Jiaowei, the treasure of music, a box of agarwood and sandalwood, the sound of gold and jade; Jiaowei, the best of harps, hard to find even if you spend a lot of money, you can only see it if you are lucky.
The moonlight was like frost, shining through the Zhu Pavilion on a lyre in the Yuezhuan Tower of Prince Zhuang's Mansion. The lyre gradually became transparent and turned into a wisp of blue smoke, passing away with the wind...
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