The second day of spring.
Zhao Wujiang arrived two miles outside Kyoto.
Perhaps he was timid about being close to home, so when he was about to arrive home, he slowed down his pace, got off his horse, led his horse Xiaohong, and walked slowly towards Kyoto.
He didn't know what his mood was now. It was very complicated, with some solemnity, some unwillingness, some courage, some sighing, some dejection, and even a touch of relaxation, and he breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
Close to the city of Kyoto, there are many people living around the city. They are wearing various clothes, including rough wood and linen clothes, and brocade and silk clothes. Men, women, old and young, walking in groups of one or two or in groups of three or five, wandering into the shops or shops on both sides of the street. Stop in front of the vendors setting up stalls.
As the beginning of spring arrives, they have to buy a lot of things.
There is a woman bargaining with a vendor in front of a shop.
There are children standing at the door of the candy shop, constantly stretching their little heads to poke around.
There is an innocent child who is held by his father's hand, raising his little head and asking various questions, frowning from time to time, and suddenly realizing from time to time.
There were also groups of children running around, bursts of laughter and laughter.
There are also women who curse at their men, but their eyebrows are filled with concern.
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All aspects of people and affairs fell into Zhao Wujiang's eyes.
He led Xiao Hong as he passed by. Many children sweetly called "big brother" and wanted to come up and touch the tall and majestic horse in their eyes.
There were five big and three thick men, staring at Zhao Wujiang and Xiaohong with envy in their eyes. They also wanted a bloody horse like Xiaohong.
Many women looked at Zhao Wujiang without hesitation. How come they hadn't seen such a handsome man before?
The girls from Xiaojiabiyu frowned and smiled, full of shame and generous, and secretly glanced at Zhao Wujiang.
A gentle smile appeared on Zhao Wujiang's cheeks. He took a deep breath and sucked back the relaxed breath.
These people still don't know the news that the world is about to collapse, or even know the tragedy of the war. They just live on their own one-third of an acre of land and live and work in peace and contentment.
When the world is destroyed, the strong men who came to this world to look for something will leave with their own people, and the vast majority of those who are left are ordinary people.
Whether it is the common people of the Great Xia, or most people in the grasslands or southern Xinjiang, they will be buried in this destruction.
Those who can leave safely will only be the first batch of strong people and those who are valuable and energetic.
Zhao Wujiang sighed softly and walked towards Kyoto.
The moment the truth is revealed to everyone in the world, it will inevitably cause shocking chaos.
He felt more and more homesick and wanted to go back and visit.
More than half an hour later.
He led the horse to the foot of the imperial city and approached Xingqingyuan.
When he stepped into the courtyard of Xingqingyuan, the three sisters ran up to him after hearing the news.
Su Huayi, dressed in white as snow, threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. Not seeing him for one day felt like three autumns, let alone not seeing him for such a long time.
Gu Nanyuan and Li Chanxi were also hugged by him on the left and right.
He was escorted into the side room.
The three sisters talked about themselves and asked about his recent situation with concern, whether his trip to Jubei City went well, whether a war broke out at the border, whether he had indulged in sex again, etc.
He patiently explained everything with gentle brows.
Su Huayi and Gu Nanyuan were the first to take off Zhao Wujiang's clothes, laughing and shy.
Zhao Wujiang smiled and said, sisters, I will do it myself.
The four of them hugged each other.
Dry wood is a raging fire that ignites at the touch of a touch.
After a long drought, there comes rain.
The three sisters and Zhao Wujiang have endless love stories and endless things to do.
Taking turns in the battle, he suppressed Zhao Wujiang or was suppressed by Zhao Wujiang again and again.
Qiao smiled brightly, laughed, squeaked and gasped constantly in the room.
They felt that Zhao Wujiang was becoming more and more brave, and he fed them again and again without hesitation.
Su Huayi was originally the most cheerful and sat deepest, but gradually, being as careful as her hair, she seemed to notice something was wrong.
Zhao Wujiang was still gentle, but she felt like she had something on her mind.
She asked about it, and Zhao Wujiang only said that he was a little tired.
