"Does anyone know what song this is?" Emperor Yuan Feng asked as he watched Zhou Shu play the zither on the hill.
The ministers exchanged glances and shook their heads.
"Although this song is not very elegant, it has a unique flavor to it. It might be a folk song," a minister said.
Yin Wuyou narrowed her bright eyes. She recalled the two lines of poetry she had heard from Zhou Shu. Later, she had gone to the restaurant Zhou Shu had mentioned. The storyteller there had never even heard those two lines.
Yes, this song is also a little suspicious! Yin Wuyou thought.
"Isn't it easy for Your Majesty to find out?" Another minister spoke.
He stepped forward and shouted, "Sir, does this song have a name?"
His voice spread far and wide. Even Zhou Shu's singing couldn't cover up this voice. It was obvious that this minister was a martial artist with high cultivation.
