Chapter 12 The little girl is desperate

  Chen Ji couldn't help but smile.

   This little lady has learned to use commas, question marks, and periods, and she can use them flexibly when writing messages to him.

  He didn't rush to reply.

  Because Xia Shumin's messages are always intermittent, it takes a while for her words to be searched by the super time and space blind date plug-in.

   Sure enough.

   A few minutes later, the little lady sent messages one after another.

   "Can iron blocks really fly into the air? Can iron boats float on the water? The novels written by the little girl's wild imagination in the past are actually similar to the illusion where Mr. Chen is, which makes the little girl really terrified."

   "If the emperor is not here, who owns the world?"

   "I don't know how mysterious clairvoyance and wind ear are. I hope you will reply."

   "Young Master, there is also the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States in the illusion? In ancient times, the first emperor of the Qin Dynasty unified the world, and the state was two hundred years old. After Qin was the Han Dynasty, and the state lasted for a thousand years,"

  "After that, there have been many dynasties changing, such as Qin, Han, Tang, Wei, Chu, Qin, Yan, South, North and Tang, etc. In the current dynasty, the Taizu expelled the Khitan barbarians and restored the clothes of the Han and Tang Dynasties. It has been ten thousand years since the first emperor of the Great Sage."

   "The little girl doesn't think about tea and food these days. I hope that Mr. Chen, who is above the sky, will answer the doubts in the little girl's heart. The little girl is very grateful."

   "The words are too offensive, please forgive me."

   "Young Master, are you here?"

   "The little girl is eager to wear it."

  Hello, Mr. Chen, are you there?

  After reading it, Chen Ji couldn't help but think of this sentence, and couldn't help laughing.

  After that lady Xia received his previous message, she couldn't hold back the curiosity in her heart, and eagerly wanted to ask more about "Lihen Tiantai Illusory Realm".

   So much so that you don't think about food and drink?

   "Hello, Miss Xia, are you there?"

  Chen Ji's bad taste came up again, just like before when he didn't know that they were blind dates in different time and space, so he sent her this sentence first.

   Then type her again, intending to answer her questions one by one.

   and ask your own questions.

  For example, Xia Shumin actually wrote novels, and fantasized about iron boats and iron birds?

  For another example, Qin Shihuang is just called the first emperor of the great sage. It is not surprising that there are many posthumous names of ancient emperors, such as the great sage, the most holy, and the most filial piety.

  However, the state of the Qin Dynasty lasted for two hundred years, the state of the Han Dynasty lasted for thousands of years, and the feudal dynasty lasted for tens of thousands of years.

   This surprised Chen Ji.

   Could it be that there is no technological change in Xia Shumin's world, capitalism has no germination, steam engine, industrial revolution, colonial wave and so on.

   didn't show up?

   "Mr. Chen, the little girl is here."

  A message came, which stunned Chen Ji who was typing.

  Information synchronized?

   "Miss Xia, can you still see it now?"

   Ten seconds later.

  A piece of text from top to bottom with beautiful fonts replied:

   "Master Chen, the little girl can see it."

  Chen Ji took a closer look.

   This handwriting should not be a font on the Internet.

   It was handwritten by Xia Shumin and sent over.

  Written by herself!

   It is estimated that it is still written with a brush.

   "Cheating has evolved again? I can post pictures!"

   Chen Ji, who had corresponded with Zhou Wan before, quickly figured out that this is the ancient world where Xia Shumin lived, a way of expressing sending pictures:

  Transform the text she wrote into pictures and send them over.

   That is to say.

  Chen Ji saw the handwriting written by a young lady who was the sheriff of the ancient world, and who also continued to write the Dream of the Red Chamber, a very talented lady!

   "This word is really beautiful!"

  Chen Ji admired it carefully, and found it even more beautiful.

