There were a lot of traffic, and many vendors shouted hard on this bustling street. The breeze was gently caressing, and the waves were swaying, or countless wine signs, or the banners of the inn, and many women in gorgeous and elegant clothes were selected in this street or in the shops on the street, all of whom were blissful. Everyone passed by was gentle. Looking at it, it was a fairyland on earth and prosperous.

In March, Kyoto is a prosperous scene. It is a prosperous era.

Chi Yunmu, wearing a blue brocade dress in the lake, lowered the curtain that had been lifted. It seemed that although Jun Yi's national strength had been consumed for many years, it was prosperous. It should not be underestimated. The jade fan with the landscape in his hand was folded and placed on the tip of his nose gently. The gentleness gradually lingered from the tip of his nose. The corners of his lips curled slightly. It seemed that the emperor's wishful thinking was about to fail. The eyebrows and eyes were cold. But it was a bit strange and extremely harmonious.

Do you really think that there is no one in Jun Yi? It’s just a blind eye to me.

However, that position was not what he was pursuing. Outside the curtain, a breeze rolled up with a lot of pear blossom petals, and rolled in. Seeing the petals falling on his palm, it seemed that this was true. Jun Yi liked the pear blossom very much. It seemed that the information he got from the Wangjiang Tower was not fake after all. Jun Yi's national teacher seemed to love this pear blossom the most, which made the people in Kyoto everywhere. No, it should be that the entire Jun Yi people began to have different thoughts about pear blossoms. However, this flower, if you look closely, it is not obvious that there are some excellent things.

Suddenly, my eyebrows frowned slightly, as if I had thought of something. After all, I had already reached Junyi, so I would never break my trust.

"Linfen." murmured coldly, and it was extremely fast. A black shadow floated by. Perhaps it should be said that I had never seen the black shadow, and it seemed that a gust of wind slid across my ears. A man in black dress appeared, half-kneeling at Chi Yunmu's feet.

"Master." Linfen said respectfully in a cold voice.

"Go, tell Mr. Sima about the news that I arrived in Kyoto." Chi Yunmu curled his lips slightly, and he held the jade fan at his hand again, feeling the warm and cool touch of the jade fan. His gentle eyebrows and eyes were filled with a hint of coldness.

"Yes." Linfen said respectfully. Although he was confused, he had never had the right to ask about his master's affairs. He was just the master's shadow guard, just his shadow. What the shadow did was just a cold execution of orders. There was nothing else except that.

"By the way," Chi Yunmu put the jade fan in his hand to his lips and tapped it gently. The smile on his lips suddenly deepened. "Remember, bring Yichen back." In his eyes, there was a tiny smile, like the starlight in the night, with a coldness, but also gentleness.

"Yes." Before he finished speaking, Linfen disappeared outside the curtain.

The carriage continued to move forward.

On the bustling streets with traffic, this is just a pony carriage that is no longer ordinary.

That's all.

Sima Mansion.

The Sima surnames all have military generals, and they have been loyal and kind for generations. The courtyard with small bridges and flowing water is quiet and elegant, but it is not like the residence of this military general.

Among the blooming peach blossoms, a man in black clothes dispersed his hair and his hair was entangled in the wind. He held the jade pot that had begun to flush with coldness in his hand and brought wine into his mouth.

The breeze blew by, and the petals of peach blossoms fell into the pool water beside it. The pool water was unwavering, but in the end, it still had some fine patterns. The peach blossom color, dark green, was a unique and elegant atmosphere.

He was the only son of the Sima family. His father Sima Yue was also known as the God of War. But he could only be so anxious in this Sima Mansion all day long. What he did. Now, he changed his name and changed it to Sima Hua. What he wanted was just to forget everything. Although it was his love, it was just piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the mountains and rivers. However, even if he didn't want to, he still wanted to go to the battlefield. In the end, the blood on the battlefield still burned his heart, and it was burned in the end.

After all, he became another person, another person he didn't know.

Perhaps, in the end, he could only be awakened by this drunken chaos.

In this intoxicated haze, he was the person he could see the most.

A Leng, he once thought that A Leng was a man, but when he learned about A Leng's identity as a woman, he suddenly realized how could he be happy with a man? However, after A Leng left, his heart seemed to be broken. The reunion heart still had a crack.

What's wrong, it's all a stitching injury.

"Young Master, Young Master." Ling Feng saw the unconscious young master who was already drunk in this wine, and walked out of the rockery that had been blocked before.

He was wearing a pink dress and a tassel bun, and some light pink plum blossom pendants were covered with. This was the most happy dress for young master.

She also knew the pain in the young master's heart. Since the master went there, the Sima family and the huge Sima Mansion were only left. The young master was called the young master, but he changed one night. After returning to the battlefield, she would always see the young master who was decadent here.

It was originally a young master Xiaoyao, but in the end he could only go to the battlefield.

"Lingfeng?" Sima Hua said, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. His handsome eyebrows suddenly appeared with a hint of coldness.

Feeling a gust of wind coming from behind him, he woke up almost for a moment.

It seems that some people can't hold back after all.

A big tree attracts wind, everything is like this. Since ancient times, generals are like beauty, and they are not allowed to see white hair on earth.

If he hadn't been obsessed with literature at that time, he would have probably stopped the Sima family. After all, there would be no need for a general in the peaceful and prosperous times. The longer the emperor's seat, the more he would feel the crisis. This is even more true for these people who hold military power in their hands.

"Who, come out and show up when you arrive." Although he was drunk on his face, there was a sense of tranquility in his eyes.

"Young Master has been very good at kung fu. My master asked me to tell you that he had arrived in Kyoto, or I hope you can remember the original agreement." A faint cold voice came from the void. Listening to this full of energy, I knew that it was the master.

"Oh? That's so good." Sima Hua frowned slightly. However, the man was in Kyoto and was not easy to stay in Chi Yun. He was going to Jun Yi to do what he did. But Chi Yun was really thinking about competing with Jun Yi.

Sima Hua's eyes were deep, but this was not a very bad thing. At least, it was when he, the God of War, showed off his skills again.

The petals of peach blossoms burned someone's eyes.

Lingfeng seemed to have never seen such a young master. His ink-colored eyes were deep and contained too many things that she had unknown, but she was not afraid because of this, this was a young master. She had loved the young master for a whole ten years.

The pear blossoms in the palace are also blooming, radiating coldly, with their own unique fragrance.

Jun Yanqing was a little dumbfounded to see the pear blossoms blooming in the imperial garden.
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