...
Zhao Wujiang was silent. It was good for Qi Lin to think so.
A person cannot be in a struggle all his life, otherwise he will be very tired.
And it is very easy to be contaminated by other causes and effects and provoke many forces or powerful individuals. When there are too many enemies, it will be difficult to escape.
Now that Qi Lin's cultivation is strong, he has been in Kyoto for many years, and his enemies have basically been killed by his hands. Even the thieves can't do anything to him. It is also a good thing that he wants to withdraw from the fight and live a peaceful life at this time.
With money, hiding in a corner, being a leisurely rich man, and marrying a concubine... Qi Lin touched the beard on his chin and thought it was quite wonderful.
He glanced at his wife, Hua Ruyu, who was staring at him with watery eyes, obviously touched by his thoughts.
He coughed softly, thinking that the matter of marrying another concubine should be forgotten, right?
"This matter is not urgent. We will discuss it later..." Zhao Wujiang smiled and said:
"I'll prescribe some more medicine and take care of brother Qi and sister-in-law."
Hua Ruyu smiled tenderly, she was deeply moved that her husband could think of her, and she was also grateful that her husband could make such a good friend as Zhao Wujiang.
She straightened her clothes and skirts to make herself more presentable:
"Brother Zhao, will applying rouge and gouache harm the progress of the conditioning?"
"Of course it's okay." Zhao Wujiang said seriously.
"Humph, that's not what your brother said. He said that applying rouge and gouache is harmful." Hua Ruyu snorted and gave Qi Lin a white look:
"He is willing to buy a sword, but he is reluctant to buy me some rouge and gouache..."
Qi Lin smiled awkwardly:
"Madam is already extremely beautiful, what do you want with that foreign object?"
Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled, and the atmosphere in the room was harmonious.
...
Zhao Wujiang and Hua Ruyu rode a carriage towards the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce. Hua Ruyu went to buy rouge and gouache, while Zhao Wujiang went to buy medicine. The gold sore medicine in his hand had been used up. Now Li Yuanzheng's junior sister Jiang Mengli is still injured. Medication is also required.
At the same time, a carriage drove from the northwest of Kyoto toward the Jiao Gang in the south of the city. The driver was an ordinary-looking servant in a blue shirt.
He is one of the two guardians brought by King Xiaoyao this time, Anping.
...
The west of the city, compared to the east of Kyoto, is a barren land.
Although Kyoto is already extremely prosperous, just like no matter how bright the sky is, there are always shadows, no matter how powerful the imperial power is, there are always areas that cannot be washed away by grace.
In the west of the city, there are many poor and beggars.
Perhaps their families were poor, and their parents were captured to work as laborers, leaving them alone.
Or they were deprived one after another by ruffian and wealthy businessmen, making it difficult to maintain their livelihood.
Or they came from other places, lived in the prosperous Kyoto, and were expelled by the officials of Kyoto, and were forced to come here.
The west side of the city is like the other side of the east side, the skylight, the upside-down shadow of the east side of the city illuminated by grace.
But such darkness and barrenness were also hidden by many officials in the west of the city, preventing them from being exposed to the emperor's feet.
It's as if the government situation is riddled with holes and undercurrents are surging. The ministers know clearly but pretend not to know, or they act wisely and sigh.
The bells of the carriage swayed and tinkled, and three or five children chased the carriage, laughing and envious at the same time. They were thinking that there must be a great person sitting in this beautiful carriage. If only they could give them some money. , even better.
Xiaoyao Wang Xuanyuan Yuheng was sitting in the carriage. The sound of the wheels rolling over the ground and the sound of children running and shouting all came to his ears. He frowned and stopped the carriage:
"Anping, stop the car."
Anping pulled the reins, and the horse slowly stamped its feet in pain.
"Xu..."
Seeing the carriage stop, three or five children clapped their hands and circled. Their clothes were in tatters and their dirty faces had bright eyes.
"Give them some money." Xuanyuan Yuheng said lightly.
"Yes." Anping said respectfully, took out a money bag from his arms, rummaged through some pieces of silver, and threw them to the children.
The children's eyes flashed, and at first they thought the big brother in blue was chasing them away. But when they saw the broken silver falling to the ground with a thud and rolling several circles in the dust, they immediately rushed over in panic and grabbed the broken silver. In arms.
"Thank you, big brother."
"Thank you, great benefactor..."
The children had innocent smiles on their faces, their dirty little hands were spread out, and the broken silver seemed to be shining at the moment, even though it was stained with mud.
Some children put silver into their mouths and bit it. I heard adults say that this is how real silver is identified.
The broken silver arm made their teeth hurt, but they were smiling.
The carriage started slowly. Xuanyuan Yuheng was smiling in his heart. Suddenly he frowned and called the carriage to a stop again:
"How can any child in Daxia laugh at such pain?"
Anping pulled the reins and remained silent. He knew that the Lord was not asking him, but the Lord Himself.
"Kill him." Xuanyuan Yuheng's eyebrows gradually stretched, revealing a warm smile.
Anping opened his mouth and was silent for less than two seconds. He said respectfully:
"yes!"
He knows that suffering is suffering, honor is honor, and humility is humiliation. The Lord does not like overcoming, let alone singing in suffering.
...
After two breaths, the carriage bell swayed gently, jingling and ringing.
And in the alleys we drove past, there were three or five little beggar-like children, clutching money tightly in their hands, lifeless.
