Once the fire and smoke of war started, many people would die, but it was destined that a small group of people would emerge and eventually firmly occupy a place in the annals of history. Now the key point was whether West Chu or Liyang had more people. Intuition told the Hsu Fengnian that the latter had more people, but West Chu had always produced great talents since ancient times. Once they made a name for themselves, they would amaze the world with a single brilliant feat. Perhaps one or two young talents would emerge who would inherit Cao Changqing's mantle.
The carriage stopped temporarily at the northeastern border of Guangling Road. At this time, the entrances and exits around Guangling Road had been completely closed. This was the last hidden exit of Guangling Road. A lot of people with Jianghu background and connections had flooded into Wu Wu City to take refuge. One of the Vassal King Zhao Yi's trusted aides was guarding this place. Probably because he had received his master's instructions, he was not afraid of being impeached by the Imperial Censor and chose to turn a blind eye to it. Of course, if someone wanted to leave the country, it was impossible to do so without ruthlessly losing a layer of skin. Conservatively speaking, Zhao Yi's Spring Snow Building had earned more than two million taels of silver in a short span of twenty years, not to mention the countless antiques, treasures, calligraphy and paintings, which were all being transported to the end of Guangling River by cart.
There were probably three thousand strong elite Zhao Family's light cavalry guarding the place. Although the road here was crowded, it was not chaotic. As for the wealth of the family, as long as there was enough money, the young general of the Spring Snow Building, Song Li, who had three thousand cavalry, could even allow people to enter the courier road to hasten their journey. If there was not enough money, it was not a problem. As long as there were beautiful women in the family, they could offer them with both hands. Everyone in the Guangling Path knew that the distinguished scholar Song Li was fond of women and did not like dead objects. No matter how valuable an object was, he would give it away as he wished. Only he was fond of collecting beautiful women. Song Li, who was not yet 30 years old, was not satisfied even when he was already drunk on the lap of a beauty. It was rumored that there were no less than twenty stunning beauties in his family. There were women from the imperial family of a fallen country who had wandered among the common people, young heroines from Jianghu sects, and even women from aristocratic families who were willing to have an affair for him. Among these women, there was no doubt that the most famous was Banana Deer, who was ranked sixth on the New Rouge Ranking. This delicate woman could be said to have had a difficult life. Originally, she had passed through the hands of many people, but fortunately, she was not labeled as a beautiful woman with a short life.
Song Li's origins had always been unclear. He gave people the feeling that he had inexplicably become the new celebrity of the Guangling Path's important military location, the Spring Snow Building. However, after that, he had always been deeply trusted by the vassal king and was even close to His Royal Highness, Zhao Yuang. What was even more inconceivable was that Zhao Yuang, the grandson of the Zhao Family with such a bad reputation, was able to remain calm in front of the beautiful women in Song Li's family. He was even able to respectfully address Banana Deer as sister-in-law. Furthermore, the Spring Snow Building was divided into two camps. Lu Sheng, who had already entered the capital and been promoted, was in the same camp as Zhang Erbao and the other generals. He had always been at odds with the chief advisor, who had a bumpy career because of his ugly appearance. Song Li, on the other hand, was able to make friends with both sides.
Hsu Fengnian stayed at an inconspicuous inn in the military town. The price had already increased by many times. It cost 30 taels of silver a day, and it was not even enough to stay in a second-class room. Furthermore, because there were so many people coming and going, even if the bedding was carelessly washed, one could smell a strong sour smell of sweat. The horse grass used to pull the carriage had to be charged separately. It was even more expensive than the meals of the guests staying at other places. However, still, no one dared to complain. Hsu Fengnian's room was at the end of the corridor on the second floor. It was narrow and dark. Along the way, the initial banknotes had to be converted into money and had long been used up. Afterwards, he had cut off some real gold and silver from a group of bandits, which was more or less enough to cover the cost of crossing the border. If Hsu Fengnian wanted to reach the ownerless Eastern Sea Martial Emperor City as soon as possible, it would be a piece of cake. However, the current timing was not right. If he wanted to truly succeed, it was better to go at the right time than to go at the right time. That way, he would appear to be leisurely and carefree. Furthermore, he also wanted to take advantage of this period of time to take a few more glances at the people of West Chu.
At dusk, Hsu Fengnian went downstairs to make do with dinner. After chewing and swallowing slowly, he ordered a pot of tea. The waiter said that it was this year's Spring God Lake New Tea, but the tea in the cup was yellow and truly unbearable to look at. Inside the building, most of the guests were talking loudly. There was wine and tea. Hsu Fengnian discovered that there were almost no survivors of West Chu who had left their homes and headed north. After the Spring and Autumn Period, the territory of Liyang was vast. Because there were so many powerful vassals who had been given territories by the previous Emperor, a lot of news, neither light nor heavy, was blocked by the region. However, there were still some things that interested the entire court. One person spread to ten, and ten to a hundred. With the support of the relatively unobstructed post office, the news spread extremely quickly. For example, who was the top three in the court examination that appeared only once every three years? As for the martial arts and rouge reviews, there was no need to talk about them. However, in this month, there were only two things that the people of Liyang looked forward to the most. One was when West Chu would rise in rebellion, and the other was when they would hear the news of the death of the young vassal of Beiliang. This news of death was, of course, great news. In the eyes of many people, even though Beiliang had the surname Xu for more than 20 years, since the butcher Xu Xiao was dead, they might as well give it to Chen Zhibao, who had been the vassal for a period of time. Only then would everything be fine. In the eyes of the people, the new Liang Prince was the scoundrel who occupied the magpie's nest. The King of Shu, Chen Zhibao, could very well rule over two lands. The western front of Liyang would be peaceful and peaceful. It was better than letting the prodigal Hsu Fengnian squander 300,000 cavalrymen for no reason.
At this moment, everyone in the inn was discussing the second matter. After all, most of the people in the inn had a grassy atmosphere. As long as no one was implicated in the restoration of West Chu's country, it would not be a big deal. However, Wang Xianzhi, who had been given land without a single soldier, was an old monster who was "called the Emperor" on the same level as the Emperor of the Zhao Family. When they talked about this Martial Emperor, everyone was excited. In the inn, there was a table of guests with a different demeanor from the people of Jianghu. They were solemn and full of murderous intent. Most of them carried sabers of the same style. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this table belonged to a family of officials. Moreover, there were several retainers outside the inn with similar sabers. Their eyes were sharp, and they looked at everyone with the arrogance of a human looking at a dog. There were three men and one woman at the table. The woman lowered her head to eat and occasionally raised her head. Her appearance was ordinary, but she had a pair of spiritual eyes that made people forget the vulgarity. Especially when she looked around, it was enough to add a lot of color to her. Sitting beside her was a short and sturdy man in his thirties. The other two were carrying sabers, one old and one young. The old man was dressed in brocade. When he heard the boastful talk in the inn, he could not help but have a mocking expression. It was probably the expression of a person at the mouth of a well mocking a frog at the bottom of a well.
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