The Kun also replied with silence.

"Okay...... " E Yufang nodded, his tone threatening, "Do you know what the consequences are?"

"My son is willing to degrade himself to a concubine, and he will not enter Echeng again in this life." He didn't hesitate for a moment.

"Okay, then you can go back to the house first, and wait for the disposal!" Eyufang seemed very tired.

"No!"

He didn't know how he got out of the palace and came to this lively market. The surrounding area was still filled with the aroma of orchid paste and the slightly bitter smell of madder, accompanied by the shouts of the vendors...... However, it fell on his ears, like an illusion, but it was so unreal.

Everything that just happened was like a nightmare, but it was so real. His mother's death weighed on his heart like a boulder for many years, and countless questions lingered in his heart, but he could not solve them. Today, everything that should be said has been said, everything that should be asked has been asked, and the rest, let him go! Perhaps, I shouldn't have returned to Echeng for the rest of my life after the catastrophe of Tonglu Mountain, here...... It doesn't belong to him for a long time.

"Childe, take a look at my orchid ointment! The best goods, go back to the lady, keep her happy." From time to time, hawkers were peddling their wares, and he was awakened from his chaotic thoughts, looking around with frightened eyes.

A weak young man passed by, exclaiming, "I bought Orchid Madder, hahaha...... One plant only costs 10 gold! I've made a fortune......

Suddenly, it was like a drop of water falling into the boiling oil, and the whole market went crazy. Countless people surrounded the young man and asked, "Where did you buy it?"

Everyone's eyes flashed with a greedy desire for money and wealth, and everyone fell into a dream and didn't know it...... E Kun is helpless, desperate, the whole world is turbid, I wake up alone, what can I do? Forget it, he can't wake up the people who fell into the dream of orchid madder, he can't pull back the national fortune that is doomed to decline, and even, he is already a person who is difficult to protect, let alone others?

Fortunately, when he returned to his lonely home, at least the gentleness of his uncle healed his wounds.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he stepped into the threshold, the old man in charge handed over a parchment book with a panicked face, on which was his wife's familiar Juanxiu font: "The concubine is cheap and unworthy. The prince can marry a Chu girl, don't think of a concubine."

The Kun's hands trembled uncontrollably, and the parchment fell limply into the mud covered with acacia petals. He held on to the old tree beside him weakly, gasped for a while, and suddenly burst out laughing: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all gone, so I don't have to worry about it......

When Mo Bi, the head minister's housekeeper, drove to the gate of the prince's mansion with the warrant of the Marquis and dozens of officials, the Kun was playing the piano and singing.

The golden leaves covered the courtyard, and the sound of the tinkling piano was suffocating. The song of the Kun is as loose and natural as the usual chanting, calm as water, and still desolate: "The building will fall, and a tree will be difficult. The avenue is lonely and angry, and it is difficult to say that it is difficult to govern. My way lasts forever, what can I say! The old country is about to die, how can I be embarrassed? Knowing my sin and me, the dead are like smoke......

Mo Bi was shocked and very uneasy when he heard this, and he arched his hand and said loudly: "The avenue is the industry of Xinglan grass, which has made the tariffs of our country soar, and the country rich and the people strong. The whole country, only the son alone makes this senseless sigh, isn't it a curse for the homeland?"

There was a sharp clang, and the strings broke. E Kun raised his head, his eyes swept over Mo Bi and the officials, slowly got up, smiled coldly, and walked out without saying a word.

Outside the courtyard was a dilapidated chariot: the body was gray and rough, without the elegance and nobility of a bronze chariot; The umbrella lid is thick and simple, like an ugly pot lid buckled to a small carriage. Under the ugly umbrella stood a thin and tall boy Kun, wearing an eight-inch white bamboo crown on his head, wearing a coarse linen robe that looked like blue, not blue, black and black, and the splendid Xiangfu people and horses were almost different from ancient and modern.

Curious Chinese people waited on the side of the road early, quietly looking at the strange car, and there was no liking or dislike.

"Where are you going?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"He was deposed as a concubine by the king and sent to Xuancheng as a pawn to defend the city. I heard from my brother-in-law who was a guest in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Huh? It's true? Is the king really so ruthless?"

"Is that fake? Son

Kun has always advocated the prohibition of orchid madder, and now he refuses to marry Chu for a servant girl, and the king has left him alive, which is already for the sake of the blood of father and son."

"That...... What about the marriage of the state of Chu? It's not going to be another big battle, is it?" The people of Hubei, who are immersed in the myth of making wealth with orchid madder, have gradually lost the courage and confidence to fight bloodily.

"I heard that the king has already brought back the eight characters of himself and the prince of the world to the Chu envoy, and let Danyang decide for himself."

"Oh, I see! Childe Kun is too ignorant of what to do!"

"Who's to say it's not?"

