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The bustling capital is rich in the world.
Six-party merchants, eight-party water veins, gathered in one place. The magnificent capital is divided into two parts by Xuanwu Road in the center, and it is planned to be more than 60 squares. Some people in the square only live in ordinary people, and some are mixed with dragons and snakes, hiding wine, color and wealth.
In more than 60 workshops, East and West are commercial and trade centers, and barbarian businessmen from all over the world, including the surrounding areas, gather here to buy and sell.
In the warm March, all kinds of spring flowers in Beijing bloom one after another, and the bustling capital is decorated like brocade. Although spring has just arrived, the spring breeze is still so cold that people are still reluctant to take off their coats and robes.
A group of mysterious guests came to the most luxurious upstairs in the East City in spring.
These people are rough hands and feet, bold and reckless, ridiculously high, and they squeeze the huge and elegant seats a little narrow. They are wearing Han clothes, but they look uncomfortable. One of them was not used to it, so he took off his clothes and showed his thin chest.
It's only been half a month since I came to Beijing, and Yuan Dapeng is suffocating!
"Hai Ye, how long are we going to stay here?" He scratched his head, covered in sweat, and couldn't help thinking of the biting cold wind in the desert.
The man sitting in the main seat looks taller, and he keeps a straight face …