The reason for practicing words, pigs will not believe it!

However, Yuehua can really talk nonsense with her eyes open, saying that the Zhu family has never used pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Joke! I won't buy it if I don't have it!

Luo Xiaoye walked in the lively street market, and he hadn't seen what the ancient streets were like, so he just came out to shop.

She found a reason to let Yuehua go to the kitchen to make snacks, and she came out over the wall, thinking that Yuehua couldn't find that she wanted to cry, Luo Xiaoye was really a little unbearable.

Alas, his biggest flaw is that he is too kind.

Luo Xiaoye finished buying pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and walked on the street of the imperial capital of the Xuan Dynasty.

Although it is a dynasty that he is not familiar with, looking at the scenery here, it is quite similar to the Tang Dynasty that he is familiar with, and even the clothes they wear are very similar to Tang costumes.

Except that the people here don't regard fat as beauty, and the girls here don't wear low-cut, Luo Xiaoye really can't see the difference between the Xuan Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty.

The merchants on the street were bustling, and Luo Xiaoye shuttled through the crowd, and he had a good time getting through the addiction of crossing.

I don't know why, the memories of the modern and heavenly courts are all left in her mind, but the ones that go before are not, and as for what happened to her first and second lives, it is also a blank.

She originally thought that she jumped across Sendai too quickly, leaving a marquee-like memory, but now the memory is getting clearer and clearer, and it seems impossible to erase it.

It doesn't matter if you have memories of your past life, you won't be like a blind man wandering around this world, and who says that previous knowledge can't come in handy?

Luo Xiaoye thought too hard about it, and didn't notice that a carriage was coming from a distance.

"Get out of the way!"

When the pedestrians on the street saw the yellow tassels on the eaves of the carriage, they knew that the carriage was either a royal family or a national relative, and they avoided it one after another, only Luo Xiaoye, who was stunned and still walked in the middle.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The groom whipped and roared.

By the time the sound was heard, it was too late.

The horse neighed, and was pulled by the groom.

Luo Xiaoye was pushed by the horse's head, and one stumbled to the ground, and for a moment, the scene of the car accident in her previous life flashed in front of her eyes, and she thought she was going to die again.

When I touched the slimy thing on my hand, it was black.

The blood of the people of the Xuan Dynasty is actually black?! Aren't they ordinary people?!

Luo Xiaoye was startled, thinking that he had any special functions that had not yet been discovered, but the smell of black blood was not quite right, and he realized that it was overturned ink.

His hands and clothes were covered with black ink. The pain in his back was for a while, thinking it was the power of the horse's head.

A young man in ordinary clothes jumped out of the carriage and walked over quickly: "Is the girl okay?" ”

Fell a dog and ate, do you say it's okay?

Confirming that he was not bleeding black blood, and there was no special function, Luo Xiaoye turned around, the young man's face was worried, but he was not panicked at all, as if he had bumped into someone, it was no big deal.

Luo Xiaoye's gaze turned to the carriage behind.

The coachman sat still, looking at the magnificent appearance of the carriage, and knew that the young man was not the owner of the carriage.

If you hit someone, you will send a small guy out to deal with it, and the ancient people were in this trouble, and they thought they were God when they were 5 products and 6 products? !

Luo Xiaoye sat on the ground and did not move.

"Girl, are you alright?" The little guy probably thought that Luo Xiaoye was stupid, and walked up to help.

Luo Xiaoye originally wanted to pretend to be a weakling, but he could see that it was a little guy who came down to deal with the accident, so he was unhappy, waved away the little guy's hand, and stood up by himself:

"Who drives so little and doesn't have long eyes, and I don't know if I hit someone and say I'm sorry?!"