Fukang'an mounted his horse and reached out his hand to Yan Ning. Yan Ning hesitated as she looked at his hand. Fukang'an then turned his hand around and lifted her onto the horse.

In the past, the two had only been so intimate under duress; today, Fukang'an looked relaxed, more like he was on vacation than on business. Faced with such close proximity, Yan Ning felt her back straighten.

Although it was the opposite of the majestic and towering Mount Siguniang that Yan Ning had seen, the mountain path was still steep and difficult to traverse. However, with the verdant mountains as a backdrop, colorful butterflies appeared and disappeared among the lush green grass, and the sound of the river was clear and melodious, like a beautiful Western painting.

Faced with such beautiful scenery, Yan Ning's embarrassment lessened considerably. She turned to look at Fukang'an, whose usually cold face now showed a rare smile.

Fukang'an carried Yan Ning on horseback. The two did not talk much along the way, but smiled at each other. Although they did not have the wings of a phoenix, they had a deep understanding of each other.

Along the way, they encountered several people dressed in Tibetan clothing. The further they went, the more people they encountered. Yan Ning turned back and looked at Fukang'an with a puzzled expression. He smiled and said, "This is the county town closest to the military camp."

This area is mountainous, and even the county town is filled with stone steps. Fukang'an handed the horses over to a waiter at an inn near the town entrance, then took Yan Ning to the most bustling part of the county town.

Yan Ning saw that one side of the place was bordered by a river, with a simple wooden bridge spanning it. Looking into the distance, the sky, the bridge, and the water blended into one, like a beautiful embroidered painting. She couldn't help but run to the riverbank, wanting to reach out and touch this beautiful scene.

"Watch out!" Fukang'an caught Yan Ning, who was about to fall into the river.

Yan Ning was completely unaware of the danger she had just faced. She looked at Fu Kang'an, her face flushed with excitement and shyness, and said, "This place is so beautiful."

She turned around and found herself surrounded by ancient buildings, so she broke free from Fukang'an's hand and ran into a street. The stone-paved road, the wooden houses, the densely packed rooms under the eaves, the handicrafts and snacks sold along the street—all captivated her. She was mesmerized by the corner tower overlooking the water from its windows.

Perhaps due to the large Tibetan population, the clothing of the people in this county is a mixture of Tibetan robes and Qing dynasty attire. The Tibetan robes have large collars, long sleeves, no buttons, extend to the instep, and are tied with long belts. Although they have their own ethnic characteristics, they are based on the Qing dynasty robes.

Yan Ning picked up this and put down that. Although she had seen many handmade products, she could probably only see such handmade items without any trace of machine technology in time travel!

Fukang'an followed behind the childlike Yan Ning, his eyes deep as he watched her jump and run around happily. He hesitated, wondering whether he should proceed with the original plan.