The person who was as aggrieved as Zhang Lu was the Marquis whose jaw dropped in Shangjun.

Something seems wrong.

Jingzhou old cousin...Liu Biao became Yizhou Shepherd?

Boss Cao, who has roots in Yizhou, seems to be determined not to leave.

The most outrageous thing is that Zhuge Xuan actually moved his family to Cao Cao's territory...

More than ten years later, after three visits to the thatched cottage and a "Hanzhong confrontation" with a certain Wolong, what happened to me?

It was a pity that Liu Bei suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Oops, let's put it this way, I am actually a white-faced traitor who "holds the emperor's power to order the princes"!

Well, think about it carefully. In the future, when this prime minister leads an army of 830,000 people to the south...

The warship must not be locked!

You must not reuse the simple and stupid Jiang Gan!

We must not accept the surrender of the dishonest Huang Gai!

The most important thing is, whenever you see a straw boat...resolutely say hello with a rocket.

Hum hum, let you all know how powerful my aunt Murong Bei is in "repaying him with his own way"!

Who would have thought that the wheel of history would deviate from its original trajectory so quickly.

It is impossible to predict what weird things will happen in the future.

After thinking wildly for a while, but with no clue, the Marquis decided to go out to relax.

In the back house, Madam held Liu Chan with one hand and pinched Liu Yifei's ear with the other. She was very busy.

He grabbed two beautiful concubines, changed into regular clothes, and slipped out quietly through the back door.

In the past days, Mr. Hou rarely had free time. He returned to the back house and spent most of his time with the old lady, his wife, Liu Yifei, and Liu Chan.

Today, we went shopping together happily, making Miying, a young and lively Diao Chan, very happy.

Liu Bei was wearing a blue-gray Confucian shirt, and his hair was simply tied into a bun with a brown hairband, making him look like a well-mannered scholar.

Diao Chan changed from her usual showy style and wore a plain brocade dress.

Mi Ying, who is still newlywed, chooses brighter red clothes.

Liu Baniu, the general of the family, and Liu Bingkun, the second housekeeper, also followed.

The four delinquent commanders in the east, west, south and north of Shangjun are all Liu Neng's secret agents. In addition, the Yamen officers patrol every day. Under normal circumstances, the public security in the market is relatively good.

Bypassing the back alley and passing through a residential area, the bustling West Market is not far ahead.

As we move forward, there are more and more vendors and pedestrians.

Except for occasionally catching a glimpse of the surprised and envious eyes of the two beautiful concubines, most people did not notice that the person standing close at hand was actually the governor of the state in the Bailongyu suit.

In fact, Mr. Hou is not exactly going shopping with the girl, he just wants to experience more of the real and ordinary fireworks.

Although business has always been encouraged, due to the limitations of the times, practitioners who are willing to join the Black Five Categories are still in the minority.

At the same time, the disadvantages of inconvenient transportation mean that only a few of the most famous specialties are sold through North and South China, and it is difficult to see novel products.

Therefore, Mr. Hou pays more attention to the daily life of ordinary people in the market.

However, Diao Chan and Mi Ying were very interested.

Whether it's a variety of snacks, drinks, or a wide variety of clothing and accessories, they both are obsessed with it and eager to try it.

The good man Hou Ye naturally has the necessary skills to become a rich man: buy, buy, buy!

If you don’t spend the money you make on your wife, how can you keep the offspring?

Walk all the way, shop all the way, to the core urban area.

Most of them are time-honored brands that have been operating for many years, or new elegant and high-end stores. The most lively ones are undoubtedly the fashionable teahouses.

Shopkeeper Zhenji knew Mr. Hou, so the group went directly to the "Shangjun Teahouse" across the street.

There are all kinds of tea leaves and tea bricks, there are teahouses, stages, and performances by popular artists.

Different from Zhen Ji, who appreciates both refined and popular tastes, Shangjun Tea House is more people-friendly and popular. For example, female artists can wear whatever they want, and they can tell and sing as many vulgar jokes as they want, just to make the audience and fans happy.

Although the two beautiful concubines were both blushing, the Marquis seemed to be fine.

What does it mean to be down-to-earth? If it hadn’t been for today’s private interview, I would have never known the scale of a small theater program to be this big.

Suddenly, Liu Baniu whispered in the ear of the owner.

Liu Bei turned to look at the entrance. It looked like an acquaintance had entered the teahouse with several friends.

