Chapter 001: A Capture
Oh. It is rare for everyone to speak in unison
Once you have ridden it well, I will kindly inform you
The steamed buns were served, steaming hot and plump, making Mo Jiu's eyes turn green with envy
In front of her was an enlarged face of a woman, waxy and haggard, with straw-like hair pinned up on her head, secured with a broken wooden hairpin, dressed in a wrinkled cross-collared garment ... ! ... traditional attire
She was gazing at the carriage in contemplation when a flamboyant man in a yellow silk robe rode forward, blocking her view... His eyes were deep like a well, his nose was straight, and his skin was fair; he exuded an air of nobility and charm, presenting a finely crafted exterior—only to be regrettably lacking in manners. "Little widow, should I break your legs or cut your tendons?"
Boss, two tea eggs, please pack them!
Faintly, there is also a scent reminiscent of vegetables and fruits, akin to chilled mint water, wafting from within
"Archaeological value?" This term is new and clearly perplexed him
Hoo—Hoo—
Aunt Lan was in tears, "Ninth Sister, your madness has become even more severe."
However, on such a hot day, if the curtain is drawn tightly, it is likely that the appearance is not commendable
Quickly help me hold it, I cannot ride a horse
Quickly, Mo Jiu only had time to see the corner of his azure blue sleeve
No, no, no, Young Prince, in fact, you possess significant archaeological value.
"Little Prince, please have mercy, I really cannot ride a horse..." Dragging her voice, Mo Jiu's face turned pale, trembling in fear, which only elicited louder laughter from the crowd, who jeered and urged her to fall off the horse.
Is he the "Little Prince" who desperately pursues, is infatuated with unrequited love, vows to marry no one but her, and is determined to win her back with all his affection
Mo Jiu fell silent for a moment, feeling somewhat lacking in confidence. "I am a perfectly fine young lady. I have neither plotted against your wealth nor harmed your life. Why should I go with you? You must provide a reasonable explanation, don't you think?"
This atmosphere is so suffocating that it could drive a person to desperation
The sudden turn of events left the guards stunned on the spot
On the post road, a group of people blocked the way
This voice was faint and cool, coming from behind Mo Jiu, yet it did not cause her to lift her head from her hunger. She was focused on devouring the bun until the tea stall suddenly fell eerily silent, at which point she felt as if struck by lightning, slowly turning her head while still biting into the bun.
"Don't you recognize me?" That person let out a cold laugh, jumped down, and grabbed her messy long hair, like an eagle catching a chick, throwing her heavily onto the horse. Hearing her painful "hiss," he seemed to think of something, stared at her and asked with a smile: "Now take another look, does this prince look hideous beyond compare?"
A single bark of a dog, filled with a sense of satisfied joy
She knew she shouldn't stop the horse, but the tea and buns from that herbal tea stall under the sun, the tea eggs rolling in the pot, and the vendor's long calls while kneading the dough were too tempting for her, making her stomach almost reach out for them.
The Young Prince ... ... come ... ... come ... ...
Mo Jiu's expression changed, and he gasped unevenly as he leaned on the horse's back, nearly bouncing off.
Am I a runaway princess? How ugly must that young prince be for me to have to escape? As she was being pulled by Aunt Lan while fleeing, she simultaneously conducted an academic study on the laws of time travel.
What is there to be afraid of? At most, one might break an arm or a leg, but it won't cost anyone their life
She glanced at the woman and asked, "Who are you?"
Mo Jiu was deeply engrossed in his motivational thoughts when Aunt Lan suddenly came to a halt
"Help!" Mo Jiu cried out in panic, desperately screaming on the horse's back, but the horse seemed to be encouraged, becoming even more frenzied. It kicked and stomped, displaying a show of strength that was quite intimidating. In just a few moments, amidst the jolting, Mo Jiu let out a "wow" and began to retch.
Aunt Lan cried even harder, "You wouldn't have forgotten the silver you borrowed from me, would you?"
He turned a deaf ear, picked up a bun from the table with chopsticks, and said in a cold voice: "It seems I am full." After saying this, he threw the bun on the ground and slowly took the white silk cloth from the servant's hand, carefully wiping his hands.
