Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

Cola Novels: turn the page and you're in another world.

modern.

The red sedan sped along the wide highway, and the buildings outside the window gradually thinned out, replaced by rolling mountains in the distance.

"Xiaoyu, where are we going?"

Zhu Jingjing sat in the back seat, rolling down the window a crack. A gust of wind immediately rushed in, making her bangs fly wildly. "Stop keeping me in suspense, just tell Jingjing!"

Jiang Chuan, in the passenger seat, glanced out the window and realized the car had already left the city. He couldn't help but turn his head and say, "Xiaoyu, we're out of town now. You'd better tell us something. Otherwise, Jingjing might suspect you're trying to sell her."

Lin Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him and snorted coldly, "If anyone's going to be sold, it'll be you. Jingjing is so cute, how could I bear to part with her!"

After saying that, she looked at Zhu Jingjing through the rearview mirror, her gaze softening, and her voice becoming gentle as if she were a different person, "Jingjing, didn't you have something you really wanted to do? Today, I'm taking you to fulfill that dream. Did you guess it?"

Zhu Jingjing tilted her head, frowned, and thought for a long time before finally shaking her head honestly: "Sister Xiaoyu, I can't guess..."

Lin Xiaoyu smiled and then turned the question to Jiang Chuan, "What about you?"

"Judging from the direction you're driving..." he said slowly, speculating, "You're not heading to a paragliding base, are you?"

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

"Chongba, I remember, Jiang Chuan seemed to have said..." Empress Ma frowned slightly, concentrating on recalling Jiang Chuan's words from the past, "...that paraglider, it seems..."

Zhu Yuanzhang abruptly stood up, his eyes fixed on the sky, and said in a deep voice, "He did indeed say that the paraglider was a technique for flying!"

Upon hearing this, Empress Ma also rose to her feet.

The two held hands tightly together, palms touching.

My palms are warm, and my knuckles tremble slightly.

It was hard to say whether the tremor was due to concern for her daughter's safety or the awe-inspiring power of the flying technique.

Modern paragliding base.

On the lawn, a huge umbrella-like canopy spread out on the ground, trembling slightly in the wind, like a giant bird poised to take flight.

"Brother! If Jingjing sits on this, will she be able to fly?"

Zhu Jingjing pointed to the paraglider in front of her, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Jiang Chuan smiled and shook his head, then gently ruffled her hair: "To be precise, it's not called 'flying,' it's called 'gliding.' But it does have a bit of the feel of soaring through the sky!"

Zhu Jingjing was no longer listening to these nuanced distinctions in wording; her feet were already hopping on the spot, wishing she could immediately strap on her parachute and soar into the azure sky.

"Brother! Quickly teach me how to use this!"

"Stop, stop! This is your first time, so stick with me and I'll take you flying." He paused deliberately, holding up one finger. "You only have one responsibility: be obedient!"

Zhu Jingjing pouted, muttering, "I want to fly by myself..."

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked up at the sky, his gaze falling on the giant umbrella spread out on the lawn. His brows furrowed, and he remained silent for a long time.

"Chongba..." Empress Ma frowned deeply, her face full of worry, and unconsciously gripped the hem of his robe. "This thing is clearly like a kite. Can it really carry people into the sky? Jingjing, will something happen to her?"

Zhu Yuanzhang held her hand; his palm was rough but warm.

He gazed intently at everything on the sky, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, but he did not utter a word.

The world beyond the heavens was beyond the reach of even the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!

modern.

"Jingjing, are you ready?"

Jiang Chuan's voice came from behind, muffled by the wind.

Zhu Jingjing nodded, intending to reply, but found her voice stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

At this moment, her childhood dream of flying into the sky was about to come true!

She was tied to Jiang Chuan in front of him, her back pressed against his chest, and she could feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.

The huge umbrella behind him had already billowed up, like a giant bird that couldn't wait to break free from the ground.

"I'll count to three, two, one, let's run forward together!"

Jiang Chuan's countdown was like a small hammer, gently tapping on the little princess's heart: "Three, two, one, run!"

Zhu Jingjing's legs started moving on their own, following Jiang Chuan's rhythm, rushing forward step by step.

One step, two steps, and on the third step, my feet suddenly felt light!

Her heart was also in her throat, filled with both fear and unease about the unknown, and anticipation of flying into the sky.

Suddenly, she felt her feet lighten!

The lawn is gone!

The earth has departed!

The whole world left with it!

Before she could scream, she was lifted up by a gentle yet irresistible force.

Beneath my feet are ever-shrinking lawns, ever-smaller cars, ever-smaller houses.

The wind rushed into her sleeves, making it hard for her to open her eyes, but she still tried her best to keep them open, not wanting to miss a single frame.

"Brother, we're really flying!" the little princess exclaimed excitedly, her voice trembling slightly with excitement and fear. "So this is what it feels like to be a bird!"

"It's not flying, it's gliding." Jiang Chuan carefully controlled the paraglider, correcting her word choice in a serious tone.

"I don't care! This is flying!"

"I don't care! This is flying!"

The little princess opened her arms wide, letting the wind slip through her fingers.

She was a pampered little princess in the Ming Dynasty, but never before had she been like this!

Like a bird, like a cloud, able to leave everything behind and soar through the sky!

"Brother..." Her voice was very soft, carried far by the wind, "Thank you."

Jiang Chuan remained silent, only tightening his arms around her waist.

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze was fixed on the giant bird gliding away in the sky, unblinking for a moment.

"Chongba..." Empress Ma's eyes were slightly red, and her voice trembled softly, "Jing'er, she..."

As she watched her daughter's figure soaring through the air, for some reason, her heart also felt as if it were suspended in mid-air.

The wind seemed to pierce through the sky, blowing straight into her chest, making her feel sore and swollen.

Zhu Yuanzhang let out a long sigh, and a look he had never seen before appeared in his eyes.

"Now look what's happened," he shook his head, his expression incredibly complicated, "I'm afraid Jing'er will leave me far behind."

There was an undisguised envy in their eyes.

modern.

Zhu Jingjing lay on her back on the lawn of the base, her chest rising and falling slowly, as if reliving the excitement of her flight.

"Jingjing, how is it?" Lin Xiaoyu walked closer, bent down, and pinched her cheek. "Your dream has come true, hasn't it?"

Zhu Jingjing nodded vigorously. "Sister Xiaoyu, thank you! If it weren't for you, I don't know when my brother would have brought me here!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan walked over and sat down beside her. "Jingjing, do you still have the energy? We've had our fun; it's time to look at something more educational!"