The other party was not wearing a military uniform and was dressed in a brighter outfit, probably to show his status as a powerful person.

Because Liu Bingkun specially chose a hidden teahouse, Yuan Shao, the captain of the Yueqi School of the Northern Army, who was visiting for an exchange visit to experience teaching and learning, did not find Liu Bei and others.

In the Beiyuan Autumn Hunting Incident, it was Yuan Shu who tricked Yuan Wei, but the clever Yuan Wei turned around and tricked Yuan Shao.

Ever since the crippled Lord Marquis forcibly kidnapped him and brought him to Shangjun, Yuan Shao, the most ambitious member of the Yuan family, has been living a life without love for the past six months.

The treatment that Yongzhou should provide will be provided as usual, and there is nothing serious to do. As long as you don't kill people and set fires, you can eat, drink and have fun as you like.

If it were Yuan Shu, the hero might have a place to play, and he would be happy and not think about the Eastern Capital.

But the ambitious Yuan Shao was unwilling to be raised as a pig and was unable to leave, so he secretly invited his friends to advise him.

When guests and friends came, it was natural to entertain them. The sight of Zhenji Teahouse made me feel off-putting, so I went to Shangjun Teahouse.

Ordinarily, it is normal for a dignified Northern Military Colonel to entertain guests at banquets, but he happened to bump into Liu Bei.

Seeing that the group of people looked arrogant and obviously not ordinary characters, Liu Bei whispered a few words to the second housekeeper.

Liu Bingkun understood the idea and ran to make arrangements. Not long after, two bad guys came to the empty table on the side of Yuan Shao and monitored the situation without leaving any trace.

Except Yuan Shao, among the three people at the same table, Zheng Tai has always admired Yuan Shao and rushed over as soon as he received the letter.

The other two are disciples arranged by Zhang Miao. They are both civilized and military, and they are both elites.

There were four people in the group, with Da Jicheng sitting in the front and center position, ordering drinks, watching the show, and laughing.

Shangjun Teahouse originally serves the middle and lower class people. The happier the guests are, the more successful they are.

As long as the behavior is not obviously excessive, teahouses generally do not stop them.

Zheng Tai looked around and found that the guests were all paying attention to the stage performance. No one seemed to care, and he felt relieved.

Yuan Shao was relatively calm, and the remaining two glanced towards the entrance intentionally or unintentionally.

Liu Bei realized that these people were probably waiting for someone.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the people to arrive.

A topless rogue and two horse boys swaggered into the small theater, looked around, and turned out to be heading straight for Yuan Shao.

"Hey, friends from out of town, please move to another table!"

Yuan Shao and Zheng Tai looked at each other and realized that the real owner had arrived.

The remaining two didn't take it too seriously and began to ridicule without laughing.

"I heard that Yongzhou is full of outlaws. When I came to Shangjun, I actually saw some who were not afraid of death!"

The rogue's eyes widened, he slapped the table and cursed: "Grandson Gray, who are you talking about?"

"Whoever answers the call, let's talk!"

As soon as the quarrel started here, it immediately became the focus of the audience.

"Damn it, special program!"

"It seems that Nanmen Po Han Wu and outsiders are getting into a fight!"

"Guess, will there be a fight?"

"I'm not helping my relatives, these outsiders are a little crazy, they deserve to be beaten."

It was originally a mixture of the three religions and the nine schools. They were just watching the fun and were not afraid of the big deal, and gradually started to make noises.

The shopkeeper of Shangjun Tea House saw that the situation was not right and quickly stepped in to soften the situation.

"Family parents, give me some thin noodles..."

Both parties are deliberately looking for trouble, so naturally they will not take the old man as a meal.

Pohan Wuyi slapped the shopkeeper away, pointed at Zheng Tai who was smiling but not smiling, and cursed: "Who are you scolding?"

Zheng Tai's expression changed, he stood up and spread the opponent's fingers away with his palm.

"I don't want to cause trouble, but don't think I'm afraid of you..."

When Po Hanwu saw the opponent taking action, he took the opportunity to shout: "Okay, if you dare to take action, beat him..."

The two sides immediately started a melee. There were clatters, tables and chairs tilted, fruit plates were broken, and the chaos quickly expanded.

The neighboring teahouses and guests were also affected, with figures shaking and fists flying...
To be continued...