As the sun sets, the burning colors are imprinted on this square.

In this fiery red color, that crystal clear ice zither has deservedly become the most eye-catching moment in the entire square at this moment.

Prince Wushui opened his mouth and looked at Han Bingqin who was handed over by the Guanghan Palace Master in front of him with a smile.

Although Taozhaide doesn’t have much knowledge of piano and the ice zither they make is not particularly particular or unique, it can be considered a piano no matter what, right?

A piano that cannot be played.

"The Palace Master Guanghan is cold and cold in the world. Xue Meiniang is frozen and frozen for thousands of miles. It is true that the people of the world have passed on. The Palace Master is indeed worthy of being the barrier of the Western Paradise of My Thick Land and the pillar of our country."

Zhuge Wei, who was originally going to leave, walked into the square again, opened his mouth, and sarcastically mercilessly at Taozhaide. He glanced at Taozhaidou and Han Bingqin in his hand, turned his head and said to Prince Wushui over there-

"Instead of guessing what Princess Shaohua likes, it is better to do something to make Princess Shaohua like it. This idea is indeed good."

He clapped his hands, with ridicule and contempt in his eyes, smiled at Taozhaide's piano, and continued-

"So, if you don't let me use this Hanyuqin made of even the strings of the piano to give the princess a song. It's the last impression you can leave on the princess before leaving. How about it?"

Prince Wushui's face looked a little ugly, but he was no wonder.

Because, when he tried to raise his hand and tried to tweak the strings on this piano...

What he touched was not the strings that could make pleasant sounds. But the biting cold ice silk.

Facing Taozhaide's kindness, Prince Wushui looked embarrassed. He shook his head and said helplessly: "Master Guanghan Palace. Thank you for your kindness. But a piano that cannot be played is just a decoration after all."

“Can’t play???”

Tao Zhaide tilted his head and looked at the ice zither in his hand silly. The cold air on the strings exuded the tenacity in it. Even if he could make a piano at this moment, with the strength of this Wushui Prince, he might not be qualified to play the string.

However, people often say that fools have the IQ of fools, not to mention that fools are best at random thoughts and fantasies!

When this fool who likes to think randomly and whimsically is the palace master of a huge mountain gate, his ability naturally cannot be underestimated.

"Miss Xingli! Come and help me! Hurry!"

In front of everyone, Taozhaide shouted loudly. Xingli on the other side didn't know what was going on. When he walked to Taozhaide, the fool waved his hand and said, "Hurry up! Pull some hair down and give it to me, hurry up!"

"Hair? Do you want my hair???"

Xingli covered her long golden hair and couldn't figure it out for a moment.

Taozhaide hurriedly said, "Yes! When you were talking about the piano just now, the strings are made of ponytail hair, right? Since ponytail hair can be made, human hair can naturally be made! I am debtored, Yue Si and Minglan's hair is not as long as you do. So you lend me a little hair!"

As soon as this said, Xingli was not displeased at all because this guy compared himself to a horse. On the contrary, Xingli nodded happily and pulled it on his hair a few times. A few golden hair fell directly into her hand and handed it to Taozhaide.

Tao Zhaide was not vague. He put the Han Yuqin in his hand on the ground. He simply squeezed Xingli's hair and stretched out his hand. The cold air penetrated into the inside of these hairs. The tissues in them were frozen more firmly, strengthening the strength of these hairs. At the same time, it did not affect the golden luster of the hair itself. Instead, it looked even more golden against the backdrop of the faint frost and cold atmosphere.

Holding these treated hairs, Taozhaide waved his hand at Han Yuqin on the ground, and the strings made of ice silk were shattered one after another. At this time, he turned his head and looked at the foolish prince who was already stunned on the other side, and suddenly shouted: "Hey! Don't stand still! Aren't you very good at tuning the piano? I have already prepared the strings for you, you can adjust them! Hurry!"

"Oh...oh! I understand! I understand!"

Prince Wushui took the golden strings in a panic and put them in his palm to feel them. After getting it, his face changed! A look of joy surged out! Then, he twisted the strings on the Han Yuqin without saying a word. After only a few breaths, he had already wrapped the strings around the strings and pressed them on them.

Just from the speed of a person changing the strings, you can see the person's knowledge and proficiency in music.

Zhuge Weiwo, who was watching coldly and planning to laugh at the joke, could no longer laugh.

The Prince, then took a deep breath, raised his head and looked up at the imperial carriage, imagining the jade hand that stretched out from the gauze curtain just now... and her voice, and her understanding of music theory.

At this moment, the wind... seemed to have stopped.

The sun, which was about to fall into the distance and then completely took away the fiery red in the sky, seemed to have become interested and stopped moving in the air.

In the silence, the prince's hand finally raised and landed on the golden strings.

But the first sound was slightly made, and the sound emitted immediately spread throughout the audience! As the sound of the piano came to the face, the cool breath blew away the scorching heat that had covered the square for the whole day.

The sound of the piano is lingering~~~ it is like being infatuated.

From the beginning, I was a little restrained, I quickly became completely immersed in it.

Prince Wushui's hands were rising and falling on this cold jade zither, and the rhythmic lively tone intertwined in the air to form a melody and emanated.

Listening to these piano sounds, Taozhaide couldn't help but feel a little moved and whispered to Xingli beside him: "Your hair is of good quality, are the hairs of the ancestors so good?"

Xingli smiled slightly and moved a step to the side: "I'm very surprised that the Lord of Guanghan Palace is so good at strengthening his hair."

Tao Zhaide leaned against Xingli again and said with a smile: "There are some weapons in my palace from time to time to enchant me. Making your hair stronger is just a trivial matter~~~~!"

In the sound of the piano that exudes a cold breath, Xingli stood a step aside again, and at the same time covered his blonde hair with his hands, and smiled sweetly at Tao Zhaide.

Back to the piano sound, the music style begins to gradually change.

Zhuge Wei and others present could still hear the coolness at the beginning. This is a famous music "Xia Si" from the Second Class. The sound of the piano is like flowing water. It is really a great song to cool down when the summer is full of summer.

But... but, when it hit the back, the tone of "Summer Solar" began to slowly change.

From a song that was originally relaxed, lively and pleasant, it gradually became lingering and colorful.

Prince Wushui's eyes no longer looked at the strings in his hand.

He raised his head, like the tone in his song, looking forward to the imperial guard.

Looking at the gauze curtain, I imagined the jade man behind the gauze curtain.

I recall that I didn’t want to come to this country of Thick Land from my hometown, Wushui Kingdom, and from the beginning, I followed my father’s orders to seek help, and to this city where I was reluctant to come to ask for a good friend.

Then, looking back on the hardships over the past ten days, the original aggrieved, disappointed, despair, and helplessness, all these negative emotions have accumulated and nowhere to burst in the chest!

However, when the hand stretched out, when the sound came... listening to the woman's analysis of music theory and proficiency in the piano sound. At the same time, she was so confident and so tactful...

All the dissatisfactions that were blocked in the chest disappeared at this moment.

Instead, there are only those revived, unexpressed feelings, and unspeakable words. The beating notes between the fingers gather into a song without any song, which is completely a piano sound that moves with the mood...

The music bloomed.
Chapter completed!