Monk, this child is yours

In the past few days, Ye Qingshuang has been quite free, one is to wait for Dong Shaoling to bring news of the killer, and the other is to prepare for the selection of the top flower house.

Although Meng Xueshen was with Ye Qingshuang for half a month, he couldn't come every day because Meng Xueshen had to study.

If Meng Xuexin came over, he would just chat and talk with Ye Qingshuang.

Jiange is the No. 1 pavilion in the south for cultivating killers. Dong Shaoling will not bring killers to the capital soon, so Ye Qingshuang is not in a hurry. His first concern now is the selection of the top leaders.

Speaking of Hualou's annual honorary selection, it is the biggest event in Hualou every year. Except that they do not participate in the first round, and those who are qualified to participate in the selection activities are selected by customers based on their appearance. people compete for talent.

Two days ago, Aunt Liu had informed Ye Qingshuang that she could participate in the selection of the first prize, and Ye Qingshuang has been studying how to stand out in the selection of the top prize these days.

There are four items in the selection of the famous kui, Qin (instrument), chess (Go), calligraphy (calligraphy), painting (ink painting), and you must be proficient in all of them.

Ye Qingshuang's biggest competitor is Huo Shuangyan. In the competition of musical instruments last year, Ye Qingshuang defeated Huo Shuangyan's pipa music with guzheng. Except for calligraphy and ink painting, she was evenly matched in Go.

So, at this moment Ye Qingshuang was lying on the bed, frowning and flipping through the chess records on the tablet, dozing off non-stop.

Two days ago, in order to win the musical instrument, he stayed up all night to make a flute. He carefully carved the flute according to the information on the tablet computer. A flute took Ye Qingshuang several days and nights, because I don’t know how much it was damaged during the period. It was only when the materials were used that he could carve his flute with ease.

The reason why he chooses Xiao as his musical instrument is that there is no such instrument in this era, and besides the piano, he is the only one who is good at playing the flute in modern times.

He can't make a piano, so he can only make a musical instrument like a flute. Anyway, the materials and craftsmanship are very simple.

After the flute was finished, Ye Qingshuang tried to play it. The tone was not as authentic as the modern flute, but it was also very nice.

Now every time he gets tired of reading chess records, he will take out his flute and practice the pieces. He has practiced the two tigers, the little donkey and so on. Fortunately, his room is well soundproofed, otherwise the people in the flower building would have heard it. .

After Ye Qingshuang practiced the simple pieces smoothly, he began to try to play the pieces he played in the competition. He was going to play "Swordsman".

He used to be very obsessed with this tune, and he listened to it almost every day. Later, he learned the flute and played it every day. Therefore, he could memorize the flute score of "Swordsman" with his eyes closed.

"Dang...dang...dang...dang...dang...dang...dang...dang..."

The familiar tune reverberated throughout the room, Ye Qingshuang showed a gentle smile, inhaled and exhaled, raised and lowered her fingers according to the rhythm of the music, her thin lips were blowing across the hole.

As long as he plays this piece of music every time, he can feel happy for a long time, just like the melodious tune, mellow and long, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

After playing the song, Ye Qingshuang felt a little melancholy. This "Swordsman" is better to listen to the qin and Xiao harmony. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anyone who could play the ensemble when I was in college. Is there still such a person in this era?

While he was sighing, the shadow of Han Feixue flashed in his mind, dressed in white, with white jade hairpins tied up in his hair, he was very cold when he was not smiling, and he could fascinate all beings with just a little smile.

He couldn't help but think of the original body leaning against Han Feixue, and when Han Feixue played the guqin, his heartbeat became faster and faster, just like Ye Qingshuang at that time, wanting to brush off Han Feixue's hair hanging on the side of his face, looking at it obsessively Looking at the handsome side face of the man, watching the man's slender fingers plucking on the strings, playing a wonderful sound.

Ye Qingshuang covered the position of his heart, and let out a deep breath. He had never experienced such a strong feeling. He stroked the flute in his hand, stroked the red tassels on the flute with his hands, and a throbbing feeling arose spontaneously. I strongly want Han Feixue to play the song "Swordsman" with him.

He thought maybe Han Feixue was the most suitable person to play this piece of music with him.

Ye Qingshuang was dressed up on the day of the honorary selection, and he, who usually doesn't wear makeup powder, also put on some makeup at this time. He only puts on makeup powder to stand out under the lights.

He was wearing a blue robe embroidered with red maple leaves. This robe was given to him by Han Feixue, and it was also the most expensive piece of clothing.

Ye Qingshuang's green jade hairpin paired with a blue robe looked ethereal, holding a green flute with red tassels hanging from it, she was amazed when she walked from the veranda.

The overcrowded downstairs became quiet instantly, many guests were overwhelmed by Ye Qingshuang's beauty, and after the silence, there were cheers.

Ye Qingshuang smiled at the guests downstairs, nodded politely and sat down on the chair with her nameplate on it.

When Ye Qingshuang took her seat, there were already a few top names sitting next to her, and there were also a few little-known young ladies. The original Ye Qingshuang didn't pay attention to other people in the flower building, and the current Ye Qingshuang doesn't care even more.

