Han Jian was holding a harmonica he made himself, with a wooden shell and a metal reed, and the sound quality was already very good. At this time, he put it beside his mouth and played two notes casually, which was very accurate, and he was very satisfied with it himself.

Everyone present came to listen to the Pan Fuzi piano meeting, and there were also many zither music music. Their knowledge of musical instruments was quite extensive, but no one knew what it was. By the time of the Wei Dynasty, flutes had already appeared, but few could play them. People who had heard the sound of flutes also knew that the melodious sound of flutes was essentially different from the tone similar to the thick piano sound produced by the person holding an object in his hand.

Han Jian just blew twice casually, as if he was preheating. He soon stopped, which disappointed many people present who wanted to experience his "stringless zither".

Han Jian turned his head and looked at Wen'er who was holding the damaged guitar and looked sad, and said, "Wen'er, this old man said it was your worm. Tell me, are you a worm?"

Wen'er blinked at a loss, not knowing what Han Jian meant.

"Young master, don't be angry. That old man... The old man said that I am a worm. I think it's nothing, but in fact, it's nothing wrong with being a worm..."

Everyone present smiled and said that the little maid was too honest and irrational. When a discerning person saw it, he knew that Han Jian wanted to find the place for his little maid and build her confidence. Unfortunately, the little maid was willing to calm down and not cause trouble for his master, and even admitted that he was a "worm".

The insects are clearly swearing.

"How can the light of insects compete with the bright moon?"

Although in this sentence "worm" refers to fireflies, fireflies also have a name, shit worm.

Han Jian glared at Wen'er and shouted: "You are not a worm, no one is a worm! People are born equal. Whoever looks down on others is actually looking down on himself!"

Han Jian's words seemed to be awakened, echoing between the four walls of Cuiyang Tower. With the enlightenment of the Wei Dynasty culture, it could not reach the state of equality for everyone. Han Jian just let Wen'er regain her confidence.

"Wen'er, do you still remember the lyrics I taught you?" Han Jian asked again.

"Yeah." Wen'er nodded immediately.

Han Jian glanced at Master Pan and sneered: "Then let that old man see who is the light of insects and who is the light of the sun and the moon!"

Han Jian put the harmonica to his mouth again.

The people present began to get restless. They didn't understand what Han Jian was going to do. They clearly had the legendary stringless zither in their hands, but they said that Master Pan would let Master Pan see the skills of the little maid. Could it be that the person who played the stringless zither was not this person, but the little maid?

“Woo…”

A very melodious tone sounded like a piano sound, and then several bright syllables sounded, and several syllables were connected into a very clear music. The sound was suddenly not suddenly, because the young man upstairs had already previewed it in advance, but when the sound sounded, many people were still shocked. The stringless zither still rang, not played, but played.

The tone is very melodious, and a few sounds are stringed into a bar. Just as the audience appreciates the charm of this bar tune, the piano sound suddenly paused. It was as if the beginning ended and they were about to turn to the next paragraph.

Then, Wen'er spoke, attracting everyone's attention to the sound of the piano. Han Jian played just a prelude to a song. He lowered his identity and just accompanied Wen'er's accompaniment.

Wen'er stood there, her feet were buckled and her hands were placed in front of her, like a little maid standing by waiting for her master's orders. But when she spoke to the tune, her originally lowered head also raised, and suddenly she seemed to have changed and became very confident.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant grass is green and the sky..."

Wen'er sang along with the tune, which was completely taught by Han Jian before. She had sang many times with Han Jian's harmonica music. However, there were only Han Jian, but this time there were so many people watching her. She sang a sentence, and suddenly became a little unconfident again, and then she lost her voice after one sentence.

And the melodious sound of the piano is still continuing.

Han Jian stopped singing after hearing Wen'er sing. He did not stop playing the harmonica, but nodded to Wen'er encouragement while playing. Wen'er plucked up the courage but still didn't sing it.

At this time, no one was sitting there watching the fun. Everyone stood up and stared at the strange master and servant upstairs. Although Wen'er just sang a sentence, it made everyone feel a sense of shock. In the Wei Dynasty, the accompaniment of the original sound never existed, and the melodious tunes made by the legendary "Stringless Lion" also made them feel a suffocating intoxication.

Han Jian played just the tune that he had to learn at the beginning of the harmonica. "Farewell", this song is very simple, and it only takes a few paragraphs to repeat. When he finished playing it, he listened a little and glared at Wen'er with an angry look. Wen'er was frightened by Han Jian's glare. She was afraid of being scolded by Han Jian. When the tune sounded again, she finally mustered up the courage to sing the lyrics completely with the tune.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant grass is green and the sky is connected. The evening breeze blows the willows and flutes sounds in the sound, and the sunset is outside the mountains.

At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of my friends fall. A pot of turbid wine will be over and over again. Let’s leave the cold dream tonight…”

It is like a long and long story, all of which are integrated into this endless memorial and longing tune, to relatives and old friends. As everyone listens, they wade into this tune, imagining the scene of farewell to the long pavilion at dusk, "The end of the sky, the corner of the sea, half of my friends are scattered." When thinking about relatives and friends being far away from the world, or the yin and yang being separated forever, there are two lines of tears next to the listener's eyes, just like the tune sing, it seems that there is only one pot of wine, a clear dream can fade this longing heart, but they are afraid that the dream will be cold tonight, and they still miss it when they wake up.

Wen'er's voice is very good. She can develop and coherent the storyline of the song at bass, and when it comes to high notes, she can sublimate the essence of the song. Coupled with the accompaniment of the melodious tune of "harmonic piano" that no one in the world has ever heard of, the charm of the music is revealed.

There has never been a song that can arouse so many reverie. There has never been a song that can make people forget the sadness and be full of sadness. After Wen'er finished singing the last sentence "Life is a rare gathering, but there is a lot of separation", the sound of Han Jian's harmonica stopped. The inside and outside of Cuiyang Tower was silent, no one applauded, and no one made a fuss. Some of them were just people with emotion in their hearts, secretly wiping their tears with the corners of their clothes.

After Han Jian finished playing, he was very satisfied with the effect. Wen'er raised her head, like a singer, and found all her confidence, and the audience also appreciated the difference between "worms" and "the glow of the sun and the moon".

After a moment of silence, someone finally broke the silence. Master Pan looked furious and rushed upstairs.

"The sound of the miraculous sound, the sound of the miraculous sound! You! It's just the sound of the miraculous sound!"
Chapter completed!