The jade pendant connects the past and present; the exiled crown prince's wife takes her entire

What is a flea market?

A silk flower suddenly slipped from her sleeve. Jiang Jinning quickly picked it up and carefully dusted it off.

This peony was made from scraps of cloth that Jiang Baoyu had thrown away, which she had secretly picked up, intending to exchange them for some silver.

"Miss, your flowers are so exquisite! Did you make them yourself?"

A man much older than her appeared before her. Although Dali was known for its open-mindedness, it was unheard of for a woman to speak to a man of foreign origin at such close range. Jiang Jinning quickly stepped back, flustered and unsure how to greet him.

"How about you sell these flowers to me? I'll take them for two dollars!"

Jiang Jinning was stunned.

So this area also accepts silk flowers?

But what is two yuan? Two coins? Isn't that a bit low?

That's what she thought, but since it was unfamiliar territory, she didn't dare say anything.

Seeing her like this, the man's eyes flashed with understanding.

His clothes were tattered, and he looked like he'd never seen a big city before; he must have come from somewhere as a homeless person.

"Your flowers are pretty, but they have flaws. The colors are too old-fashioned. I only bought them out of kindness because I thought they wouldn't affect wearing them. In this area, no one else but me buys your kind."

"Two yuan or not, I'm leaving."

Jiang Jinning became anxious.

It's a good thing that her skills can be exchanged for money in Wonderland; she can't miss this opportunity!

"Where's your QR code? I'll scan it for you. Do you have any more of these silk flowers? I buy them in bulk."

What horse?

"Where do you have a horse?" Jiang Jinning shook her head.

"Fine, I'll give you cash."

He shoved the money into her hand and then ran off as fast as he could, like he was being chased by a dog.

Jiang Jinning was dumbfounded as she held the unfamiliar object that resembled a copper coin but didn't quite look like one.

Why is the currency different in this area?

"Steamed cornbread, fragrant steamed cornbread, five cents each, fragrant steamed cornbread made from cornmeal."

Steamed corn bread!

Yes, buy some cornbread for the little general.

She ran over, opened her mouth, her face flushed, unsure of what to say.

How many do you want?

Jiang Jinning held up two fingers, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the steamed bun.

This steamed bun is much better than the one the constable gave us.

She took the steamed bun wrapped in paper, her eyes then falling on the strange little bottle of water placed to the side.

"Want some mineral water? One dollar a bottle."

Jiang Jinning didn't know anything about mineral water; she only knew that it was clean water, cleaner than the water given by the escort.

This bottle looks really strange.

She blushed and took out the water bag hanging from her waist.

"Could we install it here...?"

Although the vendors found the request strange, they complied.

After buying the cornbread and water, Jiang Jinning cautiously scanned her surroundings and hurriedly went to a small alley, hiding the cornbread in her clothes to avoid being robbed.

After doing all this, she was faced with another problem: how was she going to get back?

Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared, and Jiang Jinning was in another place.

The pain surged through my body, and what I saw was a desolate wilderness, no longer the bustling paradise.

Not far away was General Song, leaning against a tree, his face still pale and bloodless, with many wounds on his body, festering and oozing pus.

Jiang Jinning quickly realized that she was back. She immediately touched her body and found that the steamed buns she had hidden were warm and the water bag hanging from her waist was bulging.

The real touch made her clearly realize that what she had just experienced was not an absurd dream; she had really gone to a fairyland and used the hidden silk flowers to exchange for steamed buns and water.

A satisfied smile finally appeared on Jiang Jinning's pale face.

"Well……"

Song Qingyan let out a barely audible groan, a sound so soft that almost no one could detect it, but Jiang Jinning, who was already paying attention, heard it clearly.

She carefully approached Song Qingyan, opened her eyes, and stared intently at him. When she noticed his dry, chapped lips, she quickly pulled off the water pouch and carefully fed him water.

He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of water, and the sweet taste in his mouth immediately brought Song Qingyan back to his senses.

What came into view was a thin, pale little face, earnestly feeding him water.

This water is different from usual; it has no pebbles and no fishy smell. It has a sweet aftertaste, even sweeter than mountain spring water.

His gaze fell on her injured back.

"Are you... alright?"

Jiang Jinning stared wide-eyed with a mixture of joy and surprise, her eyes welling up with tears.

Despite the fact that the Jiang family secretly arranged for her to marry in place of the Duke's mansion, and even ransacked the house on her wedding day, the young general still helped her.

She always knew he was a good person, even though he didn't remember her, and had forgotten that he had saved a little girl whose purse had been stolen five years ago.

Jiang Jinning remembered the cornbread she had hidden and quickly took it out.

Song Qingyan was surprised when she suddenly unbuttoned her clothes and quickly avoided her gaze, but a steamed bun was handed to him.

Where did these cornbread buns come from?

This wasn't given by the guards. This cornbread is soft and fluffy, unlike the usual cold and hard cornbread. Even the guards couldn't get their hands on such a fine cornbread. Where did she get it from?

