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The bustling street market is as lively as ever, and the Main Street of Kyoto in Dashang will always be the most prosperous place in the world.

Qin Ziyue was wearing a robe with a dark pattern on her head and was tied with a jade crown on her head. She looked like a pretty young man who had just passed his twentieth year. She was strolling leisurely on the bustling streets, with only a weak servant beside her, blocking the abortion for him without a trace.

After walking for nearly an hour, I finally reached the end of the block.

The servant wiped the sweat from his head and looked at the Xicheng Tower, which was so far away, and he felt unsure. Could it be that this master was going to leave the city?

Fortunately, his master just stood for a while and stared at the two open city gates for a long time. Until the soldiers guarding the city began to doubt, he turned around silently and walked towards the road ahead.

The servant secretly wiped his sweat again. This master was indeed as General Manager Yang said. No matter how careful he was, he could not guess his deep and unpredictable thoughts!

Seeing that the "master" finally walked back, the servant breathed a sigh of relief and quickly trotted behind him, diligently separated the abortions on both sides.

Just now, a small wave of people passed by, and a clear and pleasant voice suddenly came from the left back: "It rains and rains, the sun is rising. I wish I could feel sick. How could I scatter the grass and the back of the tree? I wish I could make my heart sick..."

Qin Ziyue stopped, turned her head slightly, and looked to the left behind. Seeing this, the servant hurriedly looked over.

I saw a dirty beggar fiddling with a vermilion flower in his hand, shaking his head and chanting those words while admiring it. His voice was as clear as a mountain stream. I could not imagine that he was a beggar. And looking at his posture and expression, he was not a ragged beggar, but like a poet who had just drunk his heart.

If something goes wrong, it will be a monster.

Qin Zi has always been keen to perceive. At this time, he walked over quietly, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at the beggar condescendingly.

Unexpectedly, the beggar still knew it, and he still pinched a little flower in his hand intoxication and hummed in his mouth, quite contented.

Qin Ziyue looked at it for a while, her thin lips curled slightly, and showed a warm smile. He slowly squatted down, stared at the beggar's face that was shining because of intoxication, and said with a smile: "You are here alone, holding a flower and smirking, but what good thing makes you laugh so crazy?"

The beggar was interrupted and was a little angry, but when he heard Qin Ziyue asking this question, he couldn't help laughing, scratching his head, which was already dirty like a chicken coop, and took the flowers in his hand to Qin Ziyue and shook them, and said mysteriously as if he offered treasures: "You don't understand why I laughed, so you said I was stupid. Do you know what this is?"

Qin Ziyue looked at the vermilion flower, her golden spits were as bright as red gold, and even her petals were dyed with gold. After a while, she shook her head and smiled: "This is a wild flower."

The beggar immediately took the flower back and protected it in his arms, and curled his lips and said, "Tsk, I really don't know!"

Qin Ziyue was so angry that she laughed. Since General Ren, no one dared to talk to him like this again.

The servant immediately stepped forward and scolded: "Bold!"

However, the servant's voice was slightly sharp, which made the beggar's smug face froze slightly.

Qin Ziyue reached out to block the servant and said lightly: "It's rare to meet a true temperament, how dare you be rude?"

The servant quickly became frightened and nodded and retreated.

A faint sarcasm appeared on the beggar's dirt-filled face, and he continued, "This flower is called Wangyou!"

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