"Go on with the lute." The group of people quickly moved and stood in a half circle, revealing the speaker in the middle of them.
Li Qiufeng walked stiffly and slowly towards the door as if he got cramp in his legs. It took him quite a while to walk up to the man. Then Li Qiufeng got a chair for the man and asked San to serve him tea.
"Good evening, Master Nima." Li Qiufeng fell to the ground on his knees in front of the man.
What sort of person Master Nima was? Why was everyone afraid of him? The full name of Master Nima was Nima Ciren. He was a nobleman of the Zang nationality and had free access to the Imperial Palace. Except for his father and the Emperor, he feared no-one. It was said that he was ruthless and lecherous. He had always lived in the capital but recently he returned to this town and planned to spend the summer at this summer resort.
Nima ignored Li Qiufeng and walked up to Ci. "Play a tune for me."
Ci raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. He was nearly middle-aged and had sharp, penetrating eyes. His gaze was like a stab into Ci's heart and brought her a sense of disgust. Ci frowned and looked away from him.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to play the lute for me?" Nima wasn't angry; instead, he smiled, "Anyway, I like your stubborn spirit."
Li Qiufeng looked at Ci with imploring eyes because he couldn't afford to offend Nima.
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