The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

It was late at night, and a group of Xuanlin Guards were traveling non-stop through the mountains and forests.

Dong Zhu was riding on the horse and didn't dare to sleep at all. He could only stare at the empty darkness with his eyes wide open, not knowing what he was thinking.

Instead, Zhao Mianmian was hugged by the masked man, bouncing on the horse's back, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, a horse came running towards them in the forest. Xie Chen saw the person coming and slowed down his pace.

The man did not stop his horse. He flipped over and flew down from his horse, landing accurately in front of Xie Chen.

"Sir, news of Jiawu's arrival."

The man took out a long and thin bamboo box from his arms and handed it to Xie Chen.

Xie Chen did not say anything. He took the bamboo box and opened the mechanism with ease. He took out a piece of letter paper rolled into a tube and examined it carefully in the light of the torch.

I don’t know what the letter said, but Xie Chen’s face didn’t look very good after reading it.

He lit the letter and watched it turn into ashes in front of him. Then he threw the bamboo box in his hand and ordered in a calm voice:

"There's a change of plan. We're not going to Jiawu."

"Xiao Wu, see if there is a suitable place nearby for the brothers to rest first."

"Da Yuan, go tell Lao Tong to wait in Wuzhuang first."

"Yes!"

"Understood, sir."

Xie Chen acted quickly and decisively, and in a matter of seconds he had arranged everything properly.

He dismounted and discussed something with the people behind him. After a while, Xiao Wu, who was sent out to explore the way, also came back.

"Thank you, sir. There is a dilapidated temple not far ahead. No one lives there. Do you think we brothers should stay there?"

Xie Chen frowned and thought for a while, then nodded again. The Xuanlin Guards behind him mounted their horses and headed towards the ruined temple.

From the time Xie Chen received the news to the time he made the decision and issued the order, it took no more than half an incense stick of time.

Dong Zhu didn't know what was going on, nor did she know where these Xuanlin Guards were going after changing direction halfway. She felt very nervous and indescribable worry.

Arriving at the temporary place, Dong Zhu settled the sleeping Zhao Mianmian down, then found an opportunity and carefully asked the Xuanlin Guards beside him:

"Sir, we are not going to Anji anymore?"

The Xuanlin Guard frowned upon hearing this, but did not say anything. Instead, he hurriedly ran outside and found a man who looked like a commander. He asked for instructions in detail, then came back and explained to Dongzhu in a concise manner:

"My Lord said that our schedule has changed. We will not go to Anji for the time being. We will rest here tonight and set off tomorrow morning. If we encounter a town on the way, we will drop you off."

Hearing this, Dong Zhu felt a little relieved.

She didn't know whether it was safe to continue following these Xuanlin Guards, but at the moment, there seemed to be no better way, so she could only pray in her heart, praying that she could reach the market town earlier tomorrow, find the person earlier, and then report to her family.

Dong Zhu fell asleep with a worried look on his face, but Zhao Mianmian twitched his nose and suddenly opened his eyes. The next second, he jumped up from the hay mat.

She smelled a fragrance, the fragrance of roasting chicken.

Zhao Mianmian didn't know where the fragrance came from, so she widened her eyes and looked around curiously.

In fact, Zhao Mianmian had eaten a lot of roast chicken in her previous life, so she was not that craving for it.

But she was hungry! !

You know, apart from the two pieces of cakes in the afternoon, she hasn't eaten a single grain of rice until now, and her stomach has been rumbling with hunger.

I don't know who is so immoral that he had to use roast chicken to stimulate her at this time.

[Anchor, this is just an abandoned temple with no one in it, can you please stop looking like an unsophisticated person?]

[What are you saying? Why is it that the anchor is looking around? This ancient world is so dangerous. If she dies in the next second, wouldn’t it be a waste of time? She should see more of the world while she is awake. ]

The audience in the live broadcast room didn't expect Zhao Mianmian to start the broadcast at this time. A few of them who were still awake were talking to each other on the public screen.

They couldn't smell the roasted chicken, they only saw Zhao Mianmian twisting her head and looking around, thinking that she couldn't sleep and was just looking around to kill time.

But as they watched, everyone realized something was wrong.

Zhao Mianmian was seen walking with his short legs quickly towards an empty campfire.

The fire was located in a secluded place, and there were no Xuanlin Guards guarding within a dozen steps.

There were only two blurry figures, standing upwind with their hands behind their backs, talking.

One of them looked like Xie Chen, and Zhao Mianmian didn't recognize the other one either.

Zhao Mianmian turned her head to look at Xie Chen and the unfamiliar Xuanlin Guard, then turned her head to look at the fire in front of her.

No, it's the roast chicken that's right next to you.

The roasted chicken was not big, and a small half of it had been torn away. The remaining part was skewered on a branch and placed on the side of the fire, emitting hot steam with a sizzling sound.

Zhao Mianmian struggled mentally for two seconds, and finally her physiological needs overcame her mental reasoning. She quickly and accurately stretched out her chubby little white hand towards the roast chicken in front of her.

[Fuck, anchor, you actually stole... a chicken?! ]

[No, isn’t it so exciting and crazy in the middle of the night? ? ...I like it! ]

[Uh, stealing things so blatantly... it's simply awesome!!]

[Make trouble, make trouble, make trouble! ! Anchor, make trouble! ! I support you! ! ]

The audience in the live broadcast room instantly became excited again. Zhao Mianmian looked up at the number of people online. The number had begun to rise gradually and was heading towards four digits.

But she was so hungry now that all she had eyes for was the delicious roast chicken. She had no time to think about the live broadcast or anything.

Zhao Mianmian used all her strength to pull down a chicken leg.

Since the roast chicken was not big, when Zhao Mianmian pulled it, half of the roast chicken was instantly gone.

However, before she could put the chicken leg into her mouth, a teasing male voice suddenly sounded behind her:

"I heard your family is in Xuchuan?"

Zhao Mianmian's hand holding the chicken leg paused, and her small body trembled visibly.

It’s thanks!!

The Xuanlin Guard who saved her and Dongzhu, Xie Chen.

Zhao Mianmian swallowed with her back to Xie Chen. Before she could figure out how to explain why she stole the chicken leg, the man behind her started talking again.

"By the way, I remember Xu Chuan has a wealthy family, the owner's surname is Zhao, do you know him?"

Huh? ?

Xuchuan's wealthy family? ?

Also surnamed Zhao? ?

Zhao Mianmian was stunned when she heard this, and turned her head with curiosity: "You... know my ancestor?"

The soft and sweet voice of a baby echoed in the air, accompanied by Zhao Mianmian's pair of animal-like eyes. Xie Chen's heart softened and even his breathing became lighter.

However, no matter how lightly he breathed, Xie Chen's gaze still swept across Zhao Mianmian's little face and fell on her hand holding the chicken leg.

Noticing Xie Chen's gaze, Zhao Mianmian felt a little guilty. She quickly put her hands behind her back, looking like "I didn't do anything".

Xie Chen was a casual person, so of course he would not argue with a little girl about the chicken leg. He smiled with the corners of his mouth hooked, and then asked:

"The ancestor you are talking about is Madam Xu Xiuzhu, the daughter of Lord Xu Yan of Gaoling?"