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As they were drinking in the pavilion, the melodious sound of an old guqin could be heard.

Zhao Yun was a zither lover to begin with, but when he heard the zither notes, he immediately turned to look in the direction of the sound. He saw that not far from the pavilion, there was a young woman sitting on the stage, playing with the zither.

At this time, the bright moon hung in the sky