After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

In Fuming Town, it is the monthly market day again, and the main street is bustling with people, making it a rare lively place.

"The dim sum produced by the famous Fuquan Tea House in Kyoto is available to the highest bidder!"

"The stinky tofu from Baiwei Restaurant is very popular among scholars and literati. Just fry it in oil and it will leave you with a delicious taste!"

The caravans from Zhongyuan occupied the most conspicuous corner of the market.

The merchants shouted their wares loudly, and their stalls were filled with a dazzling array of goods, all beautifully packaged and printed with the names of major merchants in Kyoto.

No matter where you are, there are rich and poor.

Even in the war-torn town of Fuming, there are people willing to spend a lot of money on best-selling products from Kyoto.

Lin Jinshan is one of them!

He swaggered around the market with a dozen sturdy guards.

As soon as Lin Jinshan appeared at the market, he was welcomed by many small vendors.

"Master Lin, would you like to take a look at the newly arrived fox skins?"

"Lord Lin, the fine horses of the North run like the wind! Come get one!"

"Master Lin, would you like to try some naan?"

Lin Jinshan donated money to become a minor official, and he liked to be called Lord Lin the most.

In the past, he would have stopped and bought some goods amid the compliments of the vendors, but today he ran straight towards the foreign caravan.

"Are you from Kyoto?" Lin Jinshan looked at the caravan members unscrupulously.

This caravan belonged to the Arabs, whose men had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and wore white cloth on their heads.

The leader of the caravan spoke in an awkward Da Zhou dialect: "Yes, our boss opened a Da Shi style street in Kyoto. Everyone who has been to Kyoto knows it."

Lin Jinshan had indeed heard of the Daqin Style Street. It was said to be a den of illicit sex and that even the emperor would be skinned alive if he went there.

"Why are you coming to our Fuming Town instead of running away to the Arabs?" Lin Jinshan asked suspiciously.

The leader smiled helplessly and nodded to the north: "It's not bad luck, it's the war. Let's think about selling some of the goods in Fuming Town first, and then go to Daqin after the war is over."

Lin Jinshan looked at the group of Arabs as if they were fools.

Logically speaking, these people who travel all over the country should be extremely vigilant and safety-conscious. How come they don't know the horrors of war?

Lin Jinshan raised his lips, as if smiling: "It seems that you have great confidence in the Great Zhou garrison commander?"

The reaction of the Arabs was unexpected. They seemed to think it was strange that Lin Jinshan asked this question.

"Don't you have confidence in the garrison commander?"

Lin Jinshan: "The troops dispatched by the Northern Territory this time are the Thirteen Divisions of the Royal Court. You must have heard of their brutal reputation!"

The Arabs were not frightened by Lin Jinshan at all: "But your commander is the Marquis's wife, Gu Nanxi!"

Lin Jinshan had heard of Gu Nanxi, but he thought it was just a rumor. How could there be such a wise guy in the world? !

"The messenger has been in Fumin Town for several days, but there is still no sign of General Gu Nanxi. I think she must be afraid of the war and dare not come, so she is deliberately delaying time!"

One was Lin Jinshan, a prominent figure in Fuming Town, and the other was a caravan of Arabs from Kyoto. The two sides had a dispute, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the market.

A small vendor muttered, "Of course not. The messenger came from a long way. He has arrived, but the commander has not yet arrived!"

"Alas, the Great Zhou will surely lose this war. Who is willing to get involved in this mess?"

"Gu Nanxi is the daughter of War God Gu. She would definitely not run away from the battle!"

"But she is just a girl who grew up in Kyoto's luxurious life! Maybe she has never even killed a chicken. What can we expect from her?"

At first, when the people of Fuming Town heard that the commander was Gu Nanxi, they were all excited and felt that they were blessed by God.

However, as the days passed, no one knew where Gu Nanxi was!

This is bound to make people think deeply!

Compared to the common people in Fuming Town who had only heard of Gu Nanxi's name but had never actually seen him, the Arab merchants who had lived in Kyoto for a long time were extremely confident.

"Madam Gu Nanxi hasn't come for a long time, this is a good thing!"

Everyone in Fuming Town was silent. Didn’t these Arabs learn the language of the Great Zhou well? Why was it that they couldn’t understand?

The caravan leader's eyes sparkled with stars, and the admiration in his words almost splashed everyone's faces: "Madam Hou Gu Nanxi must be doing something big!"

Lin Jinshan sneered: "Are you dreaming? If she does something serious, I will eat the wooden table on the spot!"

Facing the guests, the Arabs were still very enthusiastic and kindly shared some knowledge: "When the academy was built, tea customers at Fuquan Teahouse also said this."

Another Arab: "During the Academy Competition, someone also said that."

"And the Yongchang Marquis incident..."

The Arab at the end of the team added eagerly, "There are also gods celebrating birthdays. That's really exciting. They'll all be slapped in the face!"

The forgotten memories attack everyone again!

Yes, if those rumors are true, then Gu Nanxi’s favorite thing to do is to take one step and look ten steps ahead. Until the final moment, no one knows which direction things will develop!

Lin Jinshan's originally determined heart inevitably began to waver.

Could it be that Gu Nanxi is really planning something big?

In the crowded crowd, a thin figure shuttled left and right and disappeared at the street entrance.

Outside Fuming Town, the warriors of the Balin tribe, who had attacked the city but returned in failure, were ridiculed by other tribes as soon as they returned.

"You were laughing happily yesterday, but didn't you fail to capture the city today?"

"You came back earlier today than we did yesterday."

Although they cursed, everyone actually knew the truth.

As long as the Khan does not launch a general attack, the Thirteen Tribes will not fight to the death.

Otherwise, if most of my tribe is injured and the city gate is broken open, other tribes will benefit from it! Others will not remember my kindness.

The end result will only be that other tribes will become stronger and may even annex your own tribe.

In the king's tent, the leaders of the thirteen tribes gathered together.

A thin and small figure was kneeling in the center, reporting on today's exploration results.

"According to the speculation of the Kyoto Caravan, the commander, Gu Nanxi, should be doing something big!"

The Khan's expression was uncertain. He glanced at the leaders of various tribes and asked, "What do you think?"

The thirteen leaders looked at each other in silence.

On the contrary, the eldest prince Agula remembered what his younger brother, Liu Lang, the strategist of the Great Zhou Dynasty, had said to him last night!

Agula: "Father, Gu Nanxi is a ruthless woman who has completely wiped out all of my brother's forces in Kyoto and captured my brother! She is definitely not as simple as she appears to be."

With Agula taking the lead, leaders of other tribes also expressed their views.

"Gu Nanxi is the banner of the Great Zhou's resistance against the North. I absolutely do not believe that she would desert the battlefield!"

"The people of the Great Zhou are the most cunning, and Gu Nanxi is the most cunning of the cunning!"

"Even the people of the Great Zhou don't know her whereabouts, which shows how big her plans are!"