Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

When Wan Guan's wealth is spent, what about the points? Yu Qingjia really wanted to try it for Yu Qingya. In fact, Yu Qingjia has been curious for a long time. The system's capabilities are obviously higher than theirs in this era, but the system took a lot of trouble to find Yu Qingya, and even took the trouble to help Yu Qingya with suggestions. What is the picture? No one will be nice to another person for no reason. The system is not even a human being. It has no emotion or thinking, so what it wants to plot must be very clear. What exactly does the system want from Yu Qingya?

Yu Qingjia had a vague guess that maybe the points were just a bait, luring Yu Qingya into the trap of the system step by step. When she becomes inseparable from the system anymore, and at this time, the system can sit on the ground and ask for other things from Yu Qingya.

However, Yu Qingya is not stupid, how could she not guard against the system at all. If Yu Qingjia's guess is correct, Yu Qingya is still planning to use the system for her own use. As long as Yu Qingya doesn't let her points be negative, then there is room for maneuver, and she still has the right to choose and refuse.

It's a pity that Yu Qingya's idea is good, but whether it can be realized is up to her. Yu Qingya relied on the system to plot against Yu Qingjia many times. In the world of the dream, the two of them still had a life-threatening feud, how could Yu Qingjia let her go. The hatred of poisoning and murder is irreconcilable, Yu Qingya didn't want to get too deep, so Yu Qingjia wanted to push her into the mud step by step, and finally was trapped by the system so that she couldn't get out. Although she was alive, she was like a puppet running dog.

This is a delicate and dangerous process. Although Yu Qingjia knew that something was wrong with Yu Qingya and that she was parasitized by a demon, that's why she was suddenly smart, but how would Yu Qingjia prove it? Anyone can see that Yu Qingya is an ordinary girl now, and others cannot hear her communication with the system, let alone detect the existence of the system. Even if Yu Qingjia tells others about it, but Yu Qingjia has no evidence, how can others be convinced? At that time, if Yu Qingya bites back and labels Yu Qingjia as jealous and slandering, then Yu Qingjia will be in trouble instead.

Therefore, the only thing Yu Qingjia can rely on is herself, she can only rely on herself to avenge, and rely on herself to eliminate the evil spirit in the system from another time and space. In order to completely eliminate the system, the first thing to do is to weaken the system. Yu Qingjia thought about it for a long time, and finally felt that the consumption of the system had to fall on Yu Qingya.

Although the system is only temporarily bound to Yu Qingya's body, and the life form is higher than Yu Qingya's, but as long as it is parasitic, one will ebb and flow, and the other will lose. The host is getting stronger and stronger, and the system will have more callable resources. If the host is getting weaker, the system may also be bound by the host, becoming intentional but powerless.

Yu Qingya bought Yinping to monitor Yu Qingjia. Isn't this not Yu Qingjia's reverse monitoring? Now Yu Qingya and the system are united, so it is fun to cooperate happily, but what if their interests diverge? Yu Qingjia's real purpose of indulging Yin Ping is to use Yu Qingya's greed to drive a wedge between the system and Yu Qingya. As long as the two gradually become at odds and consume each other, Yu Qingjia will have a chance to reap the benefits.

Yu Qingjia's heart was full of tosses and turns, because she had something on her mind, she became more cautious when writing, and tried to do her best by deleting, deleting, and modifying. Yu Qingjia frowned, and concentrated on the paper in front of her, as if she had entered her own world, completely blocking the movement of the outside world.

Murong Yan put down his pen, stared quietly for a while, and suddenly asked: "What are you doing?"

Those eyes were always looking at him, but now they stayed on a piece of white paper for nearly a stick of incense, Murong Yan didn't like this feeling of being neglected very much.

Yu Qingjia was thinking about the important part, and had no time to pay attention to Murong Yan. She was about to pick up the pen to draw, when she suddenly felt something caught the pen holder. Yu Qingjia tugged hard, but couldn't break free. She looked up irritably, and saw Murong Yan pinching her pen with two fingers, her pupils were dark and her face was calm. Although she didn't say a word, her attitude was very clear.

Yu Qingjia really didn't know why Murong Yan suddenly became nervous again, but she was anxious to write down her inspiration and didn't have time to spend time with Murong Yan. She pulled the pen vigorously, and in the end both hands went into battle together, almost using all her strength, but Murong Yan still held the pen with one hand, without moving her wrist.

Yu Qingjia gritted her teeth and stood in a stalemate for a while, but finally lost. Forget it, don't reason with a psycho, a person with Murong Yan's personality, if you don't follow him, he can spend with you forever. Yu Qingjia gave up, she let go of her hand, Murong Yan was still fine, she was panting first: "What's wrong with you?"

