The Residence of the Dragon King had been turned upside down, but Qing Cang City did not have much of a fuss. To the refugees in the city, there were only a few hundred shiny bald heads. Those who were more informed knew that a cavalry of 800 people had entered the city at night to guard the Residence of the Dragon King. This elite cavalry was all mounted on white horses and white armor. They were also armed with swords and crossbows, looking very imposing. It was an established fact that Beiliang controlled Qing Cang City. Since they did not massacre the city, instead, resources were constantly flowing into the city. Many rare items that were usually priceless sprouted up overnight in Qing Cang City. Most of the refugees just went with the flow and muddled through. It was not that there were no refugees who left the city, but the restrictions were relaxed and there were no obstructions. After a few days, these Qing Cang nobles who had some family background quietly looked on coldly. When they saw the peaceful scene in the city, they resentfully returned to the city. Other than setting up pots and delivering porridge at the city gates, the Dragon King's Residence had also become the new governor's official residence. Beiliang no longer banned the transportation of salt and iron to Qing Cang. Moreover, the governor had begun to set up a household register. It was said that as long as the people of Qing Cang passed the inspection, they would be allowed to enter Ling Province, the richest of the three provinces in Beiliang, to do business. Zhou Junchen, who had no chance to wear a dragon robe in his entire life, was very happy. The King of Beiliang was very efficient in doing things. The official document signed by the Governor of Beiliang, Chu Lushan and Li Gongde, had already been sent to the entire Ling Province. If he didn't have to help Governor Chen clean up the mess in Qing Cang City, he could have dragged his family and rushed to Hwangnam County, which was the granary of Ling Province. This governor was a very lucrative position. The previous governor, Song Yan, was now the King of Ling Province. It was clearly a good place to get promoted and get rich. Zhou Junchen, who was a fence sitter, was a very good person. As long as he didn't have to work hard and was given a lot of benefits, he would do his best. He didn't hesitate at all. In the past half a year in the city, he had been serving Governor Chen, who was unfamiliar with this place. It was called working hard without complaint. Originally, he was a local emperor who didn't go to court every day, but these days, he didn't have much sleep. In the blink of an eye, he had become a personal soldier of Qing Cang. He was resentful and frightened. Zhou Junchen, who was sandwiched between the new lord and his old subordinates, was really a matchmaker and a bride. He was so angry that his mouth was full of bubbles. However, Zhou Junchen, who considered himself a governor, was in good spirits. Most people who had something to look forward to were like this. No matter how short-sighted and short-sighted he was, as long as he could see the future, he wouldn't be afraid of being tired.
Before the curtain of night fell, a young man who looked like a scholar, escorted by a group of white horse light cavalry, walked alone up the dilapidated northern wall of the city. He saw a guy with his hair tied into a Wudang Huangting Taoist Crown squatting on top of the city wall, with a pair of sabers hanging from his waist, looking far to the north. The scholar followed the saberman's line of sight and looked to the north. In Beimang's Gusai Province, last year's one-sided battle seemed to be an unexpected and complete victory for the Beiliang cavalry, but the scholar knew very well that it only hurt Beimang, and it was far from hurting their tendons and bones. Generally speaking, the pros and cons were half. The pros were that Gusai Province was crushed until it was riddled with holes, and most of the beacons and relay routes were gone. For the time being, it would be difficult for a large number of cavalry troops to move south. The cons were that Beimang had been awakened, and the generals of the southern court who had distinguished military achievements would begin to reevaluate the military strength of both sides of Liang Mang. When the curtains of the next full-scale battle began, it would be difficult for Beiliang to move north so easily like a hot knife through butter. The young man, the new Governor of Qingcang City, stepped forward and said softly, "Greetings, King of Beiliang."
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and smiled. "Xiliang, you've come. You've been so busy these past few months that I didn't even have the nerve to ask you out for a drink."
Chen Xiliang smiled and didn't respond. This was probably the difference between him and Xu Beizhi. Whether it was getting along with His Royal Highness or the new King of Liang, Xu Beizhi had always ridiculed and rolled his eyes when he should. He had never had the understanding of living under someone else's roof. However, Chen Xiliang was different. He had always kept his place. At that time, His Royal Highness's trusted aides "parted ways". Xu Beizhi was sent to Longqing County, while Chen Xiliang lived in seclusion in the King's Mansion on Mount Qingliang. He lived in a side room on the top floor of Tide-listening Pavilion and read all kinds of books. The books he read were all the books and manuscripts left behind by Li Yishan. Today, Beiliang's military strategy, especially the re-division of military officials and the geographical arrangement of fourteen future Beiliang's most powerful military officers, came from Chen Xiliang. However, after Chen Xiliang got married, he was given full authority to deal with both the grain supply and the salt and iron official camp. Both were not satisfactory. The former was the provincial governor of Liyang imperial court, Tantanon. Huan Wen personally stepped forward to make things difficult for Beiliang. Chen Xiliang did not lose unjustly. However, later in Youzhou, even though he could "order" Huangfu Cheng, who held the military power in Youzhou, he was still pushed aside by the "salt eating" tyrannical forces. Until now, the ownership of several major salt ponds was still undecided. This made many high-ranking officials of Beiliang scoff. In private, they laughed at this scholar who was about the same age as Xu Beizhi of the Beimang aristocratic family and left the mountain at the same time. They said, "Sure enough, a poor family does not have a noble son!" Then, Chen Xiliang, who had yet to achieve victory, was urgently summoned back by the new Prince of Liang and thrown into a refugee land in the middle of nowhere to fend for himself. The governor of Qingcang City? Compared to any governor of Lingzhou? If this was not clearly demotion, then what was? Looking back at Xu Beizhi, he was already a provincial governor of Beiliang, second only to the Administrator! Comparisons were odious.
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