In the third month of Xin Mao, the day of the first string.
□□, The city is full of activity at midnight, and the streets and alleys are bustling with activity. Cailian Pavilion is full of singing and dancing, and strings of silk, bamboo and string music are endless.
Li Qing stood by the window, his sword-shaped eyebrows slightly condensed, his phoenix eyes deep, and he felt quite emotional: The capital city is indeed the most prosperous and wealthy place in the country.
His eyes were locked on a lonely courtyard in the distance. In the shadows of the dark lights, someone seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll. The man circled around the deep corners, and finally seemed tired of walking, and the dark shadow lingered beside the stone table in the center of the courtyard.
Miss Zijin, Li Qingfeng's eyes flashed when she heard this name, and her heart suddenly palpitated.
Xiao Ding also hurriedly explained, "Sir, she is the piano master of Cailian Pavilion, Miss Zijin!" Li Qing's expression was more dull than surprised, his eyes locked tightly on the delicate woman, how could it be her? !
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