The flute sound of Shi Qingxuan always gives people a feeling of being close but actually far away, reclusive and independent.

But the sound of the piano gives people a lingering and irresistible sadness. And the more you listen to it, the harder it is to let it go. Your heart seems to be pressed by a thousand pounds of stone, and you can't help but look up to the sky and roar to vent your feelings.

Passing through the path between the bamboo forests, the vision suddenly opened up. I saw a man and a woman sitting in a small pavilion in the center of the garden, and the sound of the piano was coming from there.

The man was Fang Zetao. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was completely intoxicated by the music and ignored anything else.

After all, with Fang Zetao's martial arts, it was not difficult to detect the arrival of so many people.

The woman, with her back to everyone, was playing the piano with both hands, but her graceful back was enough to captivate and captivate people.

Zhao Mingyuan naturally recognized her, she was Huan Huan.

Fang Zetao and Huanwan were actually playing the piano, admiring flowers, and having fun in the back garden, paying no attention to what was going on outside.

This scene is really different from the situation where everyone outside is in panic all day long due to the siege of the city.

Everyone who saw this scene was greatly surprised.

It seems that Huanwan does have the appearance of a witch who has subjugated her country!
Chapter completed!