For the sake of safety, Ji Qingge chose another path that most people have taken.

This time she entered the Lost Valley of Xishan, in order to collect an antidote called "Molin Grass". Not only are several major pharmacies in the Imperial City buying that antidote at a high price, but she herself is weak and urgently needs Mo Lin Grass to make up for it.

In other words, a complete Molin grass can be sold for fifty taels of silver. Pick a few more plants and fight for money.

The cold wind swept across her face, and the pain was like a knife.

Ji Qingge walked in the empty valley, and could only hear the wind whispering like a ghost, and he didn't even meet a living person along the way.

She sped up her pace so that she could reach the valley before dark.

At this time, Ji Qingge really wanted to have someone by her side, even if it was just to talk to her. But she knew that the people she was thinking about would not come here.

He was either at the palace or in a mansion on the outskirts.

But where he is, Ji Qingge doesn't know. She asked herself in her heart, "Why do you think about him?" ”

Reaching out and grabbing a strand of green silk from his sideburns, Ji Qingge smiled self-deprecatingly.

After the crossing, she walked alone in the world. I can't go back to the familiar past, and I can't envision my future.

I finally met a Di Jinxuan, and I was willing to help her, but after only one day, people didn't show up......

"Whoa, whoa!"

Like a wolf's howl, it pierced the night sky.

Ji Qingge looked back vigilantly, but did not find a wolf with green light in his eyes. After a moment's silence, no third wolf howl was heard.

She wondered if the wolf howl just now could it be a joint code from someone in the valley like her to his companions.

If the real wolf comes, it won't just bark twice, right?

People from the outside world say that the Valley of the Lost is also called the "Valley of the Dead". Because there are many people who have gone into the valley to collect medicine, and they have all disappeared mysteriously. The Lost Valley makes people go and have no return, it's too terrifying.

But in Ji Qingge's opinion, Migu is not so terrible.

A lot of the time, people are scaring themselves. Those so-called thriller legends are not good because some bad people take advantage of people's psychological weaknesses and deliberately make up lies.

The corners of Ji Qingge's lips outlined a light smile and continued to move forward.

In order to deal with the unexpected, she hid a dagger around her waist. There were a few small packets of poison powder hidden in the sleeves, as well as flying needles and so on. When you are so well prepared, you have nothing to fear.

The cold wind got into Ji Qingge's collar, and she couldn't help but shiver when she was cold. She took off the flask she had brought with her, took a few sips of medicinal wine, and warmed herself up.

After walking for about half an hour, Ji Qingge rushed to the thousand-year-old willow edge in the memory of the original owner.

The body of the ancient willow tree has been torn apart, but it is withered but not collapsed, and it is extremely vigorous. After Ji Qingge put down the medicine basket, he reached out and stroked the rough trunk of the ancient willow, and said in his heart:

"Tree God, I'll rest on you tonight."

Ji Qingge sat on the weeds under the tree, leaned against the trunk, and took a nap. The tree just kept the wind out of her and made her feel so comfortable.

Along the way, her legs became sore, and her feet had several blood blisters. This is about the same as the fact that the original owner was confined in the firewood house for six years and did not have much opportunity to go out to exercise.

The long-distance journey made Ji Qingge's body weak and extremely sleepy.

Leaning against the trunk of the tree to sleep, he soon fell asleep.

About an hour later, Ji Qingge dreamed of many people fighting with swords. The sound of "ho-ho" was extremely intense.

After waking up, Ji Qingge reached out and rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes, and found no other living people in the dark night. I can't help but joke to myself, how tired must I be to almost mistake the nightmare for reality?

"Da, da......"

The sound of broken footsteps came into Ji Qingge's ears, and she listened carefully, trying to judge how many people there were.

I thought that it was winter, and if the person who came didn't go into the mountains to collect medicine, it would be to go into the mountains to hunt?

Ji Qingge followed the prestige, only to see a white shadow not far ahead. The cold wind lifted the corners of the white-clothed man's robe, outlining his god-like and noble figure just right.

The figure carried a sense of loneliness in the world, even if his facial features could not be seen clearly in the night. Ji Qingge can also boldly affirm that the other party is Di Jinxuan!

He also came to the Lost Valley?

Ji Qingge looked at him not far away with puzzled eyes, only to see him turn his head to look to the right. She also looked to his right, wanting to see if there was anyone else besides him.

Who knew that at this glance, Ji Qingge, who was angry, almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. For there was a woman in a crimson robe, not far to his right.

When the figure of the woman in red was about to approach Di Jinxuan, Ji Qingge realized that the height of the woman in red was not as high as Di Jinxuan's shoulders. Judging by their height difference, Ji Qingge came to a conclusion:

The woman in red was not as tall as her.

Hmph, I can't imagine that Di Jinxuan, a person who seems to be relatively regular, would ask other women into the valley in the middle of the night? Braving such a cold wind to come to a tryst, isn't it asking for sin?

A glimpse of the woman in red looking up at Di Jinxuan made Ji Qingge's heart feel angry for no reason. All kinds of good feelings that I had for Di Jinxuan before also disappeared in an instant.

I wanted to hear the words of the woman in red clearly, but I couldn't hear them clearly because the other party's voice was too soft.

All kinds of complicated emotions lingered in his mind, which made Ji Qingge clench his fists uncontrollably!

Ji Qingge thought to herself, what kind of mold star did she bump into? If you come out to pick a medicine, you can hit God Jinxuan and have a tryst with other women.

She understands that a young god of war prince like Di Jinxuan has a noble status and is extremely handsome. No matter which dynasty or generation, it will be popular and sought-after.

He would not look down on the princess who the emperor married him.

If he had the original owner Ji Qingge in his heart, he wouldn't have asked her jokingly after she told her name:

"It seems that the girl also has a sister named Miao Wu?"

But she invited him to dinner because she sincerely wanted to make friends with him. She offered her a sincere invitation in exchange for him releasing her pigeons.

Ji Qingge thought about the words she had learned, and she didn't find a suitable word to describe her mood at this time.

The trace of gratitude that still existed in his mind made Ji Qingge rationally let go of his hands clenched into fists. Now she is only living through the body of Ji Qingge, the daughter of the gate.

And not the original owner.

The orphan girl who was confined in the firewood room and could be bullied by anyone had been brutally tortured to death by Ji Qingling.

Today's Ji Qingge is from time travel. She has her own golden fingers, and many talents that Xiyue women don't have. He didn't appreciate her, because he had a bad eye.

She didn't have to feel sorry for herself in this West Mountain Canyon because he didn't appreciate her.

Not far away, Di Jinxuan's noble figure remained motionless. No matter what the woman in red said, Ji Qingge couldn't hear the male voice coming. She smiled happily, feeling a sense of relief.