Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

However, on the third day, monsoon smoke thought of the poor princess in distress, so he found an excuse to leave all the official business to Gong Zhengyu, and he himself took Maia to walk in Tianting city.

Tianting City, everything is totally different from Maia\'s cognition.

Before entering the Xiaoyao Valley, those bodyguards who escorted her had told her a lot of rumors about the Xiaoyao valley. The rumoured Xiaoyao Valley is a group of vicious villains. No one would choose to seek asylum here unless they were desperate.

Maia had made the worst plan when she fled to Xiaoyao Valley, but when she really stepped into Xiaoyao Valley, she found that

There is no shadow of darkness or ferocity.

The people who come and go in the street are dressed in elegant robes. The clothes look a little tedious, but they have a different flavor when they wear them on people. Whether they are strong men or thin men, they all add a bit of elegance and calm. Everyone has a gentle and friendly smile on their faces. Their conversation also makes Maia feel at peace.

"Here It\'s not the same as I thought. " Maia went to a small vendor. The vendor was a young man in his early twenties. Two pear vortexes on his cheek blossomed with his smile. He looked very bright. The vendor may have seen Maia as a young girl, and he kindly gave her a Tang man who had just been pinched.

Sweetness blooms on the taste buds, warming the little girl\'s heart.

"If you had come months earlier, I think It could be more dangerous than you think. " Monsoon smoke does not hide the past of Xiaoyao valley.

Maia looks at the monsoon smoke with her head askew. She was born in the royal family when she was a child. Although her parents love and dote on her, she can still feel the majesty of her father. She has never seen any king walk in the city like the monsoon smoke, without even a guard around her. What makes Maia more surprised is that all people in the city recognize the monsoon smoke, and follow it A passing person would say hello to each other, and monsoon smoke could call out their names.

People here, in their eyes, have a fanatical respect for monsoon smoke, but there is no difference between high and low, and they will not feel any sense of status difference at all.

All of this makes Maia feel fresh.

But in her heart, Maia preferred such imperial power.

More close to people, more respected.

Respect, not awe, comes from the bottom of one\'s heart, not from the distortion of force and status.

Monsoon smoke gave Maia some Chinese jade coins, told her that she didn\'t accept the gold coins from the outside world, and took Maia to prepare a suit of clothes full of Chinese style in the shops in the city.

For women, the world\'s costumes more outline their curves, more intimate, while the costumes of China are mainly aesthetic. Just after wearing them, Maia is amazed by herself in the mirror. She likes this unique country and likes it in the bottom of her heart.