"Oh, since it is a song form composed by the Former Emperor Wen, could you please share it with us promptly?" Li Shimin was not only a famously benevolent ruler in history but also a poet brimming with talents. Perhaps due to their shared interests, he appeared particularly excited at the moment.
"To create a better atmosphere, please wait a moment, I'll ask Uncle to call the musician."
"I know how to play some instruments. May I know which one the young master needs?" Zi Yi's voice was soft and slender, sweet as honey yet light as water; light as the wind, ethereal and melodious.
"The Guzheng."
While the waiter went to fetch the Guzheng, you walked over to Zi Yi. By now, you were as tall as Zi Yi, who was about 165 cm, a standard height, especially her towering chest, immensely majestic, almost making it hard for you to extricate yourself. You cleared your throat and whispered to Zi Yi, "I'll hum a tune; can you play it?"