Chapter 10 Girl Jingli

"I'm afraid this is not good, Master Bai. It's better not to disturb the deceased. Didn't you just say that you wanted to take a detour and leave quickly?" Jiang Qianfeng, who was surprisingly rational under the desperate situation, prevaricated.

"Hey, this is the first time you've spoken so logically, but saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. We can't just ignore it!" Bai Wuyan didn't give in anymore.

"Master Bai, do you mean there are living people here?"

"Would you know if you open it with me and take a look?"

"In that case, okay." After saying that, Jiang Qianfeng and Bai Wuyan stood at both ends of the coffin, picked up the fallen dragon bar, and struggled to lift the lid of the coffin a little and move it to the side.

When the thing inside saw that the lid moved, revealing a ray of light coming in, he suddenly let out a breath of relief and screamed loudly: "Let me out!"

The scream turned out to be from a little girl. The two of them struggled to remove the lid of the coffin, slowly sat up, and said in confusion: "What kind of broken place is this? Why am I here?"

"You don't even know why you are here, how do we know?" When Jiang Qianfeng saw such a living person and a beautiful little girl, his heart that was about to rise in his throat finally relaxed. He recovered.

He lost his usual curiosity and began to look at the little girl in front of him unconsciously.

This is not a lively person. Her cheeks are slightly red, her two thin lips are as red as peony petals, and the tip of her small and exquisite nose seems to exude an otherworldly aura.

This aura can't cover up the slightly angry frown on her eyebrows, but it can't cover up her naturally beautiful eyes at all. I'm afraid someone with such a beautiful face, even if she isn't wearing the sky-blue silk gauze dress in front of her,

But other coarse linen clothes are equally eye-catching.

But apart from the little girl herself, there is one thing about her that catches people's attention, and that is the jade flute on her waist. The flute is so emerald green that its aura is exposed. It seems that at night, it will appear on its own.

Like a dim light.

Ignoring the woman who walked out of the coffin, Bai Wuyan carefully explored the inside of Yixia's coffin, and found that there were only a few wooden boxes placed side by side. Inside were some of the owner's belongings during his lifetime, and there was no body. Could this be a costume show?

When thinking of the funeral, Bai Wuyan was the first to break everyone's confusion and suggested: "How about this? Let's go to the nearby villages and towns together to ask which family is doing the funeral and why they are here.

Is such a woman sealed in this coffin buried in clothes?"

"That's it! You must figure out why I'm in this coffin! Also, don't call me a woman, okay? I have a name, call me Yao Jingli." The woman finally came back to her senses, her eyes round and watery.

With big eyes and a small mouth, he scolded.

Although Yao Jingli didn't expressly agree, he implicitly supported Bai Wuyan's proposal. The group of three people and one horse followed the path of the funeral procession to see which company it was.

This is a funeral.

"Miss Jingli, I can call you that," Bai Wuyan said as he walked. Seeing that Yao Jingli didn't reply, he continued to ask, "I remember you said just now that you didn't remember how you were sealed in the coffin. What about you?"

Where does this little girl come from? What is she doing here by herself?"

Yao Jingli was in a daze, but she was suddenly asked again by Bai Wuyan. She came to her senses. After resisting at the instinct store, she thought for a moment and answered briefly: "Little girl, I came from the mountains in the southwest.

I lost my family in the disaster, and I was planning to go to Henan to join my uncle, and I passed by here."

Bai Wuyan secretly laughed in his heart. He must have been making up this rhetoric for a long time. It is not easy for a little girl to travel around the world. It is right not to tell others easily. He did not go further on this topic, but suddenly asked:

"Can you ride a horse?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Yao Jingli asked for no reason, and she was also confused in her heart. What kind of brain circuit does this white-faced young man have? However, judging from his charm and demeanor, he is not like ordinary scholars. Besides, other scholars followed him.

It's a little book boy. There is a little Taoist boy beside this young master.

"Let the Qianfeng Taoist Priest help you mount your horse first, and have a good rest. I guess you may not be able to survive until night." There seemed to be a mystery in Bai Wuyan's words. I don't know what he expected.

It is strange to say that this old yellow horse usually grinds and groans when carrying some supplies. Now that there is a little girl on its back, it has become lighter and lighter under its feet. If you say that it is inhumane, it is definitely not humane.

People believe it. When the hoofs of the old yellow horse stepped onto the bluestone road in front of them, most of the afternoon heat had disappeared. This is an ancient town. Judging from the architectural style and repair marks of the houses, it is estimated that they are thousands of years old.

Generally speaking, these ancient villages and towns are relatively closed and exclusive. The advantage is that the information is relatively transparent. The circle of people is very small. Even if a trivial thing happens to the Zhang family in the east, the Li family in the west will know about it in less than half a day.

A big event like a funeral or burial must be well known to everyone.

However, as a foreigner, it was better not to alarm the whole village when he arrived, so Bai Wuyan asked Jiang Qianfeng to find the children playing outside and ask about the location of the mayor's house, and the group went directly to visit.

The mayor's family name was Zhai, and he didn't expect that he happened to be the family holding the funeral. Mayor Zhai was over seventy years old, but he was in good spirits. When someone informed him, he went out to greet him.

Bai Wuyan reported to his family: "Old mayor, we came from Nanchang and passed by here on our way north. We don't want to catch up with your funeral in your mansion. I am very presumptuous. However, we have got some important news here and have some questions. I would like to tell you

Lao Yi also informed me to ask for advice."

The old mayor was very generous and hospitable, so he didn't mind. He said in a loud voice, "That's fine, let's go in and talk in detail." So, the group of people entered the hall and were invited into the Zhai Mansion.
Chapter completed!