The old eunuch had never practiced martial arts, but the imperial palace of Great Peace City never lacked experts. The old man was also one of the top Diao Temple eunuchs. He was knowledgeable and had some insight. The old man inhaled sharply as he watched the immortals fight on the mountain. The wind and rain at the end of spring in Beiliang were especially bone-chilling. Zhao Siku found it even more difficult to endure, especially when the old man saw the slender figure slowly walk down the mountain. Each step seemed to step on his already heavy heart. He felt his teeth hurt. When the young man with the blade walked to the foot of the mountain, Old Diao Temple jogged forward with a tragic feeling of dying early and reincarnating. He was about to say a few words of flattery. He did not expect that this King of Beiliang would not hit a smiling person. It would be good to have an easy death under his hands. Unexpectedly, the other person waved his hand and spoke first. "This King thanks Old Mister Zhao on behalf of Beiliang. Our place is not as prosperous as Great Peace City, but This King can give Old Mister a place to rest in his old age."
Zhao Siku stilled. He heard the person who had come close continue to say with a smile, "The Xu Family owes Zhao Changling too much, but they cannot repay him. Since Old Mister is an old friend of Zhao Yangcai of Beiliang, and you risked your life for Beiliang and did not disappoint This King's master, Old Mister, do not worry. This King has said so much in hopes that Old Mister will be assured. "
The old man smiled freely and said with slight self-mockery, "Our family is a eunuch that everyone curses. Is he worthy of being called Mister? Wang Ye's words, do you want us to work ourselves to the bone again? If that's the case, then the word 'Mister' is not enough. "
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "I knew that Old Mister Zhao would not be assured."
The old man bent down and asked doubtfully, "Can we really live and die however we want in Beiliang?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded with a smile. Zhao Siku sighed heavily and looked up at the top of Green Deer Mountain that had become calm. He said softly with the unique sharp voice of a eunuch, "Since Your Highness is kind, then I will be bold to say something disgraceful. Back then, the young master favored Chen Zhibao. After all, the Soldier Immortal in White did not control Beiliang. We can't say that the young master misjudged him. But if the young master could live until today, he probably wouldn't be too angry."
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "If Zhao Changling does not die, This King will have nothing to do with Beiliang."
Zhao Siku looked deeply at the young vassal king and said emotionally, "I cannot see through Your Highness's personality right now. But your words are true and comfortable to hear."
The old eunuch turned to look in the direction of Great Peace City. "The people there like to be shrouded in clouds and mist. No matter how good the weather is, people will feel gloomy."
Hsu Fengnian did not make a judgment and said softly, "Beiliang is windy and sandy all year round. The winters are hard to endure. But standing there, the view is wide. If you stay for a long time, you will feel gloomy. When the wind blows and the snow presses down, it will lessen."
The old eunuch smiled from the bottom of his heart and said, "Borrowing the King of Beiliang's auspicious words. Originally, I thought I had completed the young master's last wish and was content. I had not thought I could live a few more years."
Hsu Fengnian turned and saw the empty-handed Hehe Miss. The young girl was shaking her wrist in boredom. Hsu Fengnian said to Zhao Siku, "Sir, why don't you go up the mountain to see the scenery. When the time comes, you can go down the mountain with Kui Hu, Huangfu Qiu, and the others."
The old man smiled and said, "Yes, I have to walk and see more while my legs are still nimble."
The old eunuch brushed past the young girl. The old man said to himself, "When the Qin Dynasty lost its deer, the heroes of the world chased after it. Eight hundred years of separation and unification. Four hundred years ago, the Great Feng Dynasty showed signs of unifying the north and the south. But in the end, the barbarians of the north invaded the Central Plains. None of the dynasties after that were free of worry about the north. This dynasty is no exception. The Grand Secretary, Zhang Julu, had been in charge of the imperial court for more than 20 years. Half of his time was spent watching the Northern Lands border. Even if he joined forces with the Grand General, Gu Jiantang, he could only pull the disadvantageous situation to a stalemate. Now that Li Yang is going to commit suicide, what will happen to the world? Alas, I have never understood this world. Scholars can't tolerate eunuchs, scholars can't tolerate common men, and scholars can't even tolerate scholars in the end. I have read all the classics handed down by the Sage of the Zhang family, but I can't see such a reason. After thinking about it, I think it's probably because those at the top must be worse than those at the bottom. I really want to open my eyes and see if the scholars here will be slightly different. "
Hsu Fengnian laughed softly and said, "As expected of someone from Zhao Changling's family."
The young girl tilted her head. Hsu Fengnian took her hand and said softly, "Let's not think so much."
She said softly, "Old Huang thinks even more."
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