When she finally packed up, the morning light outside had turned into golden color and fell between the world.

Just as she was about to go out, she suddenly heard a noise downstairs and stopped.

The music subjects in today's competition are the same as rituals, and rituals need to be matched. However, now music is more of a gentleman's skills to cultivate one's own character. This time, the gentleman sets four music subjects, including music, chess, singing and dancing.

Groups of young people with high spirits appeared in the house, holding many musical instruments in their hands, walking together, walking towards the square of the competition, making jokes with each other,

"Calculate the time, it's about to start..."

"What are you comparing today?"

"Play the piano...I really don't know how to play chess..."

"Then you are too inferior. You dare to attend the bride recruitment conference like this? How can you be worthy of the princess?"

"Go, are you worthy of marrying a princess? Who dares to think about it?... I'm content with her at first glance, can't it?"

"Okay! Just think I'm missing a competitor!"

Over there, Tuoba Kui was dressed in red, and was full of energy. He went downstairs with a guqin carrying a hanging flute fans at his waist...

He has to participate in all four items. Since he has competed, he must crush everyone in every aspect.

But when he went out, he saw Qin Xuanling with empty hands.

"Does the prince think it's inevitable?"

Tuoba Kui smiled and walked downstairs slowly, his tone was full of sarcasm, "Why, do you think you have my sister's blue eyes? You don't even want to do superficial skills?"

Qin Xuanling looked at him strangely, "No, I participated in all four items." He glanced at Tuoba Kui, "The Ministry of Rites such as musical instruments are ready, just use any one."

What does it mean... Just use any one? Isn't this kind of competition using your own instrument? In today's competition, how many people carry the best piano tools? Is Qin Xuanling so arrogant?

As he was talking, the young people from Dazhou over there were also rushing out, with guqins on their backs, and they were all graceful... The leader was Chu Sheng from Dazhou.

Tuoba Quitun felt disgusted, so he didn't care about greetings and walked out quickly.

Yun Xihe stood upstairs, watching Qin Xuanling's back mingle among the crowd... He couldn't help but feel warm on his face. It was getting late, so he turned around and went downstairs.

——

In the imperial palace of Chang'an City.

The heat became more and more intense. Everyone felt that even if they stood still, they were sweating all over. Qin Cang in the Golden Palace was inexplicably restless. The sounds of the court officials buzzed in his ears. He barely supported and listened to a few things carefully.

Actually, there is nothing big about it. It seems that he has managed the country well now...

"What's wrong with Wutong Mountain?" Qin Cang narrowed his eyes and smiled. Without waiting for everyone to answer, he laughed again, "Our Dashun man must be the first..."

The Minister of Rites hurriedly said, "If you go back to the emperor, everything will be fine. Today is only the second day..."

Qin Cang nodded, wondering if the ice in the Golden Palace had been used too much, he felt the cold air flowing into his body in waves and waves. He shivered and then broke out in cold sweat.

"Well... if all the beloved ministers have no important matters to report, they will retreat."

——

The sun shines brightly on Wutong Mountain.

“The instrumental music, singing and dancing of Dazhou is indeed good…”

Although I lost such a big ugly yesterday, I have to admit that Da Zhou is still very talented in this regard...

There are long veranda on both sides of the square, and seats are arranged to allow everyone who has not compete to rest. At this moment, it is Chu Sheng who is performing in the show. I have to say that he is really doing well. He plays the piano and walks through the flowing water, sings brightly and surrounds the beams, and his dancing posture is simple... It seems to be drunk.

"This is drunken spring breeze." Jiang Jingan is an expert in listening to music, and naturally praised, "He has all the piano, singing and dancing..."

Although the sound was not loud, there were still people around him to stop him, "Shh, don't talk."

Jiang Jingan was very dissatisfied, "I will wait for this prince to come on stage later, so you can open your eyes."

It was noisy here, but Chu Sheng, who was playing the piano in the square, suddenly stopped moving, and felt a smell of fishy smell in his throat. With a wow, a stream of blood gushed out...

"Prince!"

"Doctor! Call the doctor!"

Everyone on the veranda looked over and saw Chu Sheng's beautiful maids quickly surrounding him, while Chu Sheng's eyes were closed, his face was as white as snow, and his clothes were covered in blood... Is he jumping too much???

Everyone under the corridor immediately smiled again, "Is it too deep for the princess?"

It is understandable whether you smile or not, this kind of elegant thing is to express emotions. I have long heard that King Sheng of the Great Zhou had some conflicts with Princess Xihe. Perhaps it is because of love and hate.

Jiang Jingan pointed at Chu Sheng who was being carried away and praised, "This is a real struggle."

Qin Xuanling, who was standing beside him, smiled and said, "Yes... this is really affectionate." While speaking, she looked at Yun Xihe who was still moving like a mountain on the platform. When did she move? Well... I didn't make enough trouble last night...

Tuoba Kui snorted coldly, "With King Sheng's struggle, I'm going to fight too!" After that, he shook his sleeves and put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the middle of the square.

The white robe fluttered and the sunlight fell, and in an instant it made people stunned... Qin Xuanling narrowed his eyes, "Since that's the case, I will fight with you."

"Prince, do you want to choose the drums from Xiliang?" The musician who was in charge of providing musical instruments in the Ministry of Rites was a little surprised.

Tuoba Kui also looked over, with a hint of hidden anger in his expression of surprise... Do you want to use Xiliang's drum? Qin Xuanling, are you making up your mind to embarrass me in front of your sister?

The musician looked at Tuoba Kui who was fully prepared and said self-righteously, "Can you be the prince want to be a beautiful woman?"

Qin Xuanling looked calm, "If you don't want your tongue, you will cut it and feed the dog earlier."

The musician hurriedly slapped his mouth, "The officials knew they were wrong." He waved his hand and asked someone to lift the drum out.

Tuoba Kui withdrew his gaze, tried the strings, and gently stroked the strings, and the clanging music flowed out of his hands...

Qin Xuanling, who was there, sat cross-legged, held the drum in his arms, raised his hand to slap it, low, boring, monotonous, one sound, one sound, one sound after another...

The people watching under the veranda looked at each other, and a commotion broke out.

"What is this prince?"

"Playing drums is not suitable for solo...Isn't this a wedding dress for the emperor of Xiliang?"

"It turned out to be the drum of Xiliang?" The young men in white robes under the corridor also had surprises on their faces, "What an honor."

Yun Xihe, who was leaning on the back of the chair on the high platform, also sat up straight and listened to the sound of drums coming from the square.

The drum beats in the square suddenly became rapid. Qin Xuanling had already stood up with the drum in his arms. His pace was slow, but he walked out a momentum that even though he was going to go...

"Entering the Formation Song!"

Jiang Jingan under the corridor blurted out, as if he heard the shouts. Qin Xuanling turned around and looked around in the square. The moment his eyes met, he was full of murderous intent, and immediately made everyone's noise disappear without a trace.

“So awesome…”

The drum sounds changed from intense to dull and long, and Qin Xuanling's pace became slower and slower. The drum sounds dispersed in front of the formation, replaced by the desolation of patrolling the battlefield. His low voice was more appropriate... His figure was as graceful as a stunning geese and as a sporty dragon. He did not seem to be performing folk art here, but was like fighting in front of a formation of thousands of horses.

Tuoba Kui felt restless, and suddenly realized that at some point, the music he had prepared was taken away by him...

The drums ceased and stopped. There was no need to know who would take the lead in applause from the corridor, and a whole lot of sounds.

Qin Xuanling put down the drum and looked at Tuoba Kui leisurely, "Your Majesty Xiliang, I'll give in."
Chapter completed!