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    The carriage galloped away on the official road, and the sunlight penetrated the gaps in the leaves and fell on the roof of the carriage, leaving mottled traces.

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    After a short journey, the coachman tightened the reins in his hands. The horse raised its front hooves and slowly stopped. Once it stopped, it lowered its head to the ground and panted heavily.

    Ling Xiaoruo nodded to the young master in white and said, "Thank you, young master."

    The young man in white held a jade flute and smiled at her and said, "You're welcome."

    After Ling Xiaoruo said that, she lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, and the young man in white also followed her out of the carriage. After getting off the carriage, Ling Xiaoruo looked around and found that they were standing in front of the archway of a village. She raised her head and looked  Look at the archway. There are three words "Shangyuan Village" written on it.

    The young man in white asked the coachman to wait under the archway, while he himself walked towards the inside.  When Ling Xiaoruo looked at his figure walking away slowly, he actually felt a little sad.

    After being stunned for a moment, she patted her head and said in a low voice: "Am I really a nymphomaniac?"

    Ling Xiaoruo waved his hand coolly, then turned around and continued walking on the official road.

    She tied her torn clothes into a knot haphazardly. Because her clothes were a little weird, people walking on the official road couldn't help but look sideways.

    Ling Xiaoruo never cared about people's opinions, she walked quickly forward on her own, planning her future path along the way.  When welcoming the bride, Xi Niang gave her some broken silver, but she had already spent some when drinking herbal tea. According to the cost-to-value ratio, if she wanted to survive in ancient times, she had to find a job.  yes.

    Just as she was thinking about it, Ling Xiaoruo suddenly felt a cool breeze coming from behind her. She turned around and asked in surprise: "Who is it?"

    However, before she could see clearly what the person looked like, she saw a huge linen bag sweeping towards her head. She struggled to escape, but the lightning-fast movements gave her no time to do so.  No reaction, and in an instant, her whole body was covered in a linen bag.

    After Ziran put Ziqing into the linen bag, he found a rope and tied the flap. After he tied the knot, he clapped his hands and said, "It's me!"

    It was dark inside the linen pocket. Ling Xiaoruo held the pocket with both hands, frowning and saying in disgust, "Why do you keep lingering? Why did you put me in such a rotten thing? Do you understand what human rights are? Let me out!"  This Ziran not only followed her like a ghost, but also put her in his pocket. It was really abominable!

    Ziran raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "Human rights? I gave you too much human rights before, so that's why you caused so much trouble for me? You actually said that I was scornful of you? Is this what a daughter should say?  "When he thought of this woman taking off her clothes on the official road and saying that he was frivolous towards her, he felt itchy with hatred. In his twenty-three years of life, he had never been so embarrassed!

    Ling Xiaoruo knew that she couldn't get out, but even if she couldn't get out, she wouldn't let him have an easy time. She retorted: "A war is always deceitful, do you care what method is used?"

    "You" Ziran's unruly tone made Ziran a little angry, and he wanted to punch her and knock her out.  However, as he never hit a woman, he finally stopped in the air while punching. Finally, with a drop of his hand, he sealed Ziqing's mute points and several key points on his body. Then, he twisted the flap of his linen bag.  Zhu Ziqing flew along the official road.

    That night, because Zi Qing spoke freely, Zi Ran trapped her in a linen bag for the whole night, and Ling Xiaoruo finally fell into a sleepy sleep after greeting Zi Ran's ancestors countless times.

    The next morning, when the sun was just shining on the earth, Ziran woke up Ling Xiaoruo. After opening his linen bag, he quickly touched several of Ling Xiaoruo's acupuncture points with his fingers, and then said to her seriously: "I  After sealing your acupuncture points, you will feel weak and weak except for walking today. In addition, because your speech is not surprising, I will deprive you of the right to speak today!" Zi Qing behaved erratically. Where to go today  It was so majestic and solemn that it did not allow her to make any mistakes, because the swords of the Royal Guardsmen were not discerning.

    "Well" Ling Xiaoruo stared and wanted to speak, but the result was a weak mosquito-like sound.

