The judges of the Imperial Academy did not expect that the first stop of the Bauhinia tour, the Marshal and the Dean of the Imperial Academy came. In addition, the two commanders of the legions gave them too much face.
However, the Marshal Dingbei knew that the marshal came to support him this time just to tell others that the empire attaches importance to Jiang Xingchen. The Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe has arrived in your country. If something happens, you can consider it.
Several judges respectfully surrounded Feng Xuanzhang, whispering to explain the past few days and Jiang Xingchen's creation of new instruments.
Feng Xuanzhang nodded slightly, but frowned slightly. When several judges finished speaking, he asked in a deep voice: "What new song has Zijing compiled this time?"
"This... Dean, I can't describe it, but the beginning is still focused on fighting..." A judge bowed and replied.
"Or battle?" Before the judge finished speaking, Feng Xuanzhang frowned even more: "Don't he know that people in the Yueying Kingdom like to listen to love dance music!"
The marshal smiled and said, "The instruments change, and the dance music will change accordingly! Before the drum was invented last year, all dance music in the Empire was mainly about showing the beauty of women! In the end, what happened now has become a passionate and free style of music!"
"Marson, that's in the empire! Our singing and dancing are not as good as the number of singing and dancing troupes and lecturers at the Imperial Academy, they are far from each other, so Bauhinia can drive a trend with a few songs! But the Moon Shadow Kingdom is different, their dancing skills are very high, and the people prefer the theme of love..."
"Okay!" The marshal was overwhelmed with anger and quickly waved his hand: "I don't understand what you said to me. But I know that I'll get tired of listening to it for a long time. Changing the taste may not be really unwelcome to people! Don't forget that music does not distinguish between national boundaries!"
"Oh! Don't you not understand dance music? How could you say such a sentence!" Feng Xuanzhang was extremely surprised.
Seeing this, the marshal couldn't help but laugh. Just as he was about to say a few more words, Feng Xuanzhang spoke: "Your point of view is not wrong, but don't forget that the Tianxiang Song and Dance Troupe of Xuanyuan Tianzong is also there. Even if they like Jiang Xingchen's performance, out of inner self-protection, they will tend to describe their love works!"
The marshal was speechless by Feng Xuanzhang. He didn't understand music. He just said that, but when he was performing the New Year singing and dancing, Mr. Tang was so proud that he recorded it.
"Do not care whether they are biased or not. If they don't like to listen, just forget it, just let's just love to listen..." said the marshal impatiently.
Tang Chuxue turned his head and whispered: "Marson, Jiang Xingchen cannot lose this time! I told me that his sister's old illness relapses, and only by practicing the martial arts of the Moon Shadow Kingdom... I guess Jiang Xingchen insists on a tour in the Moon Shadow Kingdom this time, which must be related to this!"
"Oh?" Marshal and Feng Xuanzhang were both stunned. They were wondering why this kid was going abroad for a tour. Now, when Tang Chuxue heard it, he realized it.
However, Feng Xuanzhang was still confused: "He can arrange his sister to the academy of the Yueying Kingdom with one performance. It's unlikely!"
"No one knows what method he uses, so he didn't tell anyone!" Tang Chuxue said.
This answer immediately aroused the curiosity of the Marshal and Feng Xuanzhang.
Immediately, Feng Xuanzhang said: "Chuxue is right. No matter what method he uses, he must succeed in the performance of the Yueying Kingdom... So, he definitely can't arrange such a song..."
Tang Chuxue smiled and said, "Dean, you don't need to worry about this. If Jiang Xingchen can't even handle this, he will not be Jiang Xingchen!"
"That's true!" Feng Xuanzhang, Marshal, Wu Tianfeng, and Dingbei Hou almost spoke in unison.
However, when this sentence was said, the few people were stunned. When did Jiang Xingchen be able to do anything in their hearts?
Feng Xuanzhang shook his head. Just as he was about to open his mouth and talk, the scene suddenly calmed down and the noise disappeared instantly. Then, the melodious guzheng ding dong sounded.
"Swish~" A huge scroll hangs down from above the stage. On the scroll, a calm river flows straight to the distance. Near the shore, a small boat is moored, and there are lights on the boat warehouse.
"Bauhinia's usual stage background design is the Smiling and Proud Wanderer!"
"Absolutely not. This is a brand new song, and if it is a Smiling, Proud Wanderer, it should be a curse of Qingxin. In addition, the ship painted the interior, but this is the whole!"
"It's strange, why didn't the Bauhinia Song and Dance Team appear on stage? Are they all playing in the background?"
"Stop talking, listen carefully!"
After a few whispers in the field, the calm immediately returned to his mind.
The sound of the guzheng spread throughout the audience, giving people a feeling of extreme tranquility. Looking at the scroll, it was like a lying in a cabin, swaying gently with the river.
