Qin Mengdie didn't want to go, so she was anxious to go home. However, the villagers were so enthusiastic that they almost carried her over. Then she reluctantly went over to have this lunch.

Of course, Qin Tianzheng, Zhang Suyun, Zhang Hu and his brothers and family also went together. Not to mention the crowds, they were also considered meritorious officials.

After lunch, Qin Mengdie wanted to come back, but the villagers refused to let her go, saying that they wanted to keep her for dinner, which was to be practiced for her. This made Qin Mengdie anxious and she wanted to go home.

In the end, Qin Tianzheng and Zhang Suyun came forward and said that the school was still waiting for them to go back for a meeting, and they really couldn't stay anymore, and would miss their jobs. This forced the villagers to stop having supper here.

Qin Mengdie silently sighed in her heart that this time the incident was entirely Fuyao's personal affairs, but the villagers were grateful to her and made it so grand that she felt so embarrassed. And the biggest contributor should be the dead head and the left hand.

There are many people who have helped him now, but they take it for granted, and even blame them for not helping them enough, as if they were born to help him, and fewer and fewer people are grateful. How can this make her feel mixed emotions and feel deeply?

The villagers then gave them a lot of local products, such as nutritious local eggs, their own home-raised chickens, and some very distinctive snacks. They filled two boxes, and even the two boxes were contributed by the villagers, because the three of them only brought two small suitcases to change clothes.

These villages are in the mountains, and Qin Tianzheng's car can't drive in at all. He has been parked in the towns outside the mountains. Thinking that he would have to walk dozens of miles of mountain road to go out. It was really a challenge for them to bring so many things. What a cumbersome burden, so they didn't want it.

Zhang Hu saw their difficulties and immediately volunteered to send them out of the mountain to serve as free labor. However, he could not resist two boxes and walk the mountain road, so other young and strong men came to help. In the end, even Qin Mengdie's own luggage was helped. This good thing is really rare in a thousand years.

When they left the village, Fuyao and his left hand followed. They were too lazy to fly, so they lay on the box they were carrying, sometimes looking at Qin Mengdie, sometimes closing their eyes to rest, and sometimes looking at Heizai.

Heizi is a dog, and she can see Fuyao and the left hand at any time, but Fuyao doesn't let it yell, so they will not find anything. So they made a secret eye contact. Heizi was very proud all the way because it was held by Qin Mengdie, and this time she finally robbed Fuyao's position.

Zhang Hu and his friends kept sending Qin Mengdie's family of three to the township, carrying their luggage into the car before going back, and their family finally drove on the way home.

Of course, they wouldn't tell anyone that they would actually live in a hotel in the county town at night, instead of rushing home today, because they knew they wouldn't have to open at all. They just wanted to leave the village early and didn't want the villagers to spend money on them anymore.

Before dark, the three of them arrived at the county town, found a hotel and went out to play. They held in the mountains for too long, and Qin Mengdie's greed in her belly was almost crazy. Now it is rare to come to the city. Can't she have a meal?

But what she didn't know was that since the moment she left the village, Fuyao had been following her, and the hand was now left in Qin Mengdie's room in the hotel, playing with Heizai.

Seeing Qin Mengdie's eating habits that completely ignored her image, Fu Yao's eyes were almost falling off. Can't she eat better? If this was in the Tang Dynasty, would she still marry? I'm afraid it would become a joke for the whole world.

If Qin Mengdie knew about his idea, he would definitely tell him that this is the 21st century and it is not the Tang Dynasty, so he doesn't have to worry so much. If she could return to the Tang Dynasty, she would definitely not be like this. She has the potential to be a lady.

The nightlife in the county town is absolutely incomparable to that in the big city. It ended very early. Qin Mengdie and his family of three returned to the hotel and slept beautifully in the air-conditioned room.

Qin Mengdie had another dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty that night.

It was still the small courtyard called Fusheng Ruomeng, the solemn mourning hall, or the huge black coffin, and they were sleeping in the same bed.

The sky was just getting light, and there were unknown birds chirping outside, waking Qin Mengdie up. She opened her eyes and saw a person lying beside her in the dark light, which was Fuyao.

Fu Yao seemed to have not woken up yet. His eyes closed slightly and his thin lips were slightly pursed. Even though the coffin was not very bright at this time, it was still obvious that this was an extremely beautiful man, and this man was her husband.

