Caught off guard and hearing the wonderful string sound, Fu Xuan was stunned for a moment, unconsciously put down the notebook in his hand and listened attentively.

Poetry, chess, books, and paintings may not be very good at Fuxuan, but she is quite confident in piano, wine, dance, and flowers.

From the gurgling sound of the piano, she could naturally hear that the person who stroked the piano was skilled.

The ancient rhyme is long, and it is also frustrating.

When it is euphemistic and continuous, it is like a clear spring flowing in a valley in the mountains; When it is sharp and passionate, it is like a thousand troops

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