Chapter 69: Poetry and piano art 4

It doesn't matter if Qingcheng falls. Anyway, he didn't use his real name, and then he said: "Qinghuang." The calm and unwavering tone did not show arrogance because of winning, which made everyone feel good.
Su Xin was also overjoyed, and said, "The winner of the first item, Mr. Huanghuang. Next, I will start the second item: piano, which is the piano art. Anyone who is proficient in the piano art can play on stage. Qu, finally choose the winner. So now it's time to start." After speaking, Su Xin glanced inadvertently at the location of the second-floor box.
In the center of the stage, there was a guzheng, and a man in white flew onto the stage before landing on the piano.
Leaning towards the audience, he bowed to the audience and said, "I will show you your ugliness first, Li Hua." Then he sat in front of the piano and started playing.
"...Zheng..." The strings flicked, and the melodious piano sound played. The people in the court listened carefully, and occasionally someone nodded.
The last note falls and ends. The man named Li Hua got up to give a salute and flew back down the court.
Then there were others who tried it out, some of them were praised for their performances, and some were not satisfactory. Until no one came to the stage on the first floor, everyone began to look forward to the ones upstairs, but they were no longer expected.
A person came out of Dongfang Moyu's private room on the third floor. It was not Yu Wang but Ouyang Hongming. He flew onto the stage and looked at Su Xin, with an elegant smile on his face, and nodded to her. A trace of possession flashed in his eyes.
Su Xin responded with a polite smile, but if you look at it carefully, you can see that there is no smile in her eyes. Ouyang Hongming thought that he walked up to the piano and took a seat. Before raising his hand, his eyes showed a trace of contempt. He looked at Qingcheng on the second floor like a provocation.
Qingcheng also saw it, but didn't care much. To her, it's just like a jumping clown.
Dongfang Haochen watched the action of the person on the stage, tapped the table with his hand, and said to the dark night: "This person is a bit familiar, do you know who he is?" He is not in Weicheng all year round, so he doesn't touch these so-called officials. Miss family son. What's more, he doesn't even bother to touch.
Dark night replied respectfully: "This person is the son of Prime Minister Zuo, Ouyang Hongming. This year, in his twenties, there is also a younger sister, Ouyang Qianqian. Recently, both of his brothers and sisters approached King Yu."
"Oh? Prime Minister Zuo? Yu Wang? Well, I know." Bing's eyes were deep, and no one knew what Dongfang Haochen was thinking.
"...Zheng...zheng..." Ouyang Hongming flicked the strings with his fingers, his facial expressions began to be serious. I have to say that he has a refined air at this time.
Listening to the melodious and melodious tunes he played, Qingcheng praised him: "The temperament is not good, and the piano skill is not bad."
Qi Sheng didn't know much about piano, but they just thought it sounded pretty good.
Dongfang Haochen grinned again when he heard it, "Little guy, you don't have any maroon praise."
... Zheng... the sound falls. There was applause in the hall, and Ouyang Hongming smiled and arched his hands, but looked modest and polite.
However, he did not leave directly, but looked at Su Xin again: "Girl Su Xin, at the bottom left, the grandson of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ouyang Hongming. I hope the girl will remember it."
Su Xin returned a gift: "The son is polite, and Su Xin is just a girl from Lefang. It is a blessing to be able to meet the son. Su Xin hopes that the son will be the first place~" The words were polite and smiled.
But Ouyang Hongming didn't understand the meaning of the words. The expression on his face did not change for a while, but the expression in his eyes was unclear.