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

Chapter 215 Taishan
After all, if those thoughts were rearranged into notes that he could understand, shouldn't they be Jiang Sile's own thoughts and things?
Logically speaking, it should be completely different from the original work.

but……

Failed again.

Jiang Sile couldn't help crying, burying her head in A Yishi's chest, frowning whether to cry or not, and drawing the courage to continue trying from him.

A Yishi patted her back gently and held her in his arms so that she could lean on him more comfortably.

"It... feels like someone is blocking me..."

He watched Jiang Sile lowering his brows and complaining, with a humming tone, and the pendant on the white jade hairpin in his hair also swayed, which was quite seductive.

"There's nothing you can do about it. It seems like those things can only stay in your head..."

A Yishi touched the back of Jiang Sile's head, softened his tone, and spoke softly and comfortingly.

He used to have a bit of a venomous tongue in his words, but now he is used to comforting people.

Facing A Yi's comfort, Jiang Sile's face was lightly blushed, but his head was running rapidly, thinking about whether he could use this invisible [rule].

Now it seems that all she wants is these poems, songs, articles and novels that can be written on paper.At most, Daxia will produce a few more poets, novelists, and poets.

As for poetry immortals and poetry saints, forget about them.

After all, here, the previous dynasty of Xia Dynasty was Tang Dynasty.All the original poets appeared on stage.

If she is interested, she can go to various places to visit tombs. After all, today's cemeteries are not filled with symbolic stone monuments.

It seems that that broken rule is only suitable for writing a diary, [it will disappear after writing].

Unfortunately, the diary is not among the few "shielding rules" that she now knows through experiments.

Amidst the rolling wheels, the carriage and convoy gradually left Chengzhou and were heading towards Quanzhou.

Their first stop this time was to Quanzhou, which has amazing mountains and beautiful waters. Although Jiang Sile was not lucky enough to see the beautiful scenery, for others, it was quite jaw-dropping.

The most intuitive feeling is beauty. The mountains and rivers are all so rare and beautiful that you can't take your eyes away.Before we even reached Quanzhou City, almost half of the people were gone, and they were all going sightseeing in groups.

Regarding the group of guards who followed her, as well as the Wuqi group from Qingyi, Jiang Sile did not discipline them in the past. Now when Jiao Wen came to report, he easily agreed to their request and just let them They gathered at the inn where they were staying in Quanzhou as early as possible and told them not to forget the time to set off.

After the motorcade entered Quanzhou City, unloaded their luggage and booked a room, Jiang Sile was finally able to step out of the car.

Nowadays, I can always go for a walk in the ground, soak up some earthy air, loosen my bones, and rarely stop being bored in the carriage.

Everywhere they go, they always stay for a while.

"The weather is getting colder now..."

Jiang Sile held on to her cloak tightly. A cold wind had just blown by, and she felt that her clothes suddenly felt much cooler.

"Most of autumn has passed, so it's no wonder the wind is so cold. However, even if it is cold, the wind in the summer is much gentler than that on the grassland."

Ayi held Jiang Sile's hand and climbed up the stairs. Their room was on the second floor.Now that the autumn harvest is coming to an end, farmers everywhere are in an unexpected hurry and are busy harvesting the grain in the fields without daring to neglect.

The burdens carried on the shoulders of farmers along the way are full of grains and grains, and the smell of harvest is everywhere.

Along the way, I was not in a hurry, but rather followed the route planned by Jiao Wen with ease.Everyone enjoyed the beautiful scenery of various places, ate delicious food and looked at the scenery of various places.

The little Taoist priest was very interested and even took out a pen and paper with great interest. While he was writing "Qingyi Fengwu Zhi", he also did not forget to write a few travel notes.

The wheels of the carriage broke twice during the journey and had to be repaired in a nearby town, but everyone was in a high mood.

From what the little Taoist priest said, it seemed that Daxia was recovering from the war in a prosperous way, and businesses and markets everywhere were also coming back to life.

Even the more remote towns have a lively scene.

This made Jiang Sile very happy and relieved. At least, all these things were developing in a good direction.

By the time their convoy arrived at Mount Tai, it was almost November and everyone was wearing cotton-padded clothes.

Sure enough, Mount Tai is a majestic peak, with clear springs flowing through it. Most of the people coming and going wear Taoist robes, and no matter how bad they are, they are all Taoist believers.This place looks a bit like a peach blossom garden, and it is a good place to hide.

When he learned that Jiang Sile was about to arrive at Mount Tai, the little Taoist priest's master Xuan Qingzi had already received the little Taoist priest's letter. After much hesitation, he decided to go to the inn first and wait for the princess to stay.

After all, His Highness's health and health are still the top priority. Furthermore, His Majesty is now the biological brother of Princess Anle. He has the same father and mother, and it is said that the relationship is even extremely deep.

Under so many concerns, Xuan Qingzi, urged by all parties in the Taoist sect, still went down the mountain and lowered his posture.

Otherwise, even if he wanted to help his apprentice, he would still have Gu Lian's identity.

This is Mount Tai, which has been the place where emperors worshiped Zen since ancient times.

Even those who are pure cultivators here are inevitably tainted with a bit of worldliness.

So when Ayi pulled Jiang Sile out of the carriage, the first thing he saw was the old Taoist priest who was wearing a navy blue robe, tall and tall, with a flowing white beard and an immortal air.

The young Taoist priest Chi Zhongjun's carriage was behind Jiang Sile. After he got off the car and saw the Taoist priest, he didn't even bother to adjust his sleeves. He quickly walked to Jiang Sile and introduced her:

"Your Highness, this is my poor master, Master Xuan Qingzi of Yunhai Gym."

As he said this, the little Taoist priest looked at Xuan Qingzi with a look of surprise and joy, excitement and joy.

"Thank you Master for coming down, this is what happened..."

The little Taoist priest was so moved that the corners of his eyes were stained red, and the tears in his eyes couldn't fall, which was a bit pitiful.

Xuan Qingzi touched the little Taoist priest's head and said with a smile: "It's just fate. The poor Taoist should have gone down the mountain now."

He put down his hand and turned to look at the plainly dressed but dignified and beautiful woman. Her body seemed to be as sharp as a blade, making people dare not look down upon her.

"Is this Princess Anle mentioned in your letter?" Xuan Qingzi's eyes were very clear, like the clouds and mist that permeate Mount Tai all year round, light and lingering but unable to see the bottom.

(End of this chapter)