She had already accepted this fact, so now she is lying with him in the coffin, covering the same quilt, and she doesn't mind in her heart. The couple should have been like this, right? It's just that their bed is a bit alternative.

Fuyao didn't wake up, so she didn't get up, afraid that she would wake him up. Although she didn't know why she married him, she still knew herself very well and could not get married for no reason. The biggest possibility was that she fell in love with this beautiful and gentle man.

Not long after she lay open her eyes, the outside was already completely bright. Fuyao woke up. She quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She felt a little guilty because she had been staring at someone just now.

Fu Yao turned his head and whispered in her ear: "Dongdie, it's dawn. Today I will take you to Chang'an Street. You used to like me to go shopping with you."

Qin Mengdie opened her eyes and replied softly: "Okay."

She really wanted to go and see the ancient Chang'an Street. It would be even better if she could go to the palace. Now it was Li Longji in power, but she didn't know which year it was, and whether she had anything to do with Yang Guifei.

This time, Fu Yao first came out of the coffin, then reached out to carry her out. Finally, the two of them washed up and left the yard and walked onto the streets of Chang'an City.

It was a little early, and the streets were a little deserted. The stalls were all for breakfast and the stalls were not sold, but there were several clothes shops that made their own.

She looked at her outfit and was obviously still in modern outfit, which was out of place with the surrounding environment. She wanted to go in and buy new clothes to wear, and be an ancient person. But suddenly she remembered something, but she did not ask for it immediately, but asked Fuyao a question.

"Can't you see me now? Why don't I feel like I'm not integrated into my dream? It's like a ghost in the world."

Fuyao explained: "The time has not arrived yet. When the time has arrived, you will be seen by everyone like me."

She was puzzled: "What does the time mean?"

Fuyao continued to explain: "I can't explain this clearly. Simply put, it is the overlap between reality and dreams. At least after you wake up, you can remember me, and in the dream, you can also remember that there is another existence outside."

Qin Mengdie became even more confused: "What do you mean is that I know you in reality? How is this possible? I live in the twenty-first century a thousand years later."

Fuyao smiled and said, "I knew I wouldn't know that you told you now, so I'd better not say it. Let's hurry up and go shopping. Maybe repeat what happened before, and you can regain your past memories as soon as possible."

Qin Mengdie looked at Fu Yao with skepticism, nodded and said, "Oh, okay."

As time goes by, there are more and more people on the street, and naturally there are more stalls on both sides of the street. Qin Mengdie seems to be just a quick tour, just thinking it is a free tour, and there is also a free and responsible tour guide, Fuyao.

Qin Mengdie was not like those who performed in time travel novels and TV series. In ancient times, she either asked questions like a fool, or she seemed to have never seen the world, and was curious about everything she saw. Overall, she was still calm and composed.

She felt a little awkward at first when she walked side by side with Fuyao, but it gradually became natural. There were even many scenes she felt familiar with, as if she had experienced them before, but it was just a flash of feeling, and she didn't really remember anything.

Fuyao was not in a hurry either. She couldn't remember it, but she couldn't remember it. Some things were useless if they were anxious. Haste would not be fulfilled. He had more important things to do.

Along the way, Qin Mengdie didn't talk much to Fu Yao at the beginning to talk later, and in just one day, the relationship between the two was much closer, which made Fu Yao very happy, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Time flies, and it is soon evening again. The two of them return to Fusheng Ruomeng and are about to take a shower and go to bed. Qin Mengdie asked Fuyao curiously: "Why don't you have to eat? Are you a god?"

Fu Yao shook his head slightly: "I am not a god, and this is not in reality, so even if I don't eat, it won't matter. When reality overlaps with dreams, then the situation will change. Do you want to see it for a day?"

Qin Mengdie couldn't answer this question for a while, because she had never thought about it. However, since Fuyao had asked, she immediately thought about it carefully and thought that such a thing was magical. As a person with a strong curiosity, she felt that she still wanted to see such things.

When Fuyao heard her answer, she immediately laughed, smiling very satisfied. This was undoubtedly the result he wanted.

That night, Qin Mengdie and Fuyao were sleeping in the coffin again. She wanted to ask Fuyao, the yard was obviously very big and there were so many rooms, why did they have to sleep in the coffin? Can't they find a room to sleep?

But after thinking about it, she still didn't ask. Dreams are illusory, and she didn't need to break the casserole to ask the end. What if she knew such an irrelevant thing about a dream?
Chapter completed!