This table of wine and food only costs more than one hundred yuan, which made Lugen feel surprised.

After Bu Lugen bid farewell to the merchant Lite, he walked aimlessly along the street market. He bought a lot of things, including small candy men, puppets, and Hu cakes, and even bought a bag of cloth.

Finally, Bu Lugen learned a conclusion that the food in Chang'an City was already very sufficient, otherwise, a pound of Hu cakes weighing two large sums per pound, and after leaving a dozen Hu cakes, the most expensive one was only three cents. Bu Lugen had to believe that Chang'an City would definitely not lack food.

While Bu Lugen was holding the lights, he seemed to walk to Yicui Tower aimlessly.

He ignored the enchanting figures of the Kucha musician and Persian dancer, and slowly walked into the private room near the window on the third floor.

Knock on the door gently, three long and two short, three short and two long.

Finally, the famous and charming dancer opened from the inside of the private room and waved to him.

Bu Lugen looked at his whole body huddled in the black cloak and said directly: "The news is wrong. Guanzhong does not lack food. If you dare to deceive our great Khan, you will give your stupidity..."

The word "price" has not yet been released, and a cold horizontal knife pressed against his neck.

"You'd better put away your national tutor's airs. This is not the Turks, this is Chang'an, not the place where you can play wild!"

The man in black turned around and was either someone else but Yu Wenji.
Chapter completed!