  The handwriting written by the little lady of Zhao Guo is very beautiful, and the writing may be a little anxious, with a little elegant running script, which makes people think of her appearance of covering her mouth and nose with a round fan, revealing a pair of curious eyes.

   "Good evening, Miss Xia."

  Chen Ji greeted her.

   It was a relatively formal greeting, after all, it was the first real-time chat between the two, and they had been in contact by letter before.

   "Mr. Chen, good evening."

   Zhao Guo.

  Yongkang County, outside the city, Hongye Mountain.

  This mountain is 100 meters high and has beautiful scenery. There is a Hongye Temple on the top of the mountain. There was once an eminent monk with boundless Buddhism in the temple.

  The eminent monk was originally unknown. He liked to plant red maple trees. He lived here in seclusion for a hundred years and planted the trees all over the mountain. It looks like a flaming mountain from a distance.

  Thirty years ago, a wicked demon cultist passed by this place. After seeing the red leaves all over the mountain, for some reason, he disliked the scene and ordered someone to destroy it.

  The eminent monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, walked down from the top of the mountain, and confronted the devil.

  The people of Yongkang County didn't know how it happened, they only knew that from then on, when people mentioned Hongye Mountain and Hongye Temple, people in the rivers and lakes all had serious faces, and bluntly said that the eminent monk's martial arts had reached the realm of heaven and man, and the Dharma was unfathomable.

  Hongye Mountain is famous all over the world.

  Not only the people of Yongkang County, but also martial artists, businessmen, monks and Taoists traveling from many counties and counties outside the country, all came here admiringly, trying to find the trace of Hongye eminent monk.

  The noisy scene lasted for ten years.

   Until now, there are still many young people who are new to the rivers and lakes. They can't find eminent monks, so they plant a red maple tree to show their respect.

  To this day, Hongye Mountain has already been filled with red maple trees all over the mountains, and it has become a good place for people from Yongkang County to travel in spring and autumn, burn incense and worship Buddha, and travel together.

  At the foot of the mountain.

  The other courtyard of Xia Junshou's family is located here.

  The other courtyard occupies a large area, with pavilions hidden among red maple trees, not like the luxurious courtyard that a county guard should have.

  However, if there are Jianghu people who are looking for eminent monks and want to visit the Sheriff's Mansion, they will find that there are at least hundreds of elite soldiers guarding this courtyard.

  The inner courtyard of the Sheriff's Mansion.

A slender girl with a soft appearance and a graceful temperament was standing nervously in front of the stone table in the gazebo, with half of her buttocks leaving the stone bench, staring closely at a book of poetry called "Lovesick Poems", Holding a brush in his hand, he seems to want to write and draw in the poetry book at any time.

   "Miss, madam asked me to bring... lotus seeds, soup."

   "Ah, miss, you—!"

  Two cute and well-behaved maids who looked exactly the same walked into the courtyard where the young lady lived.

  As soon as the two sisters saw that their young lady was facing the poetry book again, her buttocks were half sitting and half not sitting, and she looked nervous, they knew that she must be fascinated by reading lovesickness poems again.

  It's just like the lady used to watch the Dream of Red Mansions, her eyes were red, she wiped her tears with a handkerchief and called Sister Lin, Sister Lin.

   Really.

  Miss always like this!

"…ah!"

  The daughter of the county guard's family, Xia Shumin realized later, looked at the maids for a while, then hurriedly put down the brush, covered the poetry book on the table with both hands, and refused to show them at all.

   also complained: "Green bamboo, green bamboo, why are you here? You didn't say a word, you scared me."

  The villain should sue first!

The elder sister Lu Zhu signaled her younger sister to put down the lotus seed soup, and said angrily: "Miss, don't read those poems about boudoir grievances and lovesickness again. Madam asked us just now, miss, you are always in a daze recently. Rough warriors are fascinated..."

   "Bah."

  Xia Shumin blushed, and after spitting, she reached out to pinch her maid's cheek.

  (end of this chapter)