After wearing the book, I was pampered by Master Guoshi!

There is an endless stream of bustle on the streets, and the voices of hawkers are getting louder and louder.

Unannounced visits to Qizhou, something Wen Renjing had thought about for a long time, after all, if one observes with the emperor's guard of honor, one can only see the superficial things.
But if you are a commoner, you can see many differences.

Near the window in the lobby, Wen Renjing was wearing a dark-colored shirt, with flowing golden threads gleaming, beside Rong Chen's dark-colored brocade robe with cloud patterns, his face was cold.

"The national teacher doesn't feel comfortable, if not, I'll ask You Ci to accompany you." She asked in a low voice.

Seriousness is written all over his face, and his clear eyes are soft.

Hearing this, Rong Chen's eyes dimmed a bit, the veins on his wrists popped up, and a hoarse voice sounded.

"I'm used to it." The cold voice was a little firm.

It seemed that Wen Renjing had never seen this appearance before, and the sound of poof was very ear-piercing.

When looking at him again, Wen Renjing immediately took his hand and smiled mischievously, "Just get used to it, I'm still afraid that the national teacher will still be so ignorant of human fireworks."

When she was young, she still pestered Rong Chen to take her out of the palace, and played outside the palace for a long time. The national teacher was too unreal, and she was so beautiful.

It attracted many women's onlookers. The bold woman went up to ask if she was married, but was frightened by Rong Chen's indifferent appearance. She took her to a restaurant but didn't bring any money. In the end, it was Mu Xia who paid for it.

She also finally understood why Mu Xia still saluted and accepted Rong Chen after hesitating at the beginning. Although the two did not fight each other, they were still wholeheartedly for the royal family.

All she wants is to be famous, but she still can't guess why Rong Chen's purpose is.

"Can the national teacher bring money today?" She blinked her big eyes and looked at Rong Chen, with some joking elements.

And someone took out the shining gold from the silver-white purse, and he could still see the soft color on his face.

She bit her lip, and shook the teacup uncomfortably, "The national teacher has been using this purse for so many years."

"Well, Ah Jing's gift will never be lost."

A deep voice sounded, and he looked at Wen Renjing seriously, his golden pupils were faintly visible, and the light in the snake's eyes was like broken stars.

Wen Renjing had also seen the silver-white purse embroidered with ducklings before. It was embroidered when she was a beginner, and the first finished product was a little tattered, so she gave it to her nervous father.

There are too many things to learn later, and there is only this one who can continue to read.

Simply, Rong Chen became the second income.

This degree of newness and oldness can be seen that Rong Chending used magic to preserve it.

"After a while, how about I send the national teacher one more?"

"it is good."

"Boom!" The sound of a gong came from the side of the street, interrupting their voices.

"Those who have money will hold a money market, but those who have no money will hold a personal market! Come, come, come!"

The people outside were all attracted to it, surrounding a place where nothing could get through.

Wen Renjing stood up and watched from the window. It seemed to be a juggling troupe, and there were a few animals. The leader was a middle-aged man.

Behind him was a young child.

"Today we are here because of our predestined relationship, so we let the youngest perform the cupping drill." The man's high-pitched voice was resonant.

The people are watching, as if they want to know what will happen next.

Similar to how the seven or eight-year-old boy got out of the mouth of the cupping pot, everyone looked at this scene with curiosity.

I saw a boy coming out of a narrow opening. (end of this chapter)