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In front of him was a bright, luxurious hall. The Chang Qing sat on the side, and there was a kind, middle-aged man sitting there. His temples had turned white, and he looked to be in good spirits as he said, "Chang Qing, I see that you have quite a remarkable zither today. What kind of music do you want to play for me today?" Zhuo Junyao's eyes shifted slightly. Behind the curtain