time travel sweet

Early in the morning, Zhang Jia was awakened by the noise outside the house.

Zhang Jia covered his head with the quilt impatiently.But instead of getting smaller, the sound outside became louder and louder.

Just when Zhang Jia wanted to give up resistance and resigned himself to his fate to get up, there was suddenly silence outside.Only a male voice with an obviously suppressed voice was talking.

Zhang Jia's brows slowly relaxed, and he fell asleep again in a daze.

When he woke up again, he found that he was no longer in the bedroom, but lying on a slightly rocking soft couch.

"woke up?"

Zhang Jia looked up and saw that Guan Ju was sitting beside the pillow with a book spread out on his lap, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

Zhang Jia half sat up with one hand propped up, and looked around curiously.

There are some creaking floors and the undulating door curtains. Why is this so like a carriage in a costume drama? ? ? ? |????)っ

Seeing Zhang Jia's confused expression, Guan Ju couldn't help laughing: "That's right, this is the carriage."

Zhang Jia turned her head to look at Guan Ju in surprise, "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

Guan Ju smiled and threw the book on his lap aside, sat on his lap, stretched out his hand to open a drawer of the small cabinet on the soft couch head, took out a green sandalwood comb, and gently combed the Jia Messy Hair:

"Everything you think in your heart is written on your face."

"Really?" Zhang Jia raised his hand and touched his face, "Is it that obvious?"

Guan Ju smiled, but did not speak.After a while, as if he thought of something, he answered the non-questioned question and said softly: "One comb to the end of the hair, two comb the white hair to match the eyebrows."

"Huh? What did you say?" Zhang Jia turned his head to the side and asked.

"It's nothing." Guan Ju turned his eyes away from Zhang Jia's gaze, "Okay, combed."

Guan Ju removed the man from his lap again, picked up the book and read it solemnly.

Zhang Jia was stunned, what did Mr. Zonggong just say? ! ? !

Just when Zhang Jia was about to pull the tassel of the jade pendant on Mr. Zonggong's waist to attract his attention, the carriage stopped slowly.

I saw Huojiu opened the curtain outside, "I said, it's all here, why don't you... Oh my god! What's wrong with your hair, little Jiajia?"

Huojiu looked at Zhang Jia's head shape in shock.

Zhang Jia raised his hand in doubt and touched the top of his head, um, half-ball head, so cute!How spicy? (?°3°?)

"Hahaha...you did it again?" Huojiu laughed and asked Guan Ju.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Jia was confused again, what happened this morning.

"It's okay. Come on, get out of the car!" Huojiu's face turned red.

Zhang Jia: (⊙_⊙)? ? ?

Zhang Jia got out of the car in a daze, and found that they were standing in a vast sea of ​​flowers.

The flowers here are half waist long, the flowers are not big, a small white flower with a faint purple heart.

"(⊙o⊙) Wow!" Zhang Jia was shocked by the endless flowers, "What kind of flower is this?"

"Qiu Jin." Guan Ju wiped off a hair sticking to Zhang Jia's face, "This is the symbol of Qiu's famous family."

"Oh~...ah, no, why are we here?" Zhang Jia thought of the key question.

"The place where the Martial Arts League will be held is not fixed, it is decided by the leader by drawing lots. This year it is Qiu Mingmen's turn." Guan Ju explained patiently.

"Then..." "Everyone has been waiting for a long time." Zhang Jia wanted to ask something more, but was interrupted by a strange voice.

Zhang Jia followed the sound and found a man in a green robe coming out of nowhere.

"I have met the master of the closed door, sir." The man bowed his hands respectfully, "We are just a small sect in the Jianghu, we don't take good care of it, please forgive me."

Guan Ju kept a cold face and didn't speak, while Huo Jiu just smiled.

The smile on the green-robed man's face froze, and the air was full of embarrassment.

Guan Ju glanced at the man up and down, and spat out two grains of ice: "It's okay."

The man shook slightly and said, "Please follow me."

After finishing speaking, he squatted down and threw a small ball on the ground. He didn't know what mechanism it touched. He only heard the sound of "Gleng", and Zhang Jia felt that his feet were empty and fell straight down.

After only listening for three seconds, there was a heart-piercing cry from the ground,

"Help!!!!!!"???(??ω??)???