After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

Boss Li walked down the city wall and said to Wanyan Wushu, "Come on, I'll take you to the post station. Don't run around. If anything happens, we in Yunzhou will not be responsible."

After saying that, Boss Li didn't even look at them and walked towards the inner city with a staggering step.

Wanyan Wushu kicked the horse's belly lightly with his foot, and the fat and strong horse started to walk with a clatter. When passing by Alechuan, Wanyan Wushu sneered with disdain.

After all the Tatar envoys had left, Alechuan finally released his hand that had been pressing on his thigh.

As soon as his hand loosened, the eye-catching blood kept flowing out from the cut wound.

Alechuan's face turned pale due to pain and blood loss.

Seeing Alechuan's straight back, Gu Shisan sighed and threw a bottle of trauma medicine to Alechuan: "Stop the bleeding first, then go to the clinic to ask Bian Que'an to take a look. I don't know what the Tartars put on their knives, don't get poisoned."

As the Tartar delegation entered the inner city, the originally bustling streets seemed to be paused.

Each of these Tatars had black hair in tiny braids, with flowered cloth tied on their heads, and thick eyebrows slanting into their temples, giving them a deep and three-dimensional look.

It was early spring in Yunzhou and the weather was still a little cold, so the people had to wear one or two outer robes. But the moment these Tartars entered the city gate, they took off their armor, leaving their upper bodies naked, revealing the strange and complex tattoos on their shoulders and chests.

"Pah!" Old Lady Wang, who was about to go to the suburbs, couldn't help but spit when she saw this group of Tartars.

"Who the hell are they showing off to? If they weren't an envoy, do you think they can get out of Fuming Town alive?"

The people glared at Wanyan Wushu and others, wishing they could drink their blood and eat their flesh!

Wanyan Wushu deliberately waved his arm, revealing his muscles bulging like rocks. That arm was thicker than the thighs of many young men.

Looking at them, they don't look like they are here to negotiate, but rather to cause trouble.

Wanyan Wushu naturally felt the malicious and hateful gazes of the people of Yunzhou, but instead of getting angry, he burst into laughter.

Even if they don't like me, shouldn't they still open the city gates wide to welcome me and others into the city?

No matter how capable Gu Nanxi is, he still has to listen to the Emperor of the Great Zhou and negotiate with the North? !

"General Li, you Han people have a saying that whoever comes is a guest. Is this how you treat guests in Yunzhou?" Wanyan Wushu joked in the not-so-fluent Great Zhou dialect.

Boss Li didn't even turn his head and said coldly: "Are you guests?"

Wanyan Wushu smiled and said, "At least in the eyes of your Great Zhou Emperor, we are guests. Could it be that your general no longer takes the Emperor seriously?"

After hearing this, Boss Li turned around and looked Wanyan Wushu up and down. He originally thought that he was a reckless man, but he didn't expect that he had brains and was willing to sow discord.

"If our general doesn't listen to the emperor, do you think you can get in alive?"

Wanyan Wushu wiped the blood off a scimitar with his fingers and licked his lips with his tongue: "This depends on my knife. Whether you can come in or not, my knife has the final say."

Boss Li sneered: "Your knife is too old, be careful not to break it in our Fuming Town."

Liu Lang in the team looked at the two men exchanging verbal witticisms, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

No matter how much verbal confrontation there was between Boss Li and Wanyan Wushu, after entering the inner city, no one dared to draw their swords and fight.

Boss Li was afraid of being arrested by the military discipline inspection team and criticized by the entire army.

Wanyan Wushu felt that given the general's temper, if he dared to provoke her in the inner city, she might kill him with a knife and then ask the Tartar to send another envoy.

After sending Wanyan Wushu and others to the post station, Boss Li instructed the surrounding merchants and the patrol teams in the city to continue their work and then went back to report.

Wanyan Wushu sat on a wooden bench at the post station. Liu Lang opened the window a little and saw Boss Li leaving through the gap. Then he said, "Little Prince, Boss Li is gone."

The other followers then started discussing loudly.

"Master, when are we going to do the task that Zuo Xian Wang has assigned to us?"

"This Han Chinese is so annoying. He's watching us so closely!"

Wanyan Wushu slammed his sword on the table, undressed, and prepared to take a nap.

"Let's rest for a few days first, so they can relax their vigilance."

This made the followers very happy.

"I haven't touched a woman from Da Zhou for a long time! The women I snatched back last time were all played badly, and those tigresses in the tribe are so boring!"

Another attendant opened the door impatiently and shouted at the postmaster: "Postmaster, go and call some girls for us!"

The postmaster walked up the stairs at a leisurely pace, with an impeccable smile on his face: "I'm sorry, envoys, we don't have any brothels in the whole Yunzhou!"

The attendant drew out a knife, pointed it at the postmaster's neck, and threatened him viciously: "Bullshit! It's not like I haven't been to Yunzhou before! Isn't there a whole flower street? Hurry up and call your courtesan to us!"

The sharp blade flashed with cold light.

Yicheng felt a chill on his neck, but he didn't even shiver. Instead, he held the handle of the knife with his index and middle fingers and pushed it outward.

"Lord Li may not have told you that swords and knives are not allowed to be used in the entire Yunzhou City. Violators will be imprisoned for seven days at the least, and flogged at the worst! The envoy has just arrived and does not know the rules, so it is excusable, but this is only this time, and it will not happen again!"

The follower was so angry at this disobedience, but thinking of his reputation as the Jade-faced King of Hell, he did not dare to actually kill this daring Han man in front of him!

The postmaster kept smiling and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Also, the place you have been to before is definitely not called Yunzhou! Because since the day Yunzhou was founded, with the general in charge, no Tartar dared to step into the territory of Yunzhou!"

The follower endured it for a while, but decided to give in. "If there is no brothel, then go find me some prostitutes! Don't tell me there are no prostitutes in Yunzhou! They are all men, who doesn't know who? Where there are men, there must be prostitution!"

The postmaster tutted his tongue twice, as if he was disgusted by the envoys' lack of worldly experience: "Those women can't find a way to make a living, so they engage in the flesh trade. With the general here, parents selling their children and husbands selling their wives are no longer allowed in the whole Yunzhou! And those women can find jobs in Yunzhou and live an upright life. Who would be willing to kowtow to them?"

No matter how much the postmaster said, these Tartars did not believe it. They thought that the postmaster was just trying to please them and flatter Gu Nanxi.

"Don't waste time talking to him, let's go find it ourselves!"