C7 Assassination(1)

The sky gradually darkened, and Ji Xuan and Mu Xue, who had been running here and there, finally settled down to rest.

Through the window, Mu Xue looked at the full moon. Being in a foreign land, she thought of her original world, as well as her homeland. She did not know when she would be able to return to her original world, nor did she know how she would be able to return. She was still thinking that her friends would think that she had gone missing, and that her family would be very anxious. Thinking of this, her emotions became even more complicated, and she couldn't help but tear up.

Ji Xuan handed Mu Xue a tissue. "What's wrong? Do you miss home? "

"Ji Xuan, do you think we can return to the original world?"

"I don't know." The bright moonlight shone onto his face, and he turned around to look at Mu Xue. "But there's one thing I can promise you, if I'm still alive, I'll definitely bring you back to your original lives. The two of us will return to the original lives together."

Mu Xue understood that Ji Xuan was the only person in this world that could be relied on. If he was able to put his life on the line, then he had to think of a way to save everyone. Mu Xue wiped her tears as a smile appeared on her face. "Look at what you're saying, it's not like we're leaving this world for life. I'll listen to it first. If you don't keep your promise, then you'll feel better."

"Fine, fine, fine. I will let Miss Su handle this."

The two of them smiled at each other. Mu Xue was always teased by Ji Xuan so her mood improved a lot.

"Alright, turn off the light and go to sleep. "Oh, there's no light, the candle goes out and we rest early. Tomorrow we'll go out for a walk and wish you a good dream." Ji Xuan blew out the candle and laid on the mat. He covered himself with the blanket and quickly fell asleep.

She turned around to see Ji Xuan sleeping like a pig. Ji Xuan kicked off the blanket and Mu Xue got off the bed to help cover Ji Xuan with the blanket. After looking at his face, she couldn't help but smile.

"Good night!"

Mu Xue woke up very early after a night had passed. She opened the window and breathed in the fresh air, feeling refreshed and relaxed. Her entire being felt much better. She turned her head to look at Ji Xuan, who was still sleeping lazily. She couldn't help but want to wake him up.

"Get up! The sun is about to set on your ass! " Mu Xue patted Ji Xuan a few times.

"There's no class this morning. Let me sleep a little longer." Ji Xuan replied in a hazy manner.

Mu Xue kept shaking Ji Xuan. "I don't have a class. Didn't I say to go shopping? Hurry up, if you don't get up, I'll throw some water at you. "

"My dear young miss Su, why are you so energetic this early in the morning?" Ji Xuan yawned sleepily. "I really can't stand you. Fine, fine, fine. Wait for me to wash up."

Ji Xuan had given in, while Mu Xue was extremely pleased with herself. The two of them finished washing up, changed their clothes, and walked out onto the street together. There were people coming and going on the streets, there were people singing, people shouting, people selling, and it was very lively. Mu Xue, who was greedy, would always argue about going for delicious snacks, but Ji Xuan couldn't mess with her. On the way there, Mu Xue was very satisfied with what she had to eat and drink.

"If the silver taels were to be placed on you, it would probably be gone in a day."

Mu Xue stuck out her tongue at Ji Xuan. "Slightly."

As they passed by a liquor store, they heard a shopkeeper say to a guest, "I say, Great Poet Zhang, you already owe a lot of money for the liquor. Do you want to drink more? You can't talk about it if you don't want to return the money! "

"I forgot to bring silver taels when I go out. I'll drink it again, and I'll definitely pay them back next time."

"Zhang Jie? Could it be that Zhang Sui, the great poet who wrote "The Night Pit of Fengqiao" and made Hanshan Temple famous in the north and south of the Great River? "Actually, I do admire him a lot. Now that I can finally meet him in person, it's truly an honor." Ji Xuan felt very excited, as if he had seen a celebrity.

But if you looked closely, this Zhang Zian looked like an alcoholic. Did all poets need a drink to create good poems?

Ji Xuan walked into the restaurant and said to the shopkeeper, "Please calm your anger shopkeeper. I will pay for this person's wine. "Give him two more jugs of good wine." The shopkeeper took the wine money and brought out two bottles of good wine. Zhang Zian was baffled. He didn't know why the kid was treating him to a drink. Forget it, let's drink first.