What's wrong with the binding eunuch system?

Mu Yuanyong and his party left the inn and walked for another half a month. In the past half month, he ate and slept with Yan Luo and others, and he even showed off his unique skill of barbecue.

The soldiers with Yan Luo laughed at him: "Brother Yuan doesn't seem like he knows this."

Mu Yuanyong was able to get along with these people very well. He didn't have any pretensions. He raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Do you think that I have a lot of good clothes and good food since I was a child?"

The soldier said: "With your status, when you have such a day, you are no better than us."

"Some of them live happily, but some don't live happily. Those who are not happy are not as happy as you." Mu Yuanyong smiled casually, and said a few words: "Winter is for your clothes and for you to eat." , the clothes are thin, and the inside is black cotton, not to mention keeping warm, wearing them is the same as not wearing them, and even a little bit of food is cold on your hands. Those people... There are ways to train you .”

The soldier was taken aback.

Mu Yuanyong saw him: "What's the matter, I'm scared."

The soldier shook his head: "Actually... it's because the empress is kind, Dayong's soldiers are living well..." He didn't say any more.

Mu Yuanyong patted him on the shoulder: "It will get better."

The soldier hummed hard, took a bite of the barbecue, and gave him a thumbs-up: "Brother Yuan's craftsmanship is really..."

"Eat slowly." Mu Yuanyong smiled and shook his head, seeing Kong Ji who was far away glanced at him, and hurried over: "What's the matter?"

Kong Ji said: "We are going to enter the county."

Mu Yuanyong responded, and stretched out the skewer in his hand: "Try it."

Kong Ji glanced at it, took it, and took a bite under Mu Yuanyong's expectant gaze.

"Is it delicious?"

Kong Ji nodded.

Mu Yuanyong bent his eyes and smiled: "Then I will cook it for you from now on."

Kong Ji shook his head. He seriously finished eating the skewers that Mu Yuanyong handed him, then looked at his confused face and said, "Brother Yuan, it's not this meat that you should be famous for, but this world."

Mu Yuanyong: "..."

He suddenly felt a little heavy on his shoulders, it was nothing but Kong Ji looking at him with a little expectation, a little worship, and something else.

He finally nodded, and still said: "I know, but I will still give you barbecue in the future."

Then, he emphasized: "Only for you."

Kong Ji, you are so smart, you should understand my heart when you hear my meaningful words.

Kong Ji: "..."

His ears were slightly red, and he hummed lightly, but still said seriously: "I will keep an eye on you."

Mu Yuanyong: "..."

He sighed faintly.

The atmosphere was gone, and I always felt that I could already see the future—day and night, correcting memorials, and finally died of overwork.

Why is Kong Ji's style of painting different from others? If Mu Yuanyong was 311, he would say that this is simply a person who holds a demon concubine and works as a loyal minister.

But Mu Yuanyong didn't say so much nonsense in 311, he just briefly thought about his miserable future, and was a little speechless.

These little episodes are quickly broken by the disputes encountered when entering the city.

Generally speaking, Xiangcha will do all these negotiations. When she is in a good mood, she is very good at talking, talking to people and talking to ghosts, but if she is in a bad mood...

That was nothing short of a disaster.

Originally, he went into the city without incident, but Xiangcha almost got into a fight with the gatekeeper.

Mu Yuanyong led Kong Ji forward, and the soldiers behind them blocked the city gate calmly.

Xiangcha: "You might as well go grab it! If you enter the city, I will give you ten taels of silver!"

The doorman was also arrogant: "Then you don't come in, this is the prefect's order."

"Which stipulation in Dayong's law allows the magistrate to set such a high entry fee?"

"You untouchables, how dare you be so disrespectful to the magistrate!"

Xiangcha snorted coldly and took a step back.

Mu Yuanyong immediately knew what she was going to do.

He winked at Yan Luo.

Sure enough, the doorman who was still arrogant just now was beaten to the ground by Xiangcha.

"You can't rebel!"

With a wave of Yan Luo's hand, the soldiers around him quickly started to fuck.

Mu Yuanyong: "Tie up everyone here."

Several doormen guarding the gate yelled loudly. Some people saw that the situation was not good and wanted to run away and called for others, but they were not tied up quickly.

Xiangcha looked back, with shock written on her face.

Mu Yuanyong snorted and kicked the doorman in the face: "I haven't bullied people for a long time, but I'm not used to it."

The people in the city just dodged their eyes and pretended not to see him.

Mu Yuanyong raised his voice and asked, "Yan Luo, how far are we from the capital?"

"a long distance away."

"Thousands of miles away..." Mu Yuanyong clicked his tongue: "If someone does not obey the law or respect the law, do I have the right to take his job and take his life?"

Yan Luo: "You're joking."

Xiangcha felt a little resentful: "Brother Yuan..."

Mu Yuanyong waved his hand: "Where's your arrogance at the front? Keep beating."

"But it's hard to hide people's eyes and ears..."

"Didn't you say that you followed me because you wanted me to let go and make a mess?" Mu Yuanyong sneered.

Kong Ji had already stepped forward to force someone to ask: "Where is the magistrate?"

