How could there be a job that pushes the shopkeeper out?

As arranged before, Your Majesty is the Grandmaster, and I am the accountant. Jia Huan, you should be the bastard son of the Grandmaster's family!"

Jia Huan: "..."

...

Ancient cities and later generations are different from the photos of the Qing Dynasty circulating on the Internet.

Black and white photos, coupled with the slag pixels, have covered the whole world with layers of soil, so naturally, how can you see the country?

In fact, it is not the case.

As early as the Han Dynasty and even the pre-Qin period, various colors were used in the construction of Chinese cities.

Gray tiles, blue bricks, white walls.

Plus the stone road on the main street and the wealthy families along the street.

It has a very antique flavor and a very charm.

Jia Huan pushed Emperor Longzheng's wheelchair and carried two oil bottles. Empress Dong and Jia Yuanchun dressed in scholars were strolling on the streets of Luoyang City under the protection of the guards looming around.

Emperor Long Zheng was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at everything around him almost greedily with his eyes.

Pedestrians, carriages, horses, mules and sedan chairs in a hurry.

Shops along both sides of the street.

A small vendor carrying a load of goods to hawk.

Naughty boy playing in the street...

He was looking at passers-by, and passers-by were looking at him, with curious eyes...

"Your Majesty, I haven't made any fake this time? Look, even Jiusheng of the Qin Dynasty's officials have never seen the Holy Face, so these people have looked at it carefully."

Seeing people looking at this strange pedestrian from time to time, especially Emperor Longzheng who focused on wheelchairs, Jia Huan laughed in a low voice.

Emperor Long Zheng suddenly raised his eyebrows and said dissatisfied: "Hmm? You call me...what are you calling me?"

Jia Huan suddenly became a little awkward, but he was thick-skinned and just acted like an act, only one day.

He smiled and said, "Call Dad, is this OK?"

Emperor Long Zheng said angrily: "Just call me, just call me, what to do if you add an old word? Am I very old?"

Jia Huan had no choice but to say one sentence: "Dad..."

Emperor Long Zheng's expression was so sour, with the corners of his mouth raised high, his eyes full of smiles, his whole face seemed to be full of anger, but he hummed and said, "Are you still not comfortable? I don't know how many people want to recognize me as my father! This is your blessing!"

Empress Dong felt a little sad when she saw Emperor Longzheng's expression on the side, and she guessed that if she gave birth to a prince for Emperor Longzheng, it might not be able to satisfy Emperor Longzheng's liking so much.

But thinking about it, if Jia Huan was really the son of Emperor Longzheng, Emperor Longzheng would have been able to raise him with peace of mind long ago. Why should he suffer so much? Such pain again...

Queen Dong gave Jia Huan annoyed look and said, "Jia Huan, what are you uncomfortable with? Who in this world does not recognize Your Majesty as your father?"

Jia Huan curled his lips, lowered his head but said to Jia Cang, who had been grinning and laughing secretly: "Cang'er, don't tell your grandfather when you go home, otherwise it will be bad!"

Jia Cang nodded with a smile while covering his mouth.

Queen Dong and others laughed again.

After looking at the circle again, Emperor Long Zheng said, "No need to read more here. They are all merchants, so naturally they will not lose their lives.

Jia Huan, please tell me to the Nancheng to take a look.”

The pattern of big cities in the world is mostly rich in the east and noble in the west, poor in the south and cheap in the north.

The real people live in Nancheng.
Chapter completed!