didn't know that without the method to play it, the ancient Yueqin was nothing but a broken instrument. And this method, he had only the lower scroll. 。He knew very well that Xuanyuan Luocheng was us... Jinghong closed her jade bone fan, smiled, and stopped talking. She picked up a fine cup of tea from the table and sipped it.The waning moon and crow's lament mark the story's end, a pale reflection...