The eighth day after the rain is the annual Lotus Festival in Luocheng. As the organizer of the Luo family, Luo Wuyou has naturally become much busier these days than usual.

Because Qinjiu was left aside, she was wandering around outside without doing anything all day.

The brothels and restaurants in the gambling houses have made a fortune in the past few days because of Qin Jiu's arrival. They are all offering Qin Jiu as their ancestors, who would ask for money from her? Not to mention that their master is Luo Wuyou, who is the person who is most likely to be the mistress of the Luo family, so naturally he has to serve him harder.

But why did their future mistress come to the house after getting tired of those places?

The moment Qin Jiu stepped into the gate of Nanfeng Pavilion, the madam was shocked! Isn’t this the amazing girl brought by the master some time ago? It is said that she is not the candidate for the future mistress of the Luo family? Why did she come to them today? I felt a little nervous!

"Master Mu, open a room for me and find three smart young men to come over!"

"This..." The madam was helpless.

"If you have nothing to do, you can do it!"

"Ah, no!" When Qin Jiu called him, the madam's hair shook twice. Her hand with orchid fingers raised suddenly protected her chest with force. The posture made Qin Jiu understand at a glance.

"Don't think too much about playing mahjong!"

"Mahjong?" Thinking of this emerging entertainment method that was circulating in Hongyanfang, the madam finally calmed down.

Others don't know, but he was lucky enough to accompany his young master to the imperial capital of the North Wind Kingdom, and of course he knew exactly what Qin Jiu's origin was. So he did not regard the pure and good-looking amnesia girl in front of him as an ordinary woman. Just like a tiger with teeth pulled out, it was still a tiger. Although he had amnesia, he could still see the hidden sharpness between Qin Jiu's eyebrows and eyes - once the sharp blade was out of the sheath, it would make the sun and the moon look shy.

When he ordered Mr. Gui to summon the young master, the madam served him earnestly.

Qin Jiu, who was sitting lazily on the soft couch with her chin, heard the sound of musical instruments that looked like a pipa but not a pipa from the next room. Qin Jiu only felt something awakening in her mind. So, while the feeling had not yet dissipated, she hurried out and pushed open the door next door.

"Brother, can I use the instrument in your hand?"

The young man who was learning to play guitar looked at her and his eyes immediately looked straight. He only woke up from the warning from the madam who was following her and carefully sent the guitar on.

The moment she picked up the guitar, that subtle and familiar feeling surged up. With a simple hand, a song naturally poured into her mind and turned into notes at her fingertips.

Is there any time to look back? Look at me again

I can't tell whether it's the red clouds in the sky or the flames you ignite

Which life is the end but can't say goodbye

Is there any burnt-out years that have turned into longing

Is it a fate or a nightmare or a disaster or a smoke from cooking you ignite

Which thought can be immortalized? Nirvana or eternal life?

The transformation into the starlight of the West is the end of your reincarnation

How long has the hourglass of nirvana flowed to eternal life

I'm gazing at your next life by the Santu River

I planted Mantara and let the memories of my previous life be deeply rooted in my mind.

How much parting can ignite the flame of the sycamore tree branch

How many five hundred years have I been in the world

Who can remember the past when the Mantara flower blooms

Whoever responds to whom's disaster becomes whose obsession

Is there any burnt-out years that have turned into longing

Is it a fate or a nightmare or a disaster or a smoke from your cooking

Who is it, who has played and sang this song for her? Why is she so sad? It seems that something important in her heart has been forgotten.

The madam and the young servant in the house saw Qin Jiu crying, and then came to their senses from the lingering music. Only then did they realize that the door was surrounded by people without realizing it, all attracted by the sad and novel songs.

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This song is my favorite ancient style singer He Tuda's "Phoenix Tribulation". The little fairies who like ancient style songs can listen to it, it's really nice!

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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