......

Zhao Wujiang was silent. It would be great that Qi Lin could think like this.

A person cannot be in a fight for the rest of his life, as he will be very tired.

It is also very easy to get involved in other causes and effects, and provoke many forces or powerful individuals. When there are too many enemies, it will be difficult to get out of here.

Now Qi Lin has a strong cultivation level. He has been in Kyoto for many years. He has basically been killed by his enemies. Even the thief cannot do anything to him. It is also a good thing that he wants to withdraw from the battle and retire and live a peaceful life.

With money, he hid in a corner, became a leisurely and happy rich man, and married another concubine... Qi Lin touched his chin and felt that it was quite beautiful.

His eyes swept to his wife Hua Ruyu. Hua Ruyu's eyes were gaze at him with water, obviously touched by his thoughts.

He coughed softly, thinking that it would be better to marry another concubine?

"There is no rush to do this, it will not be too late to talk about it then..." Zhao Wujiang said with a smile:

"When I prescribe some more prescriptions, I will take care of Brother Qi and my sister-in-law."

Hua Ruyu smiled gently. She was moved by her husband who could think about her. She was also glad that her husband could make friends like Zhao Wujiang.

She sorted out her clothes and skirts to make herself look more decent:

"Brother Zhao, will applying rouge and water powder damage the progress of conditioning?"

"Of course, it's okay." Zhao Wujiang said seriously.

"Hmph, that's not what your brother said. He said that applying rouge and water powder is harmful." Hua Ruyu snorted lightly and gave Qi Lin a blank look:

"He is willing to buy a sword, and he is reluctant to buy me some rouge and water..."

Qi Lin smiled awkwardly:

"Mrs. What should I do if I want to do external things?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled, and the atmosphere in the room was harmonious.

......

Zhao Wujiang and Hua Ruyu were riding in a carriage and drove towards the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce. Hua Ruyu went to buy rouge powder, while Zhao Wujiang went to buy medicine. The golden sore medicine in his hand had been used up. Now Li Yuanzheng's junior sister Jiang Mengli has not healed.

You also need to take medicine.

At the same time, a carriage drove from northwest of Kyoto towards the Jiao Gang in the south of the city. The driver was a blue-shirt servant with an ordinary appearance.

He is one of the two guardians of Xiaoyao, who is now carrying Anping.

......

The west of the city is a barren land compared to the east of Kyoto.

Although Kyoto is extremely prosperous, no matter how bright the sky is, there are shadows. No matter how powerful the imperial power is, there are always places where grace cannot be cleansed.

There are many poor beggars in the west of the city.

They were either poor at home, and their parents were arrested for labor service, leaving them alone.

Or they are deprived of one after another by wealthy local businessmen, making it difficult to maintain their livelihood.

Maybe they came from other places, wandered to the prosperous Kyoto, and were expelled by the officials in Kyoto, and were forced to come here.

The west of the city is like the other side of the east of the city, which is the light of the sky, and the shadow of the east of the city shining under the grace.

But such darkness and barrenness were also hidden by many officials in the west of the city, and they were not exposed to the feet of the emperor.

Just like the court situation is full of holes and undercurrents, the ministers pretend not to know, or sigh with confidence.

The bell of the carriage was shaking, and the jingling was bells. Three or five children were chasing the carriage, laughing and envious. They thought, there must be a great person in this beautiful car, if they could give them some money

, it would be even better.

The sound of the wheels rolling over the ground, and the sound of the child running and shouting all fell into his ears. He frowned and called the stop carriage:

“Anping, park.”

Anping pulled the reins, and the horse slowly stamped his feet in pain.

“Well…”

Seeing the carriage stop, three or five children clapped their hands and roamed their clothes. They were torn clothes and had bright eyes on their dirty faces.

"Spread some money for them." Xuanyuan Yuheng said lightly.

"Yes." Anping respectfully called Yes, took out a purse from his arms, found some broken silver, and threw them to the children.

The children's eyes flashed. At first, they thought that the big brother in blue was driving them out, but when they saw the broken silver hit the ground and rolled in the dust several times, they immediately rushed over in panic and grabbed the broken silver.

In your arms.

"Thank you, brother."

"Thank you, great charity..."

The children had innocent smiles on their faces, their dirty little hands spread out, and although the broken silver was stained with soil, it seemed to be shining at this moment.

Some children put the silver in their mouths and bit it. The adults said that this is how the silver is identified.

The broken silver arm made their teeth hurt, but they were laughing.

The carriage slowly started, Xuanyuan Yuheng was smiling slightly, and suddenly he frowned and called the carriage to stop again:

"How can a child in Daxia laugh when he suffers this pain?"

Anping pulled the reins without making any sound. He knew that the Lord was not asking him, but asking him himself.

"Kill it." Xuanyuan Yuheng's eyebrows gradually stretched out, showing a warm smile.

Anping opened his mouth and was silent for only two seconds. He said respectfully:

"yes!"

He knew that suffering is suffering, honor is honor, and inferiority is inferiority. The Lord does not like to transcend, and he does not like the music and songs in suffering.

......

After two breaths, the bell of the carriage shaking gently, jingling and making a crisp sound.
Chapter completed!