Chapter 2080 Honesty

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Xue Baochai thought that it would be embarrassing if he was really chosen by this oiran, but if he didn't help, would Baoyu and his brother be allowed to lose face?

While she was hesitating, other people echoed Hua Yuyan. After all, what she said was reasonable and well-founded, and everyone wanted to see Jia Baoyu make a fool of herself, so she cried out for fear that the world would not be in chaos.

Song Qingshu patted Xue Baochai's hand lightly, indicating that she should handle the next situation by herself. Xue Baochai's face flushed, thinking that Baoyu was used to fighting with those maids and sisters on weekdays, and she always lacked the defense between men and women. Feel free to touch my hand!

But nowadays, women disguise themselves as men, and they don't have to worry about being seen by others when they have a skin-to-skin blind date with him.

Song Qingshu cleared his throat and said slowly, "It's true that the law is not taught lightly, and I'm not an entertainer. Why should I perform for you in front of everyone's eyes?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the room suddenly booed:

"Cut, don't you?"

"If you really know it, why not show your hands."

"Yes, let everyone's eyes open."

"Fuqin is an elegant thing, so why should Brother Jia care?"

...

These people were talking, but Song Qingshu was indifferent. He just looked at the Hua Kui and said, "I can play it, but I have to be a little lucky."

"What color head?" Hua Yuyan asked with a smile.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "If the girl thinks I can play well enough, how about choosing me as the guest of honor tonight?" He wanted to see what the woman was thinking, so he decided to end this farce as soon as possible.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar, Xue Baochai glared at him hatefully, the woman in the yellow shirt was full of contempt, and those other people even spoke out to stop him.

"Young master, this is difficult for me," Hua Yuyan looked embarrassed, "there are so many sons here, how can a concubine favor one over another?"

"I can also play the piano. If I want to play a song, I can bring a beautiful woman home. How can it be so easy."

"Brother Jia's request is too frustrating."

"How can an immortal character like Hua everyone be used as a bet?"

...

Seeing the excitement of the crowd, the corners of Hua Yuyan's mouth rose slightly, and she stretched out her hand to signal everyone to stay calm, and then said: "Jia Gongzi, it's really not convenient for a concubine to be a bet today, but it's really not suitable for the son to return without success... Well, if the son is superb in piano skills, the concubine will give this painting as a gift."

The maid next to her had already taken out a roll of pictures and spread it out in front of everyone. The picture was a thousand mountains and ten thousand valleys competing for the best, the rivers crisscrossed, the smoke and waves were vast, and the momentum was very majestic. There are rocky springs in the mountains, tile-roofed cottages, pines and bamboos, green willows and safflowers. Between mountains and streams, rivers and lakes, fishing villages and long bridges, everything is dizzying.

"A thousand miles of rivers and mountains!" Xue Baochai stood up excitedly.

Song Qingshu was also a little surprised. He didn't expect to come across a famous masterpiece here. The author of this painting is not well-known, his name is Wang Ximeng, and few people in later generations have heard of his name. However, this painting is very famous and is recognized as one of the top ten famous paintings in China.

This painting was painted by Wang Ximeng when he was eighteen years old, and Wang Ximeng died not long after that. This painting became a swan song. Emperor Huizong gave this painting to Cai Jing. After Jingkang was in trouble, Bianjing was broken by the Jin people, and the painting was lost. I don't know, I didn't expect it to fall into the hands of an oiran.

"People in this era really made a lot of money to pick up girls." Song Qingshu sighed secretly, and he could guess that she was a brothel woman without asking, how did this painting come from.

Everyone in the field was full of admiration, but their expressions were relatively calm, as if they were just admiring a rare good painting, rather than seeing a masterpiece handed down.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that this painting was made not long ago, and it was done by an unknown painter in this dynasty. The painting can become one of the top ten famous paintings, so the reaction to seeing this painting is not as shocking as his.

"Do you like this painting?" Song Qingshu noticed the excited Xue Baochai next to him.

"Well," Xue Baochai nodded instinctively, "I have seen a copy of this painting once. I have admired Wang Ximeng, who died young, for a long time, and I have always regretted not seeing the original."

"Since you like it, I'll win it and send it to you." Song Qingshu was originally interested in this painting, and it was originally one of his plans to attack Xue Baochai to divide up several great families.

Xue Baochai was startled and hurriedly said, "Baoyu, don't be ridiculous." Although she didn't meet Jia Baoyu too many times when she grew up, she still knew how much he weighed.

"I have my own measure." After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he got up and said to Hua Yuyan, "It just so happens that this young master likes this painting, so let's open your eyes."

A group of people pouted secretly, and Hua Yuyan couldn't help but say: "Hey, let's talk about it before, if the son's piano skills can't convince everyone, this can't be given to the son."

"It's natural." Song Qingshu said lightly.

Xue Baochai on the side frowned, thinking that even if he played by himself, it would be easier said than done to convince everyone? After all, people can tell lies on purpose, and she can't hold on to it without admitting it.

The girl in yellow also looked at him with great interest, wondering where he got his confidence, was he a delusional person or was he really capable?

Song Qingshu sat down in front of Qin, and seeing his solemn expression, the group of people involuntarily followed suit.

Originally, he didn't understand rhythm at all, but after coming to this world

He was brought in by Dongfang Muxue. Later, everyone like Zhao Min and Ren Yingying taught him the piano technique for a long time, and a lady like Shen Bijun who was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting was used as a sparring partner. It is said to be the top master, but it is not a big problem to outperform an oiran in a remote town.

It's just that everyone's judgment on piano skills is very subjective, and it is not so easy to convince everyone. The reason why he has the confidence is also inspired by the practice of the oiran just now.

Hua Yuyan just did that, but no one noticed. His martial arts are far superior to the opponent, and it is easier to moisten things silently. Unless there is a great master of the same level in the field, he will not be aware of his movement at all. hands and feet.

Having made up his mind, Song Qingshu's hands instantly turned into afterimages, and an incomparably impassioned magical melody sounded. The expressions of everyone in the field changed immediately, and their bodies trembled, as if they couldn't restrain their body agitation and wanted to dance to the song.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, the square dance Divine Comedy "The Most Dazzling National Style", coupled with your own internal strength, you can't dance if you want. Originally, it was difficult to compose some of the tunes of "The Most Dazzling National Style" with the guqin, but with the cooperation of internal forces, the influence was not great.

The group of sons were all blushing,

"The voice of all the extravagance, the voice of the extravagant!"

"Insulting Sven, insulting Sven!"

Even so, they couldn't resist the instinctive reaction of their bodies, and one by one, they shivered with the melody of the music.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "If you say no, your body is quite honest."

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