Hsu Fengnian pulled her into the carriage parked at the foot of the mountain. Xu Yanbing, who had not acted from beginning to end, studied Hsu Fengnian. The two nodded without speaking. Hsu Fengnian was finally able to catch his breath. He said casually to the young girl, "For a strategist, the size of one's weapon is one thing, and one's position is another. Yuan Benxi's ranking among the strategists of the Spring and Autumn Period has always been higher than my master Li Yishan, Yang Cai Zhao Changling, and Nalan Youci behind the King of Yan. In reality, it may not be that Benxi's talent is higher than the others, but his position means that he has more room to plan, and he can hold more things in his hands. This is like a housewife who has enough firewood, rice, oil, and salt. The food she makes will naturally be more sumptuous. On our side in Beiliang, we have Xu Beizhi and Chen Xiliang. If Beiliang is not trampled by Beimang, their future achievements will not be low. But it is difficult to say how high they will be. Lu Xu of Xiangfan City is the same. This is also why Sun Yin, who studied the dragon slayer art, was not willing to stay in Beiliang. There were pythons but no dragons in Beiliang. He did not want them. However, being in the imperial court of Liyang had its advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantage was that there were too many people under the Emperor's nose. Even if there were talented people like Xu Beizhi and Chen Xiliang, it would be difficult for them to stand out as quickly as they did in Northern Liang. Secondly, as the Zhao Diao Temple said, scholars could not tolerate scholars and scholars looked down on each other. There were many rules in the imperial court of Zhao. Many scholars' lofty aspirations could not be fulfilled and most of them groaned for no reason. However, there were still some people who were born at the wrong time and did not get the chance to appreciate their talents. If Huang Longshi was born in the present, I'm afraid even becoming the Grand Chancellor of Shangyin Academy would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens, let alone becoming the Great Devil of Spring and Autumn, Huang Sanjia. "
Hsu Fengnian glanced at the girl and said helplessly, "What are you glaring at me for? I am not speaking ill of your Old Huang, I am praising him. My master said that he is an extraordinary person, an extraordinary talent. I do not dare to underestimate Huang Longshi. "
Xu Fengnian's thoughts immediately drifted away. "This Zhao Zhu's luck is good to the point where it can be considered good luck, to be able to make Huang Longshi, Northern Mang's Imperial Preceptor, Daoist Qilin, Yuan Qingshan, and Nalan Youci, these three people take notice of him at the same time. Zhao Kai, who had died outside the Iron Gate, only had two masters, Yang Taisui and Han Shengxuan. Compared to Zhao Zhu, he was much weaker. As for the Fourth Prince, Zhao Zhuan, he is already the Crown Prince of a country. Anyway, the ownership of Liyangjiang Mountain depends on these two. "
On the way back to the General's Mansion in Youzhou in Yihe City, they encountered two groups of assassinations that were like throwing eggs at a rock. They were intercepted and killed by the spies even before the driver and the three people sitting in the carriage did anything. Beiliang's folk customs were already valiant, not to mention the loyal men of sacrifice who were raised by the family. Most of these men of sacrifice were staunch and unyielding. They did not regard other people's lives as valuable playthings, and even did not regard their own lives as valuable. They all believed that if you raised me for ten or twenty years, I would repay you with my life. They were willing to regard this as righteousness, heroism, and chivalry as the most important thing. Outsiders could not say whether this was right or wrong. Hsu Fengnian lifted the curtain and looked at the pair of eyes lying in a pool of blood. He did not have any compassion, but he thought of many things outside of Beiliang. For example, the Emperor of the Zhao Family, in terms of his surname, was enough to be a once-in-a-century wise monarch in history. However, after he ascended the throne, he wanted to kill Xu Xiao, and now he wanted to kill the meritorious minister of Liyang, Zhang Julu. It was not that he was not a good emperor, but he could tolerate the dissolute scholars of the Hanlin Academy, he could tolerate Zhang Julu, and he could tolerate the remnants of the Eight Kingdoms stirring up trouble with his pen and ink. As the Emperor of the world, he must have his own difficulties. No matter how hard he was willing to work day and night for the common people, he still had to consider the gains and losses of the Zhao Family first. Zhang Julu could, regardless of his own gains and losses, open the door for the poor scholars in the world to advance. It could even be said that Bi Yan did not only exchange one person's death for the 4,000 rooms of the Six Ministries, but also for the poor scholars to have a foothold in the imperial court. Coincidentally, the Emperor of the Zhao Family was not a short-sighted person. Even if in the next hundred years, the poor scholars could still scrupulously abide by the etiquette of monarch and minister, wholeheartedly working for the Emperor, but two hundred years later, would they still be able to do so? If in the imperial court, everybody was like Zhang Julu, taking care of both the Zhao Family and the world, or even prioritizing the common people over the Emperor, so much so that they only cared about the world and ignored the Zhao Family, when this door was opened, who could close it? This was not an exaggeration to scare people. The poor scholars were not as good as the rich and powerful children, they had this and that kind of rules. The rich and powerful children were used to wearing good shoes, so they were reluctant to take them off. However, the poor scholars were barefooted. If they did not care, they had talent and learning, so who didn't help them? So much so that they might as well sit on the dragon chair themselves. Therefore, the Emperor of the Zhao Family killing Zhang Julu was indeed killing the number one meritorious minister of the Liyang Dynasty, but it was also an act of helplessness to close the door that was wide open.
Master Li Yishan could see these things, and so could Huang Longshi and Yuan Benxi. Zhang Julu himself was even more so. As for whether it was good or bad, Hsu Fengnian was not the Emperor, so he did not have to worry about it.
Hsu Fengnian muttered to himself, "With Youzhou in such a mess, the people of Liyang should think that a mouse carrying a knife is a bully in its nest. I just happen to need some time to rest. Yes, I do need to recuperate. "
The young girl stretched out a hand, staring straight at Hsu Fengnian, whose gray hair was turning darker.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and shook his head.
The young girl bent a finger, her eyes inquiring.
Four?
Hsu Fengnian still shook his head.
She slowly bent another finger.
Hsu Fengnian continued to shake his head.
When she was about to close her two fingers, Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "I haven't fought Tuoba Bodhisattva, so it's hard to say who will be second or third."
The young girl was in high spirits.
Hsu Fengnian said softly, "But as long as Wang Xianzhi is alive, it doesn't matter whether it's second or third, or if it's the bottom ten."
The young girl stretched out her finger and rubbed the indistinct purple-gold "eye" on Hsu Fengnian's forehead. It was not quite like the golden color of sunflowers in summer or autumn, but she still liked it.
When she was young, apart from the man who only knew how to gamble and never be a father, there was only her and her mother, as well as the golden sunflowers in the field. Those strange men brought home by that man had also once defiled her mother in the field. She only dared to hide in the distance. Every time her mother put on her clothes, tidied her hair, and walked out of the field, she would find her daughter, who did not even dare to cry. She would gently smile at her daughter, and then hand her a sunflower she picked, and go home together. Later, her mother died, and she could only look after those sunflowers alone.
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