The intermittent sound of Zhuyin came from an unknown corner in the west of Yingdu, accompanied by the sound of Zhuyin's gentle singing, like crying, the noisy market suddenly became silent, but it is a pity that the woman who sang about Zhuyin was too delicate, and after only singing a short paragraph, the voice stopped, and then listened, there was a faint cough.

Hearing the coughing sound, Fei Jing hurriedly walked a few steps faster, and before he entered the courtyard, he was stopped by several people.

"The old slave has seen Jing Gongzi." Two stout market men, hugging a female bustard wearing a southern crown and decorated with comical decorations, the old bustard is smiling and not smiling, his movements are extremely respectful, but his eyes are squinting at the scene.

"Again, why?" Fu Jing's face was cold, and his hand naturally moved towards the sword stem, but he didn't grasp anything.

"The old slave came here for the ransom money of the girl of the moon." The old bustard smiled, his small eyes narrowed into a slit. "Last time, the son only paid half of it, and he still owes my master twenty gold. Jing Gongzi, my master also asked for forty gold for the sake of Miss Qianyue's past friendship, and if you really want to redeem yourself, forty gold is not enough for Miss Qiyue......"

Fei Jing snorted coldly. Forty gold is naturally not enough to redeem the most popular person in the female market, but lung disease is an incurable disease, and it won't take much time to redeem it. He threw out a piece of gold cake: "The gentleman has no words, but he can't speak with his tongue." How can this son be less of your gold! It's ten gold, get out! ”

"Gongzi Xie Jing." If you have money, everything is negotiable, the old bustard took the golden cake with both hands and smiled even more, and after making sure that it was pure gold, he said: "Forgive the old slave for being rude, dare to ask when the remaining ten golden Jing Gongzi can give it to the old slave?" ”

"I won't miss you then, why don't you get out?" Fu Jing frowned slightly, this ten gold was exchanged for his ancestral sword, and the remaining ten gold really didn't know where to go.

"Jing Gongzi, the old slave heard... Hey...... The old slave heard that the city defense of Yingdu was taken over by the left army today, and all the original officials were replaced, but Jing Gongzi was not... Hey...... Isn't it being replaced? The old slave's eyes rolled, he didn't come to collect debts for no reason.

"What if you change it? Don't forget, my son's surname is a concubine. Why don't you get out of here?! "Fei Jing is already angry.

A concubine made the old bustard's smile stiffen, the concubine's surname was the Duke of Chu, no matter how well-informed he was, he didn't know the internal affairs of the clan, so he hurriedly said: "Yes." Be. The old slave retired, retired. ”

With the ten gold in his arms, the old bustard walked away with the two men, and Fei Jing did not immediately enter the courtyard, but went around the market before entering. The dwellings are no more than the palace rooms, only the hall and the room, and there is no room and no atrium. To put it simply, there are four rooms built side by side, the middle two rooms are the hall, and the two sides are the rooms, and the doors are not open outside, but only in the hall. Two halls and two rooms are considered to be middle-class families, and they still need to take off repeatedly to enter the hall, and only wear full clothes to enter.

Hearing the footsteps of Fei Jing, a girl in a curly skirt came out of the west side room. Although she was dressed plainly, as soon as she came out, the somewhat dim inner hall suddenly became very bright, and this was the famous women's market.

"Childe ......" with some coughs, Yunyue's smile is like a flower, but her eyebrows are pitiful. Childe came back earlier than yesterday. ”

"The king entered the city last night, so naturally it will be earlier." Fei Jing held Qian Yue's somewhat cold hand, carefully helped her sit down, and said with a smile: "It will be earlier in the future." Yue'er, have you ever drunk medicine? ”

"Drink." Qian Yue naturally leaned on Fei Jing's arms, which was the warmest place in the world.

"Yu Gongzi, the master drinks medicine every day, but he still coughs fiercely at night." To the east is the kitchen, and when I heard that the concubine was back, the girl who served hurriedly came out to see the ceremony.

"Really?" Fei Jing looked at the moon in his arms, the anxiety in his eyes flashed, and he forced a smile: "After work in the morning, I heard that the hibiscus flowers under the Purple Mountain are all in bloom, and it will not be hot when the car is suspended, shall we go to enjoy the flowers?" ”

At the foot of the Purple Mountain, on the bank of the Huai River, there are several river lotus flowers, and every household will go to enjoy the flowers when they bloom in summer. The young moon in her arms hadn't agreed yet, and the girl on one side laughed, this residence is shabby and the life is hard, which can compare to the extravagant days of the women's market earlier. "The slave and maid thanked the son on behalf of the master."

"Yes. Yue'er went with her son. Qian Yue also smiled, she was in the market every day, and she hadn't gone out for a long time.

Seeing that the master and servant were all happy, Concubine Jing was bitter in her heart. A man who has been crowned, lost his errand again in the morning, and the valuable things around him are sold and sold, and he does not even have the ancestral sword left, and he really doesn't know how to settle in the future.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help complaining that he was not tactful enough: since people entered the city by the king's orders, why did he have to check the warrants? Well, now that the first one to start the revolution is yourself.

complained to himself, and hated the assassin who assassinated the crown prince last night, as well as those high-ranking nobles. If it hadn't been for the assassination last night, the left army of the king would not have entered the city, and if the left army of the king had not entered the city, he would not have lost his job.

Not right either. Suddenly, Fu Jing thought of a key: less than an hour after the assassination, Wang Zuzuo's army drove to the city, and also brought the ladder and the chariot to attack the city. The military camp is more than ten miles away from Yingdu, how can it be so fast? The order for the king's left army to enter the city must have been given earlier, could it be that the king had already known that there were assassins? But why did the Assassins want the king's pawn to be dispatched?

In the market west of the city, the beautiful woman who has just lost her job has fallen into a myth; In front of the tomb of Jingyang in the north of the Purple Mountain, the general Jinghua could not kneel, in addition to him, there was still a young man to worship with him, and the sadness on his face was even greater than that of Jinghua.

"Brother Negative, please go back. If you are bumped into by outsiders, you may have rumors. Thinking of the murderous morning four years ago, the comrades went with Zhongfu one after another, Jinghua also wanted to die at that time, but Zhong's father ordered him not to die. Four years later, he was ordered by the king to return to Yingdu from Dongting County, and he was in a sad place, and his heart was like a knife.

"Brother Zihua still can't see through it?" The man's name is Negative Tsu, the concubine of the King of Chu. "If you want to protect the Great Chu Society, you must change the law like the Qin State. Not to mention that Brother Zihua and Huang Xie have no common hatred, just for the 800 years of my Great Chu, we should also sweep away Huang Xie's party and get rid of the cronies and bad governance. Brother Jin has the power of the army, if he can ......"

"Needless to say!" Jing Hua waved his hand hurriedly, as if he wanted to fan the negative words into the wind, but unfortunately, he heard every word clearly.

"Why not?" He bowed to Jingyang with the dignity of a prince, in order to persuade Jinghua to seize power. "For hundreds of years, how can you be the king of the Jing family? What is the state of Chu? The middle father did not die in the field, but outside the city of Yingdu, he hanged himself in white silk, how sad! The sorrow of the middle father is the sorrow of my Chu country. The father and the king were ill, and the king's life was not long in coming, and he was a boy with hanging hair, and the government of Chu was in the hands of Huang Xie in the future. Zihua has given the post of Cheng Yin, why don't you help me to change the law and rejuvenate the Chu State, so as to complete the 800-year society? ”