Xiong Jing naturally couldn't hear the crying of Ying Nan in the palace. He did not leave the palace directly, but went to the city. It was not surprising that the king appeared in the city. The wine shop behind the palace often went to drink in all dynasties.

Xiong Jing appeared in the market. All the merchants and common people in the market stood on their backs, waiting for the soldiers who were opening the way to shout "The king's order, but look at it." These people turned around and knelt down; when the soldiers shouted "The king has a destiny: Don't be the king, you can buy and trade." The people kneeling in the market slowly stood up far away, and those who were close, especially those in front of Xiong Jing were still kneeling, and Xiong Jing dared to get up only after walking. No matter whether they were kneeling, people were not interested in doing business, and they were all curious about what the king came to the market to do.

Xiong Jing has been to the big market in Yefuyi. It was a market that took a few steps. The big city of Yingdu is different. The entire city is nine miles in radius, and merchants are crowded with one another. People who enter the market to buy things are flocking to each other. They can't visit them all in a whole morning.

Of course, this is an ordinary person. When he walks there, he will make a move out of the way, and squeeze out those who want to kneel down. There is inevitably someone exclaiming in the crowd, and the baby held by the woman is even more crying. The crying sound is noisy, and Xiong Jing doesn't care. It is not until the crowd retreats like a tide, and a child who is unattended sits and crys loudly. He frowned.

The soldier was asking the crowd whose child was. Half of the common people in the front row were shocked and half were in a hunch, and they had no intention of listening to what the trainer said. Instead, Xiong Jing quickly stepped forward and hugged the child who was so dirty that he wanted to throw away immediately. The stranger hugged each other, and the child cried even harder, and his hands and feet were struggling. Xiong Jing was speechless. Only then did he realize that he had no turtle aura and could not even suppress a child.

"King, this is the son of the common people." Chang Jiang immediately advised him when he saw Xiong Jing picking up the child. It was a style that would be two thousand years later. It was not popular in this era. There is a difference between noble and humble person. How can a king hold a dirty and lowly child when he is noble?

"The son of the common people is also the son of my Chu people." The dirty child in his arms was about two or three years old. He cried endlessly since he picked it up. He couldn't say the complete words, but the syllables he emitted were Chu Yin.

"Don't cry or cry..." Xiong Jing had to coax her, remembering the candy piece in her pocket that was not worthy of her reward, so she reached out and took out a piece and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

In this era, there was no sugar in the past, only jujube. Although India's sugar cane was imported in large quantities, the palace did not buy it, and Xiong Jing still had malt sugar. Malt sugar was made of grain sprouts, and the old Ying produced more grain under the Qin Dynasty. However, due to the official system and frequent military use, the common people lived a miserable life than before, and some people could not eat enough, so how could they afford sugar?

The malt sugar was stuffed into the child's mouth, and the sweet smell became less. When Xiong Jing took the malt sugar away, his two dirty hands immediately chased him to grab the piece of candy, and forgot to cry for a while. Then he put the candy back into the child's mouth, and he ate it happily immediately. Some people ate it, but they didn't resist Xiong Jing, and they took the initiative to lean into Xiong Jing's arms, with tears hanging on their faces, but they smiled.

"This..." Xiong Jing shook his head repeatedly when he saw this. No wonder the trafficker succeeded. This little brat is better than being dissatisfied.

"Master, please hand this child over to the servant." Chang Jiang saw that the child had rubbed Xiong Jing's deep clothes and quickly wanted to take it.

"No need. It's good to practice." Xiong Jing smiled. He was going to hold his child in a few months.

"Which." Chang Jiang laughed when he heard this. He was old. If he could see the eldest son and go to see the former king, the former king would be very happy.

"Is this sour?" Finally, I walked to a fruit store. Xiong Jing wanted to buy the sour oranges from last year.

"Report, report..." The king suddenly stood in front of his shop. Xiao Jia, who was selling fruits, seemed to be sifting chaff and could not even speak. The commander who had been with him hurriedly stepped forward: "Tell the king that oranges are divided into north and south, and the oranges in Huainan are sweet..."

"You need to be sour." Oranges are a specialty of Chu State. The temperature in this era is higher than in later generations. Huai River is the dividing line. The oranges in Huaibei are not delicious, and those in Huainan are OK. Mi Xuan is pregnant and is sour. This is probably because the body needs folic acid in the instinct. If he can't buy folic acid, he can only come to the market to buy sour oranges.

"This is sour." Jia Ren realized this at this time. He took out a dustpan and took out a few shriveled oranges.

"Source. Good, great kind." Xiong Jing peeled a mouth, making him tremble all over. "How much?"

"Money, money..." Xiao Jia lowered his head and bowed, looked at Xiong Jing and looked at the city order. "Say the king, this is also a sum."

"Two cents." Xiong Jing was worried that he would say he was cheaper, so he directly added one more cent. Xiao Jia smiled. "Pretending, pretending to be gone."

I bought sour oranges, pine nuts, and finally bought a stone of olive oil. This huge shopping ended. I handed the child over to the city ruling, and Xiong Jing left the city and went to Xiaoyi.

