The wind stops the grass of the southern country

[eight]

From here to the country of rivers, the waterway is hundreds of miles away.

The Kingdom of the River is a small country with the scenery of a southern water town. Along the main river running from east to west, there are houses with black tiles and white walls on both sides. The river is covered with endless bluestone slabs, and occasionally there are barefoot children chasing after them. Playfully running past or young washerwomen beating wet clothes vigorously.

What's more worth mentioning is that there are large tracts of alfalfa growing here.

Whether it is by the river, on the hillside, or on both sides of the road, you will always see more or less turquoise, stretching into a monochrome bustling.From a distance, it looks soft, like tiny fluff.

A country where alfalfa grass grows will probably be favored by the goddess of luck.

"Ming Jin?" Sasuke and Lucky, who were walking by the river, were suddenly stopped by a strange voice.

Lucky turned around and saw a young man about ten years old standing there, handsome and elegant in fine clothes.Holding a green bamboo flute in his hand.His appearance was surprisingly familiar for some reason.

She smiled with some doubts, and said: "I'm sorry, you have identified the wrong person." Before her words fell, Sasuke slightly tugged at her sleeves, and she only had time to see a pair of coquettish three-pointed jade when she turned her head. In seconds, he fell into the illusion space.

"The jade pendant on his lapel is written with 'river' in official script, which is the symbol of the river king's family. Even if he is not the daimyo himself, he should be the son of the daimyo. It seems that you are his old friend. We should get close to him."

When Lucky came back to his senses, Sasuke's calm and cold voice had already interjected: "She is Akiki Hanazawa, but she has lost her memory."

The young man looked at Lucky with a gentle smile, which is the usual elegance of Jiangnan people.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The southern wind gently brushes over the large expanse of alfalfa on the shore, like the breath of summer.