At night, the sound of the zither rang out.
Xin Wangshu heard the sound of the zither and went out of the courtyard to the pavilion by the lake.
In the pavilion, a sweet and beautiful figure was playing the zither.
Xin Wangshu closed his eyes and listened. He was also a person who knew the elegance of music. This time, he was summoned back by the hidden mysterious family, which made his state of mind rise to the next level. He felt that he might have become the protagonist of this fate. At this time, he commented,"Like the continuous spring rain, I can't hide my worries."
The beautiful figure in the pavilion continued to play the zither.
Xin Wangshu said lightly, " It's like watching a pair of partridges flying on a screen fan. Outside the window, it's autumn in the evening. There's endless sorrow and sorrow. No one can say it. "
The beautiful figure in the pavilion continued to play a few more times.
Xin Wangshu told him one by one.
