Good luck of rebirth

Chapter 481: A Marriage from an Official (1)
He also wanted to stand up, to rescue her, to walk towards her openly, to ask the reason, and to ask if she was injured, but he couldn't, and he didn't dare, not because he didn't have the guts, but because he was afraid of that little girl. She refuses to see him again in the future: that day, when she was just practicing archery, she was a little emotional, so she refused to be alone with him, and has been avoiding him these days. Not to be seen by her anymore.

Seeing her being tender and gentle to another man, he felt stuffy in his heart.

Dr. He looked at Jinhao, who was staring down at the destroyed lyre in his hand, and seemed to be in a daze, with a real smile on his face: She wanted to see how Mo Jinhao could complete the task without the lyre, as long as With her here, Mo Jin would never want to win the championship.

Seeing that Jin Hao didn't leave the arena with Jin Hanlin, the director knew that she still wanted to continue, and without thinking too much, amidst the discussion among the crowd, he said slowly: "The competition continues, all students hurry up."

The field fell silent immediately, and the other students were busy preparing for their music competitions, leaving Jin Hao staring at the lyre with a broken string in a daze.

It is indeed unfair to Jinhao alone to continue the competition, but if he does not continue the competition, it will be unfair to the other students. The minority obeys the majority. This is how accidents are handled in Jiuyi competitions throughout the history, so the decision of the director has never been affected. Anyone's objection, including Jin Hao who has always been silent.

Jin Hao has been quietly looking at the lyre with broken strings. Even after suffering such a blow, her eyes are still clear and clean, like clear water, able to see people's shadows.

After the music competition continued, the eyes of the onlookers never left the girl staring at the strings in a daze... In fact, her singing just now was so beautiful that everyone was itching to know the lyrics and tunes below.

Jin Hao, however, turned a deaf ear to and turned a blind eye to the eyes of hundreds of people, to the whispers around her, to the expectations and regrets in the eyes of everyone, and all her attention and thoughts were on the broken lyre. .

Suddenly, Jin Hao's eyes lit up, and she raised her head in the mottled shadow of the sun, showing a shallow smile. The sunlight coated her fair and tender face with a light and touching rouge, and the breeze blew Her hair is like a cloud, her whole body is exquisite and elegant, her clear eyes complete the arc of the crescent moon, and the smile of the lotus leaf is so beautiful but charming.

She looked carefully at the inkstone filled with ink, moved her wrist, pulled out the gold hairpin on her head, and knocked it on the inkstone, making several jingling sounds, as clear as jade and as cold as glass: "It's okay, barely." can be used.

Holding the hairpin in the left hand, playing the piano with the right hand, and striking the inkstone with the hairpin to replace the broken strings.

For a while, the sound stopped, people became quiet, and the wind seemed to stop.

Looking forward to the return of spring, watching the return of spring, the embankment walks as the willows hang down, and the beautiful warbler flies on the willows.

What to gather, what to scatter, silkworms, wax torch ashes, lovesickness knows who.

The garden is full of red and green, the spring is shallow and the depth of spring is better than last year, and the flowers are full of joy.

Roll up the curtain, put the curtain down, see all the bonuses and add hatred, what is the reason for worrying.

Before the flowers are drunk, before the flowers wake up, who will serve the wine cup and Yao, and lead in the dream of lovesickness.

The clothes are getting wider, the belt is getting wider, and the tears are not dry day after day, who will add to the haggard.

Residual candles, remnants of tears, stains of weeping stains on Luo shirts, coldness in small windows.

Thinking is like smoke, hatred is like smoke, for whom is the jade belt and green clothes wide, and the days are like years.

The elm money is floating, and the elm money is falling. If you want to buy Jiangnanchun to live in trouble, you will be disabled in the chaotic red court.

Qiao Yanran, Xiao Yanran, no one lifts the emerald curtain who holds the beautiful woman's soul and dream.

The peach blossoms are broken, the pear blossoms are broken, and the flowers are buried with a jade hoe in your hand. Who will pity the pink?
Leaning on the empty railing, standing on the empty railing, worrying over the railing and hating the garden, who will add sorrow and hatred?
Poems are put into notes, words are put into notes, all beautiful women complain about guests, and deeds make tears.

The words are cold, the sentences are cold, and the guest is not returned every year, leaving only regrets.

The woman's crisp voice, accompanied by the grace of the lyre, and the deep sound of the nobile hitting the inkstone, gradually developed into a beautiful melody.

That sound is different from the clarity of the qin, the melodiousness of the flute, the etherealness of the flute, and the toweringness of the pipa... Although it is complex, it has its own charm, like pure wind, pure snow, seemingly There is, but there is no, like light, like electricity, making people unpredictable.

The singing came from nine heavens, seeming far away, but the music suddenly turned into a rush like a mountain and flowing water. Everyone's mind lost its direction in the utter clarity, followed, sang a cappella, danced, and indulged.

While everyone was mesmerized, the singing and the piano sound suddenly became low, and gradually became invisible, dispersed in the air, and the flying fingers gradually stopped.

Silence, deathly silence.

After a long time, the director came back to his senses, looked at the incense sticks that were about to be extinguished, and looked around at the stunned students who were obsessed with vocal music and ignored their own competitions. Throat, raised his voice: "It's time!"

As soon as the words fell, the students in the field looked at each other: I even forgot that I was still competing.

Le Yi's result is self-evident: Jin Hao is the only one who completes the task, and the position of leader naturally falls into her pocket.

Dr. Xie said clearly in his thick and vicissitudes of life voice: "Music art competition, the final winner... Mo Jinhao!"

There was silence all around at first, and then "papa..." The applause was like thunder, and the four directions were full of joy.

Jin Hao won the position of the leader of Le Yi, and all the following art competitions were directly abandoned. For her, it was just for the opportunity to meet the Queen Mother. For the rest, according to what the Queen Mother said that day, her Bian will handle it by himself.

Of course, Jinhao also understands very well that this Nine Arts Competition is also a test for her by the Queen Mother. As long as she passes this test, the Queen Mother will make arrangements for the rest of the matter. Although I feel sorry for the other eight students who won the leadership, However, this is not something she cares about. Besides, even if she can't be named a female officer because of this, it is a beautiful thing to be famous far and wide.

Sure enough, Zhu Danfeng got the archery leader as he wished, and Wu Tingfang also won the piano skill. None of the three failed, but to Jin's surprise, the chess leader this time was Ning Ruoqiu who hadn't seen him for a long time.

The other four people, although they looked good, Jin Hao couldn't call out their names for a while.

When being summoned by the palace, Ning Ruoqiu opened her mouth when she saw Jinhao, as if she had endless things to say to Jinhao, but seeing Jinhao's indifferent expression, her face froze, and all the words were on the tip of her tongue .

Jin Hao nodded indifferently, and was as polite and polite as others... The hurt of a friend is always unforgettable. She has never been a magnanimous person.

Ning Ruoqiu saw such a cold and alienated expression, felt pain in her heart, felt regretful and ashamed, at this moment, she no longer had the confidence of that day, and finally realized that what she had betrayed wasn't just Jinhao's trust. , and the sincere friendship between them.

(End of this chapter)