Su Shi, a great writer of the Song Dynasty, once wrote a poem like this: Ten years of life and death are vague, and if you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. There is no place to talk about desolation, even if you meet each other, you will not recognize it, your face is covered with dust and your temples are as frost.

Unfortunately, Peijiu had not waited for ten years. Three months after Baiyi left, the fat Taoist priest came to her house again. Peijiu looked behind the fat Taoist priest with hope. But after looking for a long time, his back was still empty. The white figure did not appear in her sight as imagined. Then he hugged her and said to her softly: "I'm back."

Everything was just a fantasy. The fat Taoist priest's words broke all her fantasies over the past three months: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault that I failed to protect him."

With just one sentence, Peijiu felt a dizzy moment before her eyes, and then she fainted. The fat Taoist priest panicked. Unexpectedly, this sentence of his own caused such great harm to others. Not only did he blame himself, but he also blamed the person for what he said, "What should he do if a girl has a big or two flaws?"

The fat Taoist priest wanted to complain, but who knew that there was a thunder in the clear sky. The fat Taoist priest shivered and did not dare to complain anymore. He put the girl flat on the ground, pointed his fingers into swords, and gently tapped the girl's forehead, muttering something in his mouth, and saw a little golden light in the air merged into the girl's forehead. The fat Taoist priest nodded: "It's almost done."

As soon as the fat Taoist priest finished speaking, Peijiu moved his eyelashes and opened his eyes: "Oh, after all, the fate is over, it's all." After the girl said, two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Wuliang Tianzun, donor, just be open to it. I will say goodbye and take care of myself." The fat Taoist priest smiled and nodded, his body slowly faded, and finally disappeared.

"It turns out to be a god. Thank you for your advice." Peijiu smiled slightly, stood up from the ground, wiped away her tears, and went back to her boudoir like no one, closed the door, sat in front of the dressing table, and dressed up carefully. What she thought to herself was that since the white clothes were gone, she could not survive in the world. She planned to wash and dress up and see him, and to see him with her most beautiful appearance.

While dressing up, Peijiu accidentally touched her waist, where there was a bamboo flute given to him by white clothes. Peijiu untied the bamboo flute and looked carefully. This flute originally made of bamboo began to turn jade after playing with white clothes day and night. Peijiu didn't understand why.

Looking at the bamboo flute, not only did he remember the past, but he couldn't help but feel sad when he saw the objects and thought of others. Peijiu could no longer be strong, and tears fell down his cheeks again. Many of the tears fell on the bamboo flute and melted directly into the bamboo flute. The bamboo flute that was originally a little jade-turned has now been completely transformed into the jade-turned light.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Maybe the crying was a little loud, and the little maid outside the door heard it. She was afraid that something would happen to Peijiu, so she asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm just a little uncomfortable." Peijiu stopped crying, wiped her tears, looked up at the bronze mirror, and Zhuang was already crying.

Pei Jiu smiled: "The smoke and clouds dissipate with the wind, and the illusion turns into a golden pine tree.

The love of the world is broken and the relationship between the roots and the fate is destroyed. It is all empty. Xiaoyue, I'm a little cold to get a brazier."

"Miss, you're cold in just a few months?" The little maid outside the door was a little surprised. What's wrong with Miss?

"If you ask you to go, go quickly, don't be silly." Peijiu said with some annoyance.

"Oh okay, I'll go right away." The little maid went there quickly. After a while, she walked in with a steaming brazier and placed it in front of Peijiu."

"Go down." After sending the maid away, Peijiu threw the jade flute that the white clothes gave him into the brazier. She thought that since everyone had left, there was no need to keep things around to avoid seeing things and thinking about others. Who knew that after the bamboo flute was put into the brazier, the fire in the brazier suddenly rose and then disappeared. Looking at the bamboo flute, it was basically intact. Only the end inserted into the brazier was exposed with black patterns. Peijiu saw that it was impossible to burn it, so she had to take it out again, wipe it with a cloth, and pin it on her waist again.

Life has basically returned to normal. As the days have gone, she gradually forgot that a man in white clothes and white hair appeared in her life. However, she would wake up in her dreams many nights, and dreamed of his face full of blood. She woke up to look at the bamboo flute, and then went to bed, and had a peaceful sleep until dawn.

