Who Cares

Emperor Shengyuan knew that his wife was following him, and the scent on her body was intermittent, coming from far and near. Pretending to find a few suspicious characters, he glared at the other person and walked past him. After looking back for a long time, he accurately caught the figure of the lady from the corner of his eyes.

It was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who somehow got it. She was a lot taller than her actual height. He was wearing an ordinary blue shirt with a black moat, his complexion was sallow, and his features were plain. I can't remember my appearance even when I return, and if I throw it in the crowd, I can hide it immediately.

Okay, this mask is really beautiful! Emperor Sheng Yuan praised inwardly, his eyes flicking across her body as if intentionally or unintentionally. He knew that his wife would not be deterred by this occasional attention, on the contrary, she would be aggressive, and ran to him to try or even provoke.

Sure enough, realizing that she had been seen, the lady who pretended to be squatting on the side of the road to buy fruit dropped a copper plate, picked the largest and freshest one, and dangling closer while eating. If it weren't for judging her identity from the smell, Emperor Shengyuan would doubt whether the little man in front of him was a dignified and virtuous wife.

Never expected that she still had such a cynical side. what to do? The more you understand her, the more fascinated you are. I really want to pull people into my arms and hold them firmly when she gets closer! I can't restrain the joy in my heart, every pore is relaxing for her, cheering...

What should I do?

Emperor Sheng Yuan tried to restrain the turmoil in his heart, and cast his deep gaze straight into Xiao Lang's eyes. Xiao Lang did not evade, but raised his eyebrows and glared back, cursing with a rough voice that has not yet fully developed, "Mother, what do you look at? Do you want to fight?" Finally, he raised his fist and even his hands. The skin is sallow, without a trace of flaws.

Hearing her sudden change of voice, Emperor Sheng Yuan was surprised and sighed in his heart, but his face showed an expression of suspicion, he turned the beginning indifferently, and looked at the other person. He noticed that his wife curled her lips quickly, and seemed very proud, and he couldn't help being happy. She loves to play, just play with her.

He walked from the West Market to the East Market and went around in a circle. Finally, he was a little tired, and he stopped paying attention to the people around him, and turned to look at the street vendors.

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Guan Suyi followed the Shengyuan Emperor all the way, expecting that he should have given up, so he also relaxed his vigilance and began to wander slowly. But she didn't go far, but fell behind the person not too far away, wanting to see how the emperor spent his spare time.

He seems to rarely go shopping. Actually, he had been fighting on the battlefield before the founding of the People's Republic of China. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he lived in the deep palace to take care of government affairs. This kind of people's livelihood and customs are commonplace to others, and should be extremely new to him.

He didn't seem to know many things on the side of the road. He often squatted down to look at it for a long time. The tall figure blocked the rest of the customers, making the stall owner very upset, and bashing him several times. He doesn't care about ordinary people, but his expression is a little embarrassed, and he grabs the back of his head with his hands, and looks very honest and honest.

It turned out that the Kunar he first met was not a disguise, but a part of his true heart. Guan Suyi hid in the corner and snickered. For some reason, his heart became extraordinarily soft. It is not so important for you to suppress me and resist you.

She continued to follow him and saw him squatting down at a booth selling sugar paintings. Even a three-year-old kid knows this thing, so naturally he won't be so ignorant that he warmly said, "The stall owner, draw me a horse. Put more sugar and more."

"Okay, this big brother wait a minute!" The stall owner scooped up a spoonful of syrup, poured it on the smooth stone slab, and quickly shaped a golden horse.

"Add some more sugar, a little more!" He seemed to be extremely sweet, dissatisfied with the stall owner's stingy materials, and pressed a big hand to pour a spoonful of syrup on the horse belly. The stall owner yelled "Oh, oh," looking very distressed. He smiled when he saw that he took out a dime of silver from his purse. He quickly pressed the bamboo stick into the syrup, and shoveled it over when the sugar painting cooled down.

What does a nine-foot-tall man look like walking through the streets with a huge candy painting? Before today, Guan Suyi could not imagine at all, but now she can't smile. She gagged her mouth with her fist and followed it quietly. The more she watched, the more interesting she became.

Fortunately, Kunar noticed the strange gazes of passers-by in time, and the roots of his ears slowly turned red. When he saw a drooling child standing on the street, he handed the sugar painting over and said gruffly, "Here, take it and eat it."

"Here, is it for me?" The child looked at him blankly, wanting to pick it up but not daring to pick it up.

"For you, take it and share with them." He pointed to a bunch of carrot heads that were shrinking behind the child.

The child repeatedly confirmed that he finally took the sugar painting, turned around and ran away quickly, calling out friends and acquaintances as he ran, asking everyone to enjoy it together. Seeing the joy of the children, he shook his head and smiled and wandered away. The children's parents were nearby, either smiling at him, or humming at him, and he returned the courtesy one by one, without any superior posture.

