C43 Eternal spring myrtle

Tu Shanyingguang landed lightly on the mast of a pleasure boat and looked towards the river bay.

At some point, a faint mist had appeared on the surface of the river. Countless lanterns flickered on the ferry, and the laughter of the women could be faintly heard.

East! Ship! Fog...

This was exactly what Xi Hua said.

Tu Shanyingguang was a little agitated