In August, the golden cinnamon is fragrant, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Ji Xiaoniang lay on the wide and fluffy bed as usual.

Her bedroom is right on the bank of the Wushan Goddess Peak. When I opened the window, I heard the sound of the rushing water of the Daning River below.

One side of the window faces the cliff, and under the cliff is the rushing Daning River. Warm sunlight filtered through the window screens.

Ji Xiaoniang yawned and stretched down lazily. : Waterfall-like hair is jet black and shiny. Her legs are so smooth and graceful.

The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the rhetoric is a flowery tree. Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel sad.

Outside the window, there was a cooing of birds. For a woman who has lived in the mountains and forests for a long time, she is very familiar with the grass, trees, birds and songs here.

But today, the cooing sound seemed to be different from usual. She couldn't say why. I couldn't help but open the window and look out.

Suddenly, she saw a corpse floating on the bank of the Daning River under the window. He immediately led the maids to the bottom of the cliff to find out.

When I came to the riverside, sure enough, a man was washed by the rushing river and was on the edge of the pile of rocks, and it seemed that the man was seriously injured and in a coma.

Ji Xiaoniang and the others carried the man into the Ji family compound.

The man by the Daning River is hitting his hand, please wait a moment,

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