After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The new music is played with laughter in the willow alleys and flowery streets, and pipes and strings are tuned in teahouses and taverns. The eight wildernesses are gathering together, and all nations are connected.

The road is filled with flowers, flutes and drums are playing in the air, and several families are having night banquets.

There was constant bombing in Yunzhou, but Kyoto remained prosperous.

The Fuquan Teahouse was bustling with people, and the storyteller began to tell the story of "The Legend of the Lonely City" again.

The tea drinkers were not as focused as before. Instead, they were whispering to each other, discussing which new bride was getting married, her wedding dress, and which courtesan was the most beautiful.

Suddenly, they returned to those days.

The Duke of Yun was still the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang. Su Dalang and his sworn brothers were recruiting students on the streets. Su Erlang was scattering money everywhere, wanting to learn martial arts from a master and make his way in the world. Miss Su was making a lot of noise and parading around the streets with her girlfriends.

Old man Geng is still the ordinary farmer who sits on the ox cart and smokes his pipe silently.

Marquis Yongchang guarded the border. The Tartars marched south once a year. The Great Zhou paid some gold, silver and beauties as compensation, and could get a peaceful winter in return.

Ordinary people are busy working for a few pieces of silver.

The nobles either took a small boat to enjoy the beautiful scenery, or indulged in a life of luxury.

The storyteller sang in his own rhythm, as if immersed in a small world of swords, heroes and knights.

"Two hundred thousand soldiers took off their armor, and not a single one of them was a man!"

Bang!

The decadent atmosphere in the teahouse was suddenly filled with laughter.

I saw a soldier in leather armor overturning the table. He was obviously drinking tea, but his face was red as if he was drunk.

"Who is not a man?! Who are you saying is not a man?! Is it me who doesn't want to go to Yunzhou?! I'm clearly on the list, I've got all my leather armor and weapons, I've said goodbye to my parents, wife and children! I came to Kyoto and stayed there for so many days!"

His companion at the same table quickly pulled him back and whispered, "Be careful what you say and do!"

Not even one of them is a man. This sentence deeply hurt the hearts of everyone in the teahouse.

Today, a female messenger from Yunzhou ripped off the face of a man from Kyoto in the street.

This sentence was deeply engraved in everyone's mind.

One of the tea drinkers was trying to comfort himself or to persuade others: "Now that things have come to this, what else can we do? Yunzhou will definitely be defeated. You should stay at home so that you can better protect the safety of your parents, wife and children."

"Yes, the Tartars are out in full force. Yunzhou is surrounded again, and the retreat is cut off. Even if the Golden Immortal came, he would be powerless to save the situation."

"The Ministry of Revenue has been very busy lately, calculating how much gold and silver can be freed up to stop the Tartars."

"I heard that someone has been counting the girls of marriageable age in every household. With such success, the Tartars will definitely ask for a huge sum of money."

The women sent to the north were definitely not princesses or noble ladies. Most of them were selected from the common people.

The tea drinkers who had daughters at home were filled with anxiety and could not help but complain: "This matter was really caused by Yunzhou and Duke Yun! If Duke Yun had not been so aggressive, how could he have been willing to let the Tartars launch a full-scale counterattack?"

"Yes! If you don't have the diamond drill, why would you take on this porcelain job?"

Song Da, who had been silent the whole time, could no longer bear it. He stood up, pointed at the man who had just spoken and angrily cursed: "You yourself have no guts, and you don't allow others to have guts! If the emperor had sent reinforcements in time, how could the Duke of Yun have been defeated?!"

The atmosphere in Kyoto is like a powder keg that can explode at any time.

The man was a little guilty at first, but after being accused by Song Da, he couldn't hold back and immediately retorted: "Before Duke Yun went to Yunzhou, we lived a good life. The Tartars just want some gold, silver and jewelry, so just give them."

Song Da sneered, "You are living a good life, but the people of Yunzhou are suffering! Don't think this matter has nothing to do with you. You may have forgotten that thirty years ago, the imperial court moved 30,000 people from Hezhong County to Yunzhou!"

Song Da sneered repeatedly: "Those 30,000 people in Hezhong never thought that they would become border residents! When all the people in Yunzhou are killed, the government will definitely move to the border! How do you know that you won't be one of them?"

The tea guest was speechless and tried to save his dignity: "What's the point of you saying so much? I also want the Duke of Yun to win, but can she?! The reality is that Yunzhou is doomed to fail! If we don't handle it well, the Tartars will march straight down!"

The tea guest's eyes were red. "You always like to talk about loyalty to the emperor and patriotism! The Duke of Yun fell in love, and she and 300,000 Yunzhou soldiers were buried in the grassland! The nobles in Kyoto have booked more than half of the transport ships! I am just an ordinary person. I want to live in peace. What's wrong with that?"

Song Da closed his eyes in despair: "When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact?"

"How do you know that I won't be the one who is left untouched? Besides, if a man doesn't work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth! There is only one Duke Yun in the world, there won't be another fool like him!"

The owner of Fuquan Tea House held Song Da's shoulders and shook his head at him: "If we don't share the same ideals, we can't make plans together. Why bother talking more?"

The teahouse fell into deathly silence due to the argument between Song Da and the tea guests.

Everyone has a scale in their hearts to judge right from wrong, but their standpoints are different, so their choices are different.

Da da da!

The sound of galloping horses rang out again on the streets of Kyoto.

This familiar rhythm carries the smoke of war in the north.

Everyone's heart was hanging in the air.

Today, a messenger from Yunzhou has come once! After many days, a messenger came twice in one day.

Could it be that Yunzhou was completely captured? !

Thinking of this, the tea drinkers could no longer hold back and ran out one after another.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on a man and a horse.

Judging from that person's figure, she must be a girl.

This time, there was a bright red flag behind her.

The red flags fluttered in the wind, echoing the golden sunshine.

The messenger was getting closer.

Everyone could see that her leather armor was covered in blood, and even the horse's fur was tangled from the blood.

Her face was black and red, making it difficult to see her features clearly, but her eyes were shining brightly, bursting with endless vitality and perseverance!

Everyone followed her all the way to the front of the palace.

The people didn't know why they put down what they were doing and followed her like they were possessed.

But when everyone came to their senses, the gate of the imperial palace was already surrounded by civil and military officials and the people of Kyoto.

Some people even lost their shoes, and some officials even buttoned their official robes crookedly, but they didn't care about that and kept their eyes on the messenger.

The messenger tightened the reins, the warhorse neighed, raised its front hooves, and then dropped them heavily.

A simple action made everyone feel the murderous aura, which was a unique temperament that had been honed on the battlefield!

The messenger looked around and turned his gaze towards the imperial palace, as if he wanted to see the officials high above through the heavy city gate.

The messenger raised the red flag and shouted with all his strength: "A great victory in Yunzhou! Shuozhou came to our aid, Yunzhou killed more than 7,000 enemies and beheaded Wanyan Wushu! Duke Yun successfully broke through the siege and divided his troops into the sixteen states of Youyun!"

"A great victory in Yunzhou! Shuozhou came to the rescue, Yunzhou beheaded Wanyan Wushu! Duke Yun successfully broke through the siege, and divided his troops into the sixteen states of Youyun!"