The hall of the pavilion is actually not large, only the size of a room. Behind a row of wooden cases, the eight judges sat at the back of the desks with numb expressions, staring at the woman who came in through the hall door. There were eight tables in the small hall, and eight people were seated, and they suddenly looked cramped.

They are all judges of this competition, and they come from all over the big week. Some are world-famous musicians, some are literary heroes, some are Danqing saints, and some are connoisseurs of dance skills. In short, they are all recognized as experts in a certain aspect. According to the rules of previous Oiran competitions, the number of judges must reach 13. These eight are not natives of Hangzhou, while the other five are required to participate in the counterinsurgency in the final, which is also for the sake of fairness in the preliminary round. After all, the preliminary round is held in private, and fairness is particularly important. And the final competition is judged in front of everyone, and the pressure of public opinion will also make those who intend to favoritism dare not make mistakes. However, if the judges of the Oiran Contest are excessively biased and favoritistic in their judgments, their reputation will also be ruined. Whether it is in the arrangement of the competition system or the pressure of the consequences, it can basically ensure fairness and justice.

"Self-report." An old man in a gray robe sitting in the middle spoke to the woman who came in with a pipa in her arms.

His name is Yuan Xiandao, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and one of the leading figures in the literary world of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He was invited to Hangzhou to serve as the chief judge of the Oiran Competition.

"Xie Yingying, a slave, is from Hangzhou Moon Tower." Xie Yingying bowed and saluted.

"Look at you like this, do you want to play a pipa and sing a piece of music?"

"Yes, the slave family played and sang a new song by himself, and this new word was composed by the slave family himself. A few gentlemen have an axe in front of the class, please forgive me! Xie Yingying said softly.

"Oh? Words written by yourself? Can't you invite a famous person who can write words? Yuan Xiandao stroked his beard and frowned. Yuan Xiandao is very dissatisfied with women's lyrics, and there are many women in Da Zhou who like to dance and write ink, but the words written are not desirable except for fragrant, which is what Yuan Xiandao criticized. As soon as Yuan Xiandao heard Xie Yingying say that he composed lyrics, he first felt disgust in his heart.

"Indeed, as Mr. said, this building failed to invite a suitable person to write the lyrics, so the slave family wrote the lyrics themselves." Xie Yingying said.

"Hmph. My Great Zhou Dynasty has a prosperous literary style, governing the country with literature, and the most important thing in the world is talented and learned, do you mean, these people are all dead? Yuan Xiandao frowned.

Several old men on the side covered their mouths and laughed, this Yuan scholar seemed to be about to get angry, in the afternoon for half an hour, only one of the more than ten Qinglou women was still decent, and sang a decent new song. The rest are all dressed up in grease and powder, but when they open their mouths, they either have a bad voice or bad lyrics, and the dancing one twists his foot, which is simply miserable. After driving out a woman who threw flattering eyes at everyone and spoke coquettishly just now, Scholar Yuan was already a little angry. The woman had hit the muzzle of the gun.

Xie Yingying was a little overwhelmed by Yuan Xiandao's words, thought about it and pursed her lips and said: "Although there are many talented people, there are not many words that can enter my eyes. The slaves thought that they could write better words than theirs, so they wrote their own lyrics. ”

"Ho, that's a big breath. It's the first time I've seen someone with such a big breath. In that case, sing a song. But there is one sentence that I am not satisfied with, and you will not be able to enter the final tomorrow night. Yuan Xiandao said coldly.

Xie Yingying was speechless, and she didn't know how to offend this old gentleman, how did she touch his moldy head? I can't help but feel a little worried. even suspected that someone was secretly playing the game, that is, he would not be able to enter the finals.

"The slave family is ugly." Xie Yingying sighed secretly, bowed to everyone again, sat on the spring stool, the pipa was obliquely held in her arms, the blue fingers turned lightly, and the pipa made a tinkling and ding dong sound of turning the strings.

Tang Yu, the great musician on the seat, nodded slightly, from Xie Yingying's techniques and movements, it can be seen that he is skilled in the pipa. The five-finger rotation is the most complicated, but it is also the easiest to get by. Because of the sound of the number strings, it is often difficult for the layman to distinguish the sound of each note. In Tang Yu's ears, the sound of rotation emitted by the pipa in Xie Yingying's hand was clear, without obscurity or ambiguity, this was the skill of a master.

The pipa sound is like flowing water, and after turning a few tunes, it enters the chord, Xie Yingying lightly opened her lips and sang slowly: "The red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn." Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. ”

In the curling singing, Yuan Xiandao's brows furrowed. Sure enough, the woman's words were big, but they were exaggerated. The opening two sentences are mediocre. If it weren't for the fact that she was a woman, it would be difficult to write a sentence that rhymed and balanced, and if it was a man sitting opposite, Yuan Xiandao would immediately sentence him to death.

"Whoever sends the brocade book in the clouds, when the goose word returns, the moon is full in the West Building." Xie Yingying sang.

These two sentences...... It's kind of interesting. But...... It can only be regarded as qualified, not too good. Yuan Xiandao thought in his heart, his brows had unconsciously stretched.

"Flowers float by themselves, and water flows by themselves."

"One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart. ……”

Xie Yingying's gentle singing voice is as light as a weight, tactfully straight up to the sky but not harsh, but when it hovers low, it seems to echo in the deep valley, when it is full of charm, and the aftersound is lingering. After a song, Xie Yingying got up and saluted and stood with her head down.

