43. Chang Hongqu (2)
Requested by: Venice
Murong Yan relied solely on such a subtle and concealed flaw to infer that there was something wrong with Yu Qingya, and that the person who played the zither earlier was not the same person.
Yu Qingjia did not expect that Murong Yan could not only hear the mistakes in the ensemble of many instruments, but he could even hear the inconsistencies on the movements of a musicianâs hand.
Yu Qingjia stared at Murong Yanâs cold and glowing mask with an extremely complicated feeling.
He noticed Yu Qingjiaâs gaze, and stared back at her in a questioning manner,
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â
Yu Qingjia shook her head and sighed quietly,
âNow Iâm a little glad youâre a man.â
If Murong Yan was a woman, with him as a comparison, other women would not even have a chance to marry.
Murong Yan was too lazy to pursue whatever the meaning behind Yu Qingjiaâs words was.
He sat in front of the zither table leisurely and elegantly, with one hand casually resting on the zither,
âHave you thought about what you wanted to play?â
Yu Qingjia looked towards the opposite side of the lake. The lights were brilliant. Yu Qingya was still waiting for her to respond to their competition, and Prince Yingchuan and the rest of the crowd were also waiting with baited breath.
She had only one chance to try, and if she won, she would become famous overnight, but if she lost, all her efforts would collapse instantly, and she would carry the name of a failure forever in the future.
Yu Qingjia knew that once she played the first tune there was no longer turning back.
She was extremely serious and refused to do it easily.
Anyways, Murong Yan had already found out about Yu Qingyaâs deceit, so Yu Qingjia simply broke the pot and said to him,
âYou donât know, Yu Qingya is now⦠Very strange and she cannot be treated based on the standards of a normal person. No matter how difficult a tune is played, as long as she is allowed to listen to it, she can remember it and then she can analyze how each and every tone is issued. Even without letting her see how you played it, she can still easily replicate the full set of movements.â
âSince she can remember the pieces easily, then donât work on it.â
Murong Yanâs fingers rubbed the strings of the zither and suddenly picked out an extremely light and faint tone,
âWonât it be enough if she canât keep up?â
A thought immediately flashed into her mind,
âYou mean⦠Chang Hongqu?â
âChang Hongqu?â
Even if you canât see his expression, you can feel that Murong Yan was frowning in disgust,
âHow did you come up with such a name?â
Yu Qingjia was speechless, obviously she wasnât the one who came up with that name, and she did not know what to call it either.
After Murong Yan said this, Yu Qingjiaâs thoughts also became clearer, however, she still frowned in embarrassment,
âI just wrote this piece a few days ago, when I wrote it, I deliberately had the intention of making it impossible for people to play it, and I didnât practice playing the entire thing.â
Murong Yan didnât care much and said lightly,
âSo you canât play the zither without practicing?â
This sentence was obviously a provocation, and Yu Qingjia gave Murong Yan an angry look.
She then grabbed the strings, and started to tune it,
âRampant, who are you looking down on?â
As early as when Murong Yan hooked at the first string, the banquet hall was already having a small commotion.
The crowd had seen Yu Qingjia walk to the opposite side, for a long time, and did not move.
The candles in the water pavilion were blown out by the wind, and she did not even summon her servant girl to re-ignite them.
The pavilion is currently shrouded in a shimmering dim light. Which gave off an eerie atmosphere.
Yu Qingjia did not make a sound yet, and everyone in the banquet hall was already holding their breath while staring in anticipation.
Then the first sound gradually came up, and although it was light and faint, the echo was heavy, as if the aftermath of the sound contained a continuous killing intention.
After that, the person on the opposite pavilion tried the sound of each string one by one, and even those who did not know how to play the zither knew that the match was about to begin.
When Murong Xu heard Yu Qingjiaâs rhythm, he couldnât help but raise his eyebrows.
The girls gathered in the water pavilion in the afternoon, also exchanged glances in amazement,
âIt turned out to be the Chang Hongqu in the afternoon. â
The tune of the Chang Hongqu is extremely special, it can be said that the style was extremely unprecedented, and the one after wonât be able to contend with its brilliance.
Upon hearing this impressive chord, most of the people present immediately realized that Yu Qingjia was going to use Chang Hongqu to compete.
Yu Qingya was aware that the system had long since transformed Chang Hongqu into a latter-day pentatonic score stored in the database, and now when she heard the familiar piece being played, it didnât even need to record, decipher, or transcode it, the system could immediately call up the program for auto-play.
With successive victories, the system was so sure of its powerful processor that it did not wait like it did with Zhou Suzhi and the other girl.
He did not wait fot Yu Qingjia to finish playing but directly manipulated Yu Qingyaâs hands to press on the strings and play in sync with her.
After hearing the sound coming in the middle of the hall, the onlookers immediately marveled and became even more excited.
Two people playing together, if there is any mistake, it will be immediately noticed, this is much more exciting than the previous two.
The water pavilion and the banquet room resounded at the same time, and the two zither sounds overlapped.
The murderous air between them almost turned into substance.
In the heart of the lake, Yu Qingjiaâs fingers were flipping like a flower.
It was light and precise.
Her fingertips looked as if they were dancing on top of the strings.
As they gradually reached the most critical moment, the zither sound became even more intense.
It came off, short and light, but it seemed to be brewing a slaughter feast in its faint silence.
Murong Yan, who was sitting next to Yu Qingjia was quietly listening to the sound coming from both sides.
He waited until it reached a certain point, then he suddenly whispered,
âHere it comes.â
Before Yu Qingjia could even react, a sudden sound of the zither suddenly burst out, and an accumulation of an array of dangerous sounds arose one after another.
Yu Qingya was still able to follow the beat, but the exclamations erupted from the crowd immediately.
âSo itâs actually a two-person ensemble! No wonderâ¦â