Murong Yan took back the pen and straightened out the frizzy nib on the inkstone slowly, his attitude was still persistent: "What were you thinking just now?"

Yu Qingjia couldn't hold back Murong Yan, so he could only sigh slightly and said, "I'm thinking about the piano score."

But Murong Yan didn't believe it. With Yu Qingjia's character of being unable to hide anything, if he just thought about the piano score, how could he look so tense as if he was facing an enemy? Murong Yan smiled, looked into Yu Qingjia's eyes, and paused every word: "You are lying."

Yu Qingjia gasped for breath, and almost didn't even tense the expression on her face. Can Murong Yan speak? Believe it or not, no one will expose it on the spot.

Yu Qingjia kept smiling, but gave Murong Yan a hard look: "I want to compose a piano piece that no one can play, so I think with all my heart and speak flawlessly, what's wrong?"

A tune that no one can play? Murong Yan finally took a look at the piece of paper in front of Yu Qingjia, he read two lines, and hooked the corners of his mouth inexplicably: "Pretending to be smart."

Yu Qingjia thought that Murong Yan was talking about her piano score. Although Yu Qingjia also knew that her thoughts were arrogant, but she understood that once Murong Yan said it, Yu Qingjia would not be convinced. She glared at the other party and snorted softly, "Who are you underestimating? Let's wait and see."

The northern and southern dynasties were full of melodies, and the famous families all regarded their proficiency in music and wanton arrogance as romantic. However, due to frequent political changes in the northern dynasties, Hu people's instruments such as pipa and Hujia were integrated into the Central Plains. The melody of the northern dynasties was even more beautiful than that of the south. At this time, talking about state affairs, helping the world and saving the people is low class. Aristocratic families do not regard musical instruments as lowly, but can appreciate the rhythm, and even master musical instruments themselves, which is the celebrity demeanor respected by the world.

Only the old-fashioned Li Shi who regards the three obediences and four virtues as a dogma will look down on the rhythm, thinking that only low-level singers can play to entertain people, and decent women should stay out of the door and teach their children and others. humble. No one dares to say that this kind of idea of ​​walking female virtue is wrong, but today's ladies of the family are pampered and have a detached status, and some people even dare to support male pets before they leave the cabinet. Li's idea is put in front of them. The jocks wouldn't say anything in person, and they might scoff as soon as they turned around.

Mrs. Yu has been looked down upon by Mrs. Li before, one of which is that Mrs. Yu personally accompanied Yu Wenjun to travel around the mountains and rivers, playing music to make peace. In Li's view, this kind of behavior is simply self-willed and humble. The most important thing for a wife is virtue, and only concubines serve others with sex.

Mrs. Li looks down on Mrs. Yu, and Mrs. Yu also despises Mrs. Li. When Yu Qingjia was young, Mrs. Yu once jokingly said that Mrs. Li regarded ignorance as noble, and looked down on others even though she knew nothing about herself.

Mrs. Yu dismissed Mr. Li's Confucian ideas. She taught Yu Qingjia the rhythm, piano and chess since she was a child. Yu Qingjia's parents are both masters of music, Yu Wenjun is a contemporary celebrity, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Yu's is also proficient in music theory, good at singing and dancing. With such a pair of parents, Yu Qingjia's talent is not weak, coupled with her parents' precepts and deeds, her piano skills are also very good.

Yu Qingjia was looked down upon by others, she glared at Murong Yan, and became more and more determined to get ready to slap someone in the face. To compose a piece of music that no one can play, it is undoubtedly extremely arrogant to dare to play such a piece. Yu Qingjia wrote a piece and tested it on the piano himself.

With a mother like Li Shi, Yu Qingya's music theory ability is also mediocre. Didn't Yu Qingya want to steal her score, so Yu Qingjia tailored an extremely awkward and obscure score for her. If you want to steal something, you have to see if you can digest it.

Yu Qingjia was writing while trying, but she withdrew her hand and was about to take down the score when she heard Murong Yan say: "The seventh note is wrong."

Yu Qingjia froze for a moment, obviously not convinced: "No one is more familiar with the tune I made up myself, how do you know I'm wrong?"

"The first time you pressed the lower Huiyin, and the second time you slid to the lower feather. Although it wasn't very clever at first, it's still better than the first version."

