Mo Siyu was sitting on the carriage board, leaning against the wall idly, shaking his legs boredly, "I was just waiting, looking at the moon, listening to the wind, and I can leave in less than an hour.
It's all right now, I wasted so much insect repellent powder, and I have to wait until the sky is bright before I can leave, hey! "
She sighed, rolled back into the carriage and lay down again, "It should be fine, everyone catch up on sleep while it's still early, as long as the smell of the insect repellent powder in the air doesn't dissipate, these poisonous insects will not dare Keep getting closer."
Everyone: "..."
Surrounded by poisonous insects, the water is blocked, to the point where life is hanging by a thread, who else wants to sleep except Mo Siyu?
Chu Chuyan stared at Uncle Sun, and said to the guard: "Help Uncle Sun to sit in the carriage. Uncle Sun is getting old. If you encounter similar things in the future, you don't have to worry about Uncle Sun."
These words seemed to have slapped Old Uncle Sun on the face, and the old man's face felt burning pain.
The jealousy in my heart was even higher: if it wasn't for this young boy, the young master wouldn't look down on him so much. I'm afraid he might not be able to keep his fame throughout his life and his undisputed status in the Chu Mansion.
He never thought about it at all, if it wasn't for others, his old bones would have been dragged into the insect pile by those beetles and gnawed until there was no residue left.
Until the sun rose, the sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the dense forest and sprinkled on the ground, those black beetles finally retreated one after another...
There was still a faint smell of insect repellent powder in the air.
Siyu was lying in the carriage compartment, the porcelain bottle was fixed at the window on the wall of the carriage, the cork was opened, and the faint smell of medicine wafted out from inside.
Among the large group of people, she was the only one who fell asleep soundly, sleeping ignorantly, and seemed to be more secure than sleeping in the inn.
Chu Chuyan sat at the front of the carriage, listening to the even breathing sound behind the curtain, and didn't know whether to say that she was big-hearted, or she was too sure of her own judgment.
However, there was no danger at all.
The wheels rolled, and Siyu woke up when she was starting again. She sat up, took the porcelain bottle from the window of the carriage, put the cork on it, and opened the curtain...
After crossing the mountain road and reaching a stream, Mo Siyu jumped out of the carriage and went to the stream to wash his face.
She looked at her reflection in the water, thought for a moment, took out the bone whistle from her neck, sat down on a stone according to the whistle she heard last night, and started blowing intermittently.
Chu Chuyan's expression froze, he exchanged a glance with Madam Chu, walked quickly to the edge of the stream, and saw Mo Siyu sitting on the stone slab, shaking his legs, trying to blow the bone whistle over and over again... ...
Chu Chuyan looked surprised: "How can you play this piece?"
Mo Siyu put down the bone whistle, looked up at him, "I heard it in the carriage last night, what song is it?
When it was noisy last night, I couldn't hear part of the tune clearly. I played it just now, and it seemed that I couldn't catch it. If you know it, can you teach me? "
Chu Chuyan stared at her determinedly, not knowing what to think of, and said after a long time: "This song is called "Gui Yuan", which was handed down by the first high priest of Yuecheng.
It means that everything returns to its original state and is for my use.
In Moon City, the power of the high priest is above everything else, and everything should be driven by the high priest, including everything in the natural world..."
Mo Siyu: "..."
As expected of a backward border area, no matter what age, it is still continuing such an ancient inheritance...