Transmigrated into the daughter of the prime minister, and thrived in space

The waning moon hangs in the sky, over vast mountains and plains.

Yu Xiaoqiao's eyelashes trembled slightly. She felt thirsty and weak. There was someone on top of her, and she couldn't move at all...

The corners of his lips twitched twice, and he felt a hint of sweetness on the tip of his tongue - sweet, salty and sticky.

She pried open a corner of her eyelids, and saw a shiny sword hanging above her head, with a drop of fresh, hot blood dripping from her mouth.

Yu Xiaoqiao moved her eyes slightly and glanced around.

Blood, blood everywhere, flowing down the hillside. There was only a source, but no end.

Around them, there were dozens of corpses lying in disorder. Not far away, there was a corpse hanging on the shaft of a cart, swaying slightly.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and there was a sticky substance under my body.

My head doesn’t hurt!

I pinched my fingertips secretly, it hurts!

The tip of the sword stabbed down vertically, and the brain had no time to command the broken body to save itself... A sword flew from somewhere and, as luck would have it, knocked the sword above Yu Xiaoqiao's head away.

Saved a life!

At this time, there was a faint noise.

I only heard a man in black whispering, "Boss, there's someone... Get out of the way!"

A gust of cold wind blew by, bringing with it an eerie feeling that penetrated into my heart, making me shiver with cold at the cracks in my bones.

Yu Xiaoqiao pushed the person away, dragged her heavy body to find a hidden place, and lay down shivering.

Through the gaps in the weeds, I saw a dozen men in black, full of murderous intent, holding swords, surrounding a man in blue.

"The ghost is still haunting you!" The man in green had eyes as sharp as knives and a hint of disgust at the corners of his lips.

A short man in black who looked like the leader, with a southern accent, said in a deep voice: "I'm asking you to return to Beijing and wade into this muddy water of Daxin. This day next year will be your anniversary!"

After he finished speaking, the man in black immediately attacked, stabbing the man in green like a poisonous snake or a ferocious beast.

The man in green brandished his sword and tried his best to resist. After a fierce fight, he gradually lost the upper hand.

When Yu Xiaoqiao saw that everyone was dressed in ancient costumes, she felt dazed and pondered for a moment in confusion.

My head hurts so much!

cross? !

Looking at the corpses all around and the fighting in front of him, Yu Xiaoqiao's heart was pounding like thunder and he dared not breathe.

The attack of the man in black became more and more fierce, and the man in green was stabbed by a sword. Blood flowed like a column from his shoulder, and his face turned pale instantly.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaoqiao felt a pang in her heart and wanted to lean over to lend a helping hand.

However, he was powerless and the situation was unclear, so he quickly retreated, fearing that he would die without a burial place if he was not careful.

The man's sword was knocked away, he was stabbed several times and fell unconscious on the ground.

“No… no…”

Seeing the flying sword shooting towards Yu Xiaoqiao...

She called out anxiously in her heart.

system?

Goldfinger?

space?

There was silence, no response.

The sword flew past her head and a lock of hair was instantly cut off.

Yu Xiaoqiao’s eyes widened, his heart rose to his throat, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Suddenly, a space appeared in front of me, and I screamed in my heart: Oh my god! My laboratory!

Yu Xiaoqiao reached out, took out a "Psychedelic Night Butterfly" and released it.

After a while, a dozen men in black came.

Some of them held their heads with their hands, curled up on the ground, and trembled.

Some of them had legs trembling violently, they were so scared that they peed their pants, and their feet were wet.

Some were terrified, stumbling and running, screaming, "Ghost! Ghost!"

The group of people fled in all directions.

Yu Xiaoqiao picked up a token, made of platinum and black iron, with a feather flying in the middle. She didn’t know whether it was left by the person who robbed and killed her, or lost in a hurry by the person who was chasing the man...

She calmly collected the silver, jewelry, and an unusual and exquisite wooden box from the cracks on the bodies.

