After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

Su Yunting was like Sun Wukong who could fly the somersault cloud. He could not sit still at all. He spent a month visiting all the seven towns in Yunzhou.

When Su Yunting was saying goodbye to Gu Nanxi, Gu Nanxi gave him a task, which was to deliver a gift to the governor of Shuozhou.

He Yunyan, the governor of Shuozhou, loved calligraphy and painting the most. Su Yunting took a look around Gu Nanxi's study and finally decided to give him a piece of his mother's calligraphy with great reluctance.

Carrying gifts, Su Yunting followed the caravan south to Kyoto.

During the past month or so, the "Journey to the West" serialized in "Yunzhou Weekly" has completed the story of Sun Wukong's apprenticeship, his havoc in the Heavenly Palace, his being pressed under the Five Finger Mountain, his rescue by Monk Tang, his preparation for the journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, and his subjugation of Zhu Bajie, Sha Seng and Little White Dragon along the way.

Because the story is easy to understand, interesting, and brings a sense of excitement when upgrading, everyone wants to know whether this stone monkey can successfully obtain the true scriptures!

"Yunzhou Weekly" is a hot seller again!

The streets, teahouses and restaurants are all filled with discussions about Journey to the West, even in Kyoto.

The first thing the caravan did when arriving in Kyoto was to distribute the Yunzhou Weekly, for fear that it would be distributed too late and cause a rush to buy it.

Su Yunting saw that it was still early and his elder brother should still be studying at Baichuan Academy, so he went to Fuquan Teahouse.

Because he looked like a black slave, no one in the teahouse recognized him.

Fuquan Teahouse was still bustling with activity, as the storyteller was narrating Journey to the West on the stage with saliva flying all over the place.

Even though he repeated the story many times, the tea drinkers still never got tired of listening to it.

The last time such a grand occasion occurred was when we were talking about "The Legend of the Lonely City".

After the storyteller finished his last tale, he took a sip of tea, waved his hand, and pointed to his throat, indicating that he couldn't tell the story anymore today. Only then did the tea drinkers let him go.

"Why is this Tathagata Buddha so evil? Sun Wukong just doesn't want to be an official in heaven, so why is he imprisoned under the Five Finger Mountain?"

"You don't understand this! The Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun are Sun Wukong, and the Tathagata Buddha is the group of Tartars. Sun Wukong is now waiting for Tang Monk to save him!"

As for who Tang Seng is, it must be Yun Guogong Gu Nanxi! Anyway, it can't be the current emperor!

Another tea drinker at the same table ordered a small plate of fried rice and whispered, "Aren't we also like Sun Wukong, trapped under the Five Finger Mountain? The price of grain in Kyoto has risen again. The price of polished rice has risen from thirty coins to fifty coins, and the price of brown rice has risen from five coins to fifteen coins! If this continues, I'm afraid we won't even be able to afford food!"

"Is this why you only dare to order a small plate of fried rice? Not to mention the price of rice has increased, what other things have not increased? Even the rent has increased! I asked the landlord why the price increased, and he said that the rice price has increased, so his rent has to increase too!"

"Not to mention the rent, the business tax has also gone up! I heard that the emperor wants to build a garden..."

"Everything has gone up in price, except wages!"

"Food prices, housing prices, and taxes, aren't these all mountains weighing on us?"

"Hush! Are you going to kill yourself? Do you still think this is the old Kyoto? My neighbor next door was arrested and thrown into jail just because he boasted that he was one of the 72 avatars of Sun Wukong!"

For a moment, the tea drinkers pursed their lips tightly and the atmosphere was very tense.

The last strong man stood up, threw ten coins on the table, and complained: "I can't afford to live, I can't leave, and I can't even talk! At least Sun Wukong has people bring him food and drink every year, what do we have?"

Su Yunting blinked, feeling somewhat uncomfortable all over.

Wasn't Kyoto like this before? Even the gossips in the emperor's harem were used as a joke by the people of Kyoto.

Now what's going on?

With this question in mind, Su Yunting left Fuquan Teahouse and went to Baiwei Restaurant to find Su Yunyan.

After all, they are related by blood. Su Yunyan took a quick glance and recognized that the piece of black charcoal in front of her was her second brother.

"Brother, how much charcoal have you put on your body? You don't need to be so disguised! You're more conspicuous when you put it on like this. You might as well change into women's clothes."

Su Yunting followed Su Yunyan into the private room on the second floor and sat down on a chair carelessly: "Shopkeeper Su is so rich that he looks down on your second brother?"

Su Yunyan ordered the kitchen to make a pot of milk tea with sugar, and then closed the door: "I am worried about you. How can you be an official in the court with this appearance?"

"I never planned to be an official!" Su Yunting said nonchalantly, his feet lifted up. "What happened in Kyoto recently? I felt weird when I came back."

Su Yunyan opened the door, took the milk tea, and closed the door again, with a sarcastic smile on her face: "Why else? That little emperor is causing trouble again!"

"Oh?"

"In the second episode of Journey to the West, Sun Wukong learned the Great Heavenly Immortal Art from Patriarch Bodhi. Everyone guessed that this was a way to become an immortal and live forever. The young emperor has been in poor health recently and has to rest for ten days after serving a day. Isn't this the beginning of his pursuit of immortality?"

Su Yunting didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This is a storybook, how could he take it seriously?!"

Su Yunyan pursed her lips, poured a full pot of milk tea for her second brother, and then began to complain: "Starting from ten days ago, they summoned me to the palace for five consecutive days, asking me whether Yizu had passed on the Great Heavenly Immortal Technique to my mother."

"Huh?!" Su Yunting's eyes widened, somewhat speechless, "Didn't he swear at the beginning that the peerless treasure was a strategy for governing a country? How come he now believes that the treasure is a great heavenly immortal skill?"

"He opened and closed his mouth, saying whatever he wanted to say. Who could cover his mouth? Not to mention me, even Yizu was summoned to the palace several times. In the end, Yizu was so angry that he blocked the palace gate and cursed for three hours! That's why the little emperor didn't dare to come to us."

"He is really crazy!" Su Yunting felt that he had missed too many good things during the more than one year he was at sea!

"Isn't it all because of your mother? I said that girl is so wicked!" The door was pushed open and Cui Sanlun cursed.

At the same time, Lord Li, who was already in poor health, also went to Grand Tutor Tong's residence to complain.

"Gu Nanxi is such a wicked girl! She set up traps a few years ago, but she keeps doing it one after another, and it's not over yet!"

The two sat opposite each other at the stone table. Not far from them, lotus flowers were blooming in the artificial lake, with a pleasant fragrance.

The servants stood far away, and only Mrs. Tong, the Grand Tutor, was strolling through the flowers on both sides of the path, carrying wine and snacks.

"Mr. Li never visits Grand Tutor for no reason, and as soon as he arrived he started talking about Gu Nanxi. What did Duke Yun do now?" Grand Tutor Tong's wife poured wine for the two of them.

After pouring the wine, Master Tong patted the stone bench beside him and asked his wife to sit down and listen together.

Lord Li took a sip of the fruit wine. The wine was sweet and clear. He knew it was produced in Yunzhou as soon as he drank it.

It was obviously a good wine, but he felt a bitter taste, which spread from the tip of his tongue to the root of his tongue, and finally reached his heart.

"How could he fall for it? How could he fall for such a simple scheme?! All those sage books and history books were read in vain!"