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"It's late at night, it's time for your highness to go to bed," said Feng Xi, who was sitting in the tree. "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, play me a piece of music." She raised her head and met his gaze. The night was too dark to see the expression on her face. A burst of flute sound surrounded the place, and the surrounding leaves were rustled by the wind. As soon as the music stopped, the original tranquility returned. "What kind of music is this?" She hummed the melody just now. "I haven't thought about it yet." He put the flute on his waist. "Why don't we just call it Yuanqi, the wind is caused by Yuanqi." It is difficult to calm down the wind.