Xiao Yao followed her closely, came out of Dongshi, and walked all the way through Qinhuai Street, there were too many people, and after turning two corners, people were lost. Xiao Yao stood by the river, looked at the other bank, and was stunned. When he looked in the direction of Wenyuan Bridge, he saw that the girl was on the bridge, facing him, looking at him from afar.

At this time, the sky was overcast, and generally speaking, when Xiao Yao met a ghost, the weather would change like this. For tourists who come to Confucius Temple to play, they naturally don't pay attention to this change. At most, I'm just worried about the rain, and that's it.

When Xiao Yao walked to the bridge, the person was gone again. At this time, Xiao Yao was basically sure that she had entered the fireworks area. As Xiao Yao crossed the bridge, a gust of wind blew in his face, and a thick fragrance of fat powder entered his nostrils. Suddenly, the sky darkened. Looking at the Qinhuai River again, at the beginning of tomorrow, the houses by the river are very different from just now. At first glance, it looks like a black wooden house with some years, and it obviously doesn't have the delicate and clear effect created by today's neon lights.

The sky was still pale blue, the night was misty, the riverboats were all wooden, and the river was noticeably wider than it is now. The biggest difference is that the pedestrians who come and go on the road are all wearing ancient costumes, and judging from their costumes, at least not from the Qing Dynasty. Seeing this formation, Xiao Yao knew that his dream had come true.

The willow branches by the Qinhuai River were weak, and Xiao Er, who was picky and stinky tofu for sale, kept shouting weakly: "The freshly fried stinky tofu is fresh and delicious, and I drool." Xiao Yao swallowed his saliva and vaguely heard the merchant who walked by him muttering: "The number of Da Ming Qi is exhausted." ”

What is the number of Da Ming Qi, Xiao Yao is not very clear at this time. For Xiao Yao, the only thing he can be sure of is that at this time, his belly is like a yellow bird on a willow branch, cooing. In my life, only the breeze and the moon and the delicious food under the chopsticks cannot be disappointed. Xiao Yao's biggest feeling at this time is something you can't know.

He used to come here every time he quarreled with his wife, and the Confucius Temple has undoubtedly become a place for him to escape from reality. There are a lot of people here every time, but I didn't expect Daming, there are still many people here, except for their different dresses, there is basically no big difference in anxiety and irritability on their faces.

Xiao Yao followed the flow of people to a place, and when he looked up, it was Jiangnan Gongyuan. At this time, the place was crowded, and people were desperately squeezing to a place with a blank sheet of paper. Xiao Yao couldn't help but ask a person next to him, "What are you doing here?" The man looked at him carefully: "Lao Mao, you have taken the test 6 times and still ask me?" ”

Xiao Yao thought about it and felt that there was a very important question, which had reached the point where he had to ask, otherwise he would definitely not be able to mix in this late Ming era. He looked at the fellow very seriously: "Do you know what my name is?" The fellow touched his forehead and sighed: "The imperial examination system is really killing people, Lao Mao, hurry up and go home, don't come out again." ”

"You're going to tell me your name when you get home."

"Mao Xiang, remember, your name is Mao Xiang, the head of the four talents in the south of the Yangtze River, it's a pity, it's a pity, you're not the material for the exam, you have a hand in looking for flowers and asking Liu, hahaha." A group of people erupted in hearty and cheerful laughter.

Xiao Yao was shocked when he heard this, he didn't expect that he really wore an era of green buildings everywhere, and he was also the head of the four great talents in Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty. Xiao Yao couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

Everyone looked at him with great sadness, and the fellow couldn't help but say, it's over, it's over, it's crazy again.