The Heaven-Defying Concubine Xuan: the Overbearing Young Master

Continuous mountain peaks tower into the clouds, and the sounds of unknown animals can be heard from time to time in the forest. In the dense forest, branches and leaves are layered on top of each other, and the golden sunlight shines through the few gaps on the forest paths, flickering under the refraction of the green grass, as if golden elves are flying on the tips of the tender green grass. A burst of melodious music came from the entrance of the forest, as clear and sweet as the song of the oriole out of the valley, and as gentle and gentle as the harmony of the phoenix. The music sounded from far to near. It turned out that the ethereal melody was coming from an ink-colored musical instrument as big as a goose egg...