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They were just small items, won from playing chess with others. Qi Xiaomian raised the list in his hand, saying, "You've accumulated quite a fortune these days."
Huo Qi immediately put away the smug look on his face and said sheepishly, "I do have a bit more than I expected, but we are father and son; what’s mine is yours, right? The wealth I accumulate will be passed down through generations."
"Besides, although there are many items, they are all worth it. Some rare treasures, once missed, you won't find again."
After saying what he thought was reasonable, Huo Qi noticed that Qi Xiaomian remained silent and assumed the matter was settled, thinking they could continue next time. Little did he know that Qi Xiaomian intended to close the door and have a candlelit discussion!
At this moment, Huo Qi was feeling quite proud as he talked about his chess games with several ministers. Once he started, he couldn't stop. Qi Xiaomian was also willing to listen; Huo Qi's chess strategies contained many insights about leading troops.
One explained in detail while the other listened intently. Sitting on Huo Qi's lap was Two Little Treasures, who after a while of listening, found it hard to understand and began to hum out of boredom.
Sang Qingxiao listened closely; it sounded like a song, with melodies flitting about but still recognizable as pleasant. To give face to Two Little Treasures, Sang Qingxiao clapped her hands. Encouraged by her applause, Two Little Treasures sang even more energetically.
Still in tune, The Office of Censors was howling throughout the performance while Buddha Treasure occasionally chimed in with harmonies. The two of them collaborated quite well—at least they thought so.
A waft of delicious food aromas drew Two Little Treasures' attention. Huo Qi rubbed his sore ears; it was such a beautiful tune that they had turned it into this!
Sang Qingxiao casually remarked, "Where did you hear this tune? It sounds unfamiliar."
The style was vastly different from that of the Great Jing Dynasty. From Two Little Treasures' singing, Sang Qingxiao managed to piece together a small segment in her mind and instinctively hummed it out loud.
Huo Qi nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's the melody! It's very similar to what I heard!"
On the way back, he had heard a crowd gathered around to listen, completely entranced. When he saw it from afar, he thought they had lost their souls. As he got closer and understood better, he too became captivated without realizing it; hence he returned later than expected.
Did everyone find it enjoyable? Such a distinct style was suddenly accepted so easily?
"You didn't hear it yourself; there's a phrase that describes it...," Huo Qi pondered for a moment before exclaiming, "Oh! The lingering sound echoes for three days!" He felt he finally understood the meaning behind that phrase.
He couldn't figure out how they managed it; their soft singing was not loud yet clear enough for those around to hear. At just the right moments, the lyrics had perfectly timed echoes.
The lyrics conveyed the friendship of childhood sweethearts in the first part while expressing regret over being apart in the latter part. It was just an ordinary little sentiment but stirred people's hearts—especially that final sigh that nearly brought tears to his eyes.
Fortunately, he held himself together; despite suffering heavy wounds on the battlefield without shedding a single tear, crying at such a moment would truly be embarrassing beyond measure.
"Listen," Sang Qingxiao said, alert. "It's unusual for an ordinary mortal to infect so many people all at once."
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