- People's behavior and habits of thinking are largely influenced by the details of life, and these details are multifaceted. Although Mo Ye has the identity of Song Houseism's sister, the main source of her life details is not actually this, but her communication circle, which can be large or small.

There were only two people in this circle besides her, and it seemed that there was little room for exchange of knowledge, but in fact the circle could be expanded in an instant—if the other two people who made up the circle wanted to.

Apparently the two of them were reluctant to do so.

But their style and habits have gradually had some subtle influence on Mo Ye's personality style and habits. Regarding Ruan Luo's poisonous wound and suddenly falling ill again, Mo Ye not only thought like ordinary people, thinking that this was due to Ruan Luo's relatively weak body, but also thought about another question.

Objectively speaking, Mo Ye's other idea is a bit unkind, but it is not vexatious.

Mo Ye didn't know how many times Ruan Luo had used it before, but she had seen Ruan Luo use it once, and he himself quickly admitted it, so Mo Ye had this idea when Ruan Luo suddenly fell ill this time.

In fact, she quickly confirmed her assumption with her actions.

However, her purpose in proving this incident was not to condemn Ruan Luo, but out of genuine concern.

Putting down Ruan Luo's wrist, Mo Ye sighed, stood up from the side of the bed, looked at the young man who was half lying on the bed and his face was a little pale, and said lightly: You are pretending to be a little stricter this time than when you were in Dongfeng Tower a few days ago.

Ruan Luo took a deep breath and said slowly: Even you can't hide it. I'm a little worried.

Mo Ye said with some annoyance: Do you want to hide it from everyone around you? Isn't it fun to grieve those who worry about you?

Ruan Luo was slightly stunned.

Mo Ye looked at Ruan Luo's face, suddenly remembered something, his tone softened slightly, and then said: Why do you want to pretend to be sick again?

The stunned look on Ruan Luo's face gradually dissipated. His eyes brightened and cleared, but he didn't immediately answer Mo Ye's question.

Mo Ye groaned and said: You pretended to be sick last time to hide from Yan Yu, is it the same this time......

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No one with a modicum of family background would settle down in the hustle and bustle of Kyoto's two major business districts, and the Yan Mansion was no exception. And Yan Guang specially chose such a quiet place, and the reason why he, a doctor, is used to thinking about some problems in a quiet environment.

There are no tall buildings in the quiet residential area, and Yan Guang stands on his small building, easily looking down on the tiled roofs of large houses. Most of the gray roof tiles absorb most of the sunny sun, but the roof of the main roof of each house is almost left with a square inch of land, inlaid with several expensive but very transparent glazed tiles. The translucent glazed tiles of amber nature let some of the sunlight into the house, and refracted some of the sunlight back to the sky. The sun shines on the colors of their homes. Let those glazed tiles scattered in the background of gray roof tiles become dazzling.

Look at such a sight. Yan Guang remembered the sandy beaches of Kyoto's coastline strewn with white shells. The rough sand is smoothed and softly caressed by the strong tide. The miraculous sight created by the forces of nature will make the heart quiet and peaceful.

Peace of mind makes it difficult to make mistakes. Before making a heavy decision, it's best to keep your mind so smooth that you can check if you have the last trace of negligence.

Facing the vista bathed in bright sunlight, I took a deep breath. Yan Guang turned around, and turned to his grandson with a hint of expectation in his doubts, his gaze was firm and gentle, and said calmly: That night a few years ago, you asked me to agree. Now I couldn't agree more. Also, the reason why you don't go home, I don't completely disagree with it anymore.

Yan Xingzhi was surprised when he heard this. Lost his voice and said urgently: Grandpa, what do you mean by that......

I'm in favor of you staying with that old fellow, your father won't keep you for long, and I'll go and tell him about it myself. Yan Guang smiled slightly and continued: However. That old guy might have been a little busy lately. After a while, I'll arrange for you to meet him.

