Rather, it is the Naihe Bridge in front of the gate of hell.

The wind is blowing.

Pairs of resentful gazes were slashed from all directions like knives.

Among them, there is a bunch from Zuo Yingchun.

If the eyes had substance, Yang Ruoqing suspected that she would already be riddled with holes!

Next to her, Mrs. Zuo, who saw all this clearly, smiled knowingly.

She stood up slowly and said to Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Yingchun: "It's almost noon, let's go back!"

"Hey, okay."

Yang Ruoqing handed the bamboo basket to the servant girl and came over to hold Mrs. Zuo's arm.

Zuo Yingchun quickly supported the other one, and the two of them helped the old lady get off the stone bridge.

Yang Ruoqing ignored the jealous looks of the older girls and turned to look at the river behind her.

Zuo Junmo stood there, as if inspecting the dragon boat, while explaining things to the people next to him.
Chapter completed!