Song Qingyan frowned, about to ask a question, when the little girl nervously looked around, stuffed a cornbread into his mouth with one small hand, and said in an almost inaudible voice, "Eat quickly."

Song Qingyan wanted to ask for clarification, but her hunger instinct made her unable to refuse the food in front of her.

He started eating heartily.

This cornbread was the best he had ever eaten.

Seeing that he had eaten, Jiang Jinning gave him an innocent smile and handed him the other one, while she herself swallowed hard and tried to look away from the steamed bun.

Song Qingyan noticed her expression and, mimicking her earlier forceful act, stuffed another untouched cornbread into her mouth.

Jiang Jinning was dazed. She thought to herself that she couldn't eat it, but she still obediently started chewing.

It smells wonderful. I wish I could go to that heavenly realm to exchange for things again tomorrow night.

After eating the cornbread, Song Qingyan seemed to feel a bit lighter. He wanted to ask about the origin of the cornbread, fearing that the little girl had paid some price for it, but his body was really uncooperative, and before he could say a word, he fell asleep again.

The next day, Song Wanzhen whispered to Zhao Shi, "Mother, can you smell a milky fragrance? It seems to be coming from my eldest brother."

Zhao was utterly exhausted; otherwise, she would have definitely poked Zhao's head.

"What nonsense are you talking about! If the guards hear this, they'll think we're hiding food, and your brother will get another beating."

Song Wanzhen quickly covered her mouth, then glanced at Jiang Jinning, who was standing not far away with her head down, seemingly doing something. She was furious.

"It's all that jinx's fault! He took away all our steamed buns last night!"

"I'll go find your grandmother and see if she has any leftovers."

Zhao did not refute her daughter's words and walked in another direction.

"Grandma would never give us any, she'd rather save every drop of water for Second Uncle and the others..." Song Wanzhen muttered, but finally couldn't hold back and snapped at Jiang Jinning, "You jinx, what are you standing there for? Go and borrow a cart so that Big Brother can lie down and rest."

She knew perfectly well that it was difficult to borrow a cart, and no one would bother with them.

But she just wanted to make things difficult for Jiang Jinning.

After Jiang Jinning walked away, Song Yanxi from the second wife's family came over, chewing on a cornbread bun, and deliberately circled around in front of Song Wanzhen.

"Second sister, Grandmother gave me a cornbread. I said I didn't want it, but she insisted on giving it to me, saying that we shouldn't give bad luck like this to people who have lost their conscience and harmed others."

Song Wanzhen's face immediately darkened.

Grandmother has always favored the second branch of the family; she knows it perfectly well. Only Mother believes that Grandmother is fair and impartial.

"Second sister, please don't misunderstand. Grandmother wasn't talking about you, she was talking about certain outsiders."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

"Jiang Jinning, you jinx! It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, how could we have ended up like this!"

Song Yanxi, who was in front, snorted and smiled smugly.

After a long day of travel, Song Qingyan remained drowsy and his fever did not subside. Zhao Shi and Song Wanzhen were anxious and helpless. They went to ask the escort for help but were almost whipped.

Jiang Jinning bit her lip, hoping to go to the fairyland again to get some more medicine.

In the middle of the night, everyone was fast asleep, except for Jiang Jinning.

She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, her body tense, her heart pounding in her throat.

The moon hung high in the sky, and Jiang Jinning waited and waited, thinking she would never be able to go again. But just then, she felt her body become light, followed by a burst of white light.

Unbeknownst to Jiang Jinning, Song Qingyan had just woken up and was shocked to see something bursting out of Jiang Jinning's body.

The sound of the tin box still rang in my ears, along with the endless hawking cries.

"Two yuan a skewer of Sichuan-style boiled chicken... four yuan a egg burger..."

A variety of smells filled her nostrils as Jiang Jinning carefully scanned the area, thinking about how to find an opportunity to make money tonight.

She spotted the vendor who had bought her silk flowers yesterday, and her heart leaped with joy. She prepared to ask him if he could give her some scraps of cloth so she could make some silk flowers. She wanted to earn some money to buy medicine for the young general.

As they drew closer, they heard the vendor holding yesterday's silk flowers, vividly describing them to a girl dressed in a skirt similar to, yet slightly different from, those of the Dali era.

"These are intangible cultural heritage silk flowers, lifelike flowers. Look at the texture, it's incomparable to those synthetic fibers, this is real silk! I'd be losing money if I sold them to you for a hundred yuan."

"This material is excellent; I've never seen such good material before. In that case, I won't haggle with you; eighty-five."

"Oh dear, eighty-five won't do, I'd be losing you out. How about this, we each compromise, ninety, since you really want it, I can only sell it to you at a loss."

"become……"

Although Jiang Jinning was unaware of the cause and effect, she understood from the conversation and the discussions among the crowd.

Her silk flowers are very valuable in this fairyland!

She was scammed!