Before Yan Guang's words fell, Yan Xingzhi stood up from the chair with a swish, threw himself into Yan Guang's arms, and shouted at the same time: Grandpa, you are really good.

In the face of his grandson, he was a little too excited. Yan Guang only stretched out a hand against his shoulder, and said helplessly: Why have you grown a lot taller, but your heart has not grown at all?

Yan Xingzhi smiled embarrassedly. Then he took a step back and said to Yan Guang very seriously: Thank you, grandpa.

After regaining some calm reason, Yan Xingzhi suddenly realized a problem, and asked puzzledly: Grandpa, grandson doesn't understand. A few years ago, just to find his traces, Uncle Pei and I spent nearly a year climbing the mountain. You've also used the excuse that it's hard to find them. Persuade me not to try to find him, but why are you so confident now?

Because yesterday I made a pact with him. Yan Guang paused for a moment before continuing: I worked with him to save the patient, and he helped me treat you.

Yan Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, and then said solemnly: Grandpa, this is not a deal, you can't use that patient as a bargaining chip to assign a pharmacist to do things.

You're underestimating your grandfather. Yan Guang shook his somewhat gray eyebrows at his grandson with some displeasure. After taking a deep breath, he continued: You should know that at least on this issue of our Yan family, I don't believe in his medical skills.

Yan Xingzhi's eyes darkened slightly and said: You are still blaming him for not curing the illness of the former Empress Dowager.

I trusted him too much, and I should have known that curing the sick and saving people is not something that can be judged by the heart. Yan Guang let out a sigh of gradual stasis in his chest, no one in our Yan family's family disease can do anything in the first place, and he is not afraid of ruining his reputation to take over. I've been questioning everything he's learned because he didn't work that time, and now that I think about it, I really shouldn't be.

This kind of thing happened to his own family, and it was inevitable that the situation could not be controlled, not to mention that this happened to his grandfather's mother. Yan Xingzhi fell silent after saying this. After a long time, he suddenly looked up at his grandfather Yan Guang, smiled slightly and said, "Grandpa, if the pharmacist still fails this time, will you ......

Before he finished speaking, Yan Guang shook his head and refused him to continue, and at the same time refused to develop the not-so-beautiful thoughts in his heart.

Something similar, the old guy asked yesterday.

Yan Guang looked at his grandson's young and energetic face, but his mood was filled with a touch of sadness because of the worry in his heart. After sorting out his thoughts, he said with a firm gaze: Grandpa hopes that you are healthy, this is something that three generations of our Yan family have to work for. You have to get involved, too. So don't say discouragement before you have taken action. I lost my confidence and courage.

Yan Xingzhi nodded. The smile was more natural and bright than just now, and suddenly said: I'm just a little curious...... The medicine man always said, "If you see him." I'm going to beat him up. I can't imagine how he would dare to agree to continue helping you.

That guy must have said a lot of weird things in front of you. But don't worry, I'll save up all the energy to fight before I'm done. Yan Guang said and rubbed his palms, thinking that yesterday I also slapped this strange old man who said a lot of bad things about me in front of my grandson, I was annoyed.

Don't worry, grandpa, he knows my identity, and he is so open-mouthed, he just wants to get angry with me. Yan Xingzhi finally couldn't help laughing out loud when he said this, and said while laughing: And grandpa didn't say anything bad about him, but he didn't have another one for me to convey these for him.

Yan Guang frowned slightly. In an instant, he waved his hand and said: Don't convey those blocking words to me for him in the future, so as to save my ears from being unclear.

Yan Xingzhi couldn't help but smile and said: But grandpa had better learn to adapt, you also said, we will cooperate in the future. The pharmacist is not bad-hearted, but his heart is very resolute, and his grandson has followed him for a few years, and after becoming familiar with his old scoundrel routines, he admires him even more.

You...... Yan Guang sighed softly and continued slowly: If you follow him for a few more years, will you really lose the identity of the heir of the Yan family?