The scraping wood crunched harshly, and seeing that it was about to leave the north city gate, E Kun suddenly stomped his feet, and the bulky dilapidated car barely stopped steadily. Mo Bi and the others looked at each other, not knowing why. I saw E Kun suddenly look back at the crowd gathered by the black pressure and arch his hand, and said loudly:

"Kun Bucai, he is about to leave the country, and he has a word to advise you. Where does the food come from? The loom does not spin and twist the cloth, but only reels the grain, where does the coarse cloth of the common people come from? Merchants do not sell common goods, but only hoard Qi and blue paste, where did the leather farming tools come from? The price of orchid madder is high for a while, once it falls into the dust, what do you feed on?

That's all you say, you can do it yourself."

After saying that, E Kun stopped looking back at all, and stomped his feet, the bulky car had already started with a creaking and headed for Xuancheng, the northernmost city.

The people watched for a while, talked a few times, and then dispersed to busy their own business. No one took E Kun's parting words seriously at all.

"This Gongzi Kun is really a character, but unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time!" Yi Gong watched deeply at the car disappearing into the billowing yellow dust outside the city, and turned around to ask the woman next to him, "Are you really not going to Xuancheng with him?"

With tears in her eyes, the uncle said sadly: "I don't want him to really refuse the marriage of the Chu State, so that Si! However, I have already figured it out, and the ability of being born like mine will only drag him down and make him unable to use his hands and feet. It's better to let him have nothing to worry about!"

Yi Gong nodded: "Now that you have made up your mind, let's arrange for you to go to Fancheng Wu Kui!" She's in need of manpower, besides......" He paused, his eyes quite meaningful: "Fancheng is also close to Xuandi."

Uncle Concubine's eyes flashed, and she bowed deeply and said, "Thank you for your compassion!"

Back at the post house, Yi Gong's mood was like a mess. Speaking from his heart, he admires Gongzi Kun's wisdom and bravery, and he also sincerely sympathizes with this pair of hard-working mandarin ducks. But...... Alas, the road is different, so what can I do?

The big drama of orchid and madder has reached the halfway point, and now everyone in Hubei is happy to grow grass, businessmen are hoarding for profit, and Master's plan is running smoothly.

"No matter!" Yi Gong slapped the case suddenly: "When the spring famine comes next year, it will be the end of the big drama!"

At the beginning of June, the ancient royal castle of Hokyung was calm.

As always, the Chinese people are working silently in the old well fields, harvesting the ripe barley and wheat, leisurely plowing the ground in the fields where the wheat has been harvested, and making methodical preparations for autumn replanting. The royal family's workshops are still tinkling, and various bronze tripods are being made for the upcoming wedding ceremony of the Son of Heaven. The transactions in the official market are still undeceiving, and the pace of the people in the market is still slow and orderly.

Everything is so logical and slow. Even the king's guards at the head of the pickaxe capital only glanced casually at the scouts who had repeatedly entered the city gates, and then looked at the sun in the blank sky, calculating how long it would take to change shifts.

In this timeless and leisurely picture, a chariot runs over the countryside and gallops towards the royal city.

Zhao Bohu was supervising the cultivation in Wang Tian, and immediately rushed back when he heard the shocking news. What he was most worried about was whether Ji Hu, the young son of heaven who was violent and stubborn, could calmly deal with this storm. But if the Son of Heaven misses, Zhou Tianxia will face unprecedented storms and waves.

Since he took charge of the Zhou government, although he has experienced two crises of horse plague and rat Gu initiated by the lynx, this time it is extraordinary, the East Lynx dared to openly rob the queen's concubine before the marriage of the Son of Heaven, and also surrounded the in-laws of Wei's allies. His boldness and arrogance are so big, he is simply slapping Zhou Tianzi in the face! How can Zhao Bohu not be anxious?

All the way to the suburbs

Wild and fast, summoning the Bohu center like a burn.

It has been more than 100 years since Fenghao Dingdu, and the Zhou people seem to have gradually lost the kind of ambition that they worked hard again. King Wen made "Yi", Zhou Gong made "Li", and for more than 100 years, he enjoyed the tribute of the world, and the Zhou people, especially the people of Wangji, gradually became the gentle and generous people of Wanghua; His martial and energetic personality melted into the soft and fat vast plain on both sides of the Weishui, and even if the sky collapsed, it could not make them hurry.

However, what kind of character is Ji Hu, the son of heaven? He shook his head helplessly.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

As soon as the carriage passed through the red palace wall with large lacquer, the loud and heavy bells were heard ringing continuously, and the palace was full of hurried footsteps.

Zhao Bohu's heart sank suddenly, the soles of his feet stomped, the car had not yet stopped, and before the driver came to put down the pestle, he had already dropped the car neatly and staggered towards Zhongding Square. When he saw the thick and simple bell pavilion, he was stunned, and he wanted to shout, but he opened his mouth but there was no sound.

Under the bell pavilion, a young man wearing a red embroidered gold cloak, a delicate white jade crown, and a shawl with long hair, holding a thick wooden pillar bell and pestle, was slamming towards the bell with all his might. Rusty wood chips and thick dust fluttered and flew away, and the bell pavilion was filled with a dust mist.

The young man paid no attention to these never-before-seen filth, and only cared about slamming into it again and again, and the appearance of gritting his teeth and tears and blood was full of blood, so that the attendants and maids who came in a hurry looked at each other, and none of them dared to walk over.