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Chapter 144
Although He Xiangshan agreed that He Lingjiang would go to Yinsheng, he still had to make more arrangements before he could relax.

Shilang's main congratulations, the poet, has always liked the things of rangers, and he has also traveled around Dazhou.

He Xiangshan looked for him.

When he heard that the note in the copper talisman was most likely a treasure map, Poet He widened his eyes in disbelief: "It really is!"

Co-authoring what he said casually was actually true, but the mystery was not discovered at that time.

"Ling Jiang, how did you find out about it on paper?"

It's hard to tell them about Chikuo for the time being, so He Lingjiang put it another way: "I went to Yunjuguan yesterday, and by chance I got a small bottle of Huangfu Ghost's blood. After reading it, I never thought that the paper would reveal the mystery behind it."

Poet He stroked his palms with emotion: "The blood of this ghost of Huangfu is not good. I didn't expect that it would have such a miraculous effect when it was sprinkled on this paper."

He has always liked to read books about ghosts. Ancient books have recorded such ghosts, but the world rarely sees them, let alone the blood of the Huangfu ghost?
He Lingjiang nodded slightly, then asked, "Grandpa called the fourth uncle to come over, and wanted him to accompany his daughter?"

"Yeah. After all, your fourth uncle has traveled around Dazhou, so he is not unfamiliar with travel. With him and more people protecting me, I can rest assured."

When Poet He heard the words, even if Brother A didn't mention it, he also planned to volunteer.

This is a treasure hunt, and only those things he has heard of in the book, how could he miss it?

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely protect Ling Jiang." He patted his chest and vowed.

He Lingjiang glanced at him amusingly, Poet He was taken aback by her, and he felt guilty because he exaggerated his words.

If he is really in danger with such a physical means, he is afraid that he will have to turn around and let Jiang Jiang protect him.

But He Xiangshan doesn't know the truth. In his opinion, although his daughter is becoming more and more stable, after all, he has never walked outside, and he doesn't know the dangers of the world.

It's fine to have an elder by your side.

He Xiangshan looked at Poet He, and said earnestly: "Fourth, you are an elder, this trip may be dangerous on the way, you have to be careful and take good care of Ling Jiang."

Poet He smiled and said solemnly: "Brother, don't worry. I will definitely let Ling Jiang Wuyang return."

Now that the trip has been scheduled, He Lingjiang packed up here.

She went out this time, hiding the real whereabouts of everyone in the mansion, and only said that she would go out with Poet He on a trip.

Hearing this, Song Shi couldn't help frowning and muttering: "Ling Jiang is going to have a haircut in October this year, why is it good to run outside often?"

"It doesn't matter." He Xiangshan patted her hand for fear, "We are in a big week, and we don't have many constraints on women like the previous dynasty. It is also good to go out to travel and see the world while you are young."

"Hey, Master Lang, you should spoil her!" Song Shi helplessly supported her forehead, Master Lang said so, what can she do?
He Yunjia, who was sitting below, looked a little itchy, but before she could say the words, she saw He Yunchu gently shaking her head at her: "Yunjia, don't think about it."

He Yunjia wrinkled his nose and asked in a low voice, "Why can't I go out?"

"You, you know how to play." He Yunchu nodded her forehead, "But when did you see Ling Jiang go out, and it was purely for fun?"

Ling Jiang Aihua used to go out to find ores or paints, going over mountains and mountains, chiseling stones and finding materials. This is not an easy task, but she, a seemingly weak little lady, has done it all.

This is the hardship that many little ladies raised in the splendid pile can't bear.

Since Ling Jiang was injured, she has rarely gone out, but when did she go out recently, was it really just for fun?

Since Grandpa has allowed Ling Jiang to travel with his fourth uncle, he has his own plans.

They admit that they can't bear the hardships of the boat and the car, so they should not follow the trouble.

"Forget it, don't go if you don't go." He Yunjia bowed her head, and she thought it was fun, but if the road was hard, she might not be able to endure it like Ling Jiang.

She had to admit that this girl, He Lingjiang, was able to calm down and endure hardship, whether she was learning to draw and find stones before, or now she was learning swords and talismans.

I can't blame her for being more calm.

He Yunjia turned his head to look at He Lingjiang, who was sitting quietly beside him. Perhaps sensing her gaze, He Lingjiang smiled at her.

Damn it!Her face is so pretty!

He Yunjia held her beating heart and glared at her fiercely.

"Fifth sister?" He Lingjiang tilted his head in confusion.

He Yunjia snorted at her and turned her head to ignore her.

Seeing her childishness, He Yunchu couldn't help laughing. He stepped forward and pulled He Lingjiang and said, "It will be the Shang Si Festival in two days, so Jiang Jiang has been traveling for a long time. I'm afraid it will take a long time to return home."

"You have to spend the last festival with us, and then set off"

"Yeah!" He Yunjia couldn't care less about competing with He Lingjiang, "You have to spend the Shang Si Festival with us!"

"That's natural." He Lingjiang nodded with a smile.

The third day of the third lunar month, the Shangsi Festival, is the day of "Yao". Since ancient times, there has been the custom of holding ominous sacrificial rituals on the waterfront.

However, up to now, in addition to repairing, it is mainly based on outings and feasts.

On this day, the whole city is full of men and women, men, women and children, all dressed in costumes, and they come out of the city, which can be described as a grand scene.

On the banks of the Rushui River, the willows Yiyi are beautiful in spring, but there is a tendency to be bald when viewed up close.

Legend has it that wicker has the effect of exorcising evil spirits, so on this day, people will weave and fold wicker and wear them on their bodies.

He Yunjia stood on tiptoe and broke a wicker.

"Lingjiang, do you want it?" She asked He Lingjiang, who was walking with an umbrella.

He Lingjiang shook his head: "I can't, let's leave some respect for Willow."

She had heard that the willows of Baqiao were given to others by the willows, and the willows were shattered by fierce hands.I never thought that the willow tree on the banks of the Rushui River in Linchuan would also have a day when the top would not be guaranteed.

"The willow tree is very easy to grow. After this festival, there will be fewer tourists. In a few days, it will grow into the healthy wicker it used to be."

He Yunjia weaved the wicker in his hand into a wreath and put it on his head: "You really don't want it?"

"No." He Lingjiang looked at the green wreath on her head and shook her head firmly again.

This wicker to exorcise evil spirits, she is neither human nor ghost, so she should not wear it.

"It's boring." He Yunjia muttered to her.

He Lingjiang raised his brows and looked at her: "Is it really so fun to wear a garland? I thought that only children would like to wear it..."

He Yunjia couldn't say anything to her, so he had to snort: "Let's go, sister is still waiting for us."

(End of this chapter)