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Youmeng also listened quietly. The woman's singing did disappear, leaving only the quiet and ethereal sound of the pipa, which was still spreading and floating in the hearts...

Youmeng heard that he had changed several songs later, and each one made her feel unreasonable, strange and familiar?

It's strange because she has never heard of every song and cannot name it.

Familiarity is because each piece can make her feel immersed in the scene. The sound of the song is like taking her to the world, flying over a thousand years, clearly seeing many vivid pictures, and even sounding a long-lost sense of intimacy.

The song he played had a hint of Jiangnan. Although she was a girl who grew up in the imperial capital Chang'an and had never been to Jiangnan yet, she heard her mother talk about it when she was young. When her mother rushed to Chang'an from Luoyang with her in her arms, she had been to Lin'an by chance and was about to give birth to a rainy night in the middle of summer.

She was born in Jiangnan, but her child was ignorant, so she shouldn't have kept that memory. And his songs were like a long-lost friend, a gentle man, covering his lips in her ears, and whispering over and over again, as if awakening the feelings that had been sleeping in her bones for many years. A wisp of feelings that should belong to Jiangnan but not her were like the mist and rain in Jiangnan, soft and long.

What she couldn't deny was that the reason why his songs were moving was because the notes that were tilted at his fingertips seemed to have life.

There are stories in every piece of his song.

At this time, the door was opened, and the lost Youmeng woke up. She looked back and saw that it was the servant who was entertaining them, leading a young woman in a white background and blue and white gauze skirt. Youmeng's eyes lit up and she looked familiar. The servant smiled and said, "Young Master, this is the musician in our museum and the spiritual girl."

It was her. Youmeng nodded with emotion, and the servant stepped back. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the woman. She could look at her so close, and she was indeed elegant and elegant: "Just... were you singing just now?"

The woman nodded and bowed generously: "It's spiritual cultivation that I'm so ugly."

"You are modest." Youmeng smiled unruly on the corner of her mouth, "You have a priceless voice."

"Thank you, my son, for your praise." Ling Xiu Yiyi stood up and said, "Young Master is a new guest in our Lefang. According to the rules here, new guests will come to you. Ling Xiu must serve tea on behalf of Lefang."

After saying that, she took the tea set in the servant's hand and stepped forward to put it on the Youmeng table.

Youmeng did not go to drink immediately, but just glanced over the tea and said carelessly: "Why are you here?"

"Hmm?" The spiritual practitioner didn't understand what she meant for a moment.

"The musician on the same stage with you..." Youmeng knocked the folding fan in her hand and laughed in a whispering voice, "It's the man who plays the pipa. Don't he need to come and worship tea?"

A brief moment of anxiety, spiritual cultivation and gentle face, without losing its dignity: "Oh, you are talking about Su Leshi. Don't say that he is going to perform skills on stage today, and he is too busy to be cloned, and he is quiet and avoids the noise and turmoil, and he has never seen guests."

“How much do you want?”

"What?"

Youmeng smiled slanderously. Obviously she couldn't understand her tactfulness, so she simply went straight to the point: "Tell me, how much gold and silver should I pay to buy him?"

The spiritual cultivation stopped smiling: "Prince, please take back such words. If Master Su heard this, he would feel that he had been blasphemed and frivolous, and would be unhappy."

Youmeng sneered disapprovingly: "Hmph, a little musician dares to have an upset with a distinguished guest, so he is so arrogant."
Chapter completed!