Three days later, Ji Xiaoniang and Wang Yun came to White Emperor City. The streets of White Emperor City are as bustling as ever, and they are not lively.

The two have no intention of nostalgia for this liveliness. What they were curious about was what was the agreement between Fengyuntang Sima Kong and Tang Sanniang?

The group was quite tired from traveling all day, and decided to find a store to live in first, and then discuss it tomorrow. Soon I fell asleep.

Under the night of the White Emperor City, everything seemed to be sleeping. At this time, in the sky, there was a soft flute sound, like crying, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes graceful.

Immediately after that, a series of horses' hooves galloped through the street. After the horse's hooves, the porter carried the burden again, and the crunch sounded.

Wang Yun and Ji Xiaoniang rushed out in unison, and ran after them. I saw that these people were all wearing night clothes and black scarves and masking their faces, and they came to the bottom of the hill on the outskirts of White Emperor City.

This is the Peach Blossom Spring. Ji Xiaoniang and Wang Yun lay nearby and hidden. At this time, I saw a woman in white standing on the hillside, holding a bamboo flute.

The woman was dressed in a white dress, with a slender figure and a white scarf covering her face, as if Chang'e had descended to earth under the white moonlight

"The Wild Goose Singing in the Sky" The Covenant of the White Emperor City is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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