The two women's carriage was just outside the door. Miss Jin Shu brought out the pipa, and Liu Qinghuan also changed into a long-sleeved dance costume on the carriage.
"Young master, please wait a moment."
Miss Jin Shu's voice was slightly cold as she waved her hand to pluck the strings and listened carefully before making a slight adjustment.
Fang Zheng's gaze fell on the pipa, deep in thought.
The Otherworld and the modern society shared many similarities, including astronomy, text customs, all of which he had grown accustomed to.
Musical instruments,
were the same.
Miss Jin Shu's pipa was similar to the ancient ones but had undergone some improvements, its sound crisp, like jade colliding, penetrating the heart.
"Zheng zheng..."
The fine rain was continuous, and the strings were hurried.
"Great!"
Fang Zheng lightly clapped his hands and praised:
"Even before a melody is formed, there is already emotion. Miss Jin Shu, your skill is admirable!"