Yan Xingzhi's face was slightly embarrassed, and the identity of the 'heir of the Yan family' was currently under a lot of pressure on him unconsciously. Just when he didn't know what to say at this time, there was a knock on the door.

The servant brought the soup that had just been made in the kitchen, and the Yan family had not eaten together for a long time, so they did not go downstairs to the hall, so they ate soup together in this narrow attic, and they also ate happily.

After the servant left, Yan Guang put aside the spoon, looked at Yan Xingzhi and said gently: It's okay for a while, you go back to live with your mother for a while. I'll keep you a secret from her for the time being, but you can't stop yourself from coming home because of that.

Yan Xingzhi nodded, and after silently drinking a few sips of soup, he suddenly asked curiously: Grandpa, I heard rumors that the pharmacist once swore that he would never save people again in this life, do you know why?

He said that. It was the emperor's own mother who was seriously ill and sent someone to arrest him into the palace, but he was unwilling to heal her, and immediately swore a poisonous oath in the main hall. Yan Guang smiled lightly when he said this, and continued: The old man is a temperamental person, and as a doctor, he shouldn't have too much selfishness in treating diseases and saving people, but that's what he did, and he was very cheeky and always said that he was not a practitioner of medicine. He doesn't care that medicine and medicine are closely related, and no one can do without anyone, how can he cut it so clearly!

Yan Xingzhi sighed, pondered for a while, and then asked: Now that the dynasty has changed for many years, his oath should be canceled, right?

Who knows? That oath was originally made by him in his own name, and whether it counts or not is actually up to him. What about the thickness of his cheeks, and the fact that he did not keep his oath? Yan Guang pinched the handle of the spoon in his hand and stirred it casually in the bowl, and said: You may not know that after the change of banners in Kyoto, the old man committed another crime, and the emperor ordered him to be disqualified from practicing medicine. This is an official order written in black and white, but he is not doing the treatment of patients now.

When he was on the Gale Ridge, his grandson also saw that he had saved several injured hunters, and according to his own words, his reluctance to practice medicine to save people seemed to have little to do with the oath. Yan Xingzhi muttered and recalled. After a while, he suddenly said with confusion in his eyes: What did the pharmacist do again? He always seems to be running out of bad luck.

Yan Guang said slowly with some helplessness: The few things he has done are no better for anyone. But if he doesn't want to touch that mold, it won't work.

Yan Xingzhi listened to his grandfather's answer, and his heart became more and more confused. Puzzled, he said: Listening to you say this, it seems that some of the unkind things that happened to the pharmacist were all troubles that he found himself?

I'm only sure that the two things in the palace are probably asking for trouble, because he has never been very close to the royal people, and I don't know what the real reason is. After Yan Guang said this, he continued to bow his head and drink the soup.

After eating a bowl of delicious vegetarian soup, he suddenly said: The reason why I always scold him for blaming the old man is that I can't get used to his attitude towards certain things. Back then, in front of the emperor of the previous dynasty, he swore a poisonous oath in the main hall that he would not save the life of the old queen mother. also shaved the face of the previous emperor. If it weren't for the fact that the current emperor would have entered Beijing before he was imprisoned and was about to be beheaded. He may have been a ghost. But even so. He got along with His Majesty for less than half a year, and then he tore his face again, and he didn't know how to repay the favor. Do you think he's a bit muddy?

The medicine man's personality is somewhat unusual. Yan Xingzhi smiled and said a perfunctory sentence to his grandfather, and his words could easily be read as biased.

After a long period of accompaniment and observation, Yan Xingzhi felt that Liao Shi's mouth was too damaged. If he were to be put in a court with complicated rules, perhaps the result would be either that he would be beheaded or that of a member of the royal family would be killed in anger. Maybe it's because of this that he doesn't like people who are close to the royal family, and he knows that he can't adapt to that environment, so he simply tears his face to the end.

