"But Shen Bijun is the eldest miss of the Shen family and comes from a scholarly family. She is also the candidate for the Crown Princess. She must be skilled in the four arts. Why would she need a zither master to teach her?" Song Qingshu suddenly found it strange.
"I'm not too sure." Zhao Min frowned, "Perhaps Shen Bijun needs some accompaniment when she enters the palace."
Song Qingshu nodded. There were dowries in this world. Not only were there maids, but there were also other talented people.
"Does Princess plan to apply for a Han zither master?" Song Qingshu teased. With Zhao Min's skills, she was more than qualified to apply for a zither master.
Zhao Min's lips curled up and she said lightly, "It's not me, it's you."
"I'll go?" Song Qingshu was dumbfounded, "I can't even differentiate between Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu. How can I be a zither master?"
"What does that matter?" Zhao Min was unconcerned, "Won't you learn it if I teach you?"
"Uh, forget it. I think it's better if you go by yourself." In his previous life, he was a musical idiot. Song Qingshu felt a headache just thinking about playing the zither.
"Wei Wang fu is filled with danger. Murong Jingyue might be hiding inside. Are you really that heartless to let a weak girl like me take such a risk?" Zhao Min looked at him pitifully. In order to make it more convincing, she purposely teared up.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but admire Zhao Min's acting skills. Compared to some of the actresses in his previous life who had to use eye drops to cry, Zhao Min's tears flowed freely. Her acting skills were many times better.
However, even though he knew that she was acting, Song QingShu was still worried about Zhao Min entering the Wei Wangfu. She was known as the number one beauty in Mongolia, and he knew very well how beautiful she was. If something were to happen to her in the Wei Wangfu, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
"But since King Wei's Residence is recruiting, it shouldn't take long. How can I learn it so easily?" Song Qingshu reckoned that even if he was not a master like Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng, he should at least be very skilled in the zither. How could a beginner like him be qualified to enter?
"Isn't First Young Master Song known as a martial arts prodigy who can learn any martial arts at a glance?" Zhao Min snorted. "Not to mention, there's a great teacher like me to guide you. I guarantee that you'll finish your apprenticeship within three days."
"Three days?" Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. He wasn't as confident as Zhao Min.
But now that things had come to this, they could only bite the bullet. Next, Zhao Min led Song Qingshu to her room, took out a Jiaotong Zither, and softly said, "The twelve melodies are: Huang Zhong, Da Lu, Tai Zun, Jia Zhong, Gu Xi, Zhong Lu, Lao Bin, Lin Zhong, Yi Ze, Nan Lu, Wu She, and Ying Zhong. This has existed since ancient times. It's said that the Yellow Emperor ordered Ling Lun to be the rhythm. Hearing the cry of the phoenix, he created the twelve melodies. The seven strings of the zither are: Gong, Shang, Jiao, Wei, and Yu. The first string is the Huang Zhong, and the third string is the Gong tune. The five tunes are: Slow Jiao, Qing Shang, Gong Tune, Slow Gong, and Lao Bin Tune. "She explained in detail.
Although Song Qingshu knew nothing about music, he was smart and could understand it easily. Zhao Min liked it very much. She immediately taught him the finger technique and taught him to play the extremely short "Song of the Jade Firmament". Song Qingshu learned it a few times. When he played it, although the notes were not correct and the finger technique was not smooth, it was still elegant. It was like a clear blue sky with no clouds in ten thousand li.
When the song ended, Zhao Min couldn't help but praise, "In the way of the zither, finger technique is after all a small skill. What's more important is the mind of the zither player. You are magnanimous and have lofty ambitions. Although your technique is not smooth, you can still restore the meaning of the zither."
"The Prefectural Bishop is still the best." Song Qingshu said with a smile. When learning the zither, the two of them would not be too far apart. Smelling the elegant fragrance coming from Zhao Min, he felt relaxed and happy.
"Young Master Song has a sweet mouth." Zhao Min pursed her lips and smiled. "But flattery is useless. I teach people very strictly." As she spoke, she waved the bamboo whip in her hand, as if she would hit him if he did not learn well.
Song QingShu laughed bitterly. He could only continue to seriously memorize the rhythm and figure out the finger technique. Fortunately, he had a very good memory, and coupled with his extremely strong mental strength, he was able to learn much faster than ordinary people.
"I think I can play the" Thinking "you just taught me." Song Qingshu said with some excitement. But he was surprised to find that Zhao Min had fallen asleep on the table.
Only then did Song Qingshu remember that Zhao Min had stayed up all night to plan for the future. This morning, she had started teaching him how to play the zither. Listening to his own messy zither music, she probably could not take it anymore and fell asleep.
Although it was obvious that she was tired, her delicate skin still made her look beautiful. She was usually in high spirits, but now that she was asleep, her slightly furrowed eyebrows made people feel pity for her.
Song Qingshu knew that sleeping on her stomach was very uncomfortable, so he got up and gently carried her to the bed. His movements had never been so gentle before, for fear that he would wake her up if he was not careful.
After covering her with the quilt, Song Qingshu returned to the bedside and gently figured out the finger technique. Because he was worried that he would wake up the sleeping person, he did not really play the music. Instead, his ten fingers were moving in the air.
While he was exploring the finger technique, Zhao Min, who was on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes wide. She quietly stared at his back in a daze. Although Song QingShu's movements were gentle enough, a woman's natural instinct made her immediately wake up. But for some reason, she didn't show it.
