The sky was blue and blue, and a gentle breeze blew by, making Xia Xiaoju feel a little cool. The complicated clothes and shoulder-length hair made Xiaoju couldn't help scolding her. NND Although modern life is a bit unsatisfactory, it is modern after all. Who knows how she came to ancient times so miserably, and she was still a Dali dynasty that she had never heard of and had no impression of. Although the air is better, eh. . . . . Okay, it is very good, but life here is indeed very restrictive. Xiao Ju feels that she is really drunk. Her hair cannot be all grown up before she gets married. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are three layers of clothes inside and three outside. It has been ten years since she came here, and she still can't adapt to everything here. . .