Tianxiang child's nature was exposed without a doubt," Your Highness... Erm, look, there are windmills there!"
Yan Qinghuan smiled lovingly." Like it? Then buy it for you. "The money bag is with you. Go and buy it yourself. Hurry and return!"
Tianxiang happily agreed. Seeing her bouncing back, Yan Qinghuan didn' t know whether to laugh or cry. She really was a child.
Her mood suddenly improved. Her gaze also landed on the old couple who were shouting.
Selling calligraphy and painting?
The woman dressed in plain clothes and a few strands of white hair fell to her ears. Her face was serious as she ground ink. Although it wasn' t a good ink stone, she still ground it carefully and evenly.
This sort of calligraphy and painting stall had never been seen by many people. Because they felt t
