"Wow, is this Changsha? It's so prosperous."
"I've heard that there have been three defensive wars. If there was no war, it would be more prosperous."
"Senior Wangchen, I want to eat sugar figurines and sugar gourds. I want a hairpin too."
"Be gone, where do we monks get the money?"
The dialogue sounded like the whispering of ghosts. It rang gently in the ear, then became clear gradually. Then, all kinds of background noises came.
Li Xianyu opened his eyes and saw a lively and beautiful face tugging at his sleeves. She pointed to the bustling market on both sides, chirping, with a clear voice like an oriole.
This beautiful little girl looked a little familiar. She had a fair face and looked like an attractive apple. She was wearing a simple Taoist robe with a hairpin. She was a female priest.
