Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 123 Listening to Thunder in a Silent Place (2)
However, that was just the beginning, the beginning of Song Wanzhi's legendary life.

Song Wanzhi and Su Mengchen walked slowly. Until now, the entire Tiancheng Banquet venue was extremely quiet, without a single sound, and all eyes were on them.

They turned their heads and chatted intermittently, as if all the voices in this world couldn't be bullied.

A farmer with fish looks too ordinary.

A girl who shocked the world just now at the Tiancheng Banquet is like a ray of wind.

It seems that they don't quite match, but they are unexpectedly harmonious.

Song Wanzhi and Su Mengchen walked out of the entrance, and a cool wind blew in their faces, blowing away the heat and atmosphere in the arena, but just as Song Wanzhi and Su Mengchen walked forward, they didn't know where to start, suddenly There was an overwhelming shout.

"Miss late!"

"Miss late!"

"Miss late!"

……

The sound was like a wave, converging into a wind, sweeping Zhaodu thoroughly.

This is the people, all the glory and joy, because of you, give all the praise.

If we go back to three years ago, Song Wanzhi would be very happy, very excited, and enjoy such cheers, but now, the sound is just a gust of wind blowing off her sleeves, then she turned around and bowed to everyone, Then, without looking back, she and Su Mengchen moved forward completely.

Uncle Wang drove faster in front of the carriage, and he opened the distance after a while.

The two calmed down unexpectedly, and then walked along the deserted street.

When walking across Chang'an Avenue, the street where ten carriages can walk side by side seemed unexpectedly spacious and empty.

On the brightly lit Chang'an Avenue, almost everyone went to the Tiancheng Banquet, unexpectedly bleak.

Song Wanzhi looked at the fish in Su Mengchen's hand and smiled, "I don't know if there are any fish left."

Su Mengchen said: "Yes."

Song Wanzhi looked at him: "What time?"

Su Mengchen nodded: "This time."

After he finished speaking, he took out the fish in his hand, and said: "The one who gave the fish is an old man, who is already in his [-]s. He has been selling fish since he was in his teens, and it has been decades. It was supposed to be his son and grandson who sold the fish, but his son and grandson all went to the Tiancheng banquet, so he came out today. When the big fish sold fish back then, those who had no money gave them away for free. Those who are benevolent will go to him to pick up a fish tonight and chat with him."

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "Isn't the uncle just losing money?"

Su Mengchen said: "Yes, so I also took this opportunity to take advantage of it."

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "It would be a fool not to take advantage of the advantages, and I will take advantage of them too."

Su Mengchen smiled, and then led her to the remote fish market.

The bright lights cast the shadows of the two back on the ground, leaving long traces on the bluestone slabs of Chang'an Avenue, carrying each other as if they had never been separated.

From time to time, some scattered laughter came, spreading like a spring breeze.

On the Jialan Pagoda on Chang'an Avenue, Emperor Xiao Jing tried his best to suppress the coughing sound in his throat. Empress Zhaohua supported Emperor Xiao Jing while watching the figure of the girl and the man drifting away. When Emperor Xiao Jing calmed down, he asked: "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

Emperor Xiao Jing sighed: "If she really had no blood, she wouldn't be able to make it with Heng'er, but she is so outstanding, she might have something to do with Dugu Sanren, which is even more dreadful than Rong Ziyue back then. Here, wait a little longer..."

If you can't get her to submit, then the more outstanding you are, the more dangerous you are.

The art of the emperor has always been like this.

(End of this chapter)