Mu Yuanyong walked over casually: "Yan Luo, you have the confidence to take this county."

Yan Luo: "It's easy."

"Fragrant tea." Mu Yuanyong looked at her: "In an hour, I want to see the magistrate himself."

Xiangcha was stunned for a moment: "Yes."

"Kong Ji." Mu Yuanyong turned his head and smiled at him.

Kong Ji stepped forward, but he heard him say: "Fengfan has been sleeping in the open for half a month, and I haven't eaten a bowl of authentic Yangchun noodles, so you can go and taste it with me."

"Can……"

Mu Yuanyong just looked at him and smiled.

He eventually relented.

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He followed Mu Yuanyong on the empty streets.

Wherever he passed, and the houses he passed, all the doors were closed, and if he encountered a few passers-by, they would all hurry and look sad.

Finally, they came to a vendor's place. An old man who was nearly a hundred years old stood in front of a stall that no one visited, and cooked two bowls of Yangchun noodles for them tremblingly.

Mu Yuanyong saw him shaking the bowl onto the table tremblingly, half of the soup was spilled.

Mu Yuanyong: "...old man."

The old man was getting old, and his ears were a little deaf: "What?"

"How long have you been in this business?!" Mu Yuanyong raised his voice.

"It's been many years." The old man handed over the chopsticks again with shaking hands: "Guest officer, try it, the most authentic craftsmanship, passed down from my grandfather's generation..."

Mu Yuanyong took it over: "Is the business easy to do?"

The old man said: "It's easy to do, my business is going well!"

Mu Yuanyong glanced at the place where there was no guest official except him and Kong Ji, and said with a light smile, "Old man, you can't tell lies." He propped up his chopsticks and took a bite.

The old man rubbed his hands aside: "How does it taste?"

Mu Yuanyong gave a thumbs up: "Authentic! Fragrant!"

Hearing this sentence, the old man's wrinkled face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile: "The guest officer really knows how to eat."

Mu Yuanyong urged Kong Ji: "Try it quickly."

He still remembered 311: "Do you want to bring him another copy?"

Kong Ji shook his head. The noodle soup was bland and tasteless, obviously not tasty at all.

But he didn't say much.

Mu Yuanyong drank half a bowl in one go, and while he was eating noodles, a group of men came towards him with a clear goal, armed with the yamen servant's swords and guns.

The old man was still looking at Mu Yuanyong, with a kind smile on his face: "Guest officer, eat slowly, there are more."

Halfway through the journey, the group was suddenly cut in half by another group of people, and the sound of knives and guns was endless.

The old man finally felt something was wrong, with a confused look on his face: "Guest officer, can you hear the noise?"

Mu Yuanyong looked at the old man's cloudy eyes and knew that he was blind.

He shook his head and said with a smile: "...someone is doing acrobatics!"

The old man asked, "But is Guan Gong playing big swords?"

Mu Yuanyong thought about what it was all about.

"When I was young, before I was blind, I saw that acrobat playing with that knife. It was as if he was playing with it. I don't know how beautiful it is. He said his trick was called Guan Gong's big knife."

Mu Yuanyong hummed.

The old man leaned forward: "Is the guest officer full?"

He heard someone yelling again.

Mu Yuanyong: "Old man, serve another bowl."

Kong Ji looked at the half bowl of noodles left in his bowl: "..."

The old man immediately laughed again: "Okay...I'll pick up the bowl for you first."

Mu Yuanyong stretched out his hand to stop him: "No need, the old man is going to fill up another bowl of noodles, and we will tidy up together when the time comes."

"That's good." The old man turned his head and heard that the voice was not right: "Guest officer, did the acrobats hurt people?"

"No." Mu Yuanyong smiled and watched Yan Luo kill or capture these yamen servants, and listened to their screams: "The acrobat has met his colleagues."

"Coming together?"

"That's right, it's all about Guan Gong playing big swords, one is a little bit more powerful, the other is a little tricky, and if he doesn't agree with the trick, he yells."

Kong Ji: "..."

The old man sighed: "They are all in business, so why bother to be so aggressive, just let it go, and we can have a good relationship in the future."

He wanted to talk about the past again: "A few years ago, there was a Yangchun noodle seller next to me. That guy, his business is very good, and he is bustling all day long."

"and after?"

"Then it suddenly disappeared." The old man was a little lonely: "I was the only one who was lonely, but everyone thought I was blind, and no one told me what was going on."

"Although I am blind, I am blind, but I am not blind." The old man said slowly, "In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer voices in the city, and the bustle of the past has never been heard again."

"Something must have happened."

"What's the matter? The world is peaceful." Mu Yuanyong said, "Listen, isn't it lively now?"

The smile on the old man's face disappeared: "Guest officer, don't lie to me again, how can there be such a commotion, what happened, and you are not an ordinary person, right?"

Mu Yuanyong: "..."

He stood up suddenly: "How could I lie to you, it's really an acrobatic."

"Look at the acrobat, everyone wants to applaud him after he's finished!"

As soon as Yan Luo came here, he saw Mu Yuanyong winking at him.

"Applause."

Yama:"……"

He clapped his hands coldly.

A bloody storm ended with prolonged applause.