Hsu Fengnian laughed and scolded, "Xu Xiao doesn't know anything about poetry."
However, His Royal Highness added softly, "But the little girl's poem is indeed a little interesting."
Yu Youwei smiled. Wu Meiniang, who was getting fatter, stretched lazily in her arms.
In the ghost town of Xiangfan, there was one of the six feudal lords, the King of Jing An.
Zhao Heng was one of the few princes in the imperial family who was good at both civil and martial arts, but he was neither high nor low. His literary talent was not as good as his younger brother, the King of Huainan, and his martial arts were not as good as his two brothers, the King of Yanlu and Guangling. Perhaps it was because he was disheartened that he began to believe in the teachings of Huang Laozi when he was young. At one point, he had thought of going to Mount Longhu to become a Taoist priest. In the last two years, he had abandoned Taoism and studied Buddhism. He had mustered a lot of people and had specially asked His Majesty for a special decree to go to the Two Zen Temples to burn incense. He had even taken the initiative to become a disciple of the black-clothed monk, Yang Taisui. Unfortunately, the sickly old monk had turned a deaf ear to him and had never paid him any attention.
Zhao Heng was now studying the Western Sect. He had a hundred and eight luan beads in his hands all year round. He was as melancholic and fickle as a woman.
Xu Xiao had said that Zhao Heng was as gloomy as a jealous woman. He prayed to Buddhism because he had committed too many sins in his early years. He wanted to have peace of mind. Among the six feudal lords, he was the least manly one.
The three ships had not gone far from Mount Mao when two ships from the Spring God Lake approached them. Compared to the ship Hsu Fengnian was standing on, it paled in comparison.
Hsu Fengnian squinted his eyes and looked over. The Beiliang cavalry had destroyed cities and destroyed countries with irresistible force during the Spring and Autumn War. It could be said that they were invincible. However, they were not good at naval warfare. Therefore, Hsu Fengnian had done a lot of research on the navies of various countries during the Spring and Autumn War. There were more than forty types of warships of different sizes on the Spring and Autumn War, and he had dabbled in many of them. The ship in front of him was called the Yellow Dragon. In the Qingzhou Navy, it was only slightly inferior to the Green Dragon Ship and the Six Tooth Giant Warship. When it passed through the sea, it was already an imposing and majestic object. It had three floors and a height of six zhang. It was decorated with red lacquer and was wrapped in iron armor. There was also a stable for horses.
Unfortunately, Hsu Fengnian's ships could not withstand a few lashes. However, the Qingzhou Navy was even more unfortunate. This was because the one standing at the bow of the ship was Beiliang, His Royal Highness.
Hsu Fengnian calmly said, "General Ning, go and get the halberd."
Ning Emei, who had a gentle personality, revealed a rare evil grin. He turned around and went to the cabin to retrieve the iron halberd. He even carried the short halberd bag on his back.
Lu Yangshu and the other two were naturally prepared to jump off the ship and fight. Ordinary soldiers really could not withstand the torment of three second-level experts. However, civilians did not fight with officials, and heroes did not violate the rules. There were some innate taboos. However, when they thought of who it was that taught Jianghu this bloody truth, the three immediately felt incomparably relaxed.
Hsu Fengnian had Yu Youwei return to the cabin first. He raised his head and saw the silkpants surnamed Zhao, who had been kicked by Lü Qiantang yesterday, standing on the third floor of the Yellow Dragon Ship with a group of disreputable friends. They were pointing and discussing. Were they pretending to give pointers?
The Yellow Dragon Ship gradually approached. They could clearly see that the giant paddle pole was ready.
In front of the paddle pole and brandishing its claws, the brother-in-law surnamed Zhao held a white porcelain wine cup with two fingers. He looked quite confident and unrestrained. He shouted at Hsu Fengnian, "Foreigner, do you still dare to act rashly?!"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and replied, "Sure, I really want to weigh the weight of the Qingzhou ship. I'm just afraid that you guys are only pleasing to the eye but not useful."
The man surnamed Zhao subconsciously glanced at the young master surnamed Zhao from the corner of his eye. This person of the same age had an elegant appearance, but his actions were low-key and restrained. Even when interacting with them, he did not put on any airs. He had an excellent reputation in Qingzhou. The son of the governor looked down from above and asked, "Do you dare to repeat what you said yesterday?!"
Hsu Fengnian knew that this was a trap that could be seen through at a glance, but he still smiled indifferently and said, "The name of the King of Jing An? What harm is there in saying it? The son of the Vassal King, Zhao Heng, is standing here. I can still beat him to the point that when he returns home, even Zhao Heng won't be able to recognize him. "
The man surnamed Zhao was overjoyed. He glanced at the refined young man beside him, who no one in Qingzhou dared to call himself a young master of a noble family in front of, and revealed a hint of gloominess that was hard to see.
The fair-skinned young master with a jade-like complexion took a step forward. As soon as he stepped forward, the foppish Zhao immediately retreated.
The young master looked straight at Hsu Fengnian and said calmly, "Don't regret it."
Hsu Fengnian raised his hand. The one hundred Phoenix Battalion soldiers on the three ships all came out of their cabins. They stood with crossbows in their hands, and the moment they unsheathed their standard Beiliang blades that were as clear as snow.
As a result, it was the Qingzhou Navy that was in a difficult position.
Was there really going to be a battle on the water today?
The commander of the Phoenix Battalion, Yuan Meng, was even more fearless. He repeatedly made hand signals to supervise the battle. The Phoenix Battalion was originally the cream of the crop among Beiliang's light cavalry. They were among the best in horse battles, foot battles, and night battles. The boatman at the helm had long been controlled. The three ships instantly drew an arc, forming a triangle. Although the Beiliang army was not good at water battles, that was only in comparison to horse battles. What about the Qingzhou Navy? Back when the Beiliang cavalry surrounded Xiangfan, the navy soldiers on these two ships were still sucking on their mother's milk, right? Xishu had once chiseled a stone wall and hung three iron chains to block the river in an attempt to stop the navy that Beiliang had put together at the last minute. Who would have thought that the battle on the water would end before it even started? The natural defenses along the river were completely destroyed by the Beiliang army. Strictly speaking, the Beiliang army could be considered half of the ancestors of the Qingzhou Navy.
Hsu Fengnian laughed mockingly and said, "Do you dare to fight?"
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