Great Magister

Zhao Shuning walked on the street because Zhao Xiangxiang had never been south of the Huai River before.

The market streets above the Huai River were countless times more prosperous than the Qinghui Town.

At the end of the day, Zhao Xiangxiang was just a child from a small family, so she was attracted by many scenes along the way.

Zhao Shuning also felt that there was nothing wrong, so she let those people return to the Xie Family first. She and Zhao Xiangxiang strolled around the market for a long time.

"Zhao Shuning, tell me, can I buy this wineskin for you, Uncle?"

"Alright."

Zhao Xiangxiang's temper was a little violent, but if she met with any interesting or interesting things, the first thing she would consider was the people inside her Zhao Family.

"Zhao Shuning, look at this Emil Flower. It can even be sold in the market. The area south of the Huai River is much better than I imagined."