Tianjin Wei, Fuyuan Restaurant.

The streets are bustling with pedestrians.

Since the opening of the Ming Dynasty, there are ships entering and leaving the port every day, driven by shipping and trade, in just three years, a new city has risen from the ground.

Song Guxi sat alone in the private room on the second floor, looking at the pedestrians on the street, and it was difficult to hide a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

The fleet to the Wandering Ghost Country is ready to leave early tomorrow morning.

And that

"The beginning of the civil fort, the god of war of the Ming Dynasty is a little panicked" extra-2 Gu Xi is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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