Fortunately, the second royal family he offended was today, otherwise the result might be as miserable as his grandfather said. At the same time, Yan Xingzhi also understood why Liao Shizai injured himself by moving stones, and risked being killed to pretend to be insane and not serve the royal family. And Grandpa knew about these situations but didn't help at all.

By this time. Yan Xingzhi didn't care about Liao Shi's reputation and what others said, but he was even more curious, what were the two trouble-seeking things he did in the palace?

However, he only asked twice tentatively, and was rejected by his grandfather.

Yan Guang, who didn't want to say more, shook his head, and just said lightly: You don't need to know the details of his past. In the future, we may have a lot to cooperate with him, so grandpa told you so much, just to let you understand and understand more clearly, Liao Shi is not a person who abides by the rules. Relatively speaking, some of the rumors about him are indeed false.

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Mo Ye is indeed difficult and troublesome, at least in these days when night walkers come to Dongfeng Tower to deliver medicine, just a few words in a moment of kung fu will make him feel big.

On the second day of delivering the medicine, Mo Ye asked the name of the night walker, and his name was Wu Shu.

She was going to ask him to learn martial arts, but he refused, and in the end he couldn't resist her questioning, so he had to answer another question she asked.

On the third day of sending medicine, Mo Ye asked Wu Shu to teach him martial arts, he refused again, and finally in the ridicule, Mo Ye learned that Wu Shuben was the young master of a scholarly family, but it was a pity that the world was unfair and the fate was bumpy, which made Mo Ye sigh for a while.

On the fourth day of delivering the medicine, Mo Ye almost begged Wu Shu to teach her martial arts, but of course Wu Shu still refused with a straight face. So at the end, Mo Ye was like a Laipi child who grabbed the sleeves of his elders and kept clamoring for candy, and kept shouting at the fifth uncle. Fortunately, the Dongfeng Building, which was full of pleasure seekers, was noisy enough, so that no one would notice the child on the roof who repeatedly shouted two monotonous words, but Wu Shu's face was even darker, which was not very good.

On the fifth day of delivery......

In fact, there is only one thing that Mo Ye can take advantage of, and there is only one thing that can be entangled in front of Wu Shu but does not provoke him to leave with his sleeves flicked away, and that is his sense of responsibility.

The Night Walker, who was on a mission for a child for the first time, had already seen Mo Ye throw bowls. And for this child who had just suffered a tragedy that was almost wiped out, there was a concern in his heart, which made him have to accompany her until he saw her finish drinking the medicine.

He doesn't have the power to pick and choose assignments, and he doesn't do as many assignments a year, so he has to be patient. In fact, the accumulation of experience in missions in the past few years has allowed him to practice strong patience. But now, for the first time, he felt it. This patience is about to be exhausted in the past few days.

He suddenly understood why the recently deceased adult had such a gentle temperament; But at the same time, he was a little confused, people with such a heart are really not suitable for survival in officialdom......

Fifth uncle. What are you thinking?

Just as Wu Shu was thinking about these in his heart and was slightly distracted, Mo Yedi suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Wu Shu, who slowly lowered his gaze with the silence just now, raised his eyes to look at Mo Ye after coming back to his senses, and the change in his expression made it more and more obvious that he was thinking about something just now, which made Mo Ye feel novel.

Mo Ye moved his lips. was about to speak, but Wu Shu was one step ahead of her, and said in a cold tone: Don't ask me to teach you martial arts.

Mo Ye was stunned when he heard this, and then sighed in his heart, this cold gentleman finally had time to be impatient. But what he insisted on refusing to give in was still something that he couldn't shake. What should I do?

Just when Mo Ye was also slightly distracted. Suddenly, Wu Shu, who had been silent for a long time, said again: I brought two things today, and you can only choose one. First, you can get one thing; Second. You can go somewhere.

A hint of novelty appeared in Mo Ye's eyes. She didn't make a sound immediately, only touched one of her earlobes and groaned for a moment before looking at Wu Shu and smiling: Fifth uncle. When did you suddenly become so good?