Yuan Xiandao was originally sitting, but he had already stood up at this moment. Originally, his expression was disdainful, but at this moment he was staring at the woman opposite with his eyes wide and stunned.

Art is the same, although not all of the people in the audience are proficient in music and poetry, but Danqing holy hand dance skills may not know how to appreciate, this woman sings well, the words are also written well, but can be heard and felt. And they were amazed in their hearts.

It's just that the chief present is Yuan Xiandao, before he expressed his opinion, everyone was not easy to speak, but Yuan Xiandao was stunned on the spot and did not speak for a long time.

"Scholar Yuan? Scholar Yuan? Someone reminded in a low voice: "She has finished singing, what does Scholar Yuan think?" ”

"Uh-oh." Yuan Xiandao woke up, took a long breath, and said to Xie Yingying: "This is really the words you wrote?" ”

Although Xie Yingying was a little ashamed, she could only act according to the plan so far.

"Naturally, it was made by slaves."

"Good! Brilliant words. Ladies and gentlemen, this first cut plum is a wonderful product. What is sorrow, what is lovesickness? Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, said, 'Cutting and untidying is a mess, not a taste in the heart', this one went further, and as soon as the sorrow disappeared, he frowned slightly, and he frowned. And push yourself to save others, the so-called lovesickness two sorrows, lovesickness is the common sorrow of both sides, the two miss each other, this is the taste of lovesickness. Wonderful, wonderful. Such brushstrokes are delicate and graceful, and thinking about it really has a sense of ecstasy. I shouldn't have asked what I said just now, how can a man make such delicacy in this kind of subtlety? Naturally, it was a woman's mind. ”

Yuan Xiandao's analysis was the head of the Dao, and his eyes were full of praise.

Everyone on the side rolled their eyes, you didn't say that just now, and in a blink of an eye, it became like this. This also shows from the side that Yuan Xiandao is actually a person with no scheming, and his character is as fickle and sincere as a child.

"By the way, what do you think, the old man is sure to have passed it here. Mr. Tang, you are a master in music and singing, the words are wonderful words, and you need to tell how you sing. Yuan Xiandao smiled at Tang Yudao.

Tang Yu smiled slightly and said, "In the old decay here, there is only one word: pass!" Miss Yingying's singing skills and pipa are very exquisite, although she is not as good as Gu Panpan of the Qunfang Pavilion, but Gu Panpan sings the words of Sima Qingshan, and this Yingying girl sings her own words, which can be matched by the mountain. Haha, before that, Scholar Yuan also complained that there was no suspense and no good seedlings at this Oiran Conference. Does Scholar Yuan still see it that way? ”

"Hahaha, the old man doesn't see it that way now. sings well, plays well, and is a talented girl, which looks good now. Wanhualou, Qunfang Pavilion, and Wangyue Tower, these three can compete. I didn't succeed in the previous years, which ruined our mood, but it turned out to be a foreshadowing, and the surprise was hidden behind. So, guys, what do you think? Yuan Xiandao was in a good mood and asked with a smile.

What opinions do everyone have, in fact, these eight people are here to judge the shortlisted candidates, and not all eight people have to give their opinions. There is a specialization in the art industry, and the opinions of the corresponding judges are dominated by what kind of talents the women who come in to perform. Not to mention that under the circumstance that the chief judge Yuan Xiandao all expressed his approval, others naturally had no reason to disagree, and they actually did not have different opinions. The impression of the top brand of Mochizuki Tower was actually very good from the beginning. The beautiful and refined dress is not like the previous people who rub their heads with heavy makeup and scratch their heads, their looks and figures are superior, and their talents can be called talented women, how else can they be instructed?

At the moment, the eight people unanimously passed, and Xie Yingying won a place in the final tomorrow night.

Xie Yingying received the joint letter proving that she was shortlisted, and she couldn't help but be overjoyed. In fact, the biggest help today is this song, if skills such as singing and pipa do not have this good word as the foundation, then it is rootless. My own music score is not very good, and I know these problems. If it weren't for Lin Gongzi's words being approved by the chief judge Yuan Daxue, the matter would still be difficult to say.

When he withdrew, Yuan Xiandao also deliberately said to Xie Yingying: "Can this poem be allowed to be recited by the old man?" It will also give you a reputation. Even if they are taken to the Hanlin Academy, some people are afraid that they will die of shame. ”

Xie Yingying naturally couldn't ask for it, so she thanked and agreed.

Yuan Xiandao said again: "I hope I can see your good words again in the final tomorrow night." I'm afraid you came up with your best words in order to enter the finals today, and the old man is worried that your performance tomorrow night will not be as good as today. ”

Xie Yingying smiled and said: "Sir, rest assured, the slave family has its own arrangements for tomorrow night, and it will not disappoint Mr." ”

Yuan Xiandao was overjoyed when he heard this, so he waved his hand and let Xie Yingying leave.

In the evening, the news that Xie Yingying successfully entered the finals reached Lin Jue's small courtyard, where Lin Juezheng, Fang Huanqiu and Lu Wu were eating sugar cakes around the small table. Hearing the news, Lu Wu and Fang Huanqiu were overjoyed, but Lin Jue didn't even raise his head, taking a big bite of the sugar cake and munching on his cheeks.