After the scroll, Mei'er abandoned her concentration and tried to suppress her inner excitement and excitement. She didn't expect her brother to let her start the show! Fortunately, she had been practicing hard for a long time in the fishing boat, otherwise she wouldn't know if she would play it wrong.
The slender fingers plucked the zither strings, and the calm music made her calmer and play more and more stable...
In the box on the second floor, Feng Xuanzhang was a little surprised. Didn’t he say that he was showing the war? Why did he sound so calm and seemed to make people sleep peacefully?
I turned my head to look at the judges, but found that they were shaking their heads at them. These days they were busy recruiting students and making suona. They were not very clear about how Jiang Xingchen and Wanrou changed the tracks, they only knew that the previous one was war.
Feng Xuanzhang looked around again and saw the Marshal, Tang Chuxue, Wu Tianfeng, Dingbei Hou and others all closed their eyes slightly, quietly admiring, looking intoxicated.
The music continued, but it accelerated the rhythm bit by bit, just like dawn approaching, wind blew the waves and beat the fishing boats on the shore.
The rhythm is getting faster and faster, just like the waves are getting stronger and stronger, and the wind is getting faster. In the end, the rhythm has become one.
At this time, the sound of the guzheng suddenly came, as if the sky suddenly brightened, and people suddenly woke up from the calm.
"Swish~" Another scroll fell down, completely covering the small boat in the river. This is a picture of wheat fields. In the endless fields, the wheat has become golden, and many farmers are smiling and preparing for the autumn harvest.
The music started again, but it was replaced by a flute, playing a loud and cheerful tune, showing the joy of harvest to the fullest.
After the scroll, Jiang Xingchen looked at Wanrou, who was playing with a smile on his face, showing a hint of envy. This flute song that shows the joy of harvest was completely created by Wanrou himself. He did not learn music in his previous life, and had listened to popular songs and famous ancient songs, but he could not remember anything about this kind of song that shows the joy of harvest.
Therefore, he urged Wanrou to compose himself, making full use of the crisp and melodious tone of the flute to show the joy of autumn harvest.
Wanrou really lived up to expectations and successfully compiled such a song that was not long but very consistent with the theme.
However, the audience in the audience, along with the VIPs on the second floor, were a little dizzy. Although both songs were very nice and expressed peace and joy well, they did not know what the Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe was going to perform. They neither sang nor had a complete song, and even Jiang Xingchen and Wanrou did not appear on the stage.
"This performance is out of standard. The two songs are good, but they don't feel as good as the Smiling Proud Wanderer!"
"The Smiling and Proud Wanderer is a classic, and it is not so easy to write it out!"
"That's right, such a classic, a song and dance troupe will never be able to produce a song in his entire life!"
"Okay, the two songs just now are also very good, at least they are brand new tracks!"
However, the audience in the discussion did not notice that after these two short songs, a picture of life that was sunrise and sunset, resting in peace and contentment had been imprinted into their minds.
Suddenly, a sharp and high-pitched sound completely suppressed the sound of the flute. This was a sound that all the audience had never heard before. Even the judges who made the suona with Jiang Xingchen in the box on the second floor were shocked by the sound.
In their feeling, it was as if a knife stabbed at them. The peaceful atmosphere just now was torn to pieces, and a strong sense of crisis arose leisurely.
The venue suddenly became quiet, and all the audience was so shocked that they closed their breath, and their hearts couldn't help but hold them tightly.
On the stage, the scrolls changed again, but this time it was no longer one, but three. On both sides, and behind the stage, the three scrolls formed a semicircle.
The moment Tang Chuxue on the second floor saw this scroll, his body suddenly leaned forward and his eyes narrowed. She was so familiar with the scene on the painting that it was the base of their First Legion. And on both sides were two mountainous areas.
In front of the scroll, the enemy's flags could be seen faintly in the distance, and behind the canyon to the right was a heavy armored knight like dark clouds.
"This is..." Tang Chuxue now understood a little, what was going on with the war that the Bauhinia Song and Dance Troupe was doing.
Wu Tianfeng, Marshal, and Dingbei Hou couldn't help but hold their breath, and they also understood what was going on. Although they knew that the battle had been won, the sudden change of Xianghe still made them nervous.
Behind the curtain, Jiang Xingchen held a suona in his hand. The sound he played just now was the sound of the factory manager taking a large group of people in the movie New Longmen Inn. He also practiced for a long time before he met the tune in his memory.
Immediately afterwards, a series of dense drums sounded, like a continuous stream of thunder, interpreting the crisis just now even deeper. The feeling of dark clouds pressing down on everyone felt a little breathless. Even the senior executives of the imperial chamber on the second floor were completely brought into the atmosphere created by the musical instruments.
"Bo, boring, boring..." From slow to fast, the continuous sound of plucking sounds sounded, this time it was: ambush on ten sides!