Quick Wear: I Became the Savior of the Doomsday

The place where Zhang Daqian invited guests to dinner was a famous brothel in Kyoto. When Mingqiu found out about it, she became extremely unhappy and jumped around in the room.

"He is simply humiliating you. I told you not to marry Jiao Liu'er!"

Zhong Suhan was just about to change into the clothes that Wen Yubai asked Huang Ying to send to him. The material of the clothes felt very soft and looked light, but in fact it was heavier than ordinary clothes, and the drape was naturally stronger than those clothes.

Huang Ying said that the material is made of dyed silk mixed with fine gold and silver threads twisted into silk threads, and then used a weaving machine that requires three or four craftsmen to operate to weave this cloth with dark patterns using silk threads of different colors.

It takes a craftsman one month to make one foot of cloth. This year, the silk harvest was poor, so Yunzhou only offered three pieces of cloth in total.

This black one was made into a coat for her by His Majesty the Emperor before she came back.

His hands were covered with calluses and extremely rough from years of fighting and holding weapons. When she touched them, they made a scratching sound, so she dared not touch them again.

Seeing this, Ming Qiu simply transformed into a human form, with a body like a clothes hanger and a head like a rabbit. He reached out to take the clothes and continued to curse, "Zhang Daqian is really something. He has secretly put so many obstacles in your way in the past ten years. If you hadn't stopped him, Yu Chengguang would have killed him long ago!"

Zhong Suhan's eyelids twitched when he looked at the rabbit head, but he was unable to complain in the end. He opened his hands and enjoyed his service, with the corners of his mouth raised in a very sarcastic arc and his eyes slightly narrowed.

"He is no longer the same as he was before. He is the captain of the imperial guard and a second-rank military commander. He has a legitimate position and power. Many people in Kyoto want to curry favor with him, but they can't. How can a military commander like me who has always been fighting outside and never appeared in the court compare to him?"

After saying that, she sneered. If she hadn't mentioned Zhang Daqian in front of Wen Yubai, would Zhang Daqian really have thought that he had no background or backing, and could become the captain of the Imperial City Guard just after entering Kyoto?

Ming Qiu looked down at her. All the hard work she had endured in battles over the years was reflected on her face and hands.

Her facial features were delicate, but her skin was as rough as tree bark. The leaves of the camphor tree were smoother than her face. Her hands were even more horrible, with calluses from years of holding knives, keratin hyperplasia from split nails that failed to grow back, and scars from frostbite...

His heart ached every time he looked at them. He held those hands and placed them on his furry face. "Ahan, will you regret meeting me?"

"I have never regretted it. Sister is my only one. I am willing to pay any price to save her." Zhong Suhan pinched his rabbit face, "It is not suitable for me to take you there. You wait for me at home. If anyone wants to harm Jiao Liu'er, protect her if you can protect yourself."

"I know, don't worry."

It was somewhat inconvenient to ride a horse in Kyoto, so Zhong Suhan simply walked there. However, she was stopped by Yun Su, who said that there was a special carriage for her in the mansion and she could go there by carriage.

"I'm afraid you don't know since you just returned to Kyoto. People in Kyoto love to compare themselves with others. And the place where Lord Zhang is welcoming you is a little far away. If you walk out, I'm afraid people will look down on you."

Although he said this in a tactful way, Zhong Suhan understood it clearly. When she was walking to the banquet, the people who were staring at her mistakenly thought that she was a soft persimmon that could be bullied. She wondered if there were any evil intentions among those who were staring at her.

Zhong Suhan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and glanced at Jiao Liu'er who came to see him off. Her beautiful face still had that decent smile, but the slight redness at the corners of her eyes revealed the fact that she had just cried.

"Young Army Master..."

Zhong Suhan raised his hand and placed it on her cheek, brushing the corner of her eye with the tip of his thumb.

"I just returned to the capital. If there is anything you like, go ahead and buy it. Don't suffer any grievances. You are my wife, and you will only be my only wife. Anyone who lets you suffer grievances is slapping me in the face."

He realized that he was being wronged. Yes, he was so smart, so gentle and considerate, how could he not have thought that he would be wronged because of what happened in the past.

Jiao Liu'er was deeply moved for a moment, and her love for this man grew stronger. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she knelt down: "Promise."

After comforting Jiao Liu'er and asking someone to tell Liang Jiangshi and Liang Meijing, Zhong Suhan went out.

She didn't ride in a carriage. She wanted people to look down on her and think that the emperor favored her only because he was afraid of the 100,000 soldiers in her hands.

Kyoto is indeed more prosperous than Daikokusan. The small stalls on the roadside sell all kinds of goods. For food, there are wontons, big bowls of tea, glutinous rice cakes... For daily necessities, there are hairpins, insoles, sachets and handkerchiefs...

Luo Kuan felt that his eyes were not enough. He followed Zhong Suhan and kept looking at the goods being sold. He drooled when he saw the delicious food, and he wanted to glue his eyes to the beautiful objects when he saw them.

"Captain, captain, the hairpins here are more beautiful than those on Daheishan! Wow, captain, captain, look at that sachet, it's so beautifully embroidered! Captain, captain..."

Not only did he keep exclaiming in amazement, he also kept pulling at Zhong Suhan's sleeve like a child.

The material that took the craftsmen three years to make was of precious quality. Zhong Suhan was afraid that he would tear it, but he couldn't bear to scold this child who grew up on the border for being useless and inexperienced. He could only frown and slow down his pace.

After Luo Kuan had seen enough, he realized that he had embarrassed his own captain. He untied the clothes that felt expensive to the touch and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Captain, let's go quickly, or we'll be late."

"It's okay. I'm a guest and also Zhang Daqian's former boss. It's okay to be late for a while."

Having said that, she didn't know what Zhang Daqian meant by inviting her to dinner, so she quickened her pace and arrived at the place on time.

The difference between Zui Chun Feng and other brothels is that the girls inside are "reserved". They never stand outside to greet guests. Instead, they all sit in one place inside, waiting for guests to come forward and invite them to drink tea, chat, or do other things. They are all top-notch in terms of appearance and talent.

As soon as Zhong Suhan entered, he noticed the difference between this place and ordinary brothels, and he immediately understood that Zhang Daqian held a banquet here, not only to mock him for marrying a military prostitute, but also had other intentions.

I just don't know what the intention is.