Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

She is indeed a talented woman, she speaks eloquently!

After listening to this, Mr. Shang nodded slightly and said, "Not bad."

When Zhou Mengjin heard this comment, his heart couldn't help but burst into anger.

Among so many people who went up, she was the only one who spoke the longest, and she was the only one who received a "good" from Mr. Shang. She might be the one who was destined to play the finale guqin tonight!

The depression caused by Qin Nian stealing the limelight disappeared, and her delicately made-up face once again showed a gentle and decent smile.

After Zhou Mengjin, Qin Nian came on stage.

Qin Nian looked at the piano carefully for a few seconds and spoke softly.

“This ancient zither is the Fuxi zither.

There are many styles of guqin, such as Fuxi style, Luoxia style, Shennong style, Zhongni style, Banana Leaf style, Lianzhu style...

The Fuxi style has important cultural significance.

The relationship between the guqin and Fuxi is long-standing. Legend has it that the inventor of the guqin was Fuxi.

During the time of Fuxi, heaven and earth were in turmoil, and demons and gods were rampant. He tried to use the heavenly sounds of music to purify the world of evil and lead the human race to live in peace, so he created the guqin and played pure music.

......"

Qin Nian spoke in a soft voice, not so much expressing his feelings as explaining science.

It's still very dry science.

But her voice was pleasant, her rhythm was appropriate, and her pronunciation was clear, so all the guests were fascinated by her.

Mr. Shang also listened carefully.

After she finished speaking, he said lovingly, "The little girl is a good student and has a solid theoretical knowledge."

Qin Nian: “…”

The theoretical knowledge is very solid, but I don’t have any feelings about it.

Her face fell in an instant.

With a red face, he bowed and left the stage.

The guests laughed and applauded to appease him.

Miss Qin has said it very well. Mr. Shang is really too demanding!

Shang Lao raised his hand, slowly stroking the guqin, and looked at the guests and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to come up and have a look?"

The guests in the room fell silent.

Compared with their previous eagerness to try, they are now calm.

Mr. Shang’s requirements are too high!

Miss Zhou and Miss Qin, two talented ladies, both spoke eloquently about the guqin, but Mr. Shang was not moved at all.

They have no idea about guqin, and are not proficient in the instrument. Wouldn't it be asking for trouble if they went up there?

They won’t go up!

Seeing that no one came up, Mr. Shang stroked the strings of his zither, a look of loneliness flashing across his old face.

When you first hear it, you don't know what the song is about, but after listening to it again, you are already in the song.

In the song, I lightly recall the person in the dream, and when I wake up, I sigh at the world of mortals.

Changying, I don’t know if I can ever find the right person to give you this most precious guqin in this lifetime!

Shang Lao was feeling lonely when suddenly a clear voice rang in his ears: "Let me take a look."

Old Shang raised his eyes, and under the shining starlight, he seemed to see an old friend for a moment.

I stared at the girl in front of me, and for a moment it felt like a dream.

Ai Fei walked to the side of the guqin, raised her hand, and gently touched the word "ying" engraved between the goose feet.

The character "ying" is so blurry that it is almost unrecognizable.

She stroked it gently and whispered, "The alluring city aspires to be a bulwark, loyalty and filial piety are the product of deep affection. Someone from another generation will continue the military, and the peach blossoms will immediately ask for a long ribbon."

When Mr. Shang heard her recite the poem, his pupils trembled and his body swayed slightly unconsciously.

He clutched the dragon-headed cane tightly, suppressing the throbbing in his heart, and murmured, "Why did the girl suddenly recite this poem?"

Ai Fei stroked the top with her small hand and said, "Isn't there a word 'ying' engraved here? When I saw this word, I thought of this poem.

I think the word "ying" is the name of the owner of the zither?

With words like this, the owner of the zither must be a...