Wu Shu's face changed strangely. Immediately, he turned his gaze, no longer looking at Mo Ye's inquiring eyes, only focusing his gaze into the endless void where the lights and the night were entangled, and then said lightly: These two things are related to your master, so they should have been handed over to you. It has nothing to do with what I mean.

Wu Shu's words were like a scoop of cold water suddenly poured into the boiling soup, and after Mo Ye heard this, his eyes suddenly sank. And Wu Shu seemed to have expected it, so between openings, he turned his gaze away.

Silent for a long time. Mo Yecai said in a low voice: Does my master still have something left for me?

It shouldn't be what he left for you. Wu Shu looked at the night sky. Said slowly: It was something he had been holding in his hand until he died, but he didn't say who he was going to give it to. However, after his death, several of his best friends in Kyoto refused to accept it.

Mo Ye's eyebrows moved. Holding his breath and saying: I don't want it either, I'll choose the second thing.

Wu Shu suddenly turned his head and looked at Mo Ye with a strange expression, and he had a faint feeling in his heart that he had been calculated.

However he didn't really pursue anything, because he felt. In the two things he talked about today, he couldn't hold back the details of this child who suddenly lost the only relative in the world. Maybe it's a similar experience. made him feel some empathy, which provoked pity in his heart.

Exhaling lightly, he said: Lord Lin is buried in the Martyrs' Mausoleum, the Imperial Mausoleum, and it is heavily guarded, this time I will take you there, you are ready.

A crescent moon rising in the sky was extremely faint, but the frosty moonlight seemed to stain the night air with a hint of coldness. Mo Ye took a deep breath, couldn't help coughing, and then said in a somewhat hoarse voice: The relics that can be given to me are only those that others don't want, and even the tomb can only be worshiped once, is it because people's hearts are cold, or do I want too much?

Wu Shu's eyes drooped slightly, and he did not speak.

There was silence again.

After a long time, Mo Ye sighed and said slowly as if talking to himself: I am very puzzled by one thing. Master took care of me growing up, and it is undeniable that I am very dependent on Him, and I have been by His side for many years, so He should have cared for me. But why didn't he allow me to see him on his deathbed? In terms of time, this would have been in time.

A few days ago, your love fluctuated a lot, and your calm heart was not as good as it is now. Wu Shu was no longer silent, but his tone of voice was still not much gentle, you don't know yet, the fire in the Lin Mansion is very strange, and even the metal sword weapons that fell in the courtyard house have softened and deformed after being burned in that fire. Lord Lin, who was rescued from such a sea of fire, eventually died of burns, and you won't know how terrible the burned person looked.

Mo Ye was stunned, and after only a moment's work, she felt the tearing pain in her heart return. With a frown, she didn't think much about it and lifted the medicine urn she was holding in her hand.

The fishy and bitter soup poured into his throat, but all Mo Ye felt was numbness. But she remembered that she had felt this way before, and the reason why she suddenly didn't feel bitter. It's because there is a bitterness that comes from the heart, diluting the bitterness in the mouth.

Wu Shu paused and then said: You don't want much, but you don't know much. In the state you were in a few days ago, if you look at the person who was burned by Yan zhòng. You'll probably never forget that scene. Let you carry gray memories for a lifetime, this should not be the result that your master wants to see, and you should not question the thoughts of adults so easily.

Mo Ye slowly lowered his head.

Wu Shu's words made her clearly realize that there were indeed many places where her ideas were inappropriate. However, when she had inappropriate thoughts, who accurately reminded her? The most people around her said to her were that she was still young and didn't need to think about it.

But now, the previous stable and uneventful living environment has gone wrong, and she can no longer be an ignorant child waiting for others to tell her. But at this time. Still no one can sue her. What is a proper idea. What the idea is wrong.

She lacked someone with whom she could really exchange ideas without hesitation.

