On Yu Xiangjin's side, Jiang Xingmeng couldn't beat him in the end, and An Jingzhi didn't object to bringing Yu Xiangjin, Jiang Xingmeng could only pinch his nose and agree.

Yu Xiangjin was so happy that Jiang Xingmeng simply didn't feel like he could see it.

Jiang Ci often described the existing situation in the mortal world to Jiang Xingmeng during this time, Jiang Xingmeng missed it very much, and had some hidden worries.

…… The master took the imperial brother to Luodu, if the imperial brother saw that things were wrong now, would he feel sad?

She really wanted to accompany the royal brother.

So Jiang Xingmeng did not go back to Ziwei Mansion directly, but went to the mortal realm halfway.

She wanted to ask An Jingzhi to bring Yu Xiangjin back, but she felt a little subtle, and she was a little unkind - put Yu Xiangjin by An Jingzhi's side, the two had to be alone, and Yu Xiangjin's body was An Jingzhi's deceased husband......

Ahh

It's explosive when you hear it.

But let her stay alone with Yu Xiangjin, and she was always afraid that he would show his true face in the middle of the night, and she would be a dark shark.

Jiang Xingmeng was in a dilemma.

In the end, An Jingzhi saw Jiang Xingmeng's embarrassment, and took the initiative to say: "It's okay, I'll take him to Ziwei Mansion, don't worry, I'm almost a thousand years old, so I can't do this thing." ”

After a pause, she sneered: "You kid, why don't you hold back anything?" This is not good for the Dao heart, and if there is anything next time, just say it. ”

Jiang Xingmeng was a little apologetic: "Then it's too bothering the elder." ”

An Jingzhi waved his hand, and then took the jade to the present and left.

Before leaving, he also helped draw a teleportation array, and directly teleported Jiang Xingmeng to Luodu.

Jiang Xingmeng: "......? ”

Wait, hey!

The royal brother and the master have not yet arrived in Luodu!

But, it's all coming.

Jiang Xingmeng put on a mask, covered the upper half of his face, and then wandered around Luodu.

Luodu is still bustling and lively, and the street vendors are hawking along the streets, and it is noon at the moment, and the streets and alleys are full of cooking smoke.

Jiang Xingmeng walked onto Suzaku Street, which is the longest and largest street in Luoduli, where many powerful people live and the market outside the square is bustling.

Suddenly, her steps stopped and she stood still in front of a grandmother.

Grandma was selling fresh chrysanthemums, Jiang Xingmeng suddenly remembered that she once participated in a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, and the champion Lang wrote poems on the male guest's side, not mentioning her in every sentence, but she was in every sentence.

She could still remember two lines from the poem.

"Jiao Jing Jin Hai asked with a smile, next year, when cooking fetal chrysanthemums."

There was a delicate lady wearing a golden hairpin, while admiring chrysanthemums, she asked him with a smile, when will you be able to drink fetal chrysanthemum tea next year?

Champion Lang was not Champion Lang at that time, he was just fourteen years old, and it was when the young man was in high spirits, while chanting poetry, he secretly looked for her location through the screen.

Staggered, dressed in fragrant sideburns, gorgeous and extravagant, she looked at him with her chin propped up, and thought indignantly in her heart, what a prodigal son.

"Girl, don't cry." Seeing Jiang Xingmeng staring at those chrysanthemums, the grandmother who sold chrysanthemums suddenly burst into tears, and very gently took out a handkerchief from her simple and clean pocket, which was a little rough, but with a light chrysanthemum fragrance, "Don't cry, don't cry, wipe your tears." ”

Jiang Xingmeng hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, Grandma." ”

She took the handkerchief, gently lifted a little mask, and quickly wiped away her tears: "Let Grandma laugh." ”

Grandma smiled and waved her hand: "I've seen a lot of little girls like you - I guess, crying for your lover, yes or no?" ”

Jiang Xingmeng was looked at gently by his grandmother, and shook his head gently: "It's not a lover, he hasn't proposed marriage yet, so he'll go." ”

Grandma was stunned, then pondered for a moment, picked out a half-open and half-closed white chrysanthemum with dew drops from the chrysanthemum, and handed it to Jiang Xingmeng: "Oh, I'll give it to you." ”

Jiang Xingmeng shirked again and again: "How to make it?" It's not easy for you, how can I ask for your flowers for nothing? ”

Then she tried to pay for it, but she froze.

She does not have the common currency of Da Jin.

She only touched the currency of the Wei Dynasty that had been saved.

Seeing Jiang Xingmeng like this, Grandma Lang laughed: "Okay, okay, you really don't need to give it - the little lady leave quickly, don't block Grandma from doing business." ”

Jiang Xingmeng thanked Grandma in a daze, took the white chrysanthemum, and walked to the city gate.

She looked up, facing the somewhat glaring autumn sun, at one of the bumps, where the arrows had fallen.

Jiang Xingmeng silently placed the white chrysanthemum at the foot of the city wall, and let out an almost inaudible sigh.

Then she said seriously: "Seriously, Cui Yu." ”

She called Zhuang Yuanlang's name and muttered to herself: "If you really have a next life, you don't have to be so stupid anymore, okay?" ”

The white chrysanthemum was quietly on the ground, and a gust of wind blew the white chrysanthemum farther away, Jiang Xingmeng hurriedly ran over to pick it up, but accidentally bumped into an embrace.

She covered her forehead, a little puzzled - she was a Jindan stage cultivator, how could she hit a mortal, and this mortal hadn't fallen to the ground yet?

"Mianmian, I knew you were here." A familiar, helpless voice sounded, "Did it hurt?" ”

Jiang Xingmeng looked up and saw Jiang Ci.

Jiang Ci was wearing a pale cyan shirt and a mask, revealing a pair of eyes full of worry and helpless smiles.

Jiang Xingmeng threw himself into Jiang Ci's arms and hugged him tightly: "Emperor...... Brother. ”

She raised her head and looked at Jiang Ci with some teary eyes: "Brother, when Cui Yu was hit by an arrow and fell, I only had time to look at him. ”

Jiang Ci touched Jiang Xingmeng's head: "He left with a smile, he is not only to preserve the bloodline of our family, but also because he likes you." ”

After a pause, he didn't say much about it, and said with a smile: "Okay, your master is waiting for you over there, let's go over together." ”

After that, he took Jiang Xingmeng's hand and led Jiang Xingmeng to the nearest market.

This is a tea shop that Jiang Ci and Jiang Xingmeng used to love to come to, but the boss has changed, and when they saw the brother and sister, they didn't show a sense of familiarity, but just diligently led these two people who were either rich or expensive at first glance to the private room upstairs.

Xie Buhui was sitting by the window, frowning as he lit a message card, looking like an elderly man in the 21st century who was learning how to play with his mobile phone.

Jiang Xingmeng was amused by her own analogy, Xie Buhui immediately looked at it, she quickly put away her smile and bowed: "Master." ”

Xie Buhui hurriedly beckoned to her: "Xiaomeng, come here...... This, this shot, how to operate? ”

Jiang Xingmeng: "......? ”

She was cautious: "What shot?" ”

Xie Buyan glanced at her in surprise: "You won't completely fail to vote for your third senior brother, right?" ”

Jiang Xingmeng froze suddenly.

Hiss.

Not really.

Xie Buhui was immediately angry: "Xiaomeng, hurry up and come over and vote together-the votes over there are already very close, we must not give in to this matter, this is a war between Shi Dao, not just a debut center!" ”

Jiang Xingmeng: "...... Well, why don't you count fandoms. ”