The two of them didn't know the way, and they had no goals. They wandered around randomly, but they actually integrated into the dynasty and enjoyed the New Year's Eve of 1539.

After walking around for about an hour, I saw a lot of people gathered in front of a high-profile house in front of me. The scene was very lively.

"Let's go take a look. We can definitely find out the news in crowded places!" Li Qianxia pulled Yang Qinglan and walked forward.

"You said the same thing just now when you saw the big stone in his chest." Yang Qinglan was dragged by her, with a helpless and calm smile on her face, which was carved by ice and snow.

She didn't stop her, she had no goals, and she couldn't get any information. The only thing she could do was increase her knowledge.

The heavy snow has stopped, and there are children having a snowball fight on the roadside. The snow is crunched underfoot.

Approaching the crowd, Li Qianxia relied on the height of a modern person, the eyesight and hearing of a player, and poked her head around to figure out what was going on.

It turned out that a large family had set up a stall in front of the door. Children who could go up and recite a poem about New Year's Eve could get a handful of candies, a bag of melon seeds, and a Yongle Tongbao.

Adults are more demanding and must compose poems, lyrics, and Spring Festival couplets on the spot, or write good calligraphy. As long as they pass the test, they can get one or two silver coins, a Spring Festival couplet, and two New Year pictures.

"I'm good at this!" Li Qianxia shook Yang Qinglan's arm excitedly.

Yang Qinglan didn't expect that she had such ability. She was worthy of being the twin sister of Mingcheng's liberal arts champion.

"Are you writing poems and lyrics, or spring couplets? Or writing?" she asked.

Li Qianxia kept mumbling and didn't listen to her words.

Yang Qinglan didn't bother her. She looked around and listened to the conversations around her. The adults were giving advice to the children. One child was so shy that his parents didn't even dare to go up to him. He grabbed his mother's skirt and wouldn't let go.

A group of literati were shaking their heads and thinking hard, just like Li Qianxia.

"I thought of it!" Li Qianxia squeezed forward, "Wang Anshi has a song called "Yuan Ri"."

The sister-in-law quickly grabbed her sister-in-law. If they were too late, their family's face would be lost in the Ming Dynasty.

"What's wrong?" Li Qianxia still looked confused.

"Only children can recite poems." Yang Qinglan whispered helplessly and funny.

"I'm a child!"

"You are twenty-one years old this year. In this day and age, if you are easy to have children, you may already be the mother of three or four children."

Li Qianxia pursed her lips and snorted softly through her delicate little nose, as if she was not convinced that she was not a child.

While the two were talking, a child had already walked out of the crowd.

He was wearing new clothes, but judging by the style, he knew he was from a poor family.

"What are you carrying?" the butler in charge of the stall asked with a smile.

"Poetry." The child replied crisply.

"Okay, you carry it."

""Yuan Ri", Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu."

The children's voices were crisp and clear, and they shook their heads. It was unbelievable that they had really returned to the Ming Dynasty.

When the child was carried to "Thousands of Households", Yang Qinglan smiled and said softly to Li Qianxia: "Look, this is a child."

"Thousands of households...Thousands of households..." The child held his hands behind his back and pulled them tightly, making his whole body tense.

"Everyone is not allowed to make any noise, even if you remind them!" the housekeeper said loudly, forbidding the adults from joining in the fun.

"It's too far behind me." Li Qianxia didn't know what he was proud of, and then used the 'sound transmission' skill that Yang Qinglan had studied in the past half month from the "Tightening Mushroom Style·Audiotic Hallucination".

"Thousands of households...every day! New peaches are always exchanged for old talismans!"

"Okay!" The adults clapped vigorously.

The housekeeper took some candy, melon seeds, and a copper coin, and handed them to the child as if he were presenting an award.

The child took something and ran away with his mouth wide open. He couldn't wait to show off to his friends and family, but someone caught him on the shoulder midway.

"Hello." The child raised his head and saw a very beautiful sister.

"I'm helping you, give me the candy." Li Qianxia spread her hands and teased him with a smile.

The child is familiar with her voice, it is the person who reminded him just now.

The child hesitated for a moment, reluctant to part with his candy, but he didn't dare not give it to her, so he had to lick the candy and then handed it to Li Qianxia with great reluctance.