Running at full speed for over a hundred miles, only the sound of the wind could be heard
When Mo Jiu was forcefully awakened by someone, he felt as if the world was spinning, and his mind was in a daze
But she suddenly straightened up, her legs clamping down heavily, and with a shout of "Go!", no one expected that the green horse would act as if it had been possessed, taking advantage of the guards' distraction to dash into the official road...
The woman was taken aback and cried out, "I am your mother..."
She could not help but frown, "Aunt Lan, why am I here?"
Mo Jiu forgot to eat the bun, his eyes wide open without blinking
Mo Jiu nodded in realization, adopting the demeanor of a young prince, and elegantly turned his sore neck, reflecting on the situation, yet something felt amiss. Wasn't the disparity between the environment and his identity too great?
Look at that scene, it is completely like a conflict scenario from a movie
As soon as the young guard finished speaking, everyone turned to look at him in understanding
Hahaha
The Mo family widow, can she really tame horses
vomit
Why aren't you chasing after them? If you keep standing there, you'll each have a horse tonight. A male one!
Your mother... you, girl, Lan, Aunt Lan!
Hmm? Mo Jiu was taken aback, rendered speechless
It turns out that each of them is her ancestor
Do I have a mental illness? Is it possible that her method of time travel is incorrect
Gulu ... ...
"Impossible!" A young guard scratched his head, "It was clearly a female; I just saw it last night."
... ...
On the galloping horse of Mercedes-Benz, Mo Jiu laughed heartily, raising his arms high and waving, "Goodbye, fools!"
If it were not for the corner of the garment and the hilt of the sword from earlier, one would surely think that there was no one above.
Her gums suddenly feel a bit itchy
Could it be that she is following in the footsteps of the predecessors who traversed through time? ... But ... ? ... What on earth is this little prince?
By the horse post outside the herbal tea stall, several men appeared at some unknown time. The green horse was shamelessly rubbing its head against the azure sleeve of one of the men, displaying an affectionate and tender demeanor
Do not say he is called a prince; even calling him an ancestor is of no use. This young prince, named Song Ao, is the youngest son of the current emperor. He is accustomed to being arrogant and overbearing. Today, in order to find this young widow, he has been running back and forth for dozens of miles in the scorching heat. He is already in a bad mood, and now that he has the opportunity, how could he let her off easily
A chill crept into her heart, yet she raised her chin and looked at the young prince, "Hey, a good dog doesn't block the way. I don't even know you, and in broad daylight, are you really trying to rob me?"
Her mother had grown into such a figure, and she could hardly believe that she could dress up as a flower
However, a gentleman takes revenge; ten years is not too late. If this method does not work, let us try another approach
As the person approached closer, a faint scent of mint, almost imperceptible, gradually cooled her heart that was boiling with excitement
"This, this king?" Aunt Lan widened her eyes, "My great-aunt, you fell from the post road; could it be that you have lost your wits? What time is it now, and you are still acting crazy? The young prince has brought people to pursue; they are coming. Hurry and escape!"
At number 110, there were armored soldiers with sharp weapons, and young men in blue robes, all of whom appeared spirited. However, what caught Mo Jiu's attention first was the black lacquered carriage with silver edges and a dark glaze in the middle. It did not have bright red or purple colors, and at first glance, it was not stunning, yet it exuded understated luxury everywhere—crafted from exquisite materials and with meticulous workmanship, the two fine steeds were particularly sleek and glossy.
Mo Jiu tightly clung to the mount beneath him, a peculiar smile of flattery appearing as a thought crossed his mind
Mo Jiu's heart is filled with tears
Qing Cong! Song Ao was both shocked and angry
If Mo Jiu knew that this green horse was known as "the first fierce stallion of Nanrong," she would definitely reconsider her earlier actions. Although during her freshman year, she often went to the equestrian club to ride horses and admire handsome men, she had never experienced such a "bone-breaking" steed before.
