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Chapter 143 143. Returning to Luodu
On Yu Xiangjin's side, Jiang Xingmeng couldn't persuade him, and An Jingzhi didn't object to bringing Yu Xiangjin with him, so Jiang Xingmeng could only hold his nose and agree.

Yu Xiangjin was so happy about it, Jiang Xingmeng felt that he couldn't see it.

During this period of time, Jiang Ci often described the current situation in the mortal world to Jiang Xingmeng. Jiang Xingmeng missed it very much, but also had some secret worries.

...Master will take the Emperor Brother to Luodu. If the Emperor Brother sees that things have changed now, will he feel sad?
She really wanted to accompany her royal brother.

So Jiang Xingmeng didn't go back directly to Ziwei Mansion, but went to Mortal Realm halfway.

She originally wanted to ask An Jingzhi to take Yu Xiangjin back, but she felt that it was a bit subtle and inhumane - putting Yu Xiangjin next to An Jingzhi, the two of them had to be alone, and Yu Xiangjin's body was An Jingzhi's deceased husband...

Ah this.

It was a blast to hear.

But let her stay alone with Yu Xiangjin, and she is always afraid that he will show his true colors in the middle of the night and darkly shark her.

Jiang Xingmeng was in a dilemma.

In the end, it was An Jingzhi who saw Jiang Xingmeng's embarrassment, and took the initiative to say: "It's okay, I'll take him to Ziwei Mansion, don't worry, I'm almost a thousand years old, so I won't be unable to deal with such things. "

After a pause, she sneered and said, "You child, why don't you say anything? This is not good for Dao Xin. If there is something next time, just say it."

Jiang Xingmeng was a little apologetic: "Then please trouble the Supreme Elder."

An Jingzhi waved his hand, and then left with Yu Xiangjin.

Before leaving, he also helped draw a teleportation array and teleported Jiang Xingmeng directly to Luodu.

Jiang Xingmeng: "...?"

Wait ah hello!

Brother Huang and Master haven't arrived in Luodu yet!
But, it's all here.

Jiang Xingmeng put on a mask to cover the upper half of his face, and then wandered around Luodu.

Luodu is still bustling and bustling. There are hawkers hawking along the street. It is noon now, and the streets and alleys are full of cooking smoke.

Jiang Xingmeng walked onto Zhuque Street, which is the longest and largest street in Luodu. There are many dignitaries living in the square, and the market outside the square is bustling.

Suddenly, she stopped in her footsteps and stood still in front of a grandmother.

Grandma was selling fresh chrysanthemums, and Jiang Xingmeng suddenly remembered that she once participated in a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, and the number one scholar wrote poems with the male guests. He didn't mention her in a sentence, but he was all about her in every sentence.

She could still remember two lines from that poem.

"Jiaodi Jinchai asked with a smile, next year when I cook fetal chrysanthemums."

There was a beautiful lady wearing a gold hairpin. While admiring the chrysanthemums, she asked him with a smile, when will she be able to drink fetal chrysanthemum tea next year?

The No. 14 scholar was not the No. [-] scholar at that time. He was just [-] years old. It was the time when the young man was in high spirits. While reciting poems, he secretly looked for her through the screen.

With the cups and cups intertwined, the clothes fragrant and the shadows on the temples, among the gorgeous and extravagant, she propped her chin and looked at him, thinking angrily, what a libertine.

"Girl, don't cry." Seeing Jiang Xingmeng staring at the chrysanthemums, the chrysanthemum seller burst into tears, and very gently took out a handkerchief from her simple and clean pocket. "Don't cry, don't cry, just wipe your tears."

Jiang Xingmeng quickly thanked: "Thank you, grandma."

She took the handkerchief, gently lifted a bit of the mask, and quickly wiped away her tears: "I made Grandma laugh."

Grandma smiled and waved her hands: "I've seen a lot of little girls like you - let me guess, you cry for your lover, right?"

Grandma watched Jiang Xingmeng tenderly, and shook his head slightly: "It's not a lover, he hasn't proposed marriage yet, so he went."

Grandma froze for a moment, then thought for a moment, picked out a half-opened white chrysanthemum with dewdrops from among the chrysanthemums, and handed it to Jiang Xingmeng: "Here, here it is for you."

Jiang Xingmeng repeatedly evaded: "How to make it? It's not easy for you, how can I ask for your flowers for nothing?"

Then she wanted to take out the money, but froze.

She does not have the common currency of Dajin.

She only touched the coins of the Wei Dynasty that had been preserved.

Seeing Jiang Xingmeng like this, Grandma laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, I really don't need to give it—little lady, leave quickly, don't block Grandma's business."

Jiang Xingmeng thanked Grandma dazedly, took the white chrysanthemum, and walked towards the city gate.

She raised her head, facing the glare of the autumn sun, and looked at one of the bumps - that was the place where the champion doctor's arrow fell.

Jiang Xingmeng silently placed the white chrysanthemums at the foot of the city wall, and let out a barely audible sigh.

Then she said seriously: "Really, Cui Yu."

She called Zhuangyuan Lang's name and murmured to herself, "If there is a next life, don't be so stupid anymore, okay?"

The white chrysanthemum was quietly on the ground, a gust of wind blew the white chrysanthemum far away, Jiang Xingmeng hurriedly ran to pick it up, but accidentally bumped into a hug.

She covered her forehead, feeling a little puzzled - she is a Jindan Stage cultivation base, how could she bump into a mortal who hasn't fallen to the ground yet?

"Mianmian, I knew you were here." A familiar, helpless voice sounded, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Xingmeng looked up and saw Jiang Ci.

Jiang Ci was wearing a light blue shirt and a mask as well, revealing a pair of eyes full of worry and a helpless smile.

Jiang Xingmeng threw himself into Jiang Ci's arms, hugging him tightly: "Emperor Brother."

She raised her head and looked at Jiang Ci with tears in her eyes: "Brother, when Cui Yu fell from the arrow, I only had time to look at him."

Jiang Ci touched Jiang Xingmeng's head: "He left with a smile. He was not only trying to preserve the blood of our family, but also because he liked you."

After a pause, he said no more about the matter and said with a smile: "Okay, your master is waiting for you over there. Let's go there together."

After that, he took Jiang Xingmeng's hand and led Jiang Xingmeng towards the nearest city.

This is a teahouse that Jiang Ci and Jiang Xingmeng loved to visit in the past. However, the owner has changed. When he saw the brother and sister, he did not show any feeling of familiarity. He just diligently led these two people who seemed to be either rich or noble. , arrived at the private room upstairs.

Xie Buhui was sitting by the window, frowning while lighting the summons card, he looked very much like an old man in the 21st century who was learning how to play with a mobile phone.

Jiang Xingmeng was amused by her metaphor. Xie Buhui looked over immediately. She quickly put away her smile and bowed her hands: "Master."

Xie Buhui quickly waved to her: "Xiaomeng, come here quickly... This, this shooting, how to operate it?"

Jiang Xingmeng: "...?"

She cautiously asked, "What shot?"

Xie Buhui looked at her in surprise: "You didn't vote for your third senior brother at all, did you?"

Jiang Xingmeng froze all of a sudden.

hiss.

It really doesn't.

Xie Buhui immediately became angry: "Xiaomeng, hurry up and vote together - Wu'an's votes are very close, we must not give in on this matter, this is a war between Shi and Dao, not only It's a debut center!"

Jiang Xingmeng: "...Well, why is it not considered a fan circle?"

(End of this chapter)