The market of the Purple Feather Imperial City is divided into the East Market and the West Market, the East Market is the place where the people of the country trade, and the West Market is the merchants who live in some foreign countries, and the goods sold are also foreign goods. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although the West Market is full of outsiders, it is not a mixed bag, and the Gyeonggi Guard's management of the West Market is no different from other places, and the people here are not racist, and there is a prosperous and harmonious scene.

Mu Zhiyu looked at the West Market as if it was more lively than the East Market, and the people were also very enthusiastic, with a relieved smile on their faces.

Murong Lingche's ability to govern the country into such prosperity and happiness is enough to prove that he is an emperor's talent, literary and martial arts, and his demeanor that looks down on the world.

Mu Zhiyu was pulled back to his thoughts by the strange aroma, and when he looked around, it seemed that there were many merchants selling spices.

Qing Dai saw the confusion in her eyes, and explained with a smile: "Madam, since half a month ago, a group of merchants from southern Xinjiang have come to the West Market, and they specialize in selling special spices and rouge gouache from southern Xinjiang. There is often a phenomenon of short supply, and I heard that the little maids who queue up to buy every day almost trample the store! ”

Ling Jiu's expression was a little serious, his eyes flashed slightly, there was a trace of unclear emotion in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were twitching, and he wanted to speak several times before stopping.

Mu Zhiyu looked at the fat powder shop closest to the entrance of the West Market, and said with a smile: "I think something is so fragrant, it turns out that in the past few days, the West Market has to be contracted by these rouge gouaches." ”

Qing Dai pursed her lips and smiled, and Zi Su said again: "If Madame likes it, we can go and have a look." Although there is no shortage of these things at home, they are always exotic, and I heard that they are very different from ours! ”

Mu Zhiyu looked at them and quipped: "I see that you are so active, you want to go by yourself!" However, you haven't been out yet, how do you know so clearly? ”

Qing Dai lowered her voice and explained: "Actually, we also heard from the little eunuch and the little palace maid who came out to buy from the imperial dining room!" ”

Mu Zhiyu smiled and was noncommittal. In the palace, as long as there is silver, it is very easy to inquire about some news or entrust someone to do something, Zi Su and Qing Dai, as the big palace maids beside her, naturally have to learn to be exquisite, deal with palace people more, and it is always good to know some things.

"In addition to these, are there other new things in southern Xinjiang?"

Qing Dai thought for a while and replied: "Rhino horn, ivory, Tianhuang, agarwood and other rare items are also imported from southern Xinjiang, and they are all goods that rich and noble families are vying to buy. ”

Mu Zhiyu smiled and said nothing. Even if these rare things are placed in modern times, they are all priceless treasures, and here, they are actually produced in southern Xinjiang?

She remembered that Xuan Ruojue had mentioned to her that the Gu girl in southern Xinjiang raised many rare animals, including huge elephants and rhinoceros, and southern Xinjiang was rich in all kinds of medicinal herbs and poisonous weeds, otherwise it would not be named Gu and poison.

Rhino horn, ivory or something, I've heard Jue'er talk about it, she is not too curious, what she is interested in now is those spices.

In the imperial city, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there are countless varieties of spices, even if the southern Xinjiang is good, it is just a temporary freshness.

"Let's go to the first one. You two, if you like something, buy whatever you like, and put it on my account. ”

Zi Su and Qing Dai were happy on their faces, and they thanked Mu Zhiyu busily.

Mu Zhiyu glanced back at Ling Jiu, who had been silent, and smiled: "Ling Jiu, although it is a bit overkill to be my follower, it won't be a straight face the whole time, right?" ”

Ling Jiu's face was a little confused when he heard this, and he said crampedly: "Madam, my subordinates don't have such intentions. ”

Glancing at the fat powder shop, his face was a little calm, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Madam, what spices or fat powder do you want, why don't you let the master send someone to bring it back for you... Don't go to the fat powder shop here......"

Ling Jiu said and glanced at Mu Zhiyu quickly, then lowered his head.

Mu Zhiyu's face sank slightly, and her intuition told her that things here must not be simple.

Ling Jiu was not a person of many words, let alone refuted her opinion like he did now.

"What, I want to go to a fat powder shop, and I have to ask your grandfather?"

Mu Zhiyu's pretended displeased tone, which made Ling Jiu suddenly sweat, and hurriedly said: "My subordinates have no such intentions, it's just... Just ......"

Mu Zhiyu frowned and said, "Just what?" Is there anything wrong with this? ”

"No... There is no ......"

Ling Jiu lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her, and his muffled voice made Mu Zhiyu even more sure that there was a lot of article here.

Could it be that Murong Lingche was hiding something from her?

It's just a fat powder shop. Why was Ling Jiu so nervous?

Mu Zhiyu frowned tightly and began to recall the spices that Murong Lingche had used these days.

Could it be that he was stained with the fat powder of other women's bodies, afraid that she would find out?

It's not right, the smell on his body has always been a cold incense, he has used this kind of incense since he was a child, and the aroma has already penetrated into his body, and it is not easy to hide it with other incense, and there is nothing abnormal in these days.

Besides, she never doubted his feelings for her, and she never hated him when other women approached him, and it was impossible for him to have the fat powder of other women.

But will there be any surprises? He is unintentional, does it mean that others are unintentional?

As soon as the thought flashed, she snorted, with his kung fu, who could get close to him?

The more she cared, the more cranky she became. But if this possibility is ruled out, what would it be?

Could it be that the root of the problem is that the spices here come from southern Xinjiang?

Mu Zhiyu had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly thought of this possibility. It must be like this, Ling Jiu didn't want her to go, because he had long known the depth of the water here, especially that there might be danger, and he didn't want her to wade into this danger, right?

Mu Zhiyu's expression suddenly relaxed.

Where did Ling Jiu know her thoughts, looking at her uncertain face, his heart was even more worried.

He couldn't have inadvertently misunderstood his wife, right? Isn't he guilty of greatness? I won't spare him when I go back!

"Madam, there is nothing special about this fat powder shop, just because my subordinates stopped you because ......"

As soon as Ling Jiu wanted to speak, Mu Zhiyu interrupted him: "Since you said that there is nothing special, then should I go or not?" ”

Ling Jiu secretly choked up, but he didn't dare to spit it out, thinking that nothing had happened so far, so it was a big deal that he risked his life to protect his wife. It's mainly something that Mrs. decides, and I'm afraid no one can change it except for the master......

He gritted his teeth and had to say, "Go, ......go, go, go, )