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Zhao Wujiang looked solemn and bowed towards the memorial tablet of Li Yuanzheng's mother.
He touched the incense head with his finger, and the sandalwood was instantly ignited. He inserted the incense into the incense burner and muttered words, asking the old man to be blessed and comforted by the spirit of heaven.
After the ceremony, he sighed.
When Wuya Pavilion was first built, he persuaded Li Yuanzheng to bring his mother and sister to live in Wuya Pavilion, and many people took care of him.
But Li Yuanzheng politely refused, and he naturally knew the reason.
I just didn't expect that everything would change in a blink of an eye.
"Let's go. From now on, you can live in Wuya Pavilion. There will be people there to protect you." Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly and said to Li Chanxi.
Li Chanxi hummed softly, looked at Zhao Wujiang with watery eyes, and said softly:
"Are you really Zhao Wujiang?"
Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled:
"You weren't sure, so you dared to throw yourself at me and cry just now?"
"I..." Li Chanxi was a little shy, her pretty face flushed, and her words were incoherent:
"It's just... you are a little different from the picture...
It's...much...much prettier..."
Zhao Wujiang laughed dumbly.
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On the carriage, the girl secretly looked at the gentle and handsome young man sitting beside her from time to time. This man who she admired and fell in love with was really more handsome than the portrait.
He is really as gentle as jade and kind to others as they say.
But the girl's eyes were timid and she was staring at her thin and old embroidered shoes. Her inferiority complex made her feel disappointed. A man like Zhao Wujiang must have many beauties around him, but he himself was not outstanding. If his brother hadn't made good friends with Zhao Wujiang, I'm afraid Zhao Wujiang won't even look at him twice.
"Hey, the Pavilion Master is here." The carriage stopped.
Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, took Li Chanxi's arm, opened the curtain and walked out:
"Let's go."
"Is this... arriving so soon?" Li Chanxi was confused.
She got off the carriage and looked at the buildings around her, becoming more and more confused. Isn't this the Western Market of Kyoto? She had been here with her brother.
Although the West Market is not as prosperous as the East Market, it is still a lively place with many shops.
"I'll take you to buy some clothes." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently. The girl's clothes were a little thin, and even if she wore a small jacket, she couldn't keep warm.
The little jacket must have been worn for many years and washed too many times. The warm cotton filling inside has become thinner and thinner, unable to retain heat at all.
Li Chanxi was held by the wrist, she lowered her eyebrows and nodded, not daring to look into Zhao Wujiang's eyes. She looked timid, and Nuonuo said:
"I...don't...don't have to..."
"Chanxi, you are your brother Yuan Zheng's sister, and from now on you will also be my Zhao Wujiang's sister. I will definitely take good care of you."
Zhao Wujiang's tone was soft and sincere. He took Li Chanxi's cold little hand in his and squeezed it tightly.
"Yeah." Li Chanxi snorted, her eyes filled with moisture. This warmth reminded her of her brother Li Yuanzheng, but it was a little different.
She followed Zhao Wujiang step by step and entered a shop selling women's clothing.
The shop is gorgeously decorated, and there are many heaters placed in the corners of the house to keep it warm.
The shopkeeper was a beautiful woman with a charming face and a plump figure. When she saw Zhao Wujiang's extraordinary clothes, she immediately walked over to greet him with her waist twisted and lotus steps.
"Master, why..." The beautiful woman looked at Li Chanxi with her eyes. She was young and pleasant, but she was a beauty. However, her clothes were a bit shabby, which obviously did not match the thick satin half-length cape she was wearing. Could it be that she is the concubine in the young master's new look?
The beautiful woman's thoughts changed and she cast a charming look at Zhao Wujiang who was thirty-four years old:
"Buying clothes for the new little wife?"
"My sister." Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly, and the plump figure of the beautiful woman in charge was almost pressed against his body.
The beautiful woman's eyes were all hooked, and she was posing, and Zilaishu took Zhao Wujiang's other arm:
"It's my fault that I have poor eyesight. The young master, my brother and my sister, think that I am a talented man and a beautiful woman. Only now do I admit my mistake..."
Li Chanxi's eyes were lowered. Just as he felt a little happy because of the shopkeeper's words, he felt disappointed because of Zhao Wujiang's explanation.
