The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Or, let her recite Yi Bian's speech in public?

She had to come up with a way to get the best of both worlds.

Chu Jin walked slowly all the way, thinking about this question all the way.

In this world, there is nothing that cannot be solved with money.

Besides, I just got two million.

I believe that two million can solve a lot of troubles for myself.

Thinking of this, Chu Jin's eyes gradually brightened.

**

In a blink of an eye, half a day passed, and the sun became stronger and stronger. The lone boat was still slowly wandering on the river.

Like a leaf of duckweed, floating above the sea.

Chu Jin looked at the endless river, and said helplessly, "How long will it take us to reach the capital?"

4-5 hours have passed, but they are still wandering on the river.

The river seems to have no end.

Mo Zhixuan unhurriedly held up an umbrella and covered her head, blocking the strong sunlight, "Don't worry, we will be able to reach the capital after crossing this river."

Can we reach the capital after crossing this river?

so amazing?

The umbrella can block the sun, but it can't cover her jade-like face. There is a lot of aura on the mountain. Although she is recovering from a serious injury, her face doesn't look sick. Instead, her lips are red and her teeth are whiter.

There are beauties in the southern country, whose beauty is like peaches and plums.

"How long is this river?" Chu Jin narrowed his eyes slightly.

Before Mo Zhixuan could speak, the old man who punted the boat said, "Young people, don't worry, look how beautiful the scenery on this river is. This river is called the Bi'an River. It crosses the Three Realms and is boundless. The capital is right there. The exit not far ahead is estimated to be there tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow morning?" Chu Jin raised his eyes in surprise.

This is not far?

What the hell is this place?

Across the Three Realms?

Is this not on earth anymore?

"That's right, young man, if you're in a hurry, can the old man sing a folk song to relieve your boredom?"

Chu Jin digested the news, then nodded slightly, "Okay."

Could it be that when he met a young man who didn't dislike his voice, the old man happily raised his voice and sang folk songs, "Walk in the clouds, walk in the sky, and the laughter in the painting flows..."

The old man's voice was very sonorous and full of taste, he sang the most primitive taste of folk songs, and his sonorous and powerful voice filled the entire river in an instant.

It really is a master Tibetan folk.

Grandpa's golden voice is not inferior to any singer.

In a blink of an eye, the sun is setting on the western mountains, the moon is on the branches, and the sky is full of stars.

"Mr. Mo," Daiyu raised the gauze curtain on the boat canopy, looked up at Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin, "It's getting late, and the river is very humid. Would you like to come in with your sister? There is a lot of space inside." Yes, if my sister doesn't want to sit with me, I can come out." That looks a little pitiful.

And some empathy.

It seems that Chu Jin is the one who doesn't understand the general situation.

Daiyu's performance is very good, but unfortunately, there is no audience for her here.

"No need," Mo Zhixuan looked a little cold, and looked down at Chu Jin, "Do you want to go in?"

Chu Jin corrected Dai Yu many times, telling her not to call her sister anymore, but she still called her sister as if she didn't hear her.

"I'm not going in either, it's fine outside."

Daiyu bit her lips, and said with reddish eyes, "...Sister, are you still angry with me?" Her voice was small.

Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm the only child at home."

Daiyu glanced at Chu Jin, and said aggrievedly, "Sister..."

Chu Jin had no intention of acting with her, so he turned his head and rested on Mo Zhixuan's shoulder.

Sometimes, silence is the best response.

For example, Chu Jin's actions now.

A person with a cleanliness can actually tolerate others leaning on him!

This scene is too dazzling.

Daiyu put down the gauze curtain and sat back in the boat tent.

One day, she will make Mr. Mo's obsession with cleanliness invalid for her!

Sunrise Dongshan.

When Chu Jin opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

At sunrise, river flowers are more red than fire.

A round of fiery red sun slowly rose from the other end of the long river, and the surface of the printed river was fiery red, and the scene was quite spectacular.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, she directly supported Mo Zhixuan's shoulders and stood up, rubbing her eyes, the scene in front of her eyes has not changed, they are still on the ancient boat, "Why haven't you arrived in the capital yet?"

There was no sleepy look on her face as someone who just woke up, she was refreshed and looked very comfortable.

The golden sunlight sprinkled evenly on her body, leaving only a slender and graceful figure, with outstanding grace, as if coming from a painting, and everything around her became the background.

Mo Zhixuan looked at her profile, a layer of warmth appeared in his eyes.

The old man who rowed the boat seemed to be unaware of his tiredness, still smiling, "It's coming soon, we'll be in the capital in another hour."

One hour equals two hours.

"What time is it?" Chu Jin looked back at Mo Zhixuan.

Mo Zhixuan looked at her, the expression on his face remained the same, his voice was still as low as ever, "6:30 in the morning."

He didn't even look at the phone, he just glanced at the direction of the sun with his peripheral vision, and said the current time accurately.