Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

Chapter 39 Returning to the Imperial Capital, the Night Before Arriving Home

A light breeze blew by, unlike the bombardment of the violent wind and snow that day. The entire palace wall seemed to be eerily quiet. There was not a single sound. Only a few palace servants walked hurriedly on the palace road, their faces very nervous.

At this time, ominous cries echoed above the palace walls. The palace servants on the palace road looked up unhappily and saw a black crow calling in the sky and flying with its wings spread, as if looking for something. Suddenly, it seemed to see something, as if it had found a target, and flew quickly towards the southeast corner of the palace.

The palace servants around were overjoyed, as if they were thinking that the unlucky crow had finally left. If the master and nobles saw it, they would be scolded. It just happened to be a... ghost garden, but it seemed that someone had just gone there, and it seemed to be the second prince...

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The sky was blue and the clouds were clear, which seemed to be a good sign. The breeze was blowing gently, and the bells outside the carriage were jingling softly. Under the bells, the coachman on the carriage frame gently gathered his clothes, looked up, and a look of joy gradually appeared on his face, as if he was also sighing at this uncommon good weather.

A pair of delicate hands gently pushed the door open a crack, pulled up the curtain, and asked softly,

"How far is this from the Imperial City?"

The driver tilted his head slightly when he heard this, and saw a pair of fingers with nails as white as green onions and jade gently prying a gap behind the closed door. A gentle and delicate voice came from behind.

"Miss, we are almost there. If the weather remains this good today, we can reach 10 miles outside the imperial capital tonight and enter the city early tomorrow morning. But if you want to go faster, it is not impossible to enter the city tonight."

The coachman stopped talking, and the carriage, which was originally moving at a slightly faster speed, gradually slowed down to a steady speed. He also tilted his head towards the carriage door.

Behind the carriage curtain, there seemed to be a barely perceptible sound from inside the curtain lifted by the hands, and then a voice as gentle as jade came out along with the sound of turning pages.

"Just walk slowly, don't rush"

Behind the heavy curtain, the voice of feeding meat sounded again, "Just continue at this speed, no need to speed up deliberately, just be steady."

As he spoke, he gently lowered the curtain to cover the warmth inside.

The driver outside the car nodded and gently closed the door to keep the cold out.

The carriage slowly moved in this vast white world, and the jingle bells sounded like a beautiful painting.

At night, the carriage finally stopped at the door of a post station on the official road. The coachman pulled the reins tightly, sighed, stopped the carriage steadily, turned around and knocked on the door three times with a slightly apologetic look.

"Sir, Miss, we have arrived at the post station. It is already late today and we can enter the city tomorrow."

There was total silence inside the carriage. The driver was about to knock again, and his raised hand was about to fall on the door when he heard the door, which had been tightly closed, open a crack, followed by a creaking sound as it was slowly pushed open. The curtain was slowly lifted, and a girl wearing a white embroidered cloak, with a face as pretty as a peach and plum, was slightly flushed. A pair of hands as white as scallions and as white as jade pulled at the collar, and her slightly squinting eyes seemed to be adapting to the cold outside.

"Girl, slow down."

When the driver saw that it was the girl who had lifted the curtain, he quickly pulled a corner of the curtain and lifted it up.

Qiu Yu originally planned to lift the curtain and get off the carriage, enter the post station, take a look at what was going on, and then come back to report. However, when she saw the driver pulling the carriage, and it was really cold outside, she really didn't want to get off, so she smiled and said,

"It's okay. I can still do this. But I'd like to trouble you to go and see if there's any accommodation available in the inn first, so that I can explain it to the master."

The coachman slowly loosened his hand, saluted, got off the carriage, and walked into the post station.

The autumn rain behind the curtain slowly lowered the curtain, revealing a small gap.

After a while, there was a 'squeaky' sound of footsteps in the snow. It didn't sound like it was just one person, but more like several people.

Qiu Yu, who was behind the curtain, looked at the people inside the carriage with a puzzled look on her face, especially the man in the high position.

In the end, he calmly turned the page of the book in his hand without even raising his eyelids.