The court was on duty, and the Yan Dynasty was on duty, and Beigong greeted him. He could only leave the city after three things were done. This time was usually around noon. If there was any delay, it might be delayed until dusk. Because it was the first day of the court, Mi Xuan thought that her husband would have to leave the city at the earliest afternoon, but he rushed to Xiaoyi before noon.

"I've seen the king." Mi Xuan bowed with a smile. When she bowed, Xiong Jing held her hand in her hand. When she wanted to hug her in her arms and kiss her in pain, the right Shi behind her coughed heavily, so he had to support her and sit down.

The lust rippled in the hearts of the two of them. Xiong Jing, who was a little uncontrollable, took out a few slices of sour oranges and ate them first. He was so sore that his whole body trembled before he calmed down. Only then did he realize that the most difficult thing to control was not to resist the bunch of colorful women in the palace, but to have a lover right in front of him but could not kiss and hug her.

"I went to the market and found this kind of sour orange, you can try it." Xiong Jing, who was restrained, calmly spoke and handed the orange to Mi Xuan. Looking at Mi Xuan's entrance and watching her gradually smile, he also laughed.

"Thank you, King." Mi Xuan's smile soon stopped. The man went to the market in person for him. She was not only grateful but also worried. "The market was messy and the king went to the market in person, which was inappropriate."

"It's okay." Xiong Jing was not worried about assassination. Going to the market was a sudden act, but there was danger in coming to Xiaoyi every day, which was equivalent to telling the assassin that he would definitely appear on this road. "Do you still vomit today?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, Xuan'er has already..." Mi Xuan was about to say that she stopped vomiting, but she didn't expect that her stomach would rush, so she hurriedly ran out. Xiuzhu and others chased her, and Xiong Jing heard the sound of vomiting for a while.

Xiong Jing may have some solutions in other matters, but the woman’s bad boy Xiong Jing has no way to do it at all. When Mi Xuan comes back, he grabbed her hand and said, “Today, I see Chao Fengli, you have reported to you that you are pregnant. This matter will soon be known to everyone in the world.”

"Thank you," Mi Xuan felt warm. He was reporting to her pregnancy at the court. Although Xiong Jing did not confirm for the time being, it was equivalent to admitting her identity in disguise, but her reputation was indecisive. "Xuan'er was worried about the ministers in the court..."

"Don't worry." Xiong Jing comforted. "Some ministers in the court hoped that the king's power would be weak, and some hoped that the king's power would be revitalized. Those Confucians wanted to use the power of Chu to restore the Zhou Dynasty, and each had their own plans. What you have to do is to raise your body and give birth to the eldest son of the king."

Xiong Jing couldn't help but talk about what Zhao Fei didn't say, and it was inevitable that Wang Ting had always been the focus of power struggle. Back then, his battle for the establishment of the crown prince, his battle for the throne before he ascended the throne, his power struggle between Wang Ting and the Zheng Dynasty, and last year's queen struggle, these are all continuations of the power struggle.

Xiong Jing fully believed that the focus of the next battle would be on his son, because his routes related to Chu State - the different routes have caused obvious differences in the distribution of power. If the Ao system continues, the three Qu Jingzhao clans and the new princes who have not yet obtained fiefs will become increasingly unwilling and resentful. Under this route, their power will become smaller and smaller, and their situation will become increasingly urgent, because power has been lost from the royal court to the hands of her husband clan and the honorary scholars.

If the royal system is implemented and county-level county-level county-level county-level county-level county-level county-level county-level county-level county-level county-level county-level princess and the honorary scholars of the Fenglu will begin to be unlucky. The money and grain of the soldiers under their rule were continuously taken away by Wang Ting. It seems that Wang Ting benefited. In fact, in order to support officials from the family and the servants of these officials, Wang Ting only made a fortune in Wang Ting. As before, it eventually fell into the hands of the Ling Yin Chunshenjun, so that his disciples could wear pearls that even the nobles of Zhao could not afford.

In this sense, the three Qu Jingzhao clans were a natural alliance of the Lu people. It was not impossible for the people of Lu people to hope that the Chu State could rebuild Zongzhou like the Zhou people. However, the Zongzhou in their eyes was no longer Confucius' etiquette-based Zongzhou, but Mencius' people-based Zongzhou. In other words, it was the new policy that Wang Mang had done in theory that was extremely perfect and in fact soon went bankrupt, which was the world of great harmony in their hearts.

The officials needed in such a Datong world are no less than the war machine of Qin. The two are originally isomorphic to some extent. The difference is that the purpose of the Datong world is the welfare of the people, and the purpose of the Qin war machine is only war.

Xiong Jing did not believe in the world of Datong. Even if the Chu State ruled the world in the future, he would not build a world of Datong that Kong Qian hoped. He firmly believed in survival of the fittest, and only the soldiers of the army could enjoy the benefits.

"Call for victory." Xiong Jing suddenly said when he thought of this.

"What is the king?" Mi Xuan pulled up the black hair in his ear and looked at the man incredibly.

"The most fundamental law in the world is survival of the fittest. He is called victory after he is born." Xiong Jing touched the woman's belly, and there was nothing flat there.

"Xuan'er remember." Mi Xuan nodded with a smile. She was snickering. The man was so anxious.
Chapter completed!