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Qin Lulu was wild with joy. Not caring about the wet feeling on her body, she stood up and made a circle. She was so excited that she jumped up like a little mouse that had stolen the cheese.

She looked around Qin City's room. In the center of the room, there was a letter on a sandalwood table. The three large words, 'Book of Leaving', caught her attention.

She sat on a high stool and opened the letter that Qin City dared not open. Jiang Lian's beautiful words were very beautiful, but the contents were unbearable to look at. Qin Lulu hastily read it, put the letter back, and then put it on the table.

Qin City, thank you. Since I have taken your body, I will definitely avenge you.

"Miss, this servant has already prepared a bowl of ginger soup for you. Miss, don't just stand there. Quickly follow me to the bathing pool, you still have to ask Qian mama to boil a bowl of ginger soup for you. What would happen if Miss gets cold?"

The sound of the Honeyflower outside the door softly broke Qin Lulu's train of thoughts. She responded to it and got up to follow the Honeyflower's footsteps. She observed the general's manor along the way, vaguely remembering more than half of it.

The two of them left in a hurry. Not long later, Honeyflower stopped in her tracks and stood at the door of a room that looked exactly the same to Qin Lulu, inviting her to enter.

After entering, Qin Lulu discovered that there was a different world. Behind the screen was a space that was not smaller than her previous life's apartment. In the middle, there was a large pebbled pond, filled with rose petals and emitting bursts of heat.

He didn't expect Jiang Lian to be so extravagant as a mere general. Not to mention that the general's manor was ridiculously huge, there was even such a large hot spring pool. He really didn't know which dynasty this was, and it couldn't be seen from their attire.

She was not used to being seen naked by the maids. As she slowly stepped into the hot spring, the warmth of the water immediately caused her to moan in comfort.

"Sunflower, let them go down first. I want to talk to you alone."

"Yes."

Qin Lulu backed away the other maids. While Sunflower was wiping her shoulders with a towel, she asked in a seemingly casual manner.

"Hey Sunflower, have you heard about the story of Yang Yuhuan, Imperial Consort Yang?"

"Miss, this servant has never heard of it. May I ask who Miss is referring to, Miss?"

Honeyflower looked cute and cute. His apricot eyes were big and round. At this moment, he was looking at Qin Lulu with a puzzled expression. Qin Lulu had a favorable impression of this young girl.

Sunflower was a maid of the Prime Minister's Mansion after all. Since she didn't know who Consort Yang was, this place definitely wouldn't be in the Tang Dynasty or its later dynasties.

"Oh, it's fine. I was just casually asking. Since you've never heard of it before, I'll tell you about it."

Qin Lulu then narrated the story of Yang Yuhuan to Honeyflower, who listened to it with relish.

"Miss, then this Yang Imperial Concubine is too pitiful! "But what did you say? Tang, what is the sect?"

"It's fine, Sunflower. These are just the stories I read in Teacher's book. Since you like them, I'll tell you more in the future."

"Thank you, xiaojie!"

Qin Lulu soaked in the hot spring until her skin was almost peeling. She let the little Sunflower help her dress. She did not know how the ancient women dried her hair. The little Sunflower naturally covered her hair and slowly wiped it with silk.

"Miss's hair is so beautiful, it feels like silk to the touch."

As the little Sunflower happily said that, Qin Lulu turned around and lightly tapped the tip of her nose, "You're the only one who has such a sweet mouth."

Honeyflower looked at Qin Lulu's gorgeous smile and felt that her young miss seemed to have changed somehow. But no matter what her young miss turned into, she would always serve her loyally.

By the time Sunflower had finished combing Qin Lulu's hair and came out of the bath, it was already dusk. The sunset glow shone on her face, adding a touch of gentleness to her charming appearance. She felt a little greedy, so she let Sunflower go to the firehouse to get some snacks.

"If this was used as a tourist attraction, it would definitely make people linger around."

She did not know where she went, but she noticed that there was a tall peach tree planted in the courtyard. It was clearly a hot summer day, but the flowers on the branches were still in bloom.

Jiang Lian was engrossed in reading a military book in his study. Noticing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and looked at Qin Lulu who was standing under the tree.

What game was she playing now?

She wore a red dress, and her long hair hung down her back like a waterfall. Her white wrist slowly raised, and she placed the flower petal in her palm. A trace of grief flashed across her amber clear eyes.

He strode forward and slammed the window shut, attracting Qin Lulu's puzzled gaze.

This was crazy, he actually felt that woman's back made his heart beat like crazy.

"Miss, this servant took your daily favorite jujube mud cake …"

"Miss Ya, why did you come to Young Master's school?"

"Oh, it's alright. I was just strolling around. I saw that the tree is pretty well-kept, so I came to take a look."

"Young mistress..."

His voice faded away as Jiang Lian sat down and continued reading his books. However, the image of that man kept appearing in his mind and couldn't be forgotten.

"Miss, how does it taste?"

"... "Delicious."

Honeyflower looked at Qin Lulu's moving lips and thought to herself, What a pitiful young miss. Although she had been humiliated several times by Young Master, but she couldn't help but secretly visit him in his study. Her heart ached when she saw this, but she didn't dare to say anything more no matter how anxious she and Young Master were.

Qin Lulu tasted the jujube cake and felt the wet touch. A sweet and bitter taste spread from her tongue, but she still forced herself to eat a piece when she saw the wistful look on the Sunflower's face as it eagerly looked at her.

"Miss, why aren't you eating? Eat more. You haven't eaten much since lunch. There's still an hour until dinner."

"Sunflower, I suddenly lose my appetite and don't want to eat anymore."

"Alright, then Miss, this servant will help comb your hair."

She looked into the copper mirror at herself and the sesame seed flower. It was as if her hair had come to life in the hands of the sunflower, and in a short period of time, it had become a beautiful bun that she did not know what was called.

"Miss, what kind of hairpin do you want to wear?" This servant thinks that this one will look good. "

She held up a golden hairpin inlaid with gems and tassels, but Qin Lulu felt that the hairpin was a bit tacky. She casually picked up a rather pleasing silver hairpin and gave it to her.

"This one."

"Yes."

Sunflower obediently took the hairpin and put it on her head. Qin Lulu felt a little bored and said.

"Sunflower, is there anything fun?"

"Ah, miss, what did you say?"

"Oh, I mean, something interesting to amuse me with."

"Miss, are you bored? Why don't you try embroidering it? Miss's Lil 'Red is the best …"

"No, no."

While saying this, Sunflower took out a sewing bag from the drawer of the cabinet at the side. Qin Lulu's head was big, so she temporarily gave up on communicating with her.

"Sunflower, let me tell you another story."

Qin Lulu could not help but open her mouth. The ancient people did not have anything that could divert time. She and Sunflower just sat there foolishly for a quarter of an hour, and there was nothing she could do about it. She told her story for almost an hour, until Qin Lulu's throat became incomparably dry.

"Hey Sunflower, is this really your first time hearing all these stories?"

"That's right, young miss. These stories are so interesting. I'm afraid even the lord hasn't heard of them."

This didn't make sense. She had almost told all of the famous characters' stories in history, but why was there no reaction from the incense burner at all?

Qin Lulu finished the bowl of tea that the Sunflower had poured for her and lay on the table in despair. She felt the cold touch of the wood on her cheek and suddenly asked.

"Cough cough, Little Sunflower, what year is it this year?"

She had almost forgotten. Although she couldn't pretend to have lost her memory, she could pretend to have forgotten what it was like today.

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