(Today's two chapters are 8,500 words. Tomorrow's first chapter will be after 12 o 'clock.)
Admiring the moon and admiring the lake, taking liberties with the little beauty, and also carving a string of absurd characters on the stone tablet, Hsu Fengnian was completely satisfied. Together with Wang Chudong, he returned to Mount Lao on a turtle. Ning Emei and the others felt relieved. Returning to the Wang family's courtyard, they first sent the little girl to the small courtyard door. Seeing that there was no one around, Hsu Fengnian kissed her again. The girl returned to the courtyard and sat on the swing. She stood on her tiptoes and gently swayed. Wang Chudong's finger was on her lips, the corners of her mouth lifted in a smile. She thought of the many things he said, "If I could walk the Jianghu just by relying on my handsome appearance, this Heir Apparent would have been unparalleled in the world long ago." Shameless and shameless, Wang Chudong thought about it and laughed, and laughed without stopping.
Hsu Fengnian's praise of her talent was not wrong. This girl had read a lot of books since she was a child, including the Four Books and Five Classics, and also casual books. Therefore, Wang Chudong's writing was always natural. In Qingzhou, there was a custom of writing on the second day of the second month. She wrote, "The sound of frogs passing through the green screen, outside the building, the waves of the great river washing away the sand." Half of it was in the boudoir, but the second half took a sharp turn to show off her heroism. Therefore, when people commented on "Snow on the East Wing," they all said that Wang Chudong used light ink to write strong feelings, often with hundreds of twists and turns, word by word penetrating people's hearts. She deeply understood the saint's saying, "Joy without lust, sorrow without pain." At the end of the book, "May all lovers find their way together."
Wang Linquan walked into the small courtyard and swung the swing for his daughter. He laughed and said, "Father was right. His Royal Highness is clearly a clever and clever person. Like I said, the son taught by the Great General and Wangfei can't be too bad. Hey, that year His Highness was already holding a saber. Today, seeing two sabers in your hands, I am very gratified. Father hates seeing those self-proclaimed gentle, courteous, and thrifty Confucian scholars in Qingzhou. They are far less straightforward and straightforward than His Highness. I heard you hit Commander Zhao's son in the teahouse? Well done! If you don't hit them, they won't learn from their mistakes. I was just thinking of using money to make these guys see if a woman's pillow talk is more powerful than real money. "
Wang Chudong nodded, turned his head and said, "Father, I won't write the epilogue of East Wing."
Wang Linquan sat on one side of the swing and said kindly, "If you don't want to write, then don't write. Otherwise, the concubines in the palace won't miss you as if they've been possessed."
The little girl mischievously said, "There will definitely be people who will say that my talents have run out."
Wang Linquan laughed heartily and said, "That bunch of poor and pedantic scholars have nothing better to do. They can't hold a brush to write a good poem, they can't mount a horse and lift a saber to kill the enemy. Why should I care about them? My daughter scolding them is already giving them a lot of face. "
Before Wang Linquan left, he said earnestly, "Daughter, it's still too early to make a private commitment. Wait for another two years."
Wang Chudong, whose face was flushed red, waved his small fist.
Wang Linquan came to His Royal Highness' small courtyard and knocked on the door. He saw His Highness sitting in the middle of the courtyard with a red sandalwood sword case on the table. Only the maidservant Blue Bird was standing to the side. Hsu Fengnian was just about to get up when Wang Linquan said in a panic, "Your Highness, you don't have to get up. This old servant doesn't dare to accept."
Hsu Fengnian didn't say much. The difference in status and etiquette couldn't be dispelled with just a few words. After Wang Linquan sat down, he carefully looked at the sword case that he didn't dare to forget for so many years. After all the old soldiers left the Beiliang army, there were a few things that they couldn't forget. When he was in the barracks, there was an invincible "Xu" flag. Wang Linquan was a real soldier of Xu Xiao and was fortunate enough to see and remember more things. One of them was the sword case on the table. The sword case was hidden in the sword case. In Wangfei's hands, it could be described as "Ten Thousand Li Grieving Wind, One Cold Sword". It was worthy of being called the first sword in the world. There was a poem in the previous generation that said, "One Sword Light Thirty Provinces, Gang Qi Shooting Bull". It was enough to show Wangfei's peerless talent. Wang Linquan's eyes filled with hot tears as he looked at the sword case. These years, he was stained with the stench of money. But in the dead of the night, every time he thought about the General's ferocious army and throwing a hundred thousand horse whips into the river, he would be extremely excited. It was this spirit that supported Wang Linquan until today.
Hsu Fengnian slowly closed his eyes and brushed two fingers across the sword case. There were eighteen words engraved on the sword case.
It was his mother who had personally written them. His mother was the previous Sword Crown of the Wu family. Although she had betrayed the family for Xu Xiao, many of the rules were still followed. After she passed away, the Armored Sword Attendant Zhao Yutai guarded the grave and buried the sword. It wasn't accurate to call it a cenotaph. The Wu family's sword tomb was fully deserving of being called a sword tomb. Cultivators did not respect the Way of the Heavens. Even if they cultivated until their hair turned white, they still couldn't enter the Way of the Heavens. So on and so forth. If a swordsman didn't respect or feel close to his sword, most likely his realm wouldn't be very high. Although Đồng Thái, who had carried the great cauldron of swordsmanship for Li Chungang, casually carried a peach blossom branch and seemed unrestrained and not proper as an expert, Đồng Thái had already made it clear that it wasn't that he disdained to carry a sword. It was just that there were very few opponents in the world who were worthy of him using a sword. Wang Xianzhi was one of them, and Cao Guanzi and the like were only half a match.
Hsu Fengnian's journey this time wasn't simply to vent the resentment he'd held in for three years. Other than secretly drawing the geography of several thousand li, it was also to connect with Wang Linquan and the other former Beiliang subordinates. These weren't imparted to him by Xu Xiao, who was publicly acknowledged in the dynasty as a lovable father who never nagged Fengnian about how to act and how to conduct himself. Ren Tu only allowed His Royal Highness to cause trouble, and then happily cleaned up his son's mess. His Royal Highness had groups of retainers and death warriors under his command. Why did he have to practice the blade alone? He didn't really want to simply be a fierce general who charged and broke through enemy lines. For this kind of thing, he had a younger brother, Huang Man'er, who was born with divine strength. In the future, Xu Longxiang would carry the blade. Who could compete with him? No matter what, it wouldn't be Hsu Fengnian's turn. Was it for Old Huang's sake? Did he want to retrieve the sword case at the top of Martial Emperor's City for the old servant who had lost his front teeth? Part of the reason was, but the most secretive was the most difficult thing for the Xu family to let go of.
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