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The guqin melody from Hexian Pavilion today was unlike anything the literati and elites of Changjing had ever heard before.
Not just the tune, but the style itself was unique.
Many had gathered here to visit the guqin fairy, who was rumored to be gravely ill. They had come with worry and sorrow in their hearts. Yet, as the music flowed, they found themselves unexpectedly uplifted. It was the winter solstice, and the streets of Changjing had been pelted with icy rain and snow, chilling to the bone. Yet, the listeners now felt as though they were basking in the gentle sunlight of early spring.
For the literati, prone to melancholy over fleeting spring or autumn, and for those in Changjing burdened by unfulfilled aspirations and frustration, the music brought an inexplicable sense of ease.
Miss Wanjiang rarely played such pieces.
Even among her repertoire, not every tune had the same ability to penetrate so deeply into the listener’s heart.
The audience, puzzled yet captivated, floated between confusion and intoxication.
It was a bliss so profound, even immortality could not compare.
Amid the music, bonds of camaraderie stirred. Some of the attendees, realizing the rarity of this moment, quickly stepped outside during brief interludes in the melody to send messengers. They hurriedly invited friends and acquaintances who shared their love of guqin music, urging them to come to Hexian Pavilion to...
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