In order to hide his embarrassment, Zhang Shixun stood up and walked to the so-called "incense mud cabinet" and looked at it carefully.
It is decorated with gorgeous reliefs and hollow patterns.
Through the hollow squares, I saw something like an incense burner placed in the middle. There was a faint flicker of fire and the smell of spices.
Not only does it feel warm, but the room is also filled with pleasant fragrance.
I also smelled the fragrance when I first came in. I thought the woman's piano room was fumigated with incense, but it turns out there was something else going on here.
One has to admire the wisdom of the ancients, and one has to admit that Li Shishi lived a tasteful and luxurious life.
"Master Zhang, have you seen enough?" Xue Zixiao called out from the other side. "If you have, please play a song for us. We are all waiting."
I owed you this in my previous life.
Zhang Shixun had no choice but to walk back to his seat and sit down, pretending to think hard.
All the women stared at him, and no one interrupted him.
"Mr. Zhang, haven't you figured out what song to play yet?" Sun Sansi finally couldn't help but urge him. She was an impatient person.
Zhang Shixun raised his head and said with a sad face, "People say Jiang Lang's talent has run out. I, Zhang Lang, am almost done with it too."
"I don't believe it!" the women said in unison.
"Haha!" Zhang Shixun didn't argue and asked them, "You've all heard the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, right?"
"I've heard of it!" Li Shishi blurted out.
"I've heard of it too. My grandfather told me the story when I was very young." Liang Hongyu spoke for the first time.
Zhang Shixun looked at her and nodded. Although this extraordinary woman was a musician, she didn't seem to be very proficient in music and just watched from the sidelines.
“We’ve heard that, too.”
All the women present seemed to know the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, which was beyond Zhang Shixun's expectation.
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