Nangong Lian'er went over and took Zhao Huan's hand: "Brother Long, I want to buy a white horse."
This immediately attracted envious and jealous glances from all around, and people could only think of one sentence: flowers stuck in cow dung.
Zhao Huan frowned slightly: "Don't you have a horse? It's a carefully selected steed."
Nangong Lian'er pouted: "I don't want it, I want a white horse."
Zhao Huan could only smile bitterly: "Why didn't you tell me when we were in the capital? I would have picked one for you."
Sometimes women just like to be unreasonable: "I don't want it, I just want to buy it here."
Zhao Huan took back the folding fan and said, "Okay, then buy it."
Nangong Lian'er was immediately happy, and she jumped and pulled Zhao Huan's sleeve to go to the horse market.
Linghu Yunlong was always paying attention to his surroundings. He had to remain highly alert to ensure Zhao Huan's absolute safety. Especially in such a crowded and chaotic place, if he was not careful, it would easily lead to a big mistake that was difficult to make up for.
Aside from merchants and the imperial court, few people were interested in horses. However, the cattle trade was booming, as they were the ones used for plowing the fields.
"Hey, cows for sale. Top-quality yellow cattle!"
"Oxen, oxen, they're the best at plowing the fields and pulling carts!"
The noisy horse market was filled with shouts. Sellers were shouting and praising their goods, while buyers were nitpicking every flaw of every cow in order to bargain.
Suddenly, in a corner, a peasant woman knelt on the ground with a boy of three or four and a little girl of eight or nine. The two children had straw stuck in their heads, which represented a custom in this place: selling children.
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