Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Chapter 209 Little Taoist

With A Yishi's support, Jiang Sile slowly stepped onto the carriage that had been waiting for him for a long time. The way down the mountain was not long, but for Jiang Sile, it was not short either.

Jiang Sile, who insisted on walking all the way down, could not help but show fatigue on his face. The fine drops of sweat on his forehead were like pearls, shining brightly and reflecting light in the sun.

When Jiang Sile finally got into the car, she breathed a sigh of relief. She gently took the handkerchief from her arms and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Although from her perspective, she was sitting on the bed in her modern rental house, on the blue sheets.The touch beneath her body was also soft, just like the touch of her bed covered with a quilt, rather than the bumpy carriage that Jiang Sile was used to riding.

This can be regarded as a rare benefit of hallucination.

Jiang Sile raised the corners of his mouth, wanting to smile.

She leaned back steadily, and there seemed to be something behind her that was preventing her from lying down. It should be the wall of the carriage. Although Jiang Sile couldn't see it now, he could feel it from another aspect.

It was like two worlds merged in her world, exerting physical effects on her as well as... restrictions.

Just like if there is a place, which is a balcony in modern times and a river in ancient times, Jiang Sile will definitely die wherever he goes.

This is the worst case scenario.

But if the modern world is safe and the ancient world is dangerous - this is Jiang Sile's biggest worry in the future, and it is also the most likely pitfall and mistake.

Jiang Sile was not surprised that he might eventually die from this.

So when she realized this, she already had hidden worries in her heart.

What about the other way around?

The ancient world she was in was safe, but that location and place in the modern world was dangerous - you know, Jiang Sile lived on the seventh floor.

Falling from the seventh floor - maybe you will die?

At least with Daxia's current level of technology, if she was more lucky, she would have died on the spot, or if she was less lucky, she would have been worse off than dead.

Thinking of this, Jiang Sile couldn't help but shudder at his guess.

But these are all things in the future. Jiang Sile asked softly to another person in the car:

"So you came to pick us up in person?"

Jiang Sile leaned against the cushions on the car wall and sat comfortably while gently rubbing his knees and calves with his hands.

The walk down the mountain still made her legs tired, but now they suddenly relaxed. She could even feel the pain caused by the stretching and tearing of the muscles in her calves, and a premonition of an imminent cramp.

She lowered her head and rubbed her legs, but the question was passed to another person in the carriage.

The man was wearing a navy blue Taoist robe. The color was very stain-resistant, and he looked a little more mature.

The little Taoist priest no longer had the smiling expression of the past, and his whole body was tense, as if he was about to pounce on her and beat her, although the little Taoist priest had never been able to beat her.

Seeing Jiang Sile's appearance, he raised his eyebrows, which were a little sharper.

Just when Jiang Sile was being helped by A Yi to sit on the carriage, the smile that had always been on the face of the little Taoist priest had disappeared without a trace.

When Ayi sat in the front of the car, after leaving the car, his frown could raise several mountains.

In short, it seems that the little Taoist priest is not in a good mood today, and such a little Taoist priest... seems a bit difficult to deal with inexplicably.Jiang Sile believed in her intuition, so she couldn't help but speak first, hoping to break the stalemate.

"Ha~ Of course. Your Highness is really powerful. He can actually make you sick in a few days..."

Is this a mockery?Is it a mockery? …

Jiang Sile couldn't help but raise his head, rubbed his knees with one hand, and complained: "Gu Ke is your master..."

"How can anyone be so 'rebellious'?"

Jiang Sile's tone was resentful. Even in this situation, it was rare that she still had the heart to joke.

"Did A Yishi send you the letter? I thought he would tell Wu Qi..."

The carriage was swaying forward. Today's coachman, A Yishi, was trying his best to drive the carriage more smoothly. He was holding the reins, but his attention could not help but be attracted by the conversation in the carriage behind.

"That boy? Are you drinking to relieve your worries these days?"

The little Taoist priest shook his sleeves, frowned angrily, and couldn't help but start to "snitch" Jiang Sile.

"Isn't it just that a girl left? As for this every day?"

His words were sarcastic. Although the little Taoist priest and Wu Qi were not very familiar with each other, it was not unexpected. They both looked down upon each other.This can be considered a team of enemies.

As the little Taoist priest spoke, he took out a tube of tea from somewhere in the carriage and handed it to Jiang Sile.

It looked more like a bamboo tube, but it didn't loose water or dissipate heat very well. This was beyond Jiang Sile's expectation.

Jiang Sile reached out and took it. The tea tube was warm, and the tea was also warm, not hot.

She gently opened her lips and took a sip, her eyes widened slightly, and her whole person became more energetic.

"Good tea...but a little bitter."

Jiang Sile nodded with satisfaction and commented on the tea leaves.

"It's not a good tea...I heard that His Highness has a strange disease?" Looking at Jiang Sile drinking tea leisurely, the little Taoist priest changed the topic and suddenly asked about the disease.

Jiang Sile thought that A Yishi must have said it when he sent the message to them. Her hand that covered the lid of the tea cup paused, and then in front of the little Taoist priest, she said casually: "That's right..."

As she said that, she suddenly raised her head and smiled at Ayi who was driving: "It's not a big deal, it's not life-threatening."

Being able to say such words at least shows that Jiang Sile himself has looked away from everything.

Instead, she looked at the little Taoist priest standing next to the trash can with the light brown bedroom door behind him, and couldn't help but have a somewhat amusing smile in the corners of her eyes.

It can be said that such a magical scene is less inconsistent with the little Taoist priest.

After all, a person like the little Taoist priest, or a face like this, is unexpectedly similar to a modern magic stick, or a Taoist priest who has a high degree of education and then escapes from the world of mortals.

This scene could be the beginning of a modern fantasy novel.

But the little Taoist priest sitting opposite did not pay attention to Jiang Sile's comments. He frowned tightly, and his handsome face was covered with a layer of darkness and distress, especially his tender face, which set off his face even more. Like a troubled boy.

(End of this chapter)