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That man carried a zither and stood outside the side room by the side of the great hall for an hour.

He was very good-looking, not even good enough to describe it, rather, it was more appropriate to say that he was surprised — almonds like small white cheeks, long and thin eyebrows, a pair of bright golden eyes that were different from normal people, straight and straight under the nose of a jade, a red spot on his lips without a single emotion, lightly pursed without saying a word. "Her thin figure was covered in a long, white robe that was as straight as a piece of paper. Her long, black hair, which was like a curtain of rain, was loose at the end and tied with a silk ribbon of lotus leaves.

The young Palace Maid were even more delayed in cleaning the palace, as they jostled and jostled, looking far into the distance towards the entrance of the palace. The men clucked their tongues in wonder, the women curiously and shyly, and when they went in and out, they softly and quietly laughed.

Regarding the reactions of these outsiders, Shier Hong did not feel a thing. He was neither nervous nor at ease. He just stood straight where he was. From time to time, his gaze would drift to the guqin in his arms, then wander aimlessly elsewhere. The man seemed to be frozen in place, in the midst of the palace people who came and went.

The man's eyes were filled with confusion. He was unable to remember how he entered the palace, where he was before, and where he was going now. He tried his best to remember, but as soon as he focused his mind and thought about it, the hidden red lotus at the corner of his forehead would suddenly heat up like a burning flame and cause great pain throughout his entire body.

He tried a few times, but still failed to clear his mind. He could not help but reveal a regretful expression. His arm that was holding Qin Qing couldn't help but tighten. Was it because of the reincarnation of his last life?

It wasn't like Shier Hong couldn't remember everything from before. For example, he clearly knew that he wasn't human. His identity was a bit special, and his ability was unknown, but he could still be considered to have some ability. He vaguely remembered his original body from thousands of years ago, but couldn't remember the sequence of events. Although he couldn't remember many of the things that had happened, he still understood his own situation. His body had been cast a thousand year spell — a spell that gave him 12 reincarnations, and gave him a life of reincarnation. Every 300 years, with the beginning of each new cycle, he would gradually lose some of his memories of the past. Afterwards, he would be fragmented and blur as he began a new face, a new identity, a new life.

The Profound realm, the year of the Emperor Xun.

Not long after the new era began, the capital city of Qin Creek, as if overnight, erected a famous Qin Pavilion — the Fu Su Pavilion. In addition to his completely different appearance from the rest of the world, the man was also exceptionally shrewd and had an endless amount of wealth. With lightning speed, he quickly made his way through the vast and ancient shops, inns, wine shops, granary and silo factory without end … He was honored as the 'son of a rich family in the business world' and was widely regarded as a member of the famous Xu family from the Four Great Clans.

This was Shier Hong's twelfth reincarnation, and also his last reincarnation.

It's like receiving some kind of punishment... If it was divine retribution, 12 times should be enough, right? This damned, endless... A long and boring life. The corner of Twelve Rainbow's mouth curled up in a self-deprecating manner. She lowered her head and stared at the zither in her embrace as she muttered, "Although I don't remember who gave you to me …" But you seem to be important to me. "Every time you open your eyes, the first thing you see is your own unconscious grip on you.

The man's beautiful eyes shone with golden light, as if he was injured. It seemed as if his eyes had dimmed down a bit … I can't remember, that... A woman who always smiles.

Shier Hong?

Suddenly, an ice-cold voice came out from behind the man. Shier Hong was startled, he turned his head and saw a tall figure jumped down from the vermillion roof, which was not far away. The newcomer was dressed in black, with a great sword at his waist and long black boots on his back. He had long, black hair that fluttered in the wind, and his face was white and red. He had a faint smile on his face, and in less than a second, he appeared in front of Shier Hong as he landed slowly with his hands in the air.

Looking at you, your eyes are lifeless. You've probably lost some of your memories.

Shier Hong stared straight at the man in black robes for a long time, before he suddenly hesitated, as a hoarse and uncertain question came out of his throat. Season?

A few memories suddenly popped up in his mind. On the day that the Emperor Xun ascended the throne, everyone's attention was focused on the inauguration ceremony. In his previous life, he was an old official of the previous dynasty, and he even had a few words of courtesy with the patriarch of the Luo Clan, the one who worshipped the Sorcerer.

The man named Luo Rongji seemed to be extremely familiar with Shier Hong's situation. Without holding back, he stretched out his arm and lifted the golden-eyed man's long hair, revealing the fine red lotus on Shier Hong's forehead. Luo Rongji went over to take a closer look, lowered his hand and was about to leave, then turned his head and spoke slowly. Shier Hong, looks like you really aren't deceiving me. This is really your last reincarnation.

Shier Hong was still in a daze, he raised his hands to cover his forehead, seeing the man turn and leave, he suddenly became anxious, Eh, where are you going?

Luo Rongji sneered, he raised his arm and waved it, leaving Shier Hong, who was standing at the same spot, to have his back facing the wind, what? Do you still want me to stay? You're going to have a true personality in your last life? After he finished speaking, he even laughed a few times.

Shier Hong was furious, he raised his sleeves to chase him away, his eyes were filled with vitality, go! You go! Who said they would keep you? Every time I reincarnate, there will always be you. I won't be able to get rid of you in this life, but when I die, I will eventually get rid of you!

Hearing that, Luo Rongji appeared on the treetop in a flash. His black hair looked like thick black willow branches behind him that formed a parrot umbrella. He gazed at the burning cloud that was about to ignite up in the sky and tilted his head as he smiled at Shier Hong who was flustered and exasperated under the tree. Then, I will bless you in advance!

In this life, there is no need to wait three hundred years.

"Pata ~ ~ ~"

At the edge of the lotus pond was a dewdrop, which rolled into the water along the green leaves.

Shier Hong woke up from his stupor and realized that he had fallen asleep while leaning against the inner wall of the carriage. He rubbed his forehead tiredly with his palms. He felt incredulous, how could he have dreamt of the past … His sight fell and his body was covered with a thin, square blanket. He was obviously Chaxianyu's — there were a few flowers embroidered crookedly at the four corners of the blanket and there was even a smile on his face.

Young master! You're awake! After waking up, Chaxianyu went to the front of the horse carriage to chat with the carriage driver. Her ears were sharp, sensing that there were movements in the carriage, she immediately pulled open the pearl curtain and jumped in, happily shouting, "Young master, did you sleep well? Master and Master Wu were at the back. We are well away from the unknown! It will soon be time for the feast …

Before she finished speaking, the heart-wrenching screams of the horses came from ahead, as though the carriage had met with some kind of obstruction, and leapt forward a few metres, causing Chaxianyu to fall straight into Shier Hong's body. If not for the man's sharp eyes grabbing hold of her and grabbing her, he would really have fallen down like a dog eating shit.

Chaxianyu covered her nose and wailed. Shier Hong didn't know whether to laugh or cry and just as he was about to extend his hand to rub it, the carriage had already stopped moving, Chaxianyu's face was full of mystery. She angrily opened the curtain and peeked out. Who is it?! Why are you blocking the way!? I almost fell to my death when I suddenly stopped …

A sharp, curved dagger was quietly resting on her neck, the cold metal that was transmitting an unfriendly feeling to her, Chaxianyu felt all the blood in her body flowing back to the top of her head, she did not dare to breathe, and only heard a thin, sharp threat by her ear, she was not allowed to move. If you dare to move, I'll kill you.

Chaxianyu stiffened her neck as goosebumps rose and fell all over her body. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a lock of golden-brown hair hanging down from her shoulder. The owner of the voice lowered his voice and pressed the dagger down again.