    Ziran ignored Ziqing and found a woman to change her clothes, then took her out of the inn and headed towards the Lancang River.

    The Lancang River starts from the Gertu Snow Mountain in the west of Moxi. Where it originates, there is a network of rivers, chaotic currents, and dense lakes and swamps. The upstream is rugged with rugged peaks, and animals and birds are singing. It winds all the way east, passing through Linnan, and then all the way to the south.  It crosses Yindong in the east and merges into the vast East China Sea.

    The Lancang River in Linnan is wide and rises in the morning and recedes in the evening. Due to the huge water flow,As a result, a large area of ??alluvial plain was formed on the river side.

    When he arrived at the bank of the river, Ling Xiaoruo, who was originally angry, looked around and his eyes widened in surprise, temporarily forgetting the depression of being restrained.

    At this time, the wide embankment was already filled with crowds of people watching.  Looking again at the mighty river, there are more than ten exquisite paintings parked in the vast mist. The leading boat has windows and railings mainly made of vermilion, while the top is a double-eaves veranda roof, with an upturned tail and bright yellow  The glazed tiles sparkle under the sunlight.

    "The emperor's painting boat is really exquisite!" Ling Xiaoruo followed Ziran as she walked all the way. As she walked, she heard a scholar raising his fan and pointing at the painting boat in praise. After hearing this, she learned that the painting boat headed by him was actually the emperor's painting boat.

    Your Majesty?  When Ling Xiaoruo heard this word, her eyebrows were raised high, and she looked back carefully at the leader of the boat. Will she be lucky enough to see the legendary emperor in her lifetime?  So, does it mean that her time travel is not in vain?

    When Zi Ran, who was walking in front, saw Zi Qing looking around, he turned around and took a few steps back. He whispered behind Zi Qing: "Stop looking and let's go!"

    After hearing this, Ling Xiaoruo started to move his feet, but his head kept turning.

    Ziran took Ling Xiaoruo along the river embankment toward the painting boat at the back. Willows were hanging down on the embankment. The breeze blew, and the branches swayed with the wind, like a woman's slender figure.

    When they arrived at the fifth boat, there was a scribe standing beside the wooden plank leading to the boat. When the scribe saw Ziran, he nodded to him and asked, "May I ask where the master's invitation is?"

    Ziran took out an exquisite invitation card from his sleeve and handed it to the scribe, then said to him: "This is the maid in my house."

    After reading the invitation, the scribe glanced at Ling Xiaoruo next to Ziran, then nodded and said: "Master, please come to the boat."

    Ziran walked up, and Ling Xiaoruo followed him onto the boat. She stared at Ziran's pure white figure, and then she realized that his black hair, which was tied casually behind him in the past, was neatly tied up.  Above the head.

    Looking at his ethereal figure in white clothes, Ling Xiaoruo began to think thoughtfully. Come to think of it, Ziran was not a simple martial artist. Otherwise, how could he board such an exquisite boat?  His true identity is probably either rich or noble!

    Ling Xiaoruo followed all the way up. Once he reached a high place, the scenery of the river was completely in his eyes.

    The smoke on the boat is light and the blue sun is faint.

    In fact, at this moment, she would be lying if she said she was not excited. As a modern person, she has never seen such a magnificent scenery. Many of the unsatisfactory feelings she felt before were relieved by this beautiful scenery.  The suffocated air in his chest was instantly released, and his whole body suddenly became enlightened like the surface of a mighty river.

    "Girls, are you coming to watch the dragon boat race too?" Just as I was sighing at the wonder of the world's scenery, I heard a gentle and jade-like voice coming from beside me.

    Ling Xiaoruo looked for the sound, but saw a young man in white with dark hair and a white jade hairpin standing next to her. He had a usual spring breeze smile on his face, and the wind blew from the river.  He picked up the corners of his pure white clothes and swayed his wide sleeves, carrying a fragrance like green bamboo.

    This man with a smile like a peach blossom in full bloom was not the man in white who rescued her yesterday. Who was that young man in white?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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