Comprehensive film and television: Passerby A, she is beautiful and cool

The moon is like a crescent moon, hanging high in the night sky.

All around, flames of war raged, the people's cries echoed, their lives unbearable. In this turbulent night, Qin Changsheng, clad in a black Taoist robe embroidered with white cranes, walked calmly along the night-shrouded path. She held a silver-handled whisk intricately engraved with lotus patterns, and in the other, a plain white umbrella, appearing otherworldly and at peace with the world.

Although Qin Changsheng was full of complaints about the system, he did not show it.

She whispered a vicious curse to the system: "Rubbish system, the only transmission that was on time was that one!" The system seemed to have long been accustomed to Qin Changsheng's scolding. This time it did not refute, but silently chose to go offline, as if it was making a silent protest. A subtle emotion similar to slaves rebelling against the landlord class quietly grew within the system.

Qin Changsheng narrowed his eyes, his ears moved slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the roadside. He saw a little girl humming a melodious little song and bending over to pick up firewood on the ground.

She stopped by the side of the road, staring at Qin Changsheng with wide eyes and curiosity.

Amidst the flying snowflakes, Qin Changsheng was dressed in white, with her black hair fluttering in the wind and her skirt swaying gently, looking like a fairy descending from heaven, inspiring awe.

The little girl blinked her innocent eyes and asked curiously, "Are you the fairy sister?" Qin Changsheng tilted his head slightly and pondered in his heart. He knew very well that the background of this era was completely different from the previous three worlds. This was a world with a strict class system and power was supreme.

The little girl's address reminded Qin Changsheng of Lei Wujie, the boy who had also called him "Fairy Sister." Thinking of this, Qin Changsheng's expression was dazed for a moment, and he murmured softly, "I suddenly miss that little bastard."

The little girl stood quietly in front of Qin Changsheng, staring at him with wide eyes.

Finally, she mustered up the courage and took a timid step forward, but then stopped and looked down at her dirty hands and clothes.

At this moment, the sound of carriage wheels scraping against the ground and the whispers of women chatting could be heard in the distance. Then, the neighing of horses as their reins tightened, combined with the clatter of galloping hooves, shattered the tranquility of the night.

Qin Changsheng reacted quickly, tapping the ground with his toes, picking up the little girl with one hand, and using his whisk to pick up the woman who was about to fall from the carriage with the other hand.

At the same time, she skillfully destroyed the wheels of the carriage, causing it to stop. This series of actions flowed smoothly and was coordinated perfectly.

The woman who had steadied the horse hurried over, grabbed the woman's arm, and looked her up and down, her tone filled with anxiety: "Miss, are you okay?"

The woman looked panicked. She covered her mouth with the handkerchief in her hand and coughed a few times, but she still gently comforted the anxious old woman: "Tu Niang, I'm fine."

Qin Changsheng looked at the woman who exuded a beautiful and intelligent temperament, then looked at the little girl again, reached out and gently rubbed her hair.

Her eyes revealed a depth and wisdom, as if she could see through everything in the world.

At this moment, Song Mo drove his horse to a broken carriage and held the spear inserted into the ground with one hand.

His eyes swept over the three girls and one little girl beside Qin Changsheng. He was quite familiar with two of them: one was Dou Zhao, the wife of Wei Tingyu from the Jining Marquis Mansion, and the other was the old servant serving beside him.

As for the third woman, Song Mo felt a little unfamiliar.

Qin Changsheng saw this and broke the silence, "Don't cry. There are yakshas who hunt crying children in the dead of night. They love to eat children like you who cry non-stop."

Although her words were harsh, her eyes revealed an indescribable care and worry.

After hearing Qin Changsheng's words, the others all turned their eyes to her.

The woman looked as beautiful as the compassionate fairy in the portrait, but the words that came out of her mouth were so sharp and scary that they frightened the eight-year-old girl.

Seeing that the little girl stopped crying because of the fright, Qin Changsheng nodded with satisfaction.