On a summer evening, with a gentle breeze, the air is filled with the faint scent of flowers and sake.

A straight avenue is clean and dust-free, and the houses on both sides are towering, and as far as the eye can see, there are a variety of shops and varieties. Many young men in fancy costumes walked together, either reciting poems against each other, or learning skills, or accompanying those young girls who were as delicate as flowers.

Everyone does something different, but one thing is the same, everyone has a weapon on their body. The Northern Heavenly Kingdom is still martial, even those little girls who look delicate or the merchants of the weapons shop are all people with fighting spirit. Even if they are not high-ranking officials and nobles, they are all rich and noble families.

Rich, peaceful.

Here, it is the imperial capital - Shengjing.

The economy of the entire Northern Heavenly Kingdom is the most prosperous, and it is also the place where the martial spirit is the strongest.

The gates of the city were wide open, and the traffic was endless.

At the door, a young man who walked slowly forward, wearing a more ordinary linen clothes than the junior of the restaurant, wearing a big felt hat, his hands stuffed in his arms, his lazy steps were almost moving, and his curious eyes looked around, looking at everything fresh, just a few big words written on his forehead that I am a dirt bun from a rural village.

As soon as I entered the city, I was looked at by many people. But he walked slowly, completely ignoring the gazes of those people, as if to the point of forgetfulness.

This person who is incompatible with prosperity is Fenghua.

It took me seven days to arrive.

When approaching the imperial capital, the lord of the country sent someone to greet Mrs. Hua, the wife of the first product, that is, Fenghua's grandmother.

This is the foot of the Son of Heaven, the territory of the royal family.

Although Mrs. Hua was reluctant to do so, she still went to the palace with others.

In the end, the prime minister found a reason, leaving her alone at the city gate, and kindly told her that she could casually go shopping first.

Around? Looking at the coarse linen clothes on his body, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he noticed that the gaze in the dark fell on him, and he bit his lower lip quite innocently.

If she said that it was casual, then she would have to be casual.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he walked towards the crowd of youngsters who were the most luxuriously dressed over there.

As a result, the people in the dark all widened their eyes, looking at Fenghua's small body, with a crab-like pace, almost sideways into the crowd.

"Get out of the way, those who don't want to die are all back to Lao Tzu to both sides!" As Fenghua entered sideways, there was an excited and arrogant shout from the end of the street.

As the voice approached, the arrogant young man, slender in thin armor, riding a lion with white hair under him, with a wanton and arrogant smile on his face, rampage along the way, and forcefully helped Fenghua clear the target obstacles in front of him, just like bowling, sweeping the whole field!

The boy and the lion wanted to roar proudly, but when they found that everyone was staggering and screaming, only one person stood still.

The young man in a tattered but very tall felt hat and a rough linen robe stood alone in the middle of the street, in stark and direct contrast to the rich street.