Xia Qianqian got up, blew on her red, frozen palms, and ran over: "Master Gu, what do you want?"
"Get in and follow me." After saying this, Gu Changsheng got on the carriage first. Xia Qianqian told the coachmen to follow him and got into the carriage as well.
The young boy rode the horse and drove the carriage, leading the caravan on their return journey.
Seeing the cartloads of porcelain clay following Maoshi Town, and no one harassing them on the road, Xia Qianqian patted her chest with relief: "Finally! It's been so hard for me..."
Gu Changsheng slowly took out a brown coarse porcelain bottle and pulled out the cork. The strong aroma of wine overflowed and filled the carriage.
Xia Qianqian looked at Gu Changsheng suspiciously: "Moutai?"
"Hmm." Gu Changsheng poured a little out of the teacup, "Want a taste?"
"Okay." Xia Qianqian had drunk authentic Moutai before, so she wanted to test this ancient version of Moutai. She took a sip and her eyebrows knitted together: How come this tastes the same as modern Moutai
Try it again.
Xia Qianqian took another sip and tasted it carefully. The more she tasted, the more she felt that it was the same. But how could Gu Changsheng have Moutai
"Are you curious about where this wine comes from?" Gu Changsheng raised the corner of his lips slightly, having seen through her thoughts.
"right!"
"It was given by a hermit."
Xia Qianqian opened her eyes wide. The hermit must have come from the modern era. Moreover, he had traveled through time to a higher level and brought wine with him!
Ah, can the hermit master allow her to travel back to the modern era
Xia Qianqian rushed over excitedly and grabbed Gu Changsheng's arm tightly: "Where is that hermit master?"
"I don't know. I only met him once. He must have gone traveling around the world again." Gu Changsheng lowered his eyes and looked at Xia Qianqian's little hand. "You're hurting me."
"Oh!" Xia Qianqian quickly retracted her hand. She asked disappointedly, "Can you help me contact someone? I have something important to ask someone."
"cannot."
"oh… "
Xia Qianqian hung her head in frustration, bent her legs, curled up into a small ball, and said no more.
Traveling through time is retribution, and I probably can't go back! Even if I go back, it's impossible for me to return to Gu Yanjing. Maybe now, he already has a real lover.
The carriage swayed, and Xia Qianqian's heart was about to be shaken. Gu Yanjing, you must be happy! If you are happy, it will not be in vain that I have worked so hard in ancient times.
Gu Changsheng put the wine in the wooden table, held the hand warmer and looked at Xia Qianqian quietly. Xia Qianqian, do you regret giving up on me and running to the poor mountain valley to farm
… …
The journey home was smooth and there were no further incidents.
But Xia Qianqian was in a bad mood during the whole journey and didn't talk much with Gu Changsheng. Gu Changsheng seemed to have caught a cold and was listless, sleeping for half a day.
Qing Tong was used to Xia Qianqian's erratic temper, and she was not used to her sudden silence. He suspected that she had had a quarrel with the young master, but he did not dare to ask.
The convoy traveled for a day, rested for a night on the way, and arrived at Pingning Town at noon the next day. Han Yuqing looked forward to Gu Changsheng's return home every day, and specially sent a servant to watch over him at the entrance of the town.
As the sun was about to set, another day passed, Han Yuqing frowned and became thinner. Mrs. Gu saw it and was happy: this girl was missing her son!
"Yuqing, Changsheng is back and the car is almost arriving in town." Mrs. Gu walked into Han Yuqing's room with a smile.
Han Yuqing, who looked like a wilted cabbage, was overjoyed when he heard this, and his whole body instantly radiated brilliance: "Really?"
(End of this chapter)