Afterwards, they spent a lot of effort to bury everyone, but when they were burying the bodies, they vaguely felt that one person was missing.

Looking at the thirty taels of silver in his hand, Yu Xiaoqiao felt lucky that his luck was not too bad, thinking secretly.

Who is the original owner?

Judging from her clothes, she looks like a lady from a wealthy family. But judging from her carriage, maids, and guards, she looks unusual. Maybe she is a princess traveling incognito...

Yu Xiaoqiao was letting her imagination run wild while giving the man a simple bandage. She also did not forget to stuff two black things into his mouth.

Yu Xiaoqiao used all her strength to drag the man onto the cart, then drove away with difficulty.

After walking for a whole day, Yu Xiaoqiao secretly disposed of the old carriage and hired a new one... As the carriage swayed forward, Yu Xiaoqiao's mind was circling the past.

She, Feng Xuenuo and Lao Mu were in the laboratory filled with birds and insects, admiring a cultural relic on the glazed table - the Nine Golden Tripods.

Suddenly, the sky shook, the lights flickered... Yu Xiaoqiao's hand was accidentally cut by the red wine glass, and the flowing blood happened to drip into the central groove of the Nine Golden Cauldron.

A white light suddenly appeared, and the soul traveled to Daxin. A dynasty that had just been mentioned but not recorded in history.

Old Wood and Jon Snow, are they wearing it too?

How to go back?

The Nine Golden Tripods, it must be the Nine Golden Tripods!

Must go back!

It was a wild and uncivilized place, and I almost died twice in a short period of time!

Yu Xiaoqiao was daydreaming endlessly as she looked at the man lying opposite her.

He wore a blue shirt with wide sleeves and a beautifully carved, mirror-like white jade pendant around his waist.

A strand of hair hung over the chiseled profile of her face, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and she seemed alert and uneasy even in her sleep.

Yu Xiaoqiao was exhausted after all the tossing and turning, and soon fell asleep.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the man slowly woke up.

He glanced at Yu Xiaoqiao sharply, gently lifted a corner of the car curtain, looked around, and carefully measured the person in front of him.

Looking at the woman with her lips slightly open, sleeping like a baby, the man's guard dropped a little, and he thought to himself: What a beautiful woman!

Yu Xiaoqiao opened her eyes half asleep and saw the other person staring at her. She smiled faintly: "Awake?"

"Excuse me, young lady, where are you from?" The man collected his thoughts and asked calmly.

Yu Xiaoqiao stood up, sat against the back of the car, crossed her arms over her chest, did not answer, but asked the other party instead.

"I hired this car, and I saved you. So, I want to ask you first... May I ask you, sir, where are you from?"

When Yu Xiaoqiao spoke, her eyes and eyebrows showed a carefree and casual expression, and she exuded a calmness and maturity that was not typical for a young girl.

"I am Wang Yan, from Haojing, Kyoto. Thank you for saving my life, young lady. I will repay you handsomely one day!"

The man in blue looked at Yu Xiaoqiao, whose manner of speaking was different from others, paused for a moment, and spoke loudly.

Yu Xiaoqiao glanced at him meaningfully, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and her tone was a little lazy.

"That's right! This is how you accept a favor. The name may not be real, but I'll give you a generous reward - it'd better be real. If it's converted into cash, that would be great!"

Wang Yan smiled lightly, with a barely perceptible embarrassment flashing across his face, "I wonder what medicinal herbs did you give me, young lady, to make my sword wound heal so quickly?"

Yu Xiaoqiao's eyes lit up, and she spoke in a serious and solemn manner, imitating the way ancient people spoke.

"That's a miracle drug, very, very precious! If it's convenient for you, please pay me back for the money as well."

My identity is unknown, I have no one to rely on, and if I don’t have any money, how can I survive here?

Seeing that the other party was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had an extraordinary demeanor, Yu Xiaoqiao thought that he must be a nobleman. She made up her mind to squeeze more money out of him.