The sound of the piano played in Hexian Tower today was something that the celebrities in Changjing had never heard before.

Not just the tune, but the style too.

Obviously everyone gathered here mainly to visit the seriously ill Fairy Qinzhong. They were a bit worried and sad, but they all felt happy at this time. It was obviously the winter solstice outside, and they were on the way to Changjing.

Sleet and snow were still falling on the streets, and the chill was permeating my body. At this time, I felt warm all over my body, as if I was bathing in the bright spring light of February and March. Literary people often feel sad about spring and autumn, and when I am in Changjing, there is no shortage of time.

People who are ambitious but frustrated feel an inexplicable sense of freedom at this moment.

Usually, Miss Wanjiang rarely plays such music.

Not every piece of music played has such a unique ability to penetrate people's hearts.

Everyone was confused and intoxicated.

Feeling free and happy, the gods never change.

There is often a deep friendship between celebrities and elegant people. Some people came to their senses during the interval of the sound of the piano, and hurriedly went out and asked someone to immediately invite their old friends who also loved the sound of the piano to inform them that Miss Jiang was at Hexian Tower again today.

Now that I'm playing the piano, I invite them to come and enjoy it.

I don't know how many people gathered here.

Slowly, someone discovered——

Unknowingly, not only did the cold wind raging on the streets of Changjing stop, but the rain and snow floating in the sky also stopped. Even the entire gray and dark sky seemed to be pushed away by a pair of invisible hands, revealing the top of the head.

The sky is as blue as blue, and the sunshine shines on the streets of Changjing. Therefore, even if they are not on this street and cannot hear the sound of the piano, they can feel the rare warmth in the cold winter.

Suddenly, there was a bang.

It sounded like the strings of a piano breaking.

The celebrities and elegant scholars who were still intoxicated by the sound of the piano suddenly felt like frightened birds, as if they had been kicked out of the fantasy they had constructed, and they were surprised and at a loss.

Miss Wanjiang has never broken a string.

Before everyone could recover from their daze, they were either looking at the curtain leading to the backyard, or looking up at the wooden boards on the roof.

Some people discussed it, while others frowned.

There were also people who believed that they used to come to Hexian Tower and often go to the second floor to listen to the piano. They wanted to go upstairs to check, but they were also stopped.

After a long time, there was movement on the stairs.

Because it is a wooden ladder, movement is obvious.

Everyone closed their mouths and looked up.

For a while, you could hear needles dropping in the lobby.

"Wow..."

The curtain was lifted.

A pretty woman bowed slightly and walked out quickly with her head lowered. When she raised her head and looked into each other's eyes, everyone was startled by her expression.

His eyes were red and full of tears, his lips were pursed, and the look on his face was even more tragic.

"The master is seriously ill and has passed away."

"..."

You can hear the pin drop in the lobby.

Everyone was stunned.

After a while, there was a sound.

"Ah You……"

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

"Yeah, how is this possible?"

"Just now, Miss Wanjiang was entertaining guests upstairs and playing the harp. The sound of the harp was so beautiful, like fairy music. How could this sudden bad news come?!"

"You little maid! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Is there a mistake?"

"Yan had previously listened to Mr. Wan Jiang playing the piano, and the joy in the sound could not be faked. He was clearly recovering from his illness. Even if, even if his condition worsened, he was still playing the piano happily just now, so what... How could it be possible in such a blink of an eye?

Just die from this world forever?”

Everyone spoke one after another and stared at the maid.

"Just now..."

The maid suppressed her sorrow: "Just now, the master asked God for three moments of freedom..."

"..."

Everyone was stunned again.

It turns out that the Taoist gentleman who just went upstairs was there to ask God for three moments of freedom.

Now there is nothing more to say.

For a moment, everyone pushed aside the maids and rushed upstairs. Although they were blocked by several strong men and could not get closer, they finally reached the second floor. Through the white gauze all over the room, they could faintly see the table in the middle of the floor.

The table, the guqin, and the woman who fell in front were also spread out on the ground in white clothes, still extremely beautiful.

I don't know how many people cried out in pain.

There is no Wan Jiang in this world.

People in Changjing who love music as much as their lives will never appreciate such spiritual music.

…

The Taoist still held the girl's hand and walked on the street.

Today's Sanhua Empress was particularly rebellious. She would either rush forward with a burst of strength, or stop and refuse to leave. She would stare at the roadside with curiosity on her face, and even reach out to poke at the things being sold, but Song You took her away.

When he was pulled back to his side, she raised her head and stared at Song You with a pair of clear eyes, looking ignorant and well-behaved. How could you blame her?

"Is Sanhua Empress drunk?"

"What is drunkenness?"

"People will feel dizzy and excited after drinking alcohol, and they will do things they would not normally do."

"Miss Sanhua didn't drink."

"The fermented glutinous rice also has a little wine."

"A little wine!"

"But Empress Sanhua didn't know any restraint and drank bowl after bowl."

"It's sweet! Rice porridge soup soup!"

"So Sanhua Empress is drunk."

"Miss Sanhua is not dizzy."

"But Sanhua Empress is excited."

"Miss Sanhua is not excited."

"Then follow me home carefully and don't run around."

"That's what cats are like!"

"..."

"Taoist, look! The sun is rising!"

"..."

Song You stopped and looked up at the sky.

He seemed to have noticed something. When he lowered his head and looked at the little girl, he couldn't help but whisper to her: "Now Empress Sanhua has not only seen Changjing's unique and divine piano art, but also witnessed it with her own eyes."

The disappearance of Changjing’s unique art and the art of Tongshen Qin in Changjing.”

"disappear!"

"Empress Sanhua will understand later."

"Taoist, look, there is a little man peeing there!"

"Let's go..."

"Let's go see him!"

"..."

The Taoist didn't say anything, he just held his hand tightly and pulled her back.

However, before he had taken two steps, he heard a woman's voice coming from behind:

"Mr. Song?"
To be continued...