"Go, go! Take it away!" Li Qianxia scolded with a smile.

The child ran away. He didn't understand why the other person didn't want it, but what did that have to do with him?

Children lick a piece of candy together and eat it, not to mention in ancient times, but also among some rural children in modern times.

There are reasons for living in poverty, and there are also children who don’t care much about distance and hygiene.

"This kid, try this trick with me. I've already mastered this trick after five hundred years. My brother can only eat my saliva every time." Li Qianxia showed off to Yang Qinglan.

People around him gradually stopped paying attention to memorizing and writing poems, and looked at Li Qianxia frequently.

Her long black satin-like hair, charming eyes when she smiles, bright red lips, and red clothes set off a delicate little face.

Just now, I used my magic power ("ability") to disable the spell that hides my appearance and temperament.

Yang Qinglan glanced at her, and Li Qianxia heard her voice and quickly cast another spell on herself.

At this time, the crowd suddenly became commotion.

"Huh? Where's the sugar?"

"The sugar flew away!"

The two people looked over quickly and saw the candies stacked on the paper flying into the sky one by one.

"A fairy must be a fairy!"

"The gods are out shopping too!"

"Bless my parents to live a long life, my wife and daughters to have a safe life, and my wives to have many concubines."

"The life of a thief is short. If you dare to have a bunch of wives and concubines, tomorrow I will act like an old monk and ring the bell!"

"I am the old monk!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"Who is the old monk?!"

At this time, Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia had already withdrawn from the crowd and followed the candies flying in the sky.

While walking through the streets, I saw candy falling into a courtyard. The two of them jumped up into the air, landed lightly on the eaves like feathers, and looked into the courtyard.

"Bah! This thing is not sweet at all."

It was like an ice and snow festival was going on in the yard. The snow that Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan made together was piled up into various shapes, including palaces, houses, pedestrians, carriages and horses.

Look carefully, isn't this part of the capital? The little snowman walking on the road is actually moving.

This is a map made of snow.

Above the map, there is a girl floating, with white complexion, long golden hair, and a pair of bright blue eyes. There are also a lot of candies floating around the girl.

"Bi!" Li Qianxia shouted, her face full of surprise.

The girl raised her head and glanced up, and said nonchalantly: "Oh, it's you. I saw two people coming over and were about to kill them."

Yang Qinglan glanced at the map. In the snowy scene below Bi's body, there were two ant-sized snowmen standing on the eaves. From this assumption, they must have been clearly seen when they arrived.

She was on guard in her heart. It could be seen from Bi's performance that the players who could enter this dungeon would not be able to solve it easily.

"Bi, why did you come to Ming Dynasty?" Li Qianxia had already entered the courtyard.

"Don't step on my map!" Bea shouted.

Li Qianxia hasn't had time to learn the flying magic yet, but her brother can "step into the air" and she has learned the flying "Dapeng" visualization method, so she has been able to fly for a long time.

She floated out into the yard.

Bi Dou threw the half-bitten candy to her and glanced behind her: "Where is my horse?"

"My brother is in the palace. Bi, aren't you Russian? Why did you come to Xia Kingdom?" Li Qianxia caught the candy, threw it into his mouth, and asked again.

"How do I know?" Bi rolled her eyes, "Go and call your brother and tell him that I want to ride him."

"No way." Li Qianxia pretended to sigh, "Don't talk about you now, I can't even ride, so Qinglan can only ride alone."

Bi glanced at Yang Qinglan and had no good impression of this stinky woman who lied to her.

"Are you alone?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"Do you think I'm here to play house? There are five more." As a princess, Bi has the best personnel distribution in the game, and is on the same level as the Xia National Team.

"Five? What is your mission?" Li Qianxia was surprised and curious at the same time.

"You guys say it first." Bi has suffered losses and been deceived before.

"Overcoming the tribulation and becoming an immortal." Li Qianxia explained her mission.

"We will kill Emperor Jiajing before the sixteenth day of the first lunar month."

Before the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, does it have anything to do with the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month? What does killing Emperor Jiajing have to do with becoming an immortal? After killing him, the dragon veins will disappear? Yang Qinglan thought.

"We might be enemies this time." Li Qianxia frowned, and she also thought of this possibility.
To be continued...