The solar system is broken

The string song changed from brisk to solemn. But it was not a great music, after all, it was just to receive a guest of the Xiao family.

Huo Shan had already drank a lot, and his cheeks were red, but he was not drunk yet.

He is a ruthless person who doesn't understand high-concentration alcohol, so where is he?

Taking advantage of the strength of the wine, he began to pretend to be sexy again, "When you are drunk with wine, you will eat well, and you will be a gentleman for thousands of years."

What does it mean?

I have been drunk with fine wine, and your food is so delicious. (In return), I wish you long life and long life, and may you always maintain your wisdom.

A very beautiful vision.

This is the elegance engraved in the bones of the Chinese people. Even a cruel warrior knows the romance of the Chinese people.

"It's my wish, but I don't dare to invite you~" Ziwei also raised the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

As the saying goes, don’t hit someone with a smiling face. If someone wishes you well, why don’t you have a better attitude?

Han Ling'er was sitting alone on the left seat, watching the two actors performing a large-scale performance.

Cutting pieces of meat with copper, they ate in silence without disturbing the two of them.

The deer after autumn has a layer of fat on its body, which is plump and delicate, and has a very special taste.

However, her eyes kept wandering around the hall, feeling the surrounding atmosphere to see if there was any possibility that she might drop a cup.

Of course, the temperature control of the kiln at this time was not enough, so it was difficult to make a glass-made porcelain cup, and we were not rich enough to drop it casually.

Will it break the bronze tripod? This is even more impossible.

But this is not the key. The key is that in such a noisy environment, Han Linger cannot hear the swordsman's breathing.

It seems that martial arts novels are all lies.

When the banquet reached its climax, Ziwei came down the hall and danced to cheer up the party.

Don’t get me wrong, in ancient times, dancing was not synonymous with actors, nor was it exclusive to women.

Not to mention, this boy's slightly resolute dance has a bit of primitive simplicity, which is quite interesting. In today's terms, he is a soul dancer.

"good!"

Huo Shan harmonized with the music and beat the time for Zi Wei, and the two of them had a great time.

This song is "The Willow Tops on the Moon, It's Very Late."

After dancing, Ziwei sat in the main seat for a long time and finally regained his breath. He even said that time is not forgiving. (People with red blood will die of old age.)

After the karaoke, we got down to business.

Zi waved his hand slightly, the musicians withdrew, and the cooks retreated.

Suddenly, there were only two men and one woman left in the entire empty banquet.

The three of them were silent, and the heat just now disappeared. Only the flames flickering in the bronze lamp were left, licking the dark night.

Huo Shan shook his head to wake himself up.

"Master Priest," he raised his hand and took the lead to break the awkwardness and said calmly, "I, Mr. Xiao, have some business to ask you."

"Business?" Zi shook the cup in his hand slightly, pretending to be confused.

Doesn’t he still understand what Mr. Xiao does?

The Xiao family of the Shang Dynasty had two main businesses, selling salt and selling people.

Salt is good, there is a large salt field in Xiaocheng, and the Xiao family has been making a living since it was granted a fief by the King of Shang.

The slave trade is a shady business.

The slave trade was not prohibited by law in the Shang Kingdom, but the source of Xiao's slave trade was not clean. He came from colonial expansion in both the east and south directions.

How did this slave come from? It was naturally taken from the prisoners of the royal army.

This is equivalent to harming the king's interests. Chaoge launched a war and lost a group of people, and relied on these slaves to replenish the population, but 2/5 fell into the hands of the six tribes.

The last three generations of kings all focused their wars of conquest in the two directions of Xu Yi and Nan Yi. Naturally, the Xiao family smelled the smell of blood and headed east.

Starting from Emperor Yi, Xiqi rose up and suppressed the Zhou people. There were more war slaves in the west. The Xiao family naturally needed to develop sources of goods in Xibi.

But for the priests, this is not good news.

The cheese is so big that the priest couldn't eat it alone. Now a strong man comes. Can the priest agree?

This is why when the city gate saw Huo Shan, the priest commented that he was seeking death.

"Master Ziwei~"

"Um?"

"Blue Bloods!"

All slaves are in circulation, and the only ones that cannot be circulated are blue-blooded people. These are state-controlled resources, and whoever touches them will die.

"Is it related to money? Or is it related to us?" Zi narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Huo Shan.

(Are you talking about business? Or are you talking about me?)

"It's all related!" Huo Shan confirmed.

"Could it be that...he is in Qiucheng?"

pause.

"I'm...and I'm not here either." He leaned back, looking confident.

(If I say you hid it, you just hid it)

"But this blue-blooded man, where is he?" Huo Shan glanced at Han Linger.

Han Ling'er was stunned and didn't know what the two people were talking about.

"Master Priest, do you know?" Huo Shan's eyes were fixed on Han Ling'er.

"I know." Zi shook the wine jue in his hand slightly, already having murderous intent.

"Priest, please talk to me!"

"Let's talk," Han Ling'er finally said.

The two of them glanced at Zi Wei who was sitting in the main seat.