It wasn't until the legendary Huo Shuangyan appeared that Ye Qingshuang looked at the person seriously. She was dressed in a fiery red gauze dress, with crisp, slightly exposed breasts, a slender waist, a tall figure, and long legs covered by the gauze skirt. The next group of guests gasped and cheered louder than when Ye Qingshuang came.

Huo Shuangyan glanced coldly at the group of guests downstairs who were cheering for her, nodded slightly, and walked towards the seat next to Ye Qingshuang.

If it wasn't for Ye Qingshuang's slightly superior talent, relying on his appearance and popularity, he would never be able to beat Huo Shuangyan.

Huo Shuangyan is not only outstanding in stature and appearance, but also in talent. Every time the original body ran for the top spot, it took a lot of effort to win against Huo Shuangyan.

Ye Qingshuang looked at the doll-like Huo Shuangyan who was sitting next to her with a cold breath and long eyelashes hanging down. While amazed in her heart, she became more determined to win the title. He is no more popular than Huo Shuangyan now, so he can only use his talent He beat Huo Shuangyan.

After all the chairs upstairs were filled with today's selection participants, Aunt Liu twisted her round waist and walked slowly from the veranda until she reached the center of the building, and said loudly to the crowded guests downstairs: : "Today is our Hualou's annual honorary selection, everyone should be optimistic. If the girls in our building are talented, don't be stingy with the money in your hands. Remember to give it to the girls in our building. Please give me some rewards, the wooden cards have been distributed to all the masters, if you like whoever you like, you can write the name on it, the selection results refer to the number of names on the wooden cards, today only the musical instrument competition will be held, and the girls are invited to help Grandpa showed it!"

The guests downstairs are not only some sons who love to visit flower houses, but also some high-ranking officials and nobles, and even scholars who admire beauty.

On the day of the Hualou Mingkui selection, bad guests or ordinary guests are generally forbidden to enter, so most of the guests sitting downstairs are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting or one of them, and of course there are some generals.

After Aunt Liu finished speaking, there was cheers downstairs, and a pair of icy eyes swept towards Ye Qingshuang from the cheers.

Ye Qingshuang felt the sight, looked at the source of the sight, and was surprised for a while.

That person had met once before, but he had never spoken a word. That person was Han Feixue's elder brother Han Luoye, who was [-]% similar to Han Feixue, because he was too hostile to give people any good feelings.

Ye Qingshuang was very uncomfortable being stared at by Han Luoye, so she had to turn her gaze to Aunt Liu and signaled to the girl sitting first that it was time to show off her talent.

The order in which talents are displayed is determined according to the order of drawing lots. Unfortunately, Ye Qingshuang got the last lottery, and Huo Shuangyan also unfortunately got the penultimate lottery.

The first girl to play was coquettish and coquettish, and she played the guzheng very well. Listening to the gentle tune, Ye Qingshuang held back her yawns, and patiently listened to it with a smile on her face.

The second and third place were equally boring, until Huo Shuangyan stood up, there was a strong cheer downstairs.

Huo Shuangyan walked to the railing with small steps, sat gracefully on the round stool, picked up the pipa that was put aside, raised her slender fingers, and began to pluck the strings without any opening remarks.

The melody is clear and crisp, sometimes flowing slowly, sometimes violently, Huo Shuangyan's quiet, calm and cold face is in stark contrast to the melody of the pipa, which makes people can't help watching it again and again.

Ye Qingshuang listened patiently. Huo Shuangyan played the pipa very skillfully, and her beautiful appearance was impeccable when she played the pipa. No wonder Ye Qingshuang lost in the last competition.

Ye Qingshuang had some calculations in her heart, but she believed even more that he could win this round, relying on "Swordsman" who would be moved after listening to it, the self-confidence of never getting tired of listening to it, and the self-confidence accumulated in a thousand years of culture.

The pipa repertoire played by Huo Shuangyan, from the joy at the beginning to the sorrow at the end, calmed the hearts of the guests present. When the ending sound fell on the saddest note, the guests who touched the deepest even shed tears.

The string sound stopped, and the lingering sound was endless. After a long silence, the guests downstairs all stood up.

Someone called Huo Shuangyan's name loudly, and someone praised her, but Huo Shuangyan still bowed coldly and nodded, then retreated to her seat.

Ye Qingshuang maintained a gentle smile throughout the audience, with a stiff expression on his face. He moved his legs that had not moved for a long time, stood up and walked towards the railing, smiled at the guests downstairs, picked up the flute in his hand and said: How about Guan Chui and Xiao?"

After Ye Qingshuang finished speaking, she regretted it, and actually said words like "blow, Xiao"...

Fortunately, the ancients did not understand...

After Ye Qingshuang finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion below, all talking about what Ye Qingshuang was holding in his hand, what is blowing, Xiao, and what is Xiao?

Finally, a white-faced scholar couldn't help asking, "May I ask what Qingshuang is holding in his hand? Can you explain it to me?"

Holding the flute in both hands, Ye Qingshuang said: "This is a musical instrument, you can make a sound by blowing the small hole on it."

Ye Qingshuang gave a brief demonstration, and the wonderful sound came out from the flute hole. The guests downstairs were all amazed, and they also looked forward to Ye Qingshuang's performance.