Transmigrated Agent Princess

The storyteller never tells bad stories that others have heard. They are all his own experiences. Some of them are also very dangerous. They are really near death. Most of these near death stories take place at the junction of Guping and Qingchuan.

Shuiyue and an Hibiscus look at each other after listening, and their hearts are clear.

Although an has studied the maps of the two countries and knows a lot about the geographical location, it's really a difficult problem for her to get to the military camp of junlintian safely. If a native escapes from there, he must know how to get there.

They thank aunt Cui and go to sleep.

It was not late at night, but the whole village was quiet, with only the sound of insects, birds and the wind.

Shuiyue thought, "girl, are we going to find the storyteller tomorrow?"

An Mu Jin sleeps in another bed in the room. At the moment, she can't see her expression clearly, but she seems to make a "um" sound from her throat.

Shuiyue wants to come before. It's a bit hard for ordinary people, but it's easier for them.

I just don't know how hard the days after that will be. It's a long way to go. It's just that it's dangerous... The water moon sighs. I have to protect the girl.

And an Hibiscus tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to sleep. Just now, aunt Cui's tearful and sad appearance has been appearing in her mind. She began to think that if she really married Yuwen Tonghui, maybe she could really not involve these innocent people.

Since ancient times, the disasters brought about by war have always been for the poor people. They have been fortunate and miserable all their lives for the safety of their homes and families.

The struggle and ambition of the emperors are always the most ruthless and cruel. This is the true portrayal of the withered bones of a generation of meritorious officials.

When Shuiyue woke up the next morning, she saw an Hibiscus sitting in front of the window early. She looked at the mountains outside the window. Now the golden rice fields are in the autumn harvest season, but she didn't know if the war would spread here.

Crossing that mountain is the boundary. It's not far away, but it's nearly ten days away. What's the scene on the other side of the mountain? Is it white bones, sorrow, or blood

"Girl, why did you get up so early?"

Listening to Shuiyue wake up, an mujin turned her head and looked at her, but did not answer: "when you get up, you are ready to meet the storyteller in aunt's mouth."

Looking at an Mu Jin's face dim, water month this just a surprised: "the girl didn't sleep last night?"

Shuiyue asks like this, but an mujin still doesn't answer. What if she answers? What if she doesn't answer? Shuiyue will worry.

Since an mujin no longer makes a sound, Shuiyue has to shut up. She knows that an mujin's heart is complicated. When she sees the king in the sky, she will also see the cruelest scene.

Mr. Shuo Shu is about 50 years old. He began to tell stories when he failed in the first scientific examination. Later, he found that the stories of love, love, kindness, hatred and hatred in the play books were very boring. So he thought that his story must be very interesting and interesting. What's more, he was happy to tell such stories.

So I went all over the country and met with something interesting. I went to a village and told it. Others thought it was interesting. Some even recorded these stories.

After running for half a lifetime, one of them didn't want to drive. He ran to the junction of Qingchuan and Guping, where there was a lot of fighting. He was scared to death several times, but he got a chance to come back.

This toss, just want to settle down.

When Shuiyue heard this story, she outlined a middle-aged dashing uncle who was romantic but ambitious.

Who knows really face to face, that storyteller has two fat mustache, and the temples also hang oil thin hair. The eyes are cloudy, and the eyes are floating.

Shuiyue can't help but quietly say hello to Hibiscus: "Miss, do you think this person can be trusted?"

An Hibiscus's eyes are complex, staring at the person in front of her, who looks like a slouch and smooth face. She also has some doubts in her heart, but she thinks that people can't be judged by their appearance and the sea water can't be measured, so she decides to have a try.

An Mu Jin didn't answer Shuiyue's words, she suddenly cleared her throat: "you are Mr. Chen."

"I am. You are Mr. an." The storyteller's voice was tired, but it was polite.

"What does Mr. Chen say now?" An Hibiscus picked up the tea cup, seemingly inadvertently asked to get close to him.

Mr. Shuoshu was told early in the morning that a young master an had paid for something and wanted to ask him something. He thought this man was a curiosity hunter, so he came.

Mr. Shuoshu thought this problem was normal, so he asked directly, "well, some strange things I met when I went out when I was young."

"Oh? What is it all about? " An Hibiscus's body leans forward slightly, making an interesting appearance.

"Most of them are met with strange spirits, and there are strange folk customs all over the country, as well as those strange robbers that they once met. Do you want to listen to me

An Mu Jin sits upright again, what she pays attention to is not these: "don't worry, if I want to hear your story, isn't it more comfortable to sit in the teahouse?"

Mr. storyteller was a little uneasy. Seeing that an Hibiscus was not rich or expensive, he suddenly came to him as a country storyteller, which really confused him: "what's the matter with Mr. an coming to me?"

An Mu Jin stares at him, as if to see through him: "I'm just thinking, why didn't Mr. Chen talk about what happened to you recently?"

As soon as the words came out, Mr. Shuoshu opened his mouth, "ah," and pointed to an mujin without making any sound.

Shuiyue looks at Mr. Shuoshu strangely. What happened to him? Did he have such a frightened expression on his face?

In fact, Mr. Shuoshu once wanted to walk in the world with his sword. Unexpectedly, he suddenly saw the blood, and it could really flow into a river. He couldn't help losing his will to live.

"We don't really have much to do today. We just want to ask your husband about a few things."

Mr. Shuo Shuo said with a bitter smile: "you want to know something, but I have to say it first. I've almost forgotten everything along the way." I don't want to be in memory.

Shuiyue took a look at an mujin and said, "my brother and I hope to get my father back this time, but it's a dangerous journey. Is there a way to avoid the enemy

Mr. Shuo glanced at him. He didn't believe a word of what the two brothers said. He was a person who had walked so many ways, so he couldn't even tell a lie.

"Sir, I really want to go there. If I don't see you today, I want to go too. I just want to know if there is a safe way." In an Mu Jin's heart, she was a little impatient, a little timid and suspicious.

"Yes, there are." Mr. Shuoshu suddenly changed his attitude and said it sincerely.