Many years later, Mo Ye learned that the reason why the people close to her when she was a teenager would hide everything from her was because of the life experience and parents she was looking for. are the most taboo places in the world.

And when she decided not to wait any longer, and to rely on her own strength to reveal these confusions, and there was still no one who could really build her up along the way, she would tear apart layer by layer the path paved for her by the previous generation, including her master, and direct her life in another direction.

Of course, the current Mo Ye has not yet learned about it. She was just looking at Wu Shu at the moment, and some expectations suddenly rose in her heart, but soon she sighed silently and gave up.

Then she thought of Shi Yi. I remember the last time I saw him, he questioned the guards outside the house, and when they finally parted, he promised to go up to the small attic again. Just to help her find out about it......

Don't...... What did he find?

That's why 'goodbye'?

A sneer quietly appeared on Mo Ye's mouth, and a sense of boredom was blocked in her heart, which made her a little unbearable and wanted to stand on the top of Dongfeng Tower and shout a few times to relieve her chest.

Having said that, Shi Yi and Grandpa Qu 'said goodbye' together, which reminded her of her aunt leaving, is the similarity between the two things forced by the urgency of the situation, or because it was done by one person?

If Wu Shu had gotten along with Mo Ye before, he would definitely be surprised to see the sneer on Mo Ye's face. However, because he doesn't understand what Mo Ye used to be like, it's easy for him to confuse the assessment of adults with the assessment of children.

Seeing that Wu Shu, who saw Mo Ye sneering, did not show much other feelings, and when he saw that she had finished drinking the medicine, he was ready to pack up the medicine delivery utensils and leave.

Picking up the medicine jar, he just calmly instructed: I will come to you early tomorrow morning. This is something that Lord Li guarantees, but it is always a bit unjustifiable to bring you into the Imperial Tomb, so please don't alarm others.

Mo Ye could understand that if he let the other people in the building know that he was going to worship Lin Shan tomorrow, it was likely that someone would want to go with him, and the pressure on Li Gai's side would increase a lot.

However, the thought of worshipping her master and walking so quietly still made her feel uncomfortable in her heart, especially the unjustified sentence, which made her a little annoyed, and in the deliberate patience, the expression on her face became a little strange.

Of course, this strange look did not escape the attention of Wu Shudi.

Wu Shu was originally going to leave directly with the big medicine jar, but he finally couldn't help but speak: You said that the relics of Lord Lin that were originally going to be given to you are something that no one else wants, but in fact, it is not true, maybe it is because it can only be kept by you, so others will choose not to overpass. And the tomb is standing there, and if you want to go, you can't go. Many things in this world are made by people, so there must be a way for someone to reach and manipulate, just whether you want to find it or not.

Wu Shu's words made Mo Ye fall silent and fall into thought.

Wu Shu didn't accompany her to meditate until she figured out her plans to figure it out.

After he finished saying that, he immediately stretched out his long arms and jumped with Mo Ye onto a big tree next to Dongfeng Tower, which grew higher than the eaves on the roof. His canopy was as light as a swallow dodging a rainstorm, and as he slid down the ground against the trunk of a tree, he was like a swordfish chasing trees.

Wu Shuna took Mo Ye's Jian yì and changed the original route. Send the decoction directly to the Dongfeng Building. Because of the terrain, Mo Ye was able to see him more clearly unfolding his high-flying kung fu.

In the first few days, Mo Ye was amazed by Wu Shu's flexible body. And she, who had just escaped a catastrophe of life and death, was not as brutal as slashing kung fu. It is known for its dexterity, and it is very conducive to the kung fu used to escape, which produces a great sense of yearning.

That's why she did everything she could to beg Wu Shu to teach her this kung fu. Even if she could vaguely predict that Wu Shu would not be so easy to let go of this matter, she still persevered and did her best in this matter.

However, today, she didn't pestering Wu Shu at this time like she did a few days ago, but this was not because she was going to give up this idea and plan, but because she was struggling with another thing in her heart at the moment.

