After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

After receiving the letter, the Minister of the Lifanyuan rushed over. After arranging accommodations for hundreds of foreigners, he began to prepare a welcome dinner.

"Sir, when will the emperor summon us?" The dusty foreigner looked anxious.

He came with a mission this time, and tens of thousands of his tribesmen were waiting at the border for the arrangements of the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Every day of delay would increase the danger that the tribe would face in the north.

"Ah, this..." The Minister of the Lifanyuan was in a dilemma when he saw the words "escorted by Marquis Yongchang" written on the document.

According to the procedure, Marquis Yongchang should first meet with the emperor to explain the matter, and then the emperor should summon the representatives of the foreign race.

But now, Marquis Yongchang is still in prison.

"I will report to the emperor and notify you after the date is confirmed." The Minister of Lifanyuan thought of the wife of Marquis Yongchang and gritted his teeth to take on the matter.

After greeting the officials of the Lifanyuan, the foreigners in white robes gathered together and went to visit Kyoto together.

"Munir, why don't we let the officials from the Cyrus country lead us together?" A short man in a white robe walked quickly, following closely behind a tall man in a white robe.

Munir's deep eyes shone with wisdom: "Don't listen to what the officials say. We should see with our eyes, listen with our ears, and measure this land with our feet. Only in this way can we get the wealth we want."

"Then where are we going?"

“Go to the most lively place.”

The most lively place in Kyoto, besides the brothels, is the Fuquan Teahouse.

Munir was not interested in the beauties of the Zhou Dynasty, but he was very interested in tea.

So the group came to Fuquan Teahouse.

"Sir, do you want a private room or the lobby?" The waiter at Fuquan Teahouse was worried that these foreigners might not understand the language of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so he pointed upstairs and then to the lobby on the first floor.

Munir smiled and said, “The lobby.”

The waiter was surprised: "Sir, your words of the Great Zhou are really good."

Munir said modestly: "I admire the culture of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I have learned a lot of the Great Zhou language from the officers and soldiers along the way. Please forgive me for making fun of you."

The waiter picked out a few tables for them that were clean and had good views of the river.

The short man in the white robe looked around and muttered in their native language: "This large area in the front. What is it used for? Is it for singing and dancing?"

"There was no performance, but there were so many customers. Could it be that the tea tastes the most authentic?"

Tea, silk and porcelain are the most popular commodities in the country of Seres.

Before Munir could answer, thunderous applause broke out in the hall.

I saw a thin man walking up to the stage and sitting down slowly. The waiter had already served tea and placed the gavel.

"Qiang!"

The gavel slammed heavily.

The noisy hall suddenly became quiet, and only the storyteller's rhythmic voice could be heard.

"Today we are going to talk about the first chapter of The Legend of the Lonely City!"

Although no one knew how many times they had listened to "The Legend of the Lonely City", the people of Kyoto still listened attentively, not daring to breathe.

Especially when thinking about the misunderstanding caused by Marquis Yongchang some time ago, the whole Kyoto thought that the northern army was at the gate of the city, and everyone was in panic.

At that time, I felt so desperate and panicked. I hoped so much that a Yun Gucheng would fall from the sky and save the people from the disaster!

After experiencing this, when people listened to "The Legend of Yungucheng" again, they were completely drawn into the group of border people who were brutally ravaged in the novel, and gained new insights into the people of Yungucheng.

This story can fascinate the people of Kyoto, and naturally it can also completely fascinate the foreigners who have never seen the world.

For several days, Munir and others did nothing. As soon as they woke up, they went to the morning market to buy some food and then went to Fuquan Teahouse to wait for the storyteller to give them his script.

In order to hear the authentic version of the script, Munir's people spontaneously learned the Da Zhou dialect.

"Munir, nice to see you again. Today we are talking about the fifth chapter, which is the most thrilling part!" Song Da moved his butt to make some room for Munir and the others.

"Thank you, brother!" Munir sat down, waved to the waiter, and gave Song Da a plate of snacks. "I don't know who wrote this book. I really want to see it."

Song Da then remembered that Munir, who spoke fluently in the Great Zhou language, was a foreigner and didn't know much about the capital. "She is the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang. You may not know her, but she is the wisest person in our Great Zhou! She is the famous headmaster of Baichuan Academy! Even the owner of the Baiwei Restaurant you often visit is her daughter!"

"Her father is an invincible general! She herself is also an unrivaled master, and her disciples are invincible in all the battles in Kyoto!"

"She has a far-sighted vision and is always careful about what she is doing. Often, only when things are over can we see her plan!"

Song Da told Munir and others about Gu Nanxi's glorious deeds in a vivid and colorful way.

Munir was stunned when he heard this.

There is such a legendary woman in this world? !

Soon, Munir extracted a key piece of information from the conversations of the tea drinkers, that is, the wife of Marquis Yongchang bought a lot of houses in Kyoto!

Because Madam Hou is optimistic that housing prices in Kyoto will rise!

"The wife of the Marquis of Yongchang bought a shanty town in the southwest corner. Although the housing prices in Kyoto have recovered, that piece of house is of little value. This may be her only miscalculation."

Some tea drinkers sighed.

After all, as a wise man who has planned everything, making a mistake is always regrettable.

Munir's eyes flickered. If that magical woman was really as powerful as they said, how could she make such a simple mistake?

"Adi, go get some information and see if what they say is true."

"Yes, Munir!"

In just an incense stick of time, Adi reported the information he had found out.

"The wife of Marquis Yongchang is so famous in Kyoto that almost everyone knows about her! What they said is true."

At this time, Munir was already in his study, having bought a copy of "The Legend of the Lonely City", and was reading it word by word with difficulty.

His eyes were fixed on a word in the storybook - Beggars' Gang!

This reminded him of the beggar who gave him three cents when he first entered the city.

The old man had two cloth bags hanging around his waist. Could he also be a member of the Beggars' Sect?

As luck would have it, that familiar figure flashed past his eyes.

"Follow him!"

Munir and others followed the old beggar not too far away, turning left and right, and walked for a long time before they arrived at a shantytown.

The shanty towns are in disarray.

The shed, supported by straw and thin wooden sticks, was not only short but also shaky. It seemed like a completely different world from the clean and tidy Kyoto.

In front of the shed, beggars of all kinds were lying on their backs, stomachs, or sides, looking lazy and relaxed as if they were drying salted fish.