Xiao Huang, the capital of Bozhou Prefecture, was approaching noon, and pedestrians came and went in a hurry on the streets. Because the new group of officials and soldiers had good military disciplines, Xiao Huang residents had calmed down after experiencing the initial panic and dared to take to the streets, pass by soldiers who were patrolling the city and keeping watch.

This official army defeated the "old official army" in Ningping City seven or eight days ago. The situation on the front line eased, the tension in Xiaohuang City eased, many residents began to come out to make a living, and the normal living order in the city began to gradually recover.

The situation is difficult, but life still has to go on. Since the government troops who controlled Xiao Huang did not commit atrocities, people's trust in him has increased slightly.

The popularity of the city gradually recovered, and various types of residences and restaurants opened one after another. There were more residents around the city selling fruits, vegetables, millet, wheat and firewood. The brave businessmen began to enter the city, and their lives seemed to be getting better.

However, for Lao Xu, a wine seller who sells wine on the street, the good days ended at the beginning.

The ancestral winemaking skills have been passed down to him for many generations. The ancestral winemaking music "Divine Song" has also been passed down for many generations. Now, some people are forced to buy it.

Previously, the state city had changed its official army, and Lao Xu was as scared as others. Later, he heard that the new official army had good military discipline and the family was almost out of food. It happened that the other party wanted several jars of wine brewed for others, so Lao Xu brought the wine into the city to sell it in a car to make some money to buy millet.

At first, several officials came to buy wine, and paid the money and the other hand. The successful transaction made Lao Xu quite happy. As a result, a young man came to buy wine. After drinking a spoon, he not only put all the remaining wine in it, but also bought his "divine song" and skills in making wine.

The young man is in his twenties, dressed in ordinary clothes but had extraordinary temperament. When he spoke, he had an accent from other places, followed by more than twenty followers, each carrying weapons, and it was obvious that he was not easy to meet.

Lao Xu was unwilling to buy the ancestral "divine song" and winemaking skills, but he was entangled by the other party and could not get out of it, so he could only complain in his heart.

"Forty hu of millet, will this wine koji and winemaking skills be sold?"

"Langjun! This is a wine song made by some ancestral craftsmanship, where can I sell it?"

"Fifty Hu."

"No, this really can't be sold..."

"Sixty Chutou."

Lao Xu felt dry mouth when he heard this number. Sixty hu of millet was enough for his family of three to eat for a year. It was definitely worth it, but...

This is the ancestral divine song and winemaking skills! If you sell it to outsiders, your ancestors will blame you!

"In this way, seventy hu, anyway... the crows won't fall in your house. What about me, I bought the Divine Song and went back to my hometown to make wine. It won't ruin your business. Is this a good deal?"

Lao Xu was so anxious that he sweated like a slurry. The price he offered was really worth it, but on the one hand he was worried that the other party would not keep his word, and on the other hand he was worried that he would not be sorry for his ancestors. It was the time when the heavens and man were fighting, and the other party spoke again.

"Isn't it appropriate to have seventy hu? Then sixty hu."

The bid suddenly fell, which surprised Lao Xu: "Ah? This..."

"The price is not appropriate? Fifty hu."

"No, no, no! Langjun! How can this be... Can this be reduced in price?"

Lao Xu was so anxious that he was about to cry. The other party's ability to bargained prices made him in a mess. Seventy hu of water turned into fifty hu. Such a big gap made him stunned and regretful.

"Fifty hu is not suitable? Then..."

"No, no, no! Your husband! Is it good to have seventy hu?"

"Seventy hu? No, it will be over, sixty hu."

"Mr. My ancestral craft is my ancestral craft..."

"Um?"

"Okay, OK! Just sixty hu..."

"After a deal, I will send someone to send 60 hu of millet to your house. Remember, the divine songs should be divided into part, the weight should be sufficient, and the winemaking process should be made. I will send someone to learn it."

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Lao Xu, who was in pain and happiness, finally settled down with the usual "deposit" given by the other party and took the other party's designated people out of the city.

After just a few steps, several officials came towards him. There were several instinctive men behind him. They looked very fierce. Lao Xu didn't dare to look at him anymore and walked past these people with his head down.

Lu Wuji, who returned from military affairs, came to the King of Xiyang, saluted and waited for the other party to inquire.

Yuwen Wen, who successfully made the Baccarat song "Forced to buy" the Baccarat Song, looked at the other party and asked, "Lu Wuji?"

"The villain is here!"

"How many of your companions have you folded this time?"

This question was beyond Lu Wuji's expectations, which moved him a little. Then he replied: "Back to the king, the villain and his companions are all back safely!"

"Very good, so what news has you found?"

After looking around, seeing that there were many people, Lu Wuji was a little hesitant. Seeing Yuwen Wen signaling to continue, he replied in a low voice: "Go back to the king, the traitor is dead!"

This news surprised Yuwen Wen. Seven days after the Battle of Ningping's Ancient City to today, his army had just been renovated. If what the other party said was true, then there would be undercurrents in Yecheng at this time.

"Lu Wuji, do you know, what are the consequences if this news is wrong?"

"Please rest assured, this news will definitely not be wrong!"

"Okay, come with me."

......

In the afternoon, the Shu Palace was under high alert outside the palace. Crying sounds faintly came from the palace. The coffin that filled the body of Shu King Yuchi Dun was half open and placed in the main hall. The Shu Concubine Wang rushed to the coffin, hugged his son's already smelly body, touched his son's discolored face, and cried loudly.

Everything was fine until the day before yesterday when she secretly reported that the King of Shu died in Bozhou and his body was secretly sent back to Yecheng by his subordinates. After hearing the news, she fainted on the ground and woke up and cried all night.

In just two years, Wang lost his husband and son one after another. Because of the fact that the King of Shu had not finished his filial piety, his son left him again. At this time, Wang felt sad from his heart and cried so hard that he almost fainted again.

Also crying heart-wrenchingly, the Princess Cui of Shu was also the one who was crying heartbroken. She couldn't believe that something happened to her husband, who was in his prime, would actually leave her and her son and leave. She was already crying the day before yesterday, and now she was so angry that she was almost breathless.

Yuchi Youqi, who looked silent, looked at his brother lying in the coffin and felt extremely sad. He endured the grief and helped his mother to sit aside. Wang broke free and threw himself on the coffin and started crying as he looked at his son's face.

The crying sounded the sky, causing the civil and military officials waiting outside the hall to feel sad. They were all confidants of Shu King Yuchi Dun. They tried their best to transport the body of Shu King back to Yecheng, and at the same time, they strictly kept it confidential.

The coffin of the King of Shu only arrived in Yecheng today. It was strictly confidential in advance and no news was leaked. Now that he entered the palace, the news will definitely spread. Therefore, the most urgent task is to determine something.

Cui Zishu, the chief clerk Fang Gongyi, exchanged glances with each other and led the others in, and decided to settle the matter quickly.

The King of Shu is the giant pillar of the imperial court. Now that it has collapsed, another pillar must be erected quickly, otherwise the war ahead will be in a critical state and people in the rear will be panic. Ye City will inevitably be undercurrents and major events will happen.
Chapter completed!