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Zhan Yi came to Maojing's post station with Nirvana, handed in a name card, and was honored as a guest of honor.

It was already evening when they came, and they could only meet the emperor again the next day.

It was July at this time, and there happened to be a night market in Maojing that night, so Zhan Yi went to look for food with silence.

The location of the post station is relatively remote. When I first left the post station, Ji Mie only felt that the buildings in this capital were very dense, but there seemed to be not many people. Under the moonlight, it seemed that it was just different from the scenery of Fuyang Mountain.

But Ji Mi followed Zhan Yi and turned two streets, and came to the most prosperous place in Maojing, Zhuoqing Street.Ji Mie's eyes seemed to be unable to see.

At Maoshi, when the sky was already dark blue, the candlelight on Zhuoqing Street illuminated this small piece of sky.

There are all kinds of stalls on both sides of the street, selling candied haws, making sugar figurines, shadow puppets, and buskers performing various skills.

Ji Mie comes out of this group of people and sneaks into that group of people. He has to look at everything, touch it, and finally buy it.

The copper plates and pieces of silver in Zhan Yi's pocket were wiped out and would soon be used up.

Seeing that Ji Mie was about to go to another fan pendant stall, Zhan Yi quickly pulled him back, "We monks don't need fans, so this pendant is of course useless, so let's look elsewhere."

Zhan Yi stood in the crowd, looked around, and saw a performing arts troupe performing talents, thinking that this can't be spent anymore, right?

"Look over there, there is a wonderful sound of silk and bamboo, let's go and have a look."

Before Ji Mie could refuse, he was directly dragged away by Zhan Yi.

There were many people around there, and Ji Mie and Zhan Yi pulled through layers of crowds before rushing into the inner circle. They saw a few handsome young men in their 20s playing various musical instruments, and the small piece of music in front of them In the clearing, two beautiful teenage girls were dancing.

Among the instruments played by musicians are zither, qin and flute.There was also an extremely melodious and ear-piercing voice, Ji Mier was attracted by this voice, followed and looked over, and saw another man in a black shirt and robe in the corner, about 50 years old, playing the erhu.

The man looked ordinary, with a dark complexion, his clothes were washed and faded, his whole body lacked any luster, and he was hidden in the shadows, so he really didn't attract the attention of others.

Ji Mie didn't have much interest in him either, his eyes were about to move away from the musician, but they were fixed again because of the erhu.

Why does this erhu look familiar to him?

Looking at it, Ji Mie always felt that there were two hands holding him, making him want to take that erhu back.

As if, that was his stuff.

Zhan Yi saw the motionless Ji Mi, followed his gaze, and naturally found the erhu.

As soon as Zhan stared at the erhu Weiwei luck, the picture in front of him began to change.

Through the erhu, Zhan Yi saw the little prince Song Zhuo nine years ago.

That face that was exactly the same as Ji Mie was less childish and more graceful.

In the picture, Song Zhuo is wearing a moonlight embroidered gold-rimmed robe with a green belt, his hair is tied up, and a white jade bifang hairpin is tied. He is holding a fan in his hand. With a light wave, the fan opens, and the There are four big characters of Zhuoying and Canglang written on it.

And beside him stood a man in Tsing Yi, who was half a head taller than him, tall and upright, although he looked young, he looked mature.

The two of them seemed to be standing on the same street, and Zhan Yi carefully identified it, and he was sure that it was Zhuoqing Street.

Zhan Yi had just passed by the few shops they passed by.

In the picture, Song Zhuo and the young man turned into a restaurant.

There is a big stage in the hall on the first floor of the restaurant. Through Song Zhuo's eyes, Zhan Yi saw several beauties dancing on the stage, and the side of the stage was where the musicians were.

And the faces of those musicians can coincide with those of the musicians at the stall.

"Lu Shen, have you seen that erhu? It's a famous piano, shall we buy it?"

"If you buy it, there may not be a suitable musician who can play it."

"Then let's buy that musician too."

"Prince, don't mess around, don't forget that you left the palace privately today, how can you take someone back at will?"

"Then you can buy it and send it to me tomorrow."

Seeing this scene, Zhan Yi suddenly thought of Nirvana who had been pestering him to buy things with broken silver, and shook his head with a smile. Sure enough, no matter how many times he has been reincarnated, his nature cannot be changed, and gods are no exception.

Thinking of this, Zhan Yi's face suddenly changed, yes, gods are no exception, and gods will not change. Their long lives and powerful abilities make them more difficult to change than humans.

Fortunately, the sudden change of the picture brought Zhan Yi back to his rationality, and the instant evil spirit on his body slowly dissipated.

In the picture, Song Zhuo had already changed into a set of purple embroidered dragon court clothes, and was standing on the city wall of Maojing, looking northwest.

It was still that delicate and luxurious face, but it seemed to be stained with unresolved sorrow.

Turning around again, the screen has come to Yin Guo's Palace.

In the resplendent and resplendent hall, only a few miserable lamps were lit.

A golden dragon robe and an auspicious cloud purple robe, at first glance, they looked like two wealthy people from the Tian family, but they were sitting opposite each other decadently, with a wine glass in front of each of them.

The wine glass seemed to be silver, and the sake contained in it was gurgling and quickly turned black.

And Song Zhuo in Xiangyun's purple robe still had an erhu in his hand. He picked up the wine glass in front of him, glanced at the erhu, and drank it down in one gulp.

The picture in front of Zhan Yi's eyes became very fast, almost completed in a few moments.

After Zhanyi finished reading these, Ji Mie didn't even move his eyes from the erhu in the backlight.

"Master, I want to buy that erhu."

Zhan Yi suddenly felt a headache when he heard the silent voice.

Ji Mie, who had no winks, even pulled up Zhanyi's cuff, "Master, buy it, look at how beautiful this erhu is, how nice it sounds." He flicked Zhanyi's sleeve and moved it to Zhanyi's belt I touched it, but I touched it back and forth several times but couldn't find the money bag.

"Don't look for it, you spent it all."

"Huh? What?"

"Don't look, it's late, go back and rest."

Zhan Yi once again forcefully pulled the collar of Nirvana's neck, and walked towards the post station.

Ji Mie was forced to back half a street. Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the performance stall, he finally accepted the fact that his master had no money, took the opportunity to turn around, and followed Zhan Yi back to the post station.

On the second day, Zhan Yi went to see Emperor Chen alone, and Ji Mie was left in the post.

In the station's room, Ji Mie sat on a chair, and there were many Maojing specialties on the table in front of him.

Ji Mie stared at the table of delicacies, his eyes gleamed, and his saliva kept drooling, he forgot to continue complaining about the master who left him.