She shouted at the back of that guy: "12 wen of silver, you pay the bill"
This beast must be male, having not approached a female for a long time
It turns out that wealth and honor are all empty
Two distinct voices harmoniously overlap within her stomach, tormenting her nerves
With a loud "slap," before she could finish her sentence, the young prince struck the horse's rear with his hand. The beast, in pain, raised its front hooves high and let out a long whinny, as if eager to rid itself of the person on its back, struggling and jumping in a frenzy, in a state of madness.
He did not respond, nor did he look at her again, his profile in the light and shadow revealing a hint of disdain for her
Hahaha... Her embarrassment pleased the young prince. "Little widow, weren't you trying to escape? I lend you a horse, and instead of expressing gratitude, you are making a fuss?"
Looking at Aunt Lan, she does not seem to come from a wealthy family. She even has to borrow money from Aunt Lan; how tragic must her background be? No wonder that as soon as she appears, she is both hungry and thirsty, suffering from hunger and cold, destined to flee... Well, it is said that when heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon a person, it first tests their will and hardens their muscles and bones, and starves their body...
Song Ao's attempt to steal chickens failed, resulting in a loss of rice. Observe that person and horse departing with a flourish, a fleeting pallor crossing the handsome face. Then look at the flushed face of the young attendant and the ambiguous expressions of the others, their faces dark as the sky before a storm
Having fallen into a deep slumber from the ancient royal tombs of the Yinshan Mountains in the 21st century, I awaken in this desolate wilderness
The guards burst into laughter, while the carriage stood silently.
Wangcai, go take a look
The man, with a long sword at his waist, was tall and handsome, and a faint smile was clearly visible on his face. Yet, it stirred the air, hot as a furnace, into a sudden chill. Everything around seemed to lose its color, and under the blazing sun, he stood alone, walking step by step to her table. ... The sky was ablaze, his eyes were like ice, and together they mingled, adding a touch of mysterious golden patterns to his gaze ...
The sky was like a blazing fire, and the sunlight pierced her eyes, making it difficult for her to open them.
She brushed her disheveled hair, forcing herself to remain calm, "Who exactly are you people?"
Well, not only does it have archaeological value, but what is even rarer is that you are actually alive. Of course, none of this is the main point. Mo Jiu smiled at him, with brows like spring breeze and eyes like autumn moon, "The main point is, which of you can tell me... why are you stopping me?"
Mo Jiu was startled and sat up abruptly from the pit, staring blankly at a dirt-packed road above.
Song Ao is beautifully magnificent, yet he possesses a rugged handsomeness—an independent ruggedness that is out of this world
Little widow? This king? These two words, imbued with special significance, not only made Mo Jiu feel even colder about her own circumstances of crossing over, but also piqued her curiosity about the person in the carriage a bit more.
Young Prince, you are magnanimous and should not hold a grudge against a small person; please let me down first
Smooth, clean, and spotless
She stiffened and quickly reached down towards her groin
His beauty is different from that of Song Ao
Fortunately, there is nothing that should not be there
The young prince calls her the little widow, while this person refers to her as the elder sister-in-law. The young prince is a prince, so what is the identity of this person? This person is her little uncle, and what is her own identity? The family tree of these individuals is too chaotic, isn't it?
Still feeling indignant, since someone is paying the bill, she might as well indulge in a moment of extravagance
He watched her go wild on the horse with great enjoyment, his face beaming with joy.
A single call of "sister-in-law" startled Mo Jiu, causing the bun in his hand to fall.
Dismounting from her horse, she did not care whether there was any silver in her bag. She sat down and first gulped a mouthful of cold tea, then raised her sleeve to wipe her mouth, suppressing a belly full of sourness as she shouted, "Waiter, bring me some buns."
Mo Jiu then noticed a large yellow dog wagging its tail at his feet, joyfully carrying a meat bun in its mouth, as if it had received a reward, running back and forth affectionately towards its owner, which made her mouth water with desire
If the young prince is already riding a horse, who could the person in the carriage be
"Sister-in-law, have you finished eating?" He smiled gently, his voice rich like wine, yet carrying a hint of chill, coiling around like the tongue of a venomous snake, devoid of any warmth. "Once you have finished eating, let us set off."
As the curtains swayed, a section of the sword hilt gently lifted the carriage curtain and then quickly lowered it.