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                                                                                                                    音韵精奥，前不让后，后不容前，如白璧之无瑕。曲调渐入凄清，晚风动竹，细雨点萍，宾客中纵有刚硬心肠，也不禁魂为之颤。
                                                                                                                                                                紫缘娇躯倚纱，观之竟受不住琵琶份量，便要软卧绣榻似 的。不知她手指灵巧何如，每一指寸动，就像杨柳点点啜湖，清音为涟漪，一圈圈泛了开来。
                                                                                                                                                                奏到了极清之处，一个富家青年公子心神激荡，险些忍不住赞叹出来，连忙捂住嘴。并非这曲子不该赞，然而时机不对，此时一出声，便 乱了这绝顶弹奏，再如何忍不得，也非等曲终不可，当真难以压抑。
                                                                                                                                                                却又盼曲子始终不歇，一辈子听着紫缘的琵琶，再也没有可求之事。曲子终究有个收尾，紫缘手转一弧，余音荡出，悠悠飘散，一曲已终，其韵仍似轻烟不绝。
                                                                                                                                                                满场宾客听得痴了，竟无一人喝采。不知哪一人第一个梦醒，首先赞了起来。
                                                                                                                                                                第二人、第三人纷纷醒来，而后人人皆回过魂来，满场尽是如雷采声。赵平波耳际仍是萦绕着那美妙无穷的琵琶乐音，他是懂得乐理的，这一曲之高明，当真令他惊喜交集，心道：“果然名不虚传，世间竟有 此才貌俱佳的女子！”忽地想起刚才对她使强，竟觉有些过意不去。
                                                                                                                                                                紫缘站起身来，对着阁外微微躬身，回身拨开纱帐，小丫环上前来，便要合上阁门。忽听一声鏦铮，阁外有人弹奏起琴来。
                                                                                                                                                                紫缘才要回入后堂，听到琴声，陡觉脑中嗡然一响，转过身来，叫道：“小枫，先别关门！”那小丫环小枫听得吩咐，虽觉奇怪，也只是 应了一声，把门又打开来。阁外门前坐着一个少年，手抚七弦琴，弹的是一曲“高山流水”，正是文渊。
                                                                                                                          

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