Unlike the people around him who were looking down at their toes in trepidation, afraid that they would be killed if they looked any longer, Song QingShu carefully looked inside and saw a graceful figure slowly walking in from behind the curtain.
"Oh, it's Shen Bijun?" Although he couldn't see her face through the curtain, Song QingShu could tell from her figure and the sound of her footsteps whether it was the same person. In particular, the unique fragrance on her body that was like an orchid or a musk was even more unforgettable.
"One by one, play what you're best at and wait outside for the results," the butler said.
Shen Bijun was the judge? Song Qingshu was a little surprised, but on second thought, it was expected. After all, the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting were things that the Han people were good at. In terms of zither skills, there was probably no one in Shang Jing who could compare to Shen Bijun. Naturally, there was no one more suitable than her.
Next, one by one, Song Qingshu went up to play. Before, he was still in high spirits, but now his heart gradually sank. After all, he was making a last-minute effort, and the people who came were all famous people from all over the country. All of them had been immersed in the zither for decades. How could he catch up in such a short time?
Although he was a layman before, after two days of tutoring, Song Qingshu could easily judge the quality of the zither skills. He roughly calculated that there were at least eight people present who were better than him. This time, there was only one person to be a zither master. No matter how good he was, he probably wouldn't stand a chance.
Could he only rely on the Soul Transfer Technique? Song Qingshu was a little hesitant. Now that Shen Bijun was sitting behind the heavy gauze curtains, he couldn't even see her eyes. How could he use the Soul Transfer Technique? What's more, there were so many famous people present, and they weren't deaf. If he couldn't convince them and won by cheating, it would be a lot of trouble if they made a fuss.
Just as he was struggling, he suddenly heard the butler call "Zhao Weiyi." It turned out that it was his turn.
He had been a little nervous before, but now that things had come to a head, he calmed down. He had experienced so many storms and waves. A mere zither master interview was nothing. Even if he failed, he could think of another way.
He calmly sat down and was about to play the song he had prepared before when he suddenly remembered what Zhao Min had said when he was learning the zither. The zither was the heart of the heart, and the mind of the player would reflect the image in the sound of the zither.
This was not an objective competition of their skills, but rather a competition of who Shen Bijun thought was the best. The other interviewees didn't even know who she was, but he knew who she was. He already had a great advantage.
Shen Bijun had been kidnapped and taken to a foreign country. She had no one to rely on and lived a precarious life. She was filled with fear and dread for the future, and it was likely that she would miss her home and worry a lot …
Roughly guessing Shen Bijun's current mood, Song Qingshu had a plan. Of course, he couldn't directly play a song about homesickness. After all, ancient culture paid attention to euphemism, and he couldn't express what he was thinking so directly. Thus, he began to play "Thinking". "Thinking" was an ancient song from the Han Dynasty. It had a gentle rhythm, and the most amazing thing about this song was that it had different effects depending on the audience.
If people who lived carefreely and happily listened to it, they would only feel that it was bland and tasteless. However, if the listener happened to be in the mood to be sad, it would be amazing. It would easily arouse the thoughts in the other party's heart. When someone was heartbroken, they would think of the past and the love of the deceased. As for Shen Bijun, it could be said that she had a lot on her mind at the moment …
As expected, after the sound of the zither sounded, Shen Bijun, who had been sitting there, suddenly trembled. She couldn't help but take out a handkerchief to gently wipe her tears.
It had to be known that a noble young miss like Shen Bijun had been very strict with her bearing since she was a child. This was proof that her emotions were extremely agitated.
When Song QingShu saw that there was hope, he subconsciously infused his internal energy into the sound, making it even more penetrative and able to touch people's souls. It wasn't just Shen Bijun. Many of the other zither masters had confused and complicated expressions on their faces. It was clear that the sound of the zither had stirred up their thoughts.
Before the song finished, Shen Bijun suddenly stood up from behind the curtain and hurriedly left with the help of her maids. The zither players outside were all stunned.
"What's going on?"
"Why did she leave? We haven't even played yet."
As the crowd was whispering, the housekeeper from before came out and announced, "The interview is over. Everyone can go back."
"What's going on? That's it?"
"But we haven't played yet."
The crowd was in an uproar, but when they saw the housekeeper's cold expression, they realized that this was King Wei's manor. They didn't dare act presumptuously and could only dejectedly leave.
Although Song Qingshu had some confidence, he wasn't sure if he should leave or not. Fortunately, the housekeeper came over and called out to him, "Zhao Weiyi, right? Come with me."
"It seems I've made the right bet." Song Qingshu felt like a huge stone had been lifted from his heart.
The housekeeper took many twists and turns before bringing him to an extremely remote courtyard. He then threatened, "Brat, the noble person inside wants to see you. You must remember your status. If you offend the noble person, I'll throw you into the mass grave outside the city tonight."
"Yes, yes, yes." Song Qingshu pretended to be a yes-man as he thought to himself, Shen Bijun has already been moved to King Wei's manor. It seems that Yelu Yixin is indeed preparing to send her to the palace. On one hand, he can appease Xiaoxia, and on the other, he can deepen his influence into the harem. After all, since ancient times, powerful officials always needed the help of a favored concubine in the palace.
However, Shen Bijun had been captured by them, so how could she possibly follow Yelu Yixin's orders so obediently? Weren't they afraid that she would tell the Emperor everything after entering the palace?
While he was deep in thought, Song Qingshu had already walked in. Shen Bijun was sitting in a pavilion, staring blankly toward the south. There were two pretty maids standing to the side to serve her, but because they were next to Shen Bijun, no one would pay attention to them.
Although Song Qingshu had seen Shen Bijun once before and only saw her profile this time, he still couldn't help but feel amazed. She wasn't wearing particularly gorgeous clothes, but no matter what kind of clothes she wore, as long as she wore them, they would become exceptionally outstanding.
She didn't wear any jewelry, nor did she put any makeup on her face because for her, jewelry and makeup were superfluous. No matter how precious the jewelry was, it couldn't take away her brilliance, and no matter how noble the makeup was, it couldn't add to her beauty.
Song Qingshu had seen many stunning beauties, but most of them were chivalrous women in Jianghu. It was the first time he had seen a lady from a noble family who was gentle, beautiful, and elegant like Shen Bijun.
In fact, Nan Lan and Cheng Yaojia could also be considered ladies from a noble family, but Cheng Yaojia wasn't a stunning beauty. Nan Lan was, after all, a married woman. Her temperament was still very different from Shen Bijun's. Perhaps only Xue Baochai, whom he had met in Lin 'an, could be compared to her. But after seeing the other side of Xue Baochai in the Imperial City Department, the mark of a noble family on her was not so obvious.
Reminded by the maid, Shen Bijun turned her head and looked at him curiously with her beautiful eyes. She asked softly, "Are you from the Song Dynasty?"
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