Zi Wei frowned and thought of a plan, "This person is entrenched in the traffic arteries around Qiucheng. Do you understand?"

Spread your hands.

"I don't understand~" Han Ling'er really didn't understand.

"What kind of sound do I make?" He looked at Huo Shan.

Han Ling'er said bluntly, "Half of Xibi's slaves are sold by the priests."

"Wrong!" Ziwei raised his hand and said forcefully, "I'm just an errand boy for King Shang, and I'm just one of the legs."

"So how many legs does King Shang have?"

"Three?" Han Ling'er stretched out three fingers and said doubtfully.

Left, right, middle, three.

"That's right." Huo Shan spread his hands and said, no matter how many things you say, I will say them all right.

"Priest or a thigh?"

"Yes, it's a thigh!" Ziwei made a few moves and banged his right leg on the table.

Huo Shan and Han Ling'er were immediately startled. Is this a gentleman?

"But my leg is broken..." Pa~ slapped his hand, "It's broken!"

"It's broken!" Huo Shan was shocked. (Pretending)

"How did it break?" Han Ling'er swung Lun's eyes too hard.

"Ten times, eight times the blue-blooded people kidnapped the blue-blooded slaves!" Zi narrowed his eyes slightly, "They even robbed the red-blooded natives."

Huo Shan was confused.

The blue-blooded people did rob the blue-blooded people, but this matter was handled by Huo Shan. He hadn't even arrived at Xibi. How could he still not know whether there was a tribulation or not?

Ziwei wants to hand over the whereabouts of the blue-blooded slaves to the non-existent blue-blooded organization.

In addition, Ziwei is not sure whether Huo Shan knows that he has captured a man with blue blood.

"Think about how many slaves this blue-blooded man has!"

"Then this blue-blooded man is very rich," Han Ling'er glanced at Huo Shan, "Is there such a thing?"

"So you want slaves, blue-blooded or red-blooded, go and kill them, take as many as you want." Ziwei reported, looking at Huo Shan calmly.

Huo Shan fell into deep thought.

Yesterday, the little girl selling ice cubes he saw at the temple gate told him that the writer was in the ancestral temple.

It's just that this kind of information that is too easy to obtain makes Huo Shan a little suspicious. After all, it is not yet known whether this may be a trap.

Now this Ziwei gave Huo Shan the impression of being very cunning, and he actually doubted whether the writer was in the hands of the priest.

"We don't have the ability to catch people with blue blood, but we can talk about some small business with the priest." Han Ling'er immediately stood up to smooth things over. "If the priest has blue blood... we can also help."

Are you kidding? They are blue-blooded people. How can we catch them?

"Hahaha~" Ziwei laughed loudly, "Then don't blame me, just blame you for being useless."

Huo Shan frowned and thought.

"I can also do you a favor," Ziwei retracted his legs, "I will send out troops and slaves to go around and serve as bait."

Han Ling'er frowned and sewed her eyebrows. How could she handle this? The priest had to kill the fictitious bandit.

"How much do you pay?" Han Ling'er asked weakly, "Eighty?"

"No", he raised his index finger and shook it, "I'll give you one hundred and eighty! 50 soldiers and 58 slaves."

“The more you pay, the more you earn!”

Han Linger was even more confused. Are you serious?

Snap!

Huo Shan slapped several cases and said, "Deal with him!"

"Aren't they just blue-blooded people? Let's take those slaves back and divide them!"

???

"Let's help the priest reattach this leg!"

Han Ling'er blinked, "When it's done, we'll split it into 30-70!"

"How do you say this? If the priest is doing his best, why don't you give him the third level?!" Huo Shan's face turned red and he let out an angry voice.

"It has to be a 50-50 split!"

The priest spread his hands and said, "That's tough!" (If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine!)

"Is it hard?!"

"hard!"

"Priest high!"

"No, no, no, you're so tall and hard!"

At this point, the priest had no need to continue the conversation. He wanted to kill Huo Shan himself.

"drink!"

Huo Shan picked up the wine glass and took a swig!

"I'm here, why should I trust you to deal with blue-blooded people?"

This is a warning to Huo Shan.

"Allow me to ask you a question, priest," Huo Shan pondered for a moment.

"Ask!" Ziwei said confidently.

"Blue-blooded people can rob you of your ways, why don't they break your golden branches?"

Ziwei sneered, "Under my golden branch tree, there are three soldiers, four shifts, and five secret sentries, which are very stable. How dare he?"

"Pa!" Huo Shan snapped his fingers.

With an arrow, it stabbed firmly on the floor, with a "golden branch" hanging on the arrow.

"Did you see that?"

The priest's face was about to drip with water as soon as he sank. This was a knife drawn to him!

Breaking off the golden branch means that a duel is required according to etiquette, which is considered a threat to his life.

The cup in the priest's hand slowly lifted up.

Han Linger's heart was in her throat.

At the end, the priest slowly put down the bronze wine vessel, probably because it was too expensive.

"Okay, okay! Okay!" The priest said three good words in a row, each one more cruel than the last.

Anyone with eyesight could see that he was very angry.