Seeking, I am seeking, but no one seems to agree with me...... Is it because I'm looking for the wrong way? But what is the right approach? Who can sue me? What should I do?

There was a fast wind in his ears that slashed his cheeks, but Mo Ye didn't notice it at all. until your feet touch the ground. She came back to her senses slightly. looked at Wu Shu, who had just withdrawn the arm that was hugging her waist.

Wu Shu saw a gloomy and confused look on her face. After a moment's hesitation. He spoke again: "When I was on the roof just now, I saw the indignation in your eyes, so I said more. I just hope you understand. Resentment has accumulated a lot in your heart, and it can only play a role in painting the world you see in your eyes. However, there is not only one color in this world that can swallow a qiē color.

Mo Ye was stunned when he heard this, and at this moment, Wu Shu had already left the courtyard of the back house of Dongfeng Building like a meteor rising from the ground. And after a few take-offs, the figure disappeared into the overlapping buildings of Kyoto immersed in the night.

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The first street of Momoliu is about the middle of the street is crossed by a wide and straight street, and the intersection of the two streets is like a cross.

It is wide and flat, and is neatly paved with heavy bluestone slabs through the street. The construction features a sense of solemnity, reminiscent of a palace building that was surrounded and protected by a wolf's tooth siege.

The bluestone road is inserted in the middle of the peach willow street with red lights, and it can also make people who come and go to this place often think of the solemn building, in addition to the fact that the personality of the street construction is very conspicuous, so people are easy to see in front of them, so they have something to think about, but also because this street was originally supervised by a construction team of the Ministry of Works, which was the main construction of the palace.

In the past, there were not many streets in Kyoto with a distinct style, but since the ascension of the new monarch, the Ministry of Works has never stopped building and renovating Kyoto, and such streets have become common among various buildings in Kyoto.

In fact, the existence of this kind of street is not just to highlight the aesthetic personality of the new king, and the actual use of the bluestone street has also been reflected in the polishing and impact of various complicated matters in Kyoto for more than ten years.

Not to mention anything else, just to say that this place of pleasure is day and night, in the past, there were frequent cases of house fires and street fights, but since the construction of this bluestone street, these two types of things have been significantly managed in the past few years. Using facts and results to explain the reason, sometimes building roads is not only convenient for the people to get rich, but also convenient for the government to maintain order.

There are no peach blossoms and green willows planted on Taoliu Street, but it is just an image created in the hearts of the majority of pleasure seekers. On the left-hand Tao Street, the Goolan Zhu Building is quiet during the day, but it is so lively at night; On the right hand side of Willow Street, it is quiet day and night, but the scattered Yulang Pavilion is definitely where some noblewomen and even DNG women spend a lot of money.

The two streets on the left and right are mainly concentrated in the merchants who do the leather and meat business, and in the past, the well water does not interfere with the river water, but it is obvious that there is a secret fight in the store, and since there is a bluestone street blocked from it, it is as if an invisible wall has been built here, and there are many fewer fights in the shadows.

Where there is this street, which place seems to be listed in Kyoto Prefecture detailed information, updated once every half a month, if there is a fire, these places can be rescued in the fastest time, but at the same time, it also means that if there is ** here, it can also be cleared in the same fast time.

This is a good thing for businessmen, especially for businessmen who do their duty.

The skin and meat business is also a business, under certain legal provisions, to meet the needs of some special groups of people with the content of this business, is the tradition of Nanzhao to continue the imperial capital of the former Zhou Dynasty, as for whether the people who do business here have violated the rules in the business itself, there is another system in charge.

However, the characteristic merchants here should generally abide by the rules, otherwise in recent years, the merchant houses on Taoliu Street will not be built more and more densely, more and more gorgeous, and even a small number of private houses that used to store zài have been allowed by the Kyoto Prefecture to be rebuilt into characteristic merchant houses-