The imperial edict of the court also arrived soon. Xuan Peijiu entered the palace to be a concubine. General Manager Yang was happy. The banquet was held for three days and three nights. The so-called "repeat mat" was the delicious dishes on this table. People would eat them when they came. After the meal, they would be removed before they left. Then they would serve the dishes and wait for the next wave. Such banquets could not be afforded by families like General Manager Yang, who had a lot of income a year, only invited by officials or rich men.

On the afternoon of the third day, Peijiu was packing things because she was going to go to the palace to serve the emperor tomorrow. This was the maid Xiaoyue came in: "Miss, someone looked for you at the door and said he wanted to buy your flute. Do you think you would go out and see if you would or would I drive him away?"

"It's good if you buy flutes, take me to see this person." The little maid Xiaoyue took Peijiu to the door. As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw a man standing at the door, shrank and stomping his feet. It seemed a bit cold. Judging from his clothes, he might be a slave worker in a house or an ordinary person.

Seeing someone behind him, the man turned around and said, "Hello Miss, I'm here to buy your flute. I wonder if you can sell it to me?"

"It's OK to sell it to you, but I want to know how you know that I have a flute here. I remember I have never told anyone." Peijiu said with a smile. She always felt that something was strange about this, but she couldn't tell what was strange about it.

"You haven't said it doesn't mean that others don't know. I have five liang of gold now. I don't know if I can buy this bamboo flute." The man said, taking out a gold brick from his arms, and the weight should be more than five liang.

Peijiu was shocked. He really shouldn't behave like a person. "Okay, since you have such a deep sincerity, I have to give you this bamboo flute and keep it forever." Peijiu took off the bamboo flute and handed it over to the man, and at the same time took the gold brick.

The man was very happy after getting the bamboo flute. He was like seeing a baby. Suddenly the man exclaimed: "No, why does this flute have this black pattern? I remember that the flute was very clean at the beginning. Did you burn the fire?"

"Uh, yes, I was accidentally flirted with fire, sorry." Peijiu suddenly spoke incoherently, as if the person in front of her was the real master of Zhu Di.

"Forget it, it's not your fault." The man shook his head, put away the bamboo flute and left. Looking at the man's back, Pei Jiu suddenly remembered the man in white clothes and white hair. This man really looked like him.

The man stumbled outside and beat the corner outside, and finally stopped at the entrance of a dark alley, looked at no one around, and smeared his face with his hands. He saw that the man's face was like the face-changing scene in Peking Opera. He completely changed his face, his hair suddenly turned pure white, and his clothes changed from gray cloth shirt to white robe. This was no one else, but white clothes.

Baiyi picked up the bamboo flute and looked at it: "The seven emotions have been together, but the fate has come to this. Let's send her the last journey tomorrow."

In the blink of an eye, it was time for Peijiu to go to the imperial city. The entire Xuzhou city beat gongs and drums to send off the imperial concubine. Peijiu was in a bad mood. After giving the bamboo flute that day, she always felt empty when she went back. She sent someone to find the person who bought the flute, where could she find it?

But what he didn't expect was that the person who bought the flute, Baiyi, was sitting not far from the General Administration, watching her car gradually walk away. Baiyi sighed and blew the flute. The sound of the flute spread throughout Xuzhou City. Suddenly, a hint of sadness was covered in the entire Xuzhou City. People felt sad for no reason.

Peijiu naturally heard the sound of the flute. She lifted the curtain in the car and looked back. A white figure reappeared in her sight. She was holding the bamboo flute she sold yesterday. Peijiu was choked up for a moment. Unexpectedly, the two met again, and she could not go back.

Suddenly, yellow sand flew behind the white clothes, and a person came out of the yellow sand in the sky. It was Kowloon.

Kowloon walked to Baiyi and sat down: "Mr. Feng, you are not doing this. Now half of China is abnormal. If you have something to do, say don't blow it. Waiter, have a good wine for seven or eight jars. We will have to get drunk today until we finish it!"

"Okay, the wine is coming."

Bai Yi drank the last bowl of wine in one go, wiped her mouth after drinking it: "Old Chen, thank you for listening to my story. To be honest, I have been holding him in my heart for so long. I said it today and felt much more comfortable."

"Sir, just be happy. Do you want to have another jar of wine? You finally come to me this time." Before Old Chen finished speaking, Baiyi's phone rang. It was Xinhao who called. Baiyi smiled: "I feel so bad, I guess I'm going to work hard again."
Chapter completed!