The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 527

Chapter 527: Qin Jiu, the Sage of the Zither 211, her teacher is far more formidable than I am (second update)_1
 

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“I don’t know,” Wen Zhixia looked at the white plastic bag, reached out to open the tied top, and casually said, “A stupid dog’s gift to me.”

The old man didn’t understand why Wen Zhixia called her friend a stupid dog, but he didn’t comment on it.

He knew that Wen Zhixia didn’t have many friends here, and this was one of them.

“When you go back, don’t mention these two words in front of the old lady,” the old man paused, then reminded.

“Got it,” Wen Zhixia had an elegant name, but she was not so refined herself, “I know I’m uncivilized and rude…”

As she spoke, she saw the gift in the bag.

It was four recorded CDs.

Each one was beautifully packaged, Wen Zhixia looked at the top one, and on its blue cover, two powerful characters were written—

Gambling on Liquor.

Below it the signature was written in black marker in an artistic font.

As a fan of Yan Lu, she recognized it as Yan Lu’s signature.

“What the fu…”

She was halfway through the word when she realized the old man was behind her and forcefully changed her words.

Hurriedly, she flipped to the next CD—Han Shixu—the one that had been hyped up to two hundred thousand a piece online!

The Han Shixu that eight hundred people had failed to get!

Each one had Yan Lu’s signature on it.

Wen Zhixia cursed silently in her heart, then opened her phone—

[Did you get it? Why do you have the signed version? Is it authentic?!!!]

Stupid dog: [1]

At this time still “1,” What the hell does “1” mean?

Wen Zhixia looked at the four precious CDs wrapped in the plastic bag, temporarily forgetting the heartbreak of the stupid dog—

[Today, you can be my dad for a day.]

Stupid dog: [.]

Forget it; let her full stop herself with a full stop. Wen Zhixia decided not to quarrel with Bai Lian for now. She put her phone aside and then glanced at the albums.

She belatedly remembered.

She hadn’t been able to get them even with someone’s help, so how did Bai Lian manage to get these albums?

And they all came with signatures?

**

One day later.

A music concert in Beicheng.

The Bai Family had gotten three tickets, middle seats. The attendees were Bai Shaoqi, Song Min, and Mrs. Song. Only the three of them from the Bai and Song families could appreciate classical music.

Bai Qiming had the sense not to come and fake sophistication.

There was a large queue for ticket checking at the venue.

Most of them were well-known musicians from Beicheng.

“Shaoqi, I heard your brother is confirmed to be following a Professor Jiang?” Mrs. Song stood beside Bai Shaoqi, chatting as they waited in line.

Bai Shaoqi nodded slightly, her demeanor as calm as a gentle breeze and floating clouds: “That’s right.”

Mrs. Song knew the Bai family valued Bai Shaoqi and that Bai Shaoke was part of the reason. “Who is the distinguished guest your father mentioned from Jiahao? Have you two heard anything?”

Many from the international class came from impressive backgrounds, which also offered a route.

“I don’t know,” Bai Shaoqi replied solemnly, “but the general manager of Jiahao personally greeted him, my dad said it might be Dean Jian.”

If it was Dean Jian, it would make sense.

The three of them went through the ticket check.

The concert hadn’t begun yet, and their seats were in the fifth row.

These were also VIP seats.

Upon entering, Bai Shaoqi saw the first row was different from the others, with leather seats and high backs. The first row was also enclosed with a fence, separating it from the VIP seats behind it.

“That’s…” Bai Shaoqi was taken aback.

Mrs. Song, who had grown up in Jiangjing and frequented many venues, recognized it immediately, “Those are guest seats; someone from Jiangjing must have come.”

Important figures of the concert.

It was also strange; even in past years when Dean Jian came, Beicheng wasn’t this lively.

**

Meanwhile.

Bai Lian held her ticket, but no one checked it; Old Hu directly took her through the staff entrance.

“It’s crowded at the entrance,” Old Hu guessed Bai Lian’s identity and was very respectful towards her, “We’ll go around from backstage.”

Old Hu’s face was his pass; after all, he was Dean Jian’s assistant and represented him.

Along the way, everyone would stop to greet Old Hu.

They all noticed the girl he was treating with such respect.

Though just an assistant, Old Hu could play both the pipa and the guzheng, and he had a bit of fame. Being under Dean Jian’s wing, his skills far exceeded those of ordinary people.

Even Beiyin’s President Luo would call him “Mr. Hu.”

But now he was being so polite to a girl?

Who was this girl?

Others guessed in their minds, but the girl kept her head down slightly, with a remarkable appearance; she was an unfamiliar face they hadn’t seen before.

After passing through the backstage, a group surrounded Dean Jian as he was tuning a guzheng. Seeing Bai Lian, he greeted from afar, “You’re quite early.”

“Didn’t want to keep you waiting,” Bai Lian stopped without approaching.

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She was delighted to come to Dean Jian’s residence, and he too was pleased, not saying much, merely waving his hand toward her, “Okay, you go sit with Old Hu first, I’ll come over after explaining things to them.”

After Bai Lian had left.

A group of people around Dean Jian looked at each other, all renowned teachers from Beicheng, seeing Bai Lian for the first time and unable to hide their surprise.

“Dean Jian, that person is… your student?” Principal Luo asked.

