Chapter 423: He's Back!

In the second year of Jinghe, in the long impatient cicada chirping, Jingguo ushered in the hottest summer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

This year's summer seems to be hotter than ever, Zeng Zuimo has just finished drinking a bowl of mung bean smoothie, holding an ice pack in his hand, but his heart is still inevitably irritable.

Of course, this irritability has nothing to do with the weather.

"Why do you have to leave so soon, can't you not go?" She paced around the room, looking at Wan Ruoqing who was packing up her clothes by the bed and asked.

"No, Elder Sun has already passed first, it must be ......not easy for them to start over there, it must be very difficult," Wan Ruoqing said softly, but the movements in her hands did not slow down.

"Even you're gone, what should I do?" Zeng Zuimo threw down the ice pack and asked.

Wan Ruoqing glanced back at her and said, "Why don't you go to Kyoto with us?" ā€

"I'm ......" Zeng Zuimo opened her mouth, she really didn't want to mention the place that had brought her endless nightmares, and said angrily: "Let's go, let's go, you all have no conscience, just let me stay here alone!" ā€

Wan Ruoqing finally put down the work in her hand, looked at the figure of Zeng Zuimo running out, and shook her head helplessly.

She must go to Kyoto, to be familiar with the operation mode of Goolan, even Sun Lao is not as good as her, and now that they are starting again in Kyoto, it will definitely be more difficult.

However, as soon as she left, Zuimo Mo had no friends here, and she couldn't even solve three meals a day by herself.

Shaking his head, he walked outside the door, stood under the porch and looked in a certain direction...... they had already set off half a month ago, and now, I'm afraid they had already arrived in Kyoto, right?

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This year, the summer in Kyoto is really hot, and if it doesn't rain again, I'm afraid that it will usher in another disaster year.

The word disaster year is nothing for rich and noble families, but for most civilians, it is the boundary between life and death.

In the past few years, disasters have occurred frequently, and even Kyoto has encountered a drought that has not been encountered for decades, and the people at the bottom are already discussing whether His Majesty is now immoral, which has caused dissatisfaction from God.

Li Xuan walked on the street in an ordinary dress, the scorching sun above his head made him wet his underwear after not walking for long, but he was a little envious of those idlers who were only wearing short shirts and wandering on the street, the Tibetan ice sent from the palace had long been used up, His Majesty did not go to the palace to escape the summer, and the concubines could only endure the heat in the palace, which led to a great increase in the demand for Tibetan ice, and now even the queen mother could only get a small piece every day.

"Childe, do you want to come in and have fun......

Even the voices of the girls standing at the door of the Qinglou were a little weak, Li Xuan looked at their miserable faces because they were washed by sweat, like monsters, they didn't even have the idea of going in and listening to the music.

"Fairy, eat my grandson!" A bear child with a bare ass and a half-human high wooden stick in his hand pointed at the girls at the door of the Qinglou and said loudly.

When the girls saw a child who was no more than seven or eight years old, they immediately laughed and trembled, pointed to the little gadget dangling in a certain position, and said, "Hee-hee, little brother, your stick is still too small, let's wait until you grow up!" ā€

If an adult man said something like that just now, he might be pulled into the building by them with a soft spit, and by the way, he would do something indescribable, but the other party was a child who had not grown all his hair, but he could only relieve them of their boredom when they were sleepy.

"Phew, shameless!"

A middle-aged woman next to the bear child spat at the door of the Qinglou, pulled the bear child, slapped it on his ass a few times, and said, "Stay away from this place in the future, or you won't even be allowed to go!" ā€

There were a few red marks on the buttocks, and the bear child was about to cry, but he was frightened by the woman's last words and swallowed back his tears.

Not letting him go to the bar, this is a thing that is countless times more terrible than spanking.

"Goblin, I'll clean you up when I'm older!" The bear child wiped his tears, put the wooden stick in his hand on his shoulder, and said silently in his heart while following his mother home.

Li Xuan always felt that what the bear boy said just now was a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while, just when he was visiting the Qinglou and listening to the music before, he heard the meat words said by those prostitutes.

"Hey, what's going on up front?" Raising his eyes and seeing a crowd in front of him, several teams lined up from the shop to the street, Li Xuan asked curiously.

A man behind him immediately walked up, and after a while he walked back again, and said, "Back to Your Highness, this shop sells something called mung bean smoothie, but for some reason, so many people buy it. ā€

"Mung bean smoothie?" This name had never been heard before, Li Xuan showed an interested expression on his face, and said, "Go over and take a look." ā€

A moment later, for a tael of silver, the guards who had entered through the VIP passage quickly came out again, but with a few more porcelain bowls in their hands.

Li Xuan took one casually, took it cold, tasted it with a wooden spoon, and immediately felt a refreshing coolness, and said in surprise: "Even the palace doesn't hide ice, who is the owner of this shop, it is so extravagant!" ā€

This mung bean smoothie must be made of ice, but the price is so low, you must know that Kyoto is hard to find ice now, how can anyone sell it so cheaply?

After eating up the smoothie in the bowl, Li Xuan raised his head and saw that on the plaque of this store, the words "Ruyi Fang" were impressively imprinted!

Syllable!

The bowl in his hand fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

"He's back!" Seeing His Royal Highness the Prince's face excited, all the guards were stunned.

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"I was too impulsive that day."

"Impulsive?"

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ It was me who was wrong. ā€

"What did you do wrong?"

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"Hesitating, admitting mistakes is not good enough, I don't accept it, start over!"

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"Don't go too far!" Miss Liu Er squinted her eyes and looked at Li Yi, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

Li Yi's eyes widened, not to be outdone, looking at her, isn't it just looking at each other, who is afraid of whom!

If she doesn't have a long memory this time, next time she will be stupid and desperate with people when she knows that she can't beat it.

"It's already a stick of incense......"

Xiaohuan rubbed his sour eyes, his uncle and second miss had already looked at each other like this, wouldn't their eyes be sour ------?

Li Yi's eyes were really a little sour, and he regretted it very much in his heart, he shouldn't have stared so big just now.

"That's all for today, truce!"

The chilled grape brew on the table was almost there, he rubbed his eyes, and was about to stretch out his hand, but he saw that the flask on the table was gone.

Miss Liu Er snorted coldly, leaving him with only a cold back.

The time is the third day of June in the second year of Jinghe, at noon, most people in Kyoto are still complaining because of the hot weather, Li Yi's iced grape wine was snatched away by Miss Liu Er, Emperor Jing just took the elixir and prepared to take a nap, King Jin pulled Yongning's little face and laughed proudly, the palace of the king of Shu held a feast, singing and dancing, and Qin Yu, who had ended the grounding two months in advance, walked out of the Qin mansion......

It was also at this time that the angry Royal Highness stepped into the gate of the Viscount's Mansion.