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But again, because of the wide range and the many strings, and the fact that it required both the right and left hands to play continuously, it required incredible fingering technique.

The girl on the stage was obviously very skilled. When the notes continuously poured from her fingers, it seemed to be able to lead people into a battle of horses. They could see the depiction of the heroic pride of the desert and the blood gushing onto the battlefield. The energy spurred by a thousand horses was seemingly right before them.

She flicked her left hand, and the technique between her right fingers was dazzling.

Knead, slip, press, and tremble, every sound was amazingly accurate!

At this moment, no one thought that the traditional musical instrument, the konghou, would be any lesser than the harp in Western music.

The konghou seemed to have come alive in her hands!

It traveled through thousands of years, bringing back the sounds of the long river of history from time to time.

Some people were completely immersed in the sounds.

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the career woman sitting beside him, "Sister, this is the Qiao Nian I told you about. How about it? Isn't she very

person present who knew Qiao Nian's identity. Except for Nie Mi, she was the only one who knew

playing the konghou at the scene, she seemed calmer than the others. But her calmness broke when

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was truly proud of himself for his great judgment. "Yeah, she's the same girl I told you I met at Qing University.

Wen Ruxia was speechless.

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grades. She had even scored full marks in the examination. In order to prevent other schools from poaching her, the Qing University higher-ups deliberately dragged their feet

was drinking tea with Nie Mi before, and when she saw Nie Mi sending a message to "Zhui Guang", she thought, Zhui Guang was beautiful indeed, but with that odd temperament, she didn't look like a good, well-behaved girl. She

was losing her composure now. She looked up at her nephew with a complicated expression and said,