After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

It is a hot summer day, the sun is scorching the earth, and the sound of cicadas is heard.

Even the docks on both sides of the Bian River enjoyed a brief moment of tranquility under such scorching sun.

The Huachuan Winery and the Teahouse present another lively image.

A group of shirtless men were crowded together in the small restaurants on both sides of the pier.

In such hot weather, the tea brought from home had long been drunk. Even the most frugal laborers had to spend a few copper coins to take a rest in the small teahouse.

Although the restaurant is small, it also employs a storyteller.

The storyteller was an old man with a white beard. He was quite old and spoke slowly. He was not as passionate and fascinating as the storytellers in big restaurants.

Because of this, his asking price was not high and he was hired by the owner of the small restaurant.

The storyteller's aged voice bears traces of time, just like the flowing Bian River, which has witnessed hundreds of years of human joys and sorrows.

"The lonely city was broken and devastated. A ten-year-old boy covered in blood crawled out from under the corpses."

"A thousand miles of barren land, swords broken and arrows exhausted, bones exposed in the wild. The boy's eyes were empty, his family, friends, relatives, all lost overnight."

"The little boy sat for a long time under the broken wall, muttering, 'The mountains are snowy, the rivers are icy, the fields are desolate, the blue is smoke and the white is bones. From now on, my name is Qing Feng Bai!'"

The storyteller spoke neither hurriedly nor slowly, without any ups and downs. His tone was so calm that it seemed as if he was telling a long-lost story through time.

An isolated city, a deadly battle, an orphan, and a regret...

The noisy little restaurant gradually became quiet without me noticing.

The men working the docks no longer cursed or complained about their employers' stinginess, nor did they discuss which girl in the brothel was cheaper or more attractive.

They followed the storyteller's voice and watched the child who named himself Qing Fengbai, begging all the way, and after several years, he came to Kyoto, wanting to investigate the truth of that year.

Time is a ruthless butcher knife. It is like the yellow sand in the north, ruthlessly covering the dry bones of the lonely city.

Qing Fengbai looked at this dynasty soberly and painfully. In the beginning, he felt pity and admiration for Yun Gucheng, but later, when the enemy arrived at the gates of the imperial city and everyone was unable to resist, they took their anger out on Yun Gucheng for not being able to defend it.

After the imperial city paid a large sum of gold, silver, treasures, silks, and beautiful women to coax away the enemies in the north, everything returned to normal.

Flowers were in full bloom, the girls on the flower boats were smiling and talking sweetly, playing musical instruments and singing, and the nobles were drinking and singing, as if nothing had ever happened. There was no one called Yun Gucheng, and there was no such lonely city.

Woohoo!

Obviously the storyteller was not expressing any emotion, but for some reason, while I was sitting in this tavern beside the Bian River, watching the tall ships coming and going on the river, feeling the breeze from the direction of the river, and faintly hearing the sounds of stringed instruments from the flower boats, a feeling of sadness arose in my heart.

The soft-hearted man couldn't stop wiping away tears.

But no one laughed at him. The others either ate their cakes in silence or stared at the rippling waves on the Bian River in a daze.

In the small restaurant, the storyteller was still telling a distant story, telling how Qing Fengbai had gone through countless hardships to find the final answer...

Different from the calmness in the small restaurant, Fuquan Teahouse was still packed with tea drinkers who were filled with righteous indignation and slammed the tables.

"Those people who have been in the government for a long time, who don't have the courage to go to the battlefield, actually dare to doubt Yun Gucheng's loyalty!"

"I was wondering why the reinforcements didn't come? It turns out that someone with ulterior motives spread rumors that Yun Gucheng was colluding with the enemy!"

"Even if you use your toes to think, you know that this is impossible! How could Yun Gucheng and those major sects do such a thing? They are the most loyal people!"

"The common people and the emperor in the storybook are also brainless. They just believe whatever others say!"

"We are different. We have seen the world! We may gossip a little on weekdays, but when it comes to matters of life and death such as treason, we will never say anything without ironclad evidence!"

The person who spoke was very confident. Just like a few days ago, everyone was saying that Marquis Yongchang was going to rebel, but how many people in Kyoto believed it?

On weekdays, it is common to gossip about other people's private affairs and watch the fun in the palace.

They will not live in vain to face such a major event that will exterminate their entire clan!

Some smart tea drinkers can't help but connect the two things together.

Could it be that someone wanted to deal with the wife of Marquis Yongchang by framing him?

Therefore, the wife of Marquis Yongchang wrote the second part of The Legend of the Lonely City to deal with such conspiracies and intrigues!

If you think about it this way, everything makes sense!

I heard that the orders of Baihua Printing Factory have been scheduled until the end of autumn, but this book, The Legend of the Lonely City Part 2, was temporarily cut in line and printed overnight!

There was also no news about the second part, which had never been reported before. Considering the popularity of "The Lonely City", this is incredible!

The tea drinker told his guess to his friend, who was shocked at first and then understood.

This guess is the most reliable!

One person told two people, two people told four people, four people told sixteen people, and soon, this guess almost became the standard answer in Kyoto!

But considering that the wife of Marquis Yongchang did not dare to knock on the door directly, it can be seen that the other party is powerful. Therefore, this speculation is known to you, me, and everyone, but it will never be made public!

Although Kyoto appears calm on the surface, it actually has undercurrents.

Small courtyards that were usually deserted were suddenly crowded with people traveling in horse-drawn carriages.

The neighbors came to visit out of curiosity, but were driven away by the carriage servant.

"Why is he so fierce? He's like a demon. Who knows what shameful things he's doing!" The neighbors cursed inwardly, but they dared not open the door to peek again.

In the small courtyard, the officials in disguise began to meet.

"How is the evidence prepared?"

The Imperial College's chief priest took out a letter, which said, "Spring has passed and winter has come." "The letters are all ready."

The chief academician of the Imperial College could not help but feel fortunate that these letters did not mention anyone by name, so it was reasonable to frame the Marquis of Yongchang.

"Then I'll leave it to the censor tomorrow!"

The censor often mingled in the market looking for inspiration, and he always felt that the recent wind direction was strange, so he couldn't help but hesitate: "The reaction of the people is not what we expected, is it okay?"

"Don't panic! The people's will is just a sideshow! The most important thing is to see what the higher-ups think. Your Excellency is already preparing to enter the palace!"

After hearing these words, everyone felt at ease. If an adult took action, it would be a sure win!

At the same time, Gu Nanxi also changed into her best attire, holding a small pottery jar, got on the carriage, and drove slowly towards the palace.

Gu Nanxi and Master Tong both chose to go to the emperor to file a complaint!

When masters fight, their fighting style is often simple and unpretentious.