There are many stories spread among the people about the terrifying aspect of Wangchuan City.
In short, I can sum it up in two words.
Just cannibalism.
The talker's expression changed.
Most people who want to go to Liaodong would rather take a three-month detour than go through the Wanchuan River.
It's too scary.
Thinking about it this way, it is actually more intuitive. Even the King of Wei, who controls Qingzhou, does not dare to let his army march in Wangchuan without permission, let alone others? Even the King of Wei is very secretive about Wangchuan.
Without any understanding, let alone others?
Three days.
More and more people began to gather in Taixi Village, with various caravans, all kinds of gold and silver, and all kinds of supplies. Soon, the town was full, and there was no place to live.
But there are still more and more people.
The rain has stopped.
But the wind that started to blow here was getting colder and colder. It was bone-chilling and everyone complained.
"That guy, what has he been doing recently?"
Of course, no one could get colder than Prince Xie Fang. The place where he lived was still the most luxurious place in Taixi Village. There were several stoves in the house and he didn't even need to wear a coat.
There are still singing and dancing, and there are groups of beauties, as if in revenge for not being so arrogant and lewd in Beijing. Ever since he left the capital, he has been surrounded by beauties. It has only been more than two months, and the circles under his eyes are completely dark, and his body feels like
I'm going to be drained by wine and sex.
Liang Zheng smiled beside him and said, "Your Highness, you haven't taken any action. You are just asking around for things."
The crowd even burst into laughter.
inquire about?
What can you find out by asking? It seems that the omnipotent Liu Shilang has finally run out of tricks this time!
Xie Fang smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that what the teacher said is really good..."
Then, he frowned: "It's just teacher, do you think that Qiao Yuan created this Wangchuan City? This Qiao Jiedushi, in Long Yan, is a humble person..."
Others nodded in agreement.
All this time, this Liaodong and Liaodong Jiedu envoy had never come into the sight of the Long Yan court.
No one knows much about this local emperor from Liaodong.
When Liang Zheng heard this question, his eyes became gloomy: "Your Highness, Qiao Yuan is a low-key person and extremely mysterious. He never returns to the Central Plains except for big events. In this regard, he is very good at it. However,
As far as I know, this person is in charge of everything in the capital and is quite effective..."
"oh?"
Xie Fang's eyes lit up: "In other words, there is quite a lot of oil and water in this land of Liaodong..."
Liang Zheng laughed: "After all, it is a place with a population of hundreds of thousands. You can even scrape out a layer of oil! In Liaodong, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. If you can live comfortably, why go to the Western Regions to see people's faces?"
"That's true. It seems that Qiao Yuan is still alive and well!"
Xie Fang laughed.
He no longer cared about it.
Keep singing and dancing.
...
"Oh my ancestor, what are you doing here? You've been doing it for how many days. The explosives from King Wei are coming. Why don't you go and take a look?"
King Yong has been following Liu Zheng for the past few days, and the skin on his feet has been worn out.
Although the rain has stopped, the ground is still muddy. Isn’t it hard to walk on it?
Liu Zheng smiled faintly and said nothing.
It is estimated that King Yong has lost more than ten kilograms of weight following him in the past few days.
This guy is sweating profusely whenever he walks, so he really should exercise.
Liu Zheng doesn’t mind the hard work.
After all, this is a matter of human life, and the lives of tens or hundreds of thousands of people may be at stake!