Qiu Yu had no choice but to turn her face to the outside of the carriage and pull open the curtain on the other side. Her figure was faintly hidden behind the curtain, silently waiting for the other side to open, but there seemed to be 3-4 people behind the curtain.

"Excuse me, is the person in the car Master Gu? I am Jiang Ming, the postmaster of Liyang Post Station, and I have come here with three stewards to greet you."

As he was speaking, the people who were standing behind the driver folded their hands in front of their chests and saluted.

Seeing this, Qiu Yu immediately turned her head to look at the man in the car. It was naturally inconvenient for her to speak at this time.

The person sitting in the high seat seemed to hear and feel the sounds outside and Qiuyu's sight. He slowly put the book down, and his pair of eyes, which were as bright as water, gradually became indifferent. He winked at Qiuyu, and then looked at Qiuyu and Wen Baixu on the side. At this time, the two of them leaned against each other like old friends, resting their heads on each other's shoulders without any care, and snoring.

A hint of smile appeared in Gu Yanming's originally calm eyes. He quietly reached out his hand, gently pinched the boy's nose, and slowly tightened it. He raised his eyes slightly and watched his reaction with a smile.

The boy was playing chess with Zhou Gong in his dream and eating all kinds of delicious food. Suddenly, he felt suffocated and couldn't breathe through his nose. He opened his mouth and gasped for air. Seeing the delicious food and his dream career going away, he suddenly opened his eyes, gasped for air, and looked at the man with a smirk in front of him.

"you you....."

The young man panted, pointed a finger at him, and was about to stand up to accuse him, but Qiuyu, who was originally leaning on his shoulder, impatiently patted his head because of his movements and voice, and muttered, "What are you doing... You were sleeping so well, why are you moving? Be careful or I'll hit you."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the person who had fallen on the boy's shoulder pulled his arm with one hand, and pulled his shoulder to his cheek very familiarly, and kept smacking his lips and mumbling something incomprehensible.

The boy was completely awakened by her slap. His sleepiness was gone and he looked at the man with an angry face.

The man glanced at him lightly, and the smile he had originally had gradually disappeared, but the curve at the corner of his mouth still did not go down.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the carriage, "Master, please move to the inn. The room has been prepared by the postmaster. You can only stay here for one night."

The man closed the book with a snap, glanced at the two people beside him, and replied calmly: "It's okay, let's do it here."

As he spoke, he slowly walked over from the other side, but before getting off the bus, he gave the boy a meaningful look.

The young man looked at his back, confused, not understanding anything. But now that he had gone down, he had to go down too. It was just that... The young man helplessly looked at Qiuyu who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder.

The coachman jumped on the carriage and drove it into the yard, while the adult and three children standing in the snow followed the attentive postmaster into the house.

"A Xu... Master, you should have called her up. If someone sees this... they will say that I am overstepping my authority."

Qiuyu looked at the boy carrying Qiuyu with a worried look on his face.

When the young man heard this, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Sister Qiuyu, I called Sister Qiuyu, but she didn't wake up. I could only carry her down. I had no choice."

Qiuyu shook her head helplessly and patted Qiuyu's back nervously. The man who was walking in front paused, which made the postmaster who was following him look at him at a loss.

"After sending her back to her room, I have something to tell you. Come here for a moment, do you hear me?"

After saying this, he started to move forward again. Following the instructions of the postmaster, the man gradually walked into the house.

The boy thought he could just throw himself into the warm bed after sending Qiuyu off, but... Alas, the hard-working worker still has to work overtime.

Then he followed Qiuyu, carrying Qiuyu on his back, and walked towards the room with a helpless look on his face.

The young man put Qiuyu on the bed, and Qiuyu beside him patted his shoulder and handed him a bowl of water.

The young man took the water with a grateful look on his face, raised his head and drank it, then wiped it with his hand and looked at the autumn rain.

Qiu Yu didn't say anything, but just nodded, indicating that he should go and come back early and go to bed early, as he might have other things to do tomorrow.

The boy nodded, put down the bowl, and walked towards the door.

Qiu Yu behind him looked worried.

The young man closed the door gently, walked to a room at the end of the corridor, took a deep breath, and just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, he heard a voice coming from inside the room.

"Come in, the door is not locked..."