Murong Yan usually dislikes her for being stupid, Yu Qingjia endured it, but it is absolutely unacceptable to question her musical ability. Yu Qingjia gritted her teeth, wanted to hit someone but couldn't, she wrote down two lines of handwriting, and threw it in front of Murong Yan angrily: "You speak nicely, then come here."

The fingerings in this piece of handwriting conflicted with each other, and several times the leap was huge. Yu Qingjia didn't even think about playing it. She just wanted to make things difficult for others. But Murong Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at Yu Qingjia with disdain. He sat down at the piano table and started playing without any practice.

Music talent is as inherited as neuropathy. The members of the Murong family are not bad in appearance, and they are also prone to neuropathy, but their talent in rhythm is also top-notch. Don't look at the current emperor's absurdity and stupidity, but the emperor's pipa and guqin are played very well. When the court held a banquet, the emperor thought the musicians were clumsy, and would even take the pipa and play it himself. The rest of the Murong family's kings are also proficient in temperament, and there are many people who can play multiple musical instruments. And Murong Yan is even better than his uncles and parents.

A piece of music that is deliberately difficult and tricky, under Murong Yan's hands, it is as well-behaved as a domestic cat. Even because of the strange changes in fingering, it revealed a unique strange beauty.

Yu Qingjia knew before that Murong Yan was talented in rhythm, but she was surprised that his talent was so outstanding. Yu Qingjia's competitive spirit was completely aroused, and before the last scattered sound dissipated, she reached out and pressed the strings. Such behavior is of course very provocative to the musicians. Yu Qingjia looked directly into Murong Yan's eyes and said, "Do you dare to compete? Each of us write a piece of music, and those who can't play it will admit defeat."

Murong Yan looked into Yu Qingjia's eyes, and smiled after a while: "Okay."

The two of them are young and energetic, and they are both talented in rhythm, and they are more or less conceited. Now the two are trying to show off their skills, the scores they write are getting more and more difficult, and the **** changes are getting faster and faster. Two people write it together, and then hand it over to the other person to play. If the other person is not stumped, then the right to write the title will be exchanged to this person. This goes on and on until someone plays the wrong syllable or presses the wrong string.

In the end, the sound of the piano became more and more intense, almost aggressive and murderous. Yinzhu came in to change the hot water, she stood at the door for a while, then went out with the water silently.

Yinzhu felt the deep malice in the world, and she thought that although she was slow to react, she could always make up for it by spending more time. But when she saw Miss and Jing Ji playing the piano, Yinzhu suddenly became uncertain.

In such a world, I'm afraid she would not be able to get a glimpse of it in her entire life, right? Yin Zhu inexplicably felt a sense of envy. Sixth Miss and Jing Ji were both beautiful, and they usually matched each other very well when they sat together, but now the two of them enjoyed meeting each other, and they became more and more separated from others by a barrier. Yinzhu even felt that no one could get in the world of Miss Six and Jing Huan.

Yin Zhu sighed and poured new tea, Yin Ping saw Yin Zhu came back, and asked casually: "You are shaking your head again, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking of Liu Niangzi and Jing Ji." Yinzhu poured the cold water into the flowerbed, then turned to look at the hot water on the stove. She scooped up water and said, "Listen to the sound of the music now, it's the lady and Jingji who are writing questions to each other. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that anyone could write it now. I am afraid that both the lady and Jingji Was it born by a god?"

Yin Ping didn't respond to Yin Zhu's emotion, her eyes slowly rolled around: "Write now and play now?"

Miss Six said that her music scores were kept by other maids, whether she could keep them or not is up for debate. Could it be that the piano score explained by the fourth lady...

That night, as Yu Qingya flipped through the things in her hands, her brows became more and more wrinkled.

She asked the system suspiciously: "System, is this Chang Hongqu?"

The system scanned the things in Yu Qingya's hand, searched for a long time, and replied: "This is an ancient script, not a music score that is common in later generations. There is no relevant database, so it cannot be recognized."

"Then you don't have a ready-made Changhong song audio?"

"In our era, many traditional cultures have been lost. Because of its long history and complicated techniques, Changhong's music is extremely difficult among guqin songs. When it enters the interstellar era, it will have long since become a masterpiece."

Yu Qingya sighed in disappointment. She originally wanted the system to display the finished audio, so she practiced accordingly. Now it seems that she can only decipher the script by herself. Yu Qingya asked the maid to prepare the guqin. She was full of confidence before she started, but she only played less than a line. Yu Qingya almost suspected that Yin Ping used it to deceive her: "Is this really the piano score?"

In just one line, Yu Qingya stuttered and her hands were about to cramp. When she saw the densely packed script behind her, she couldn't help but her eyes went dark.