Hsu Fengnian did not go to watch the clumsy fight between the two poor wanderers. He only remembered a friend he met during his travels years ago. Apart from Little Li, who was a generous acquaintance and confidante, only that fellow named Wen Hua was willing to travel with him. That fellow's parents seemed to have passed away early. After spending a few years with his brother and sister-in-law, he could not stand his snobbish sister-in-law's sarcastic remarks. In a fit of anger, he began to wander the Jianghu alone. To say that he was alone was not appropriate, because this pauper was so poor that he could only cut a wooden sword and hang it on his waist. How could he afford a horse? Although Wen Hua was poor, his ambition was boundless. He said that he wanted to find a famous master to practice a famous sword. He wanted to make a name for himself so that he could return home and bring glory to his ancestors. He wanted to obtain an expensive and good sword with sword benefits. Hsu Fengnian once asked him how he would deal with his sister-in-law when he returned home. This fellow replied that his sister-in-law was his sister-in-law after all. No matter how short-sighted he was, he could not really do anything to her. However, if by any chance he was successful, he could let his brother hold his head high and no longer have to endure his sister-in-law's anger every day. Every time this Wen Hua saw Old Huang leading the skinny red horse, it was as if he saw a good sword. However, Hsu Fengnian was on tenterhooks, afraid that this fellow who had gone crazy from longing for a sword would really steal the horse and sell it for money. However, before they parted, no such mishap had occurred. Just as Wen Hua himself said, a sword would only be his own if he bought it with his own money. However, this fellow also had some unscrupulous thoughts. For example, in the various martial arts competitions to find a spouse, he had overestimated his ability and shamelessly went up on stage. When was he not beaten to the point of vomiting blood? There were a few times when he was beaten down. He walked up the stage and flew down. It was truly a miserable sight. Hsu Fengnian, who was watching from below the stage, was sweating cold sweat. He could only strenuously carry him away from the stage. Fortunately, every time he was half dead and half alive for a period of time, he could be vigorous and lively again. He would change the venue and continue to go up the stage to compete, humiliating himself and boosting his opponent's confidence.
This fellow who was clamoring to treat his good brother to a few catties of cooked beef, was he well now? Had he earned enough money to buy a sword? Had he met a good girl that he liked?
He said that a good girl did not have to be good-looking, but must be a kind girl, a silly girl who was willing to wait for him to practice his sword and have a bright future.
Xu Fengnian suddenly came back to his senses and said, "Of course!"
Yu Youwei was baffled and did not refute. How could she stop His Highness, who had grown up in a mountain of gold and silver and had never been afraid of spending money on nothing, when he said he wanted to reward her? Besides, why should she stop him? When she was still the number one courtesan in Liangzhou, she had heard the young courtesans say that although many dandy young masters spent lavishly in the brothels as if they were from the top aristocratic families, in reality, they were just competing to save face. When they returned home, they would be beaten by their fathers. Moreover, they were often even colder and stingier to the servants by their side. In comparison, Yu Youwei preferred this His Royal Highness, who was willing to spend a fortune on anyone. The evil servants of the Prince's Mansion were willing to fight to the death for His Royal Highness, acting as accomplices to the evildoer. However, Yu Youwei had privately heard a secret that when Hsu Fengnian was in danger and was about to be assassinated, several evil servants did not hesitate to use their bodies to block the sword. They faced death one after another without fear. As for the reason behind this, Yu Youwei did not dare to investigate.
Hsu Fengnian picked up the wine bowl and was about to drink. He raised the large white bowl in his hand and asked Jiang Ni, "How much do you think I should reward them?"
Jiang Ni sneered, "It's not my silver. If you want to reward them, go ahead. Even a thousand gold is fine."
Hsu Fengnian said self-mockingly, "I didn't bring that much, and I can't bear to. It's better to be frugal when going out. Alright, round it up and give them a thousand taels."
Hsu Fengnian snapped his fingers. Blue Bird, who was most in tune with His Royal Highness, turned around and went into the carriage to get the banknotes. If it was a thousand taels of silver, the two injured swordsmen would be so tired that they would vomit blood just by carrying them. If they went out and exposed themselves, wasn't that just seeking death? Did they really think that the world was peaceful and no one would pick up lost things?
Jiang Ni, whose face was full of indifference, quietly turned her head. The little girl, who was not good at math, stretched out her fingers to calculate. If one hand wasn't enough, she added another small hand with calluses. After much difficulty, she calculated the result. Her face immediately fell. A thousand taels, one copper coin per word. A thousand copper coins was one tael of silver. Wouldn't she have to read a whole million words of secret manuals and classics?!
She might not even be able to earn a thousand taels of silver even if she finished reading that box of books!
Practicing the sword seemed to be quite good. Didn't those two wanderers earn a thousand taels with just a few bowls of wine?
Jiang Ni, who was secretly calculating, sighed and muttered, "But practicing the sword is really hard."
Raising her head to look at the old God of Swords, who was once invincible in the world but only had one arm left, Jiang Ni felt that it was better to give up. Studying and earning money was good enough.
The two swordsmen didn't hear the rumor that His Royal Highness had said, "It's a skill and should be rewarded." They were very disheartened. Moreover, they didn't even have the energy to drink milk in this competition, so the fighting momentum was inevitably weakened. They were suspected of having a strong start but weak finish. Those onlookers who didn't need to move their hands and only needed to move their mouths to drink wine couldn't see the knack, but how could they not see the difference in the intensity of the fight? Seeing that the two wanderers were getting more and more sloppy in their fight, they began to jeer and boo. On the official road, the two swordsmen, whose mouths were full of dust, had the urge to rush over and beat these bastards up. However, with the presence of the high and mighty Crown Prince, they could only suffer in silence. Indeed, as Xu Fengnian had predicted, even their new clothes were bought on credit. Their swords, which were worth some money, were already in their possession. Otherwise, they would have lost everything and would not be able to face their confidantes, who were eagerly waiting for them to go back and buy rouge and face powder.
The heavens had opened their eyes!
Blue Bird walked slowly, handing two stacks of five hundred taels of silver notes to the young swordsmen. One of them couldn't help but look at the beauty in front of him when he took the notes. His vision blurred and he flew backward, landing heavily on the ground. The other wanderer was shocked. He didn't care about exposing himself and hurriedly ran over to help his companion. He hurriedly took a small path to escape.
Seeing this funny scene, Yu Youwei couldn't help but smile.
Hsu Fengnian didn't smile at all. He just lowered his head and drank a mouthful of wine. He said to himself, "Wen Hua, so what if you can't afford a good sword? I hope you can always carry this broken wooden sword and become famous all over the world. When the time comes, according to our agreement, you will treat me to beef and I will cheer you on. "
The old God of Swords, Li Chungang's expression changed slightly.
Looking at His Royal Highness, who was acting a little strange today, the old man habitually tugged at his sheepskin coat and said softly, "Boy, find a time to fight with that Lu fellow. This Old Man will watch the show. It's more interesting than watching two idiots who don't even deserve to carry a sword fooling around."
Hsu Fengnian, who was busy thinking about the promise he made years ago, didn't hear the old man's words clearly. He raised his head and asked in surprise, "What?"
The old man, who had always been sarcastic to His Highness the Crown Prince, felt as if the sun had risen from the west. He said calmly, "I'll let you fight with the one surnamed Lu.
Hsu Fengnian said in a low voice, "Alright!"
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