Chapter 42: What a loser

Yun Ling thought about it and walked out of the palace, and Zimo, who was guarding the gate of the palace, immediately greeted him, "Miss Yun Ling, you finally came out." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info【For more exciting novels, please visit】"

"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, let's get ready to eat."

Half an hour later, Yun Ling was already eating with chopsticks.

A person walked in from outside the palace, and after bowing to Yun Ling, he said: "Miss Yun Ling, I am Dugu Gongzi's waiter, named Ziyan, I am on the orders of Dugu Gongzi, please ask you if you are interested in participating in the opening ceremony of the martial arts competition." ”

Listening to Ziyan's words, Yun Ling touched her head, although she really wanted to know what she had just seen in the realm of selflessness, but now this kind of muddy head probably doesn't have much spiritual power to support herself to continue cultivating, and since she came to this world, except for the sunset forest, she hasn't left Yunfu to take a look outside.

So Yun Ling nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take a look." ”

Ziyan's expression suddenly became happy, "The carriage is ready, and Miss Yunling can set off at any time." ”

Stuffing a few minced coconut buns into his mouth, Yun Ling stood up anxiously and said vaguely, "Let's go, go now." ”

Walking out of the palace and coming to a troika, Ziyan lifted the front curtain of the carriage and let Yun Ling into the carriage.

Entering the carriage, Yun Ling's eyes lit up, only to see that the plain-looking carriage was covered with a tender green carpet, Yun Ling touched it and realized that those were real comfrey, the comfrey was full of small flowers, and even the carriage was surrounded by blooming flowers, and it seemed to be in the world of flowers and plants against the backdrop of the fist-sized night pearls in the four corners.

Breathing in the breath of comfrey that he had not seen for a long time, Yun Ling seemed to have returned to his home in his previous life.

She doesn't like to be noisy, and often meditates alone in the comfrey green space, and only when she sees the green in her eyes can she make her heart at peace.

Yun Ling lay down on the rosewood couch in the middle of the carriage, with a velvet brocade quilt under his body, which was very soft and comfortable, he was really a loser, Yun Ling sneered, and the corners of his mouth bent slightly.

The annual Royal Academy Tournament is held in the city of Yuzhao, and for the residents of the city, the day is like a festival, with lights everywhere and small traders and people moving through the crowded streets.

Aside from the Chinese New Year, this is almost the most beautiful festival of the year. It is naturally the best business opportunity for merchants, for those young girls, it may mean more opportunities to be favored by the children of big families, and for those teenagers who are not willing to be mediocre, it is an excellent opportunity to show themselves, pursue better opportunities and communicate face-to-face with their idols.

Yun Ling lay in the grassy carriage and looked at the world on the street, this place called the ancient continent is very similar to the scene of the twelfth or thirteenth century in the previous life, but there are many differences, in this world people are more advocating force, and the concept culture is actually more like the nineteenth century, and all this is the result of the existence of psionic energy.

The venue of the tournament was held in the center of the city of Sunset, and the opening ceremony was approaching at this time, and all the people flocked to the huge square in the center of the city from all sides.

The carriage walked slowly with the flow of people, and the pedestrians on both sides showed enough respect for the carriage and consciously stood on both sides of the road, waiting for the carriage to pass.

A four-seated low-key carriage is still on its way to the jousting arena, and these two points alone are enough to make people guess the weight of the horse's owner.

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