[Transmigration + History + Alternate World + Humorous Daily Life + Comedy + Original Poems for Showing Off]
I’ve transmigrated, so why is staying alive still this hard? Everyone else transmigrates and becomes a king or a conqueror. But when it’s my turn, all I can do is tell fortunes?
Young Master Chen said, “I appreciate everyone’s kindness, but I have no need for this secret technique at present. Please take it back.”
“Young Master Chen, it’s rather inconvenient to use both hands. Please accept this secret technique as a reference.”
Young Master Chen asked, “What do you mean by ‘using both hands’?”
Yun Biluo said, “Mr. Liu, your mount has run off. Why don’t you ride me, ” She glanced at her horse, only to find that all she had left in her hand was the reins. Where had the horse gone?
Liu Lanchu raised an eyebrow at Yun Biluo. “Ride you? What sort of impropriety is that? Never say such a thing again!”
Yun Biluo hurriedly replied, “Mr. Liu, you misunderstand. I meant you could ride me, ” Just then, a horse came over. Yun Biluo stared. It was her horse.
Liu Lanchu coughed. “Well, can we stop talking about who’s riding whom?”
Liu Lanchu said, “That’s a rather pessimistic way of looking at things. Instead of worrying about what might happen eighty thousand years from now, why not savor the beauty of the present?”
Yu Lingmiao looked at Liu Lanchu, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “The beauty of the present?”
Liu Lanchu rubbed his brow. “Yes, the present!”
Yu Lingmiao’s smile didn’t fade. “The beauty right before your eyes shouldn’t be missed either!”
He hurriedly said, “Stop! I surrender! Why am I discussing the present and what’s right in front of me with you? This is utterly improper!”