Song QingShu, who usually had a glib tongue, did not do anything else. His gentle and considerate actions caused Zhao Min's heart to gradually soften. Thus, she revealed a faint smile as she looked at his back. She completely relaxed and unknowingly fell into a deep sleep.
In the next two days, one studied without eating or sleeping, and the other taught with all her heart. Soon, Song Qingshu reached the level where he could finish his apprenticeship.
"Although he is still far from being a famous musician, he should be able to apply for a musician." Zhao Min evaluated.
"What identity should I use to apply for the job?" Song Qingshu asked. Although there were no television or newspapers in this world, and his photos were not all over the world, there were still many people who had seen him. Moreover, there might be a Murong Jingyue hiding. Naturally, he could not go to the Mansion of Wei with his original appearance.
"I have already forged an identity for you." Zhao Min took out a document and handed it to him. "You are a down-and-out musician outside the border. Because of the chaos of the three border defenses, you had to leave your hometown to make a living. Not long ago, you came to Shang Jing City …"
Song Qingshu knew that only by setting the background to the faraway border would he not be found out by Yelu Yixin. But staring at the name on the document, he could not help but exclaim, "Zhao Weiyi? Why does he have such a strange name, and he has the same surname as you? "
"There are many people with stranger names in the world." Zhao Min blushed for some reason and quickly replied, "What's more, this person really exists. A few days ago, he heard that the Mansion of Wei was recruiting a dormitory, so he rushed to Shang Jing City. Halfway, he was intercepted by our people, so you replaced his identity."
"I see." Song Qingshu nodded, stood up, and said, "There's no time to lose. I'll go disguise myself first, and I'll go to the Mansion of Wei to apply for the job later. I hope my efforts in the past two days were not in vain."
Zhao Min also stretched, revealing a seductive curve of her chest. "I won't send you off. I'm exhausted these few days, so I need to catch up on my sleep." After saying that, she collapsed on the bed and fell asleep without a care for her image.
Song QingShu smiled and returned to his room. While putting on a disguise, he talked about the following arrangements with Icy Snow, who had rushed over after hearing the news. Icy Snow was worried. "The Wei Wangfu is dangerous everywhere. Furthermore, we don't know where Murong Jingyue is hiding. You must be extra careful."
Song Qingshu said with a smile, "Don't worry, I've even gone in and out of the palace countless times. A mere mansion of a down-and-out empire is nothing to me." He wasn't afraid of raising flags. After all, in the face of absolute strength, he had the confidence to face all difficulties.
Two hours later, Song QingShu appeared in front of the Prince of Wei's residence. At this moment, he had the appearance of a downtrodden zither player. Even those who were most familiar with him would not be able to recognize him as the Prince of Qi whose might had shaken the world.
"Are you here to apply for the zither player position? What's your name? Where are you from? " The main door of the mansion naturally wouldn't open for ordinary people. At the side door, a person who looked like an official stood there and asked arrogantly.
"As expected of a Rank 7 official in front of the prime minister's door." Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. However, he wasn't angry over such a small matter. After all, in order to reach the peak of the disguise technique, apart from having similar looks, one's personality and tone must also be the same.
"Zhao Weiyi …" Song Qingshu answered the other party's questions one by one. Suddenly, his heart stirred. Zhao Weiyi, Zhao Weiyi. Could it be Zhao Min's Weiyi?
Such a guess surprised and delighted him. After all, although Zhao Min had an ambiguous relationship with him, she had never formally expressed her feelings. Could it be that she wanted to use this method to confess her feelings?
However, Song Qingshu quickly thought that with Zhao Min's character, she probably wouldn't do such a wishy-washy thing. Moreover, she had also mentioned that Zhao Weiyi really existed, and he was just replacing his identity.
"It should be a coincidence …" Although he kept telling himself that, Song Qingshu's heart was suddenly filled with an inexplicable expectation.
After the interrogation, Song QingShu was led to a side courtyard. He secretly recalled what Zhao Min had taught him in the past two days. He was afraid that he would forget what he had learned at the last minute at a critical moment.
Then, he saw that there was more than one person in the side courtyard. They must be the musicians from various places who had heard the news. Although Song Qingshu was not confident, after all, he had been through a lot, and such a small scene was not enough to make him nervous.
"At most, I'll just use the Soul Transfer Technique to cheat on the examiner." Song Qingshu thought to himself. If he couldn't do it, he might as well use some extraordinary means.
Soon, someone came to interview them on some questions about music. Many people were eliminated, but Song Qingshu passed the first round without any mishaps.
Then, a person who looked like a butler came out and said, "Everyone knows how to be an armchair strategist. In the end, it still depends on your zither skills. In a while, a noble will come to judge. Remember not to make a noise, and don't be rude to the noble."
The people around him nodded submissively. After all, this was the Prince of Wei's Mansion, and they could lose their lives if they were not careful. Song Qingshu didn't mind. He just thought to himself, "I wonder who the noble is. It can't be Yelu Yixin, can it?"
Suddenly, his ears twitched. He heard a string of gentle footsteps, accompanied by the faint sound of jingling pendants. As the footsteps got closer, there seemed to be an additional elegant fragrance in the air. It was like an orchid, but not an orchid, and like musk, but not an musk.
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