This is the real Hunar, right? On the contrary, it was the emperor Sheng Yuan who was so virtuous and inscrutable in the imperial palace that he disguised himself. Before she knew it, Guan Suyi's resistance to resistance diminished a lot, because she found that the distance between herself and the other party did not seem to be as far away as the sky and the earth.

The two of them walked one after the other to the Flower and Bird Street, just when they ran into someone juggling, holding a little monkey in a red jacket in their hands, and ordered it to perform somersaults, jumping through the ring of fire and so on. If the little monkey hesitated, he would get a whip and squeak in pain.

Passers-by applauded. The excitement was lively, but not much was given to the copper plate, which made the artist even more anxious, and the whip snapped. Seeing the little monkey holding his head and avoiding with tears, Guan Suyi couldn't bear it. He was hesitating whether to reveal his identity, but he saw that Hunar grabbed the whip and raised his voice, "Don't hit it, you I bought the monkey.” As he said, he took out his purse and found that the broken silver had been used up, so I had to take out a gold bead.

Passers-by were in an uproar, saying that this man was rich and strong, and he must be a military master. The artist did not dare to offend him, and was even more afraid that he would repent, threw the whip and snatched the gold beads and quickly slipped away.

He hooked his fingers at the little monkey holding his head and whispered, "What do you do when you squat there? Let me go."

The little monkey actually understood it, and immediately crawled along his long legs to his shoulders, and sat steadily, holding the braid behind his head with one hand, so as not to fall. The passers-by were in an uproar again, saying that the monkey god, he hadn't moved in all manners before, and now he can understand people's words and buy a good student for training.

Guan Suyi looked dumbfounded, and for a while, she laughed low, and her heart ached. She understood Hunar completely, and she had been absorbed by his open heart inadvertently, and she could not help but interpret everything about him.

He thought he was the reincarnation of an evil spirit, not only killing his mother, but also killing his wife and children. Once his wife gave birth, his tragedy would repeat on them, so he alienated all women and children, but he yearned for it in his heart. He longed for family affection and love because he thought he would never get it.

When he faced the beast, his eyes seemed to be at the same kind. After so many years, even if he leaves the mountains and forests, his sense of belonging to the beasts is far more than that of humans. It is difficult for him to integrate into the crowd, but he has to integrate. He can restrain the animality in his heart and go to the present. It is very difficult for him, even more so. That's great.

Guan Suyi suddenly wanted to end the game, walked over generously and greeted him, only to see him turning around and entering a bookstore.

Since the imperial examination was imminent, there were many articles in the bookstore's partial hall. The disciples who could not afford books could copy books for the store while reviewing their homework, and finally made some money. The outer hall is very quiet, and whoever walks in will take the initiative to slow down and lower the volume so as not to disturb others.

Guan Suyi, who was planning to take the initiative to reveal his identity, had to press it down and secretly observe Hunnar's actions across a bookshelf. He was taking off the ink strips on the Bogu shelf, placing it on the tip of his nose and sniffing, and finally said in amazement, "It smells! How can it smell so bad?"

The store took the grinding sticks and put them back in the brocade box, and scolded, "What do you savage know? The ink sticks have this smell. If you don't buy it, don't move around at will! Hey, why did you bring the monkey in? If you run around in my shop and break something, can you afford it? Walk around, get out!"

Guan Suyi was about to step forward to relieve the siege, a woman wearing a green skirt, her face covered with tulle of the same color inserted diagonally, and whispered, "The store, you have to welcome customers when you open the door to do business. Uncomfortable? What's wrong with barbarians? Barbarians can't read and learn characters? The Emperor Yanzhi only started to study Confucianism in his twenties, but now he is very talented and full of economics. There is no high or low level of learning, just the layman's stupid eyebrows and naked eyes."

The store saw that she was carried out of the emperor, and this person was a member of the Jiuli tribe. He looked at her aura like an army master, and quickly said with a smile, "Ms. Xu Er said that she is small and narrow. Please wait for this uncle. What do you want to see? Please."

The woman pointed to the little monkey, and said, "It looks good, and it's crazy but can't help it. Next time I'll keep it at home." Then she walked to the counter and took out a few books, her voice was very graceful. "Shopkeeper, the book you want has already been copied. Please check it. If there is something wrong, I will take it home and copy it again, so you won't be embarrassed."

"Where is Miss Xu Er! Who doesn't know that the books you copied by yourself have never been missed, and the small letters of hairpins are the best in the world. How many people spend a lot of money to order your manuscripts. Picking your thorns is not equal to the eggs. Pick the bones!" The store took the booklet, his eyes glowing.

The Emperor Sheng Yuan, who was planning to leave, immediately leaned over when he heard this, and looked into the opened book page. He wanted to see what the so-called best-in-class fonts were like. Guan Suyi also paced over, looking at the woman from the corner of her eye. Miss Xu Er? Isn't it the queen of Hunar's last life, the second daughter of Xu Guangzhi?