Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 356 Things are people, people are strangers (3)
"Remote?" Bu Youran smiled, "How can it be remote? It has a vast territory and occupies a large area. Every country is headed by it. Why do you say it is remote?"

Han Qing seemed to have heard a joke, and couldn't help shaking her head, "I don't know what you mean by Snow Country, but from what I know, Snow Country is indeed a small country, it is not rich, or it can only be said that it has just started That's all."

just getting started...

wait wait wait,

Did she make a mistake?
Qing Country, the just-started Snow Country...

Could it be such a coincidence?
Bu Youran looked around, luckily there was a window in Han Qing's room, she hurried over and pushed it away.

There was endless hawking on the street, and people's clothes were plain and simple compared to the powerful and wealthy people of Snow Country.

There is a teahouse opposite, and the furnishings on the teahouse seem to have awakened the memory that has been sealed in my mind.

This situation, Bu Youran felt strange and familiar.

"Here, is there anyone named Chu Jinyu here?" Bu Youran turned her back to Han Qing, and her dark pupils looked at the teahouse across the street full of guests.

"You mean the third son Song?" Han Qing raised her eyebrows.

Third Young Master Song, this was the first time Bu Youran heard his name.

Bu Youran's body swayed slightly, "How old is he now?"

As soon as Han Qing mentioned the Third Young Master Song, her cheeks flushed involuntarily, "It should be fourteen or five."

Bu Youran held on to the edge of the window sill tightly, her mind went blank...

……

She had sat all night and one day without a drop of water.

She couldn't figure out what went wrong, why did she time travel back?Is it because of the instrument?Where did Xiao Zhao go?She went through the recent events in detail from the beginning to the end. There seemed to be something strange, but she couldn't tell what the problem was.

"Miss Bu, if you feel bored, you can go out for a stroll." Han Qing held the guqin in her hand and looked up at Bu Youran.

Bu Youran turned her head, "How old are you this year?"

"Fourteen." Han Qing froze for a moment.

"Fourteen..." Bu Youran lowered her head and smiled slightly, "You are in Yihong Courtyard again..." Is fate playing a joke?The first time she traveled here, it was Chu Jinyu and Song Yifan, the eldest son of the Song family, who were coming to Yihong Courtyard.

Once, she was a participant in Chu Jinyu's fate, so what about this time?What about the arrangement of fate?
"Miss Qing, are you ready?" The urging voice of picking chrysanthemum came from outside.

Han Qing nodded, raised her skirt and stood up, glanced back at Bu Youran, turned around and left.

Bu Youran hesitated, and decided to follow her out to have a look.

After going out the door, five steps away, a different scene suddenly appeared.

It was a busier place than the daytime market, men and women mixed together, but it was different from the usual brothels, the grade here was slightly higher.

Most of them are prostitutes, and few of them sell their bodies, or those who sell their bodies and have a bit of beauty have all been bought and become domestic prostitutes who are officials or merchants in the court. The family is rich in wealth, there are dozens of prostitutes, and silk and bamboo are constantly running day and night.

This shows the extravagance of the Qing Dynasty.

Bu Youran peeked into the hall through the curtain. It was Han Qing's first time on stage today, but she didn't have the slightest timidity. She was young, graceful, confident with the strings, and performed the melody superbly. Deep and deep, when the sound fell, she stood up, everyone was still awake, until she left, they got a round of applause.

This woman is amazing, her poise is befitting her age.

(End of this chapter)