He knew that Jian Zhongyou had disciples, among them a girl with exceptional talent, but she was only in Jiangjing, seen by few.

“My student?” Jian Zhongyou looked at Principal Luo and shook his head with a chuckle, “You think too much, I am not capable of being her teacher.”

At this point, he sighed, “Her teacher is far more formidable than I am.”

Although Bai Lian had not mentioned who her teacher was, after so long, Jian Zhongyou also knew that her teacher must be an exceptional master.

Why did he always want Bai Lian to lead in playing the guzheng?

Because he could see that she carried something within her, an ancient heritage.

It is very likely that she was a direct disciple of a guzheng master from a reclusive and prestigious family.

Jian Zhongyou spoke casually, but the few people around him were shocked, especially Principal Luo.

Just the classical Chinese music alone, Jian Zhongyou’s influence was significant; a modern guzheng master, his written works such as “South-North Guzheng Tunes” and other series were in museums.

At national banquets, he served as a guiding teacher, and his contributions were already written in the history of music.

Now he actually said, “Her teacher is far more formidable than I am”? Then who exactly is this girl’s guzheng teacher?

**

Outside.

Bai Shaoqi was sitting in the middle, beside her was Madam Song, and next to Madam Song was Song Min, and the performance was about to begin.

The lights in the hall dimmed, leaving only one beam on the stage.

In the front row, a tall figure in a long dress appeared, and Song Min, upon seeing that figure, suddenly sat up straight, his gaze intense as he looked toward the front row.

“What is it?” Madam Song noticed something unusual about him.

Song Min watched the blur of a figure walk to the first row, his voice deep, “I think I saw Bai Lian.”

“Bai Lian?” Madam Song paused.

Bai Shaoqi’s fingers also tightened, she turned her head, “Where?”

“First row,” Song Min saw her sit down in the first row, his gaze not moving away, “In the center seat.”

“First row? Then you must be mistaken,” upon hearing this, Madam Song shook her head, “We barely managed to get VIP seats through connections. The first row, that’s a place for someone like Dean Jian to sit, guests of honor at the concert; even if Bai Lian is from the Xu Family, it’s not possible for her to get a ticket for the first row.”

That was true indeed.

Song Min hesitated and withdrew his gaze. The figure he just saw was very similar to Bai Lian whom he had seen in Jiangjing.

But…

It was different from the Bai Lian he remembered.

Bai Shaoqi lost interest and turned her gaze back to her cell phone, continuing to look down and send a photo to the class group.

**

First row.

Bai Lian settled into her seat, quietly waiting for the performance to begin.

From time to time, people took their seats in the first row, each of them greeting Bai Lian before sitting down.

After Dean Jian made the necessary arrangements, he came and sat down beside her, “Listen carefully and see if you have any new insights.”

The opening music was a joint performance by Beiyin’s students and teachers.

Four guzheng masters, plus two interspersed performances by pipa and jade flute teachers.

It was “The White Robed Journey,” a piece Bai Lian knew well. During the climax of the piece, the four guzheng masters played in concert, plucking the red strings with a feather’s touch, and in an instant, war horses and iron armor, bones covered by yellow sand, mourned and sobbed within the strings, touching everyone’s soul.

When the opening performance concluded.

The applause lasted a long time.

People nearby whispered, “It really is one of the ten great guzheng masterpieces.”

Mentioning “The White Robed Journey” inevitably reminded people of Bai Xiangjun.

Dean Jian also came out of his reverie and evaluated the performance with Bai Lian, “This piece is too domineering; their individual expressive power falls short, unable to convey the right feeling. So, it takes a quartet to produce such momentum; the Miss Bai who composed this piece is truly a once-in-a-generation talent.”

So, when Bai Lian single-handedly performed that resounding momentum at the school anniversary, Dean Jian knew she was no ordinary person.

Bai Lian: “…”

She tilted her head slightly, not speaking.

Dean Jian was used to her silence, then remembering something, “You also have the surname Bai.”

“Right,” Bai Lian nodded.

“Who exactly is your teacher?” Prompted by Principal Luo’s inquiry, Dean Jian also was curious about Bai Lian’s mentor, as he still hadn’t figured out who taught her.

Bai Lian bowed her head slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

After a long while, just when Dean Jian thought Bai Lian would still not respond, Bail Lian suddenly spoke, “Qin Jiu.”

“What?” Dean Jian paused.

“Didn’t you ask who my teacher is? Mr. Qin Jiu,” Bai Lian’s wrist rested on the adjacent armrest, her fingertips lightly tapping it. She turned her head, this time very seriously, “My teacher, the one who instructed me, is Teacher Qin Jiu.”

Qin Jiu, now respectfully known as the “Master of the Qins.”

The Jiangjing Music Academy still maintains offerings for him.

Those who study the guzheng, who have studied history, all know that Qin Jiu had two disciples.

One was Princess Huai’an, Jiang Suyi, who had gone far to marry and become eternally famous, leaving behind “Imperial Scenery Map of Jiangjing.”

The other was the stunningly talented young mistress of the Bai Family, Bai Xiangjun.

In turbulent times, heroes emerge; of the ten great guzheng masterpieces, Qin Jiu himself composed three, and together with his two disciples’ “Desert Melody” and “The White Robed Journey,” they boldly claimed half of the realm of guzheng music.