A Dream of Transmigration - Chapter 19
After a while.
"where you go?"
There was no response.
"Hey, you stop right there!"
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"I'm furious!" Lin Feifei slammed her sword heavily on the counter in a fit of anger, roaring like a lion, "Is this an inn? I need a room!"
"Yes, yes, yes," the shopkeeper behind the counter trembled and hurriedly stretched his neck and shouted, "Little San'er, quickly take this young Taoist priest to the upper room upstairs."
A waiter rushed over.
Lin Feifei was furious and had nowhere to vent her anger, so she grabbed her sword and went upstairs: "Isn't he just a waiter? Why are you calling him a mistress or a fourth mistress?"
The waiter smiled obsequiously and said, "Master, you may not know this, but I am the third child in my family."
Lin Feifei choked.
YY even said today was an auspicious day for travel, but after having a meal, they had a fight, went to do business and bumped into their old nemesis, and now they're so angry at that annoying guy that they're half-dead. This is too auspicious!
It turned out that the handsome guy walked very fast, and by the time she caught up with him, he had already disappeared.
Forget it, if you don't tell me, I won't find it myself?
Didn't our master say we were destined to meet? Maybe we'll meet without even looking for each other...?
Suddenly, her face fell again: "Pah! Me, destined to meet him?! Birds of a feather flock together. This guy is his friend, and that Lingyi is probably an idiot too."
Let's talk about everything when we get to Nanjing.
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There was no moon; it was pitch black.
In the flickering lamplight, Lin Feifei lay half-reclined on the bed, unconsciously pulling the blanket up a little.
She was, after all, a girl. Although she had been in ancient times for quite some time, this was her first time traveling alone. In addition, her martial arts and Taoist skills were poor, so she was naturally a little scared.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew in, the window sash made a violent banging sound, and the lamp on the table dimmed, as if it was about to go out.
Lin Feifei was startled and quickly gripped the sword in her hand.
The window kept swinging, and since it was already close to November, the whole room suddenly felt chilly. The light flickered even more, as if it were about to go out.
Seeing the light about to go out, Lin Feifei became even more frightened.
In Yuanfu Palace, there were lights outside all day long, and she often slept by candlelight. Thinking of this, she missed modern electric lights and fluorescent lights terribly.
She had a vague feeling that the wind was a little strange, whether it was natural or not... She touched the black purple stone on her chest, but there seemed to be nothing unusual, so it seemed that there was no evil spirit.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that her swordsmanship was passable, so she mustered her courage, gripped her sword tightly, got out of bed, and prepared to close the window.
Finally reaching the window, she breathed a sigh of relief and reached out her hand—
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from above.
Lin Feifei immediately felt the hairs on her body stand on end, and she dared not utter a sound. When she turned her head, she found nothing unusual beside her. Listening intently, she realized it was just the sound of mice gnawing on the roof beams.
"Dead rat!"
Lin Feifei patted her chest and let out a long sigh, feeling both amused and annoyed. It seemed this person often scared himself; her heart had almost jumped out of her throat just now.
Just as she was wondering what was going on, a white shadow seemed to flash past the window.
Like a ghost, silent and stealthy.
Catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, Lin Feifei immediately turned around alertly, only to find everything pitch black and silent again, as if nothing had happened, with only a faint cold wind and gusts of chill in the air.
The purple stone lay quietly against her chest, which reassured her. She then closed the window and went back to bed.
However, for some reason, she felt cold all over.
Suddenly, a white figure by the pine forest of Maoshan, which I hadn't thought of for a long time, inexplicably came to mind...
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Fortunately, although she was frightened that night, Lin Feifei did not have any nightmares, so she quickly forgot about her doubts.
The New Year has passed by in the blink of an eye.
She spent the last three months in a carefree manner. Although her master said she should head towards Jinling, she was naturally playful and thought it would be too boring to arrive at her destination so early. So she simply went to Zhenjiang for two months before heading to Jinling. Along the way, she would stay for five or six days in places with beautiful scenery. She traveled and stopped frequently, and did not encounter anything particularly special.
Finally, that afternoon, we arrived in Jinling.
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People at the time liked to call Jiankang "Jinling," perhaps because it was frequently referred to in famous poems and essays throughout history, taking advantage of its elegance.
Nanjing truly lives up to its reputation as the ancient capital of six dynasties. With its "ten-mile Qinhuai River and the splendor of six dynasties," it has been a cradle of literature and art since ancient times. During the Six Dynasties period, it became a gathering place for prominent families, a hub for merchants, and a center of Confucianism, attracting countless poets and leaving behind numerous romantic tales.
Jinling, the capital of Nanjing, experienced a period of decline during the Sui and Tang dynasties, but gradually revived during the Song dynasty. Although its former prosperity had faded, it remained a densely populated city with numerous markets and beautiful scenery in the Jiangnan region.
The streets were lined with brothels, their wine flags fluttering and their jewelry displayed.
On the river, painted boats glide across the water, with boatmen and boatwomen rowing and punting, the colorful boats coming and going like brocade.