would end up with today.
Gu Zhongchen, who had always had a very strict upbringing, rarely felt a sense of gloating about his misfortune.