Inadvertently, her eyes fell on a few scattered books. They were some anecdotes that Yao Yi had collected in his spare time. They were of little help in answering the questions she was looking for, so they were thrown aside.
The one on top is brightly colored, with four words written on the silk cover: "Nanting Notes".
But what attracted her attention most was the name of the person who signed the letter: Xumizi.
The zither master Xumizi, a native of Ailaoguluo in Bijiang, traveled all over the world and left behind many compositions. He was a wanderer all his life, but he had a special preference for solitary pavilions in the mountains, so he was known as Mr. Nanting.
She recalled the time she spent in Bijiang. It seemed that several children had mentioned the matter of Xumizi to her. She was feeling a little annoyed and wanted to change her mood, so she picked up the ancient book and began to read it.
After flipping through a few chapters, I suddenly came across a short note titled "The Voice of Deification," which read:
I once heard that he could recite before he was five, compose poetry at seven, and at nine, his qin already possessed the sound of a hollow valley echoing through his playing, a sound unmatched by any qin player in the palace. Now, I have witnessed him playing the piece "Ailbridge Jinli" at the Shangsi Banquet. The sound is so clear, the realm so lofty, it transcends the mundane and stands in a class of its own. Hearing this, I feel ashamed to be crowned the qin sage. I have cut off my finger and left the table, saying, "From this point on, I will not discuss the affairs of the qin and qin."
Xiao Nanhui angrily threw the booklet in his hand aside.
I thought those three little brats were spreading rumors, but I didn't expect it to be actually written like that.
Then, she suddenly realized one thing: no matter how much she tried to deny it, the emperor was at a place so high that she could not see it clearly even if she looked far away.
And such a person suddenly appeared in her world for some unknown reason, and no one knew when he would leave.
A cold wind blew in through the gap in the window frame, and the low-quality oil lamp purchased by the stingy shopkeeper went out again.
This time, Xiao Nanhui did not refill the lamp oil. Instead, he used the moonlight and silently restored the mess to its original state in the darkness.
However, how can things that have already broken the order be easily restored?
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