The next day.
Xingchang Gu, Hongdao Wang, Feiguo Ma, and Shenghong Cao, the four top professors of classical instruments in the country, sat together.
And they were all the same.
He stared at the big dark circles under his eyes.
"Old Gu, is he really not your disciple?”
Wang Hongdao asked.
"It's really not him. I thought he was your disciple.”
Gu Xingchang smiled bitterly.
Now, he could be sure.
Zhao Zheng was not the disciple of any of them.
"Could it be that there are experts in the country who are as good as us or even better than us in classical folk instruments that we don't know?”
Ma Feiguo frowned.
"Alright, now is not the time to talk about this. What do you think of his score of Ambush from Ten Sides?”
Gu Xingchang shook his head.
Compared to Zhao Zheng's teacher.
He was more concerned about the score.
That's right.
Ambush from All Sides was a pipa tune.
However, even if it was a zither playing, it was still not a good choice.
The overall rhythm and melody should be the same.
It didn't exist.
Changing the instrument changed the rhythm and melody of the music score.
However, Zhao Zheng's performance.
It was obvious.
The rhythm and melody were different from the score of Ambush on All Sides that the public now knew.
Hearing this.
The other three also became serious.
"Last night, I flipped through many books related to this matter, but I couldn't find any records of music scores from earlier.”
Wang Hongdao shook his head.
"That's right, I've checked it too. The earliest one is the early 19th century's 'Hua Qiuping Pipa Score'.”
Ma Feiguo nodded.
"Then is he really lying?"
Gu Xingchang did not dare to believe it.
"Although I don't think Zhao Zheng would lie with his identity, from the looks of it, this is the case. The score he played should have been adapted by himself or someone else.”
Wang Hongdao said solemnly.
"I think so too. Although changing the music score is very difficult, it's not impossible.”
The other two nodded.
Hearing this, Gu Xingchang sighed.
Perhaps Zhao Zheng was lying.
Perhaps it was because of his desire to show off, or perhaps it was for some other reason.
However, very quickly.
A report that was ignored by many people on the news caught their attention.
" Red Mountain West Han Tomb Suspected to Be the Tomb of the First Generation Changyi King Liu Wei."
In the introduction of the unearthed cultural relics below.
Xingchang Gu saw a report that he could not believe.
"Among the unearthed cultural relics, there was a bamboo slip of music score given to him by his uncle. Most of the music scores were very different from the ancient music scores that were currently circulating, including the 'Ambush from All Sides.'"
"How is this possible?"
Gu Xingchang looked at the news report for a long time, unable to extricate himself.
Very quickly.
Through his connections, he found the unearthed music score.
"It's actually true! The rhythm and melody were exactly the same as Zhao Zheng's music score?”
Xingchang's expression was dull.
If it had been unearthed from other people's tombs, he might have doubted its authenticity.
But who was Liu Meng?
He is the son of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Mrs. Li.
Mrs. Li's brother was the famous musician of the Western Han Dynasty, Li Yannian!
Back then.
Li Yannian's sentence,'There's a beauty in the north, peerless and independent...'
It made his sister become Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty's favorite concubine.
In other words, Liu He was Li Yannian's nephew.
How could a great musician's score for his nephew be fake?
Moreover, the other party was a prince.
In ancient times, this was a crime that could be beheaded!
Although, in history, Li Yannian's family had also been exterminated twice, and in the end, they were all exterminated.
Very quickly.
Gu Xingchang and the other three sat together again.
However…
At this moment, the expressions of the four of them were very interesting.
It was unbelievable.
Shocked.
He was stunned.
"What do you guys think?"
Xingchang asked again.
"I think it's time for us to pay a visit to Mr. Zhao Zheng.”
Wang Hong said.
"Yes, I think so too.”
"Yes, it seems that he has a lot of things worth exploring and learning about classical folk instruments.”
"So, he didn't lie, and it wasn't him who was wrong. It was us, all of us who were wrong!”
Everyone sighed.
This time, they understood what it meant to have the truth in the hands of a few.
But why was Zhao Zheng so confident?
Where did he get his music score?
There were too many secrets.
This made them very curious.
In the end.
The four of them agreed unanimously.
To the south of the rainbow clouds.
Go to Bright Moon Village.
He was going to visit this young musician!
At this moment.
Zhao Zheng was in a room in the backyard.
He held a yellowed painting in his hand.
"There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent."
"Li Yannian, oh Li Yannian, you died a horrible death.”
Zhao Zheng placed the painting into the box.
Inside the box.
There were at least dozens of such paintings.
Every painting.
There was a slim and elegant woman.
Or bloated and gorgeous.
Or simple youth.
Or ethereal and indifferent.
Or perhaps it was her emotional charm.
Every woman had their own unique temperament.
Moreover…
Every woman, every temperament.
It was enough to make those so-called 'goddesses' and 'actresses' pale in comparison.
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