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Chapter 1282

Just as the two scholars passed by, the two vendors next to them started talking again.

"Have you heard? I'm already calling!"

"Call me if you call me. We ordinary people have nothing to do with us. It's better to do business!"

"Aren't you afraid that the rebel army will come and slaughter the city?"

"You think my mind is full of mud, the rebel army has already spread the word, saying that there will be no crime in the fall of the capital city, and no grass will be hurt."

"I don't need to be buried with the Great Yuan court. I just want the people to be safe and secure. I do my business. As for whoever becomes the emperor will do my shit."

"You're right." The man folded his hands in his sleeves, and the weather was quite cold at this time.

He sighed and said: "It's so cold, and we still have to fight, I don't know what these soldiers Qiu Ba think."

"That's right, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, can't we just let us finish the New Year peacefully, so that there are a lot fewer people shopping now than before."

"People who buy things? Huh, Ergou, those who stay in the capital city now either want to be called that. What kind of lucky ministers, or are loyal to the Great Yuan court and want to be loyal ministers and martyrs! They have long wanted to run away Ready to run!"

"What do you think they think? I don't understand. The things that can be sold at a high price nowadays are things that can be used in everyday life like us, and the shopkeepers who sell rare treasures have already packed up and left. "

"Do they dare to leave? They are afraid that the rebel army will invade the capital city and confiscate their property."

"The rebel army did these things in the south of the Yangtze River. These old men have already run away in despair, and now they are trying to get close to that King Wu! Even if they can't make meritorious service, they can still help out! "

"You still know a lot." The two teased each other, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min drifted away and left the street.

But along the way, most of them heard such news, which made Zhao Min's heart sink again.

When Zhang Wuji came to Dadu in the past, he would hug each other and have countless subordinates, but now he is walking alone. To be honest, he is still not used to it.

But this time when he came to the metropolis, he was on a mission. He looked at Zhao Min and said, "Where shall we go first?"

Zhao Min glanced at Zhang Wuji and said, "The brothel!"

If it is to inquire about news, the easiest place to inquire about news is undoubtedly Goulan Washe.

And the brothel is the best among them. The news is everywhere here, and the three religions and nine streams walk through it, so it is the easiest to inquire about the news.

Zhang Wuji was slightly taken aback, since he was a child, he really hadn't been to brothels very much, and Zhao Min said that, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then said: "Brothhouses?"

"This, this." Zhang Wuji spoke for a long time without uttering a complete sentence.

Zhao Min knew what he was worried about, and said immediately, "I'll go with you."

"You go with me!" Zhang Wuji raised his voice by one degree.

The corners of Zhao Min's mouth curled up slightly, and he puffed out his chest, "Is it okay for me to disguise myself as a man?"

Zhang Wuji was very helpless, it was so exciting to take his wife to the brothel together.

The lights are brilliant at night, and the night in the metropolis is not affected by the war on the front line at all, and it is still singing and dancing, especially the brightly lit places in the brothel and Chu Pavilion, where there are noisy and wanton laughter.

The sound of the zither and the singing came to the ears one after another, and Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji, who were dressed in princely attire, stood in front of a plaque.

Zhao Min looked at the words Ningyulou on the plaque and hesitated for a long time.

"Minmin, are we really going in?"

Zhao Min smiled, "What? Hierarch Zhang, are you scared?"

Zhang Wuji frowned slightly, he was indeed a little scared, how could he bring his wife to visit the brothel, if he behaved badly, he would have to suffer later.

Zhao Min's jealousy is very strong, starting from what happened when he met Zhu'er, Xiao Zhao, and Zhou Zhiruo, how can Zhang Wuji not understand that he can only belong to this one woman in this life.

He couldn't even think about the others, Zhao Min's strength was also the most powerful among the many women he met.

At this time, an old man wearing a brocade hat, bowing slightly at forty-five degrees and smiling all over his face said to Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min: "You two guests, I don't know which oiran's benefactors, May require a small pass."

Zhao Min waved his hand, opened the fan with a snap, and said, "Lead the way ahead!" As he spoke, he flicked his left thumb slightly, and a small piece of silver fell into the hand of this smiling old man.

The old man took the money and smiled again, but the smile was brighter than before.

"Girls, we have a guest!" This shout startled Zhang Wuji who was next to him.

Seeing that even Master Zhang was stunned, Zhao Min covered his mouth with a fan and smiled lightly, turned his head slightly to look at Zhang Wuji and said: "It seems that you have never been to these brothels and Chu houses, so please forgive me this time." I passed you."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, mother, he came to this place to stand the test, where is it to enjoy lyrics and songs with these Yingying Yanyan, it is purely to make himself feel uncomfortable.

In the middle of Shu, the Golden Summit of Mount Emei.

Song Qingshu slightly embraced Zhou Zhiruo, watching the sun rise inch by inch on the golden summit of Mount Emei.

Zhou Zhiruo turned her head to look at Song Qingshu and asked, "Is it true that we in Emei don't have some masters to help Ying Wugou?"

Song Qingshu shook his head, "The biggest help we can give to this King Wu is to help him defend the land in the middle of Shu and Hanzhong."

"This Ying Wugou still doesn't like our Emei Sect's strength. The reason why he invites the gangs from all over the world to join in the charitable cause is because he is afraid that these scum in the martial arts will obstruct him and even assassinate his generals and officers."

"Since that's the case, let's help him well on our territory, but we don't have to go all the way to Wu'an City."

"We are not familiar with the place there, and we don't know much about the news. We seem to be tied up there. Why don't we help him in this place in the middle of Sichuan."

Zhou Zhiruo touched her slightly swollen stomach, and said, "It seems that you have already made a plan, tell me, how are you going to help him?"

Song Qingshu stood up and took two steps slightly, and said: "The most advantageous thing in Sichuan is the abundance of food and grass. The food and grass have been requisitioned by the King of Wu. What we need to do is to gather these rich merchants and big families together and persuade them to pay more money. Donate food and salaries to help the rebels, and at the same time prevent the spies from making trouble and messing up King Wu's rear."

"In my opinion, this war will definitely not end soon, and it may be protracted. Therefore, according to King Wu's idea, if you want to fight, you must fight well, and everyone who fights will get rich."

"Everyone gets rich!" Zhou Zhiruo stood up abruptly, and Song Qingshu, like a startled rabbit, quickly helped Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo gave Song Qingshu a slight look, and Song Qingshu carefully helped Zhou Zhiruo to sit down on the seat, and complained, "Oh, you have a body, don't be surprised."

After Zhou Zhiruo sat down firmly, restraining her curiosity, she said slowly, "You said you can get rich by fighting? How do you say that?"

Song Qingshu also sat down, afraid that this Zhou Zhiruo would stand up again, you know, their old Song family is now his only descendant.

His father, Song Yuanqiao, was the only son like him. Even if his father drove him out of the gate, if one day, Zhou Zhiruo gave birth to a son and carried him back to Wudang Mountain, even if Song Qingshu's face was black, Song Yuanqiao would He had to be sent to Wudang Mountain.

What's more, his master is still there, so Zhang Zhenren doesn't know how tall he will be.Based on this alone, Zhou Zhiruo has made great contributions to his Song family.

For Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo is not only a simple lover, but also the biggest reliance for him to reconcile with his father.

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