Before leaving, there are not many things that need to be prepared, just in time for the Mid-Autumn Festival in one month, the city is very lively, there are places selling colorful threads and gourds everywhere, and the people who see it are dazzled.

When Wang's mother came, she brought a big carriage from the capital, which could seat eight people.

The carriage slowly drove through the streets, the sound of the wheels, the sound was lonely and monotonous, there were only two horses pulling the carriage, the body was handsome and strong, the hooves of the horses knocked on the ground, out of the city gate, the carriage drove in the direction of the capital.

It's been eight years since I wore it here, and Yuan Niang went out for the first time, and she was very curious about the outside, but because Wang's mother was in the car, she didn't dare to go out.

Zhuo Xiyu wore a pink-colored gown, with a white inner skirt embroidered with yellow lace, and a pair of pearl pendants dangling around, in vain to add a hazy beauty.

She half leaned on the big pillow, holding a fan in her hand, fanning intentionally or unintentionally, while Wang's mother and Xia Ri sat by the door, whispering slowly about the strange things in the capital.

Yuan Niang sat quietly aside, lowered her eyes, and had to admit that Zhuo Xiyu, who was only fifteen years old, was already slim and slim, and she was afraid that she would be a stunner in the future.

It takes more than half a month to get to the capital, and Wang's mother is a very good speaker and can speak, along the way, Yuan Niang is sometimes attracted by her clever words, and sometimes she squeezes her eyes on the side in summer, and she doesn't feel bored.

Seeing that the capital was about to arrive, it was raining heavily, it was difficult to walk on the mud road, and the guards and the girl who walked outside were also wet.

It is only a few miles away from the capital, and it is deserted and inhabited, and after walking a few miles, I saw an inn, and everyone walked in.

The inn looks a little simple, but the hall inside is finished with people, this is the only place to go to the capital, and catch up with the heavy rain, there are naturally more people to hide from the rain, the shopkeeper came again when he saw it, and greeted him with a smile.

Mother Wang saw that it was too late, and the rain did not stop, "How many high-class vacant rooms are there?" ”

Looks like I'm going to live here.

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