Hsu Fengnian said quietly, "Even if all the Beiliang cavalry are willing to follow Hsu Fengnian as rebels, how many people will die in battle in foreign lands? How many people will die in the world? If the Beiliang cavalry takes this opportunity to invade the Central Plains, not to mention being a sinner for all eternity, just Xu Xiao … will not be able to sleep well. "
Xu Yanbing said sincerely, "Being an official is harder than practicing martial arts. People who practice martial arts may be able to become grandmasters if they are stubborn. If an official is stubborn, there is no future. If being an official is already like this, there is no need to mention being a vassal king or an emperor."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "It is difficult to follow one's heart. There is no harm in settling for the second best and having a clear conscience."
There was silence for a moment.
Xu Yanbing suddenly asked, "What are you going to say next?"
Hsu Fengnian said quietly, "When the capital is established and the heat is enough, I will attend another court conference. After that, will Huan Wen or Qi Yanglong see me? Will they use emotion to move me, or will they use force to lure me? I am actually very curious. "
The Jiangnan Lu family had two ministers. The former Minister of Rites, Lu Daolin, and the former Minister of War, Lu Baijie, had both left the capital one after the other. One had retired and returned to his hometown, while the other had transferred to Guangling. At present, it seemed that their situation was much better than the Song family. However, under the surging undercurrents, as long as one did not die and had not received the final posthumous title, no one knew whether the final outcome would be good or bad.
Kong Zhenrong of the Ministry of War, Yan Chiji of the Hanlin Academy.
Chen Wang, Sun Yin, Lu Xu.
The Scholar Yan Jiexi, Assistant Minister of Rites Jin Lanting.
There were also two groups of nobles led by Yin Changgeng and Wang Yuanran.
It seemed that Hsu Fengnian knew more people than expected.
Xu Yanbing's expression was worried. "But what if the court refuses to let go of the transport?"
Hsu Fengnian's answer shocked even Xu Yanbing.
"Liang Mang won't have any war for a short period of time. You, Li Yang, have the best Beiliang cavalry in the world, but you don't use them. You just watch as West Chu wins one battle after another. Isn't that too outrageous? I, Hsu Fengnian, am still willing to help the Imperial Court solve their problems. The bottom line is that the Imperial Court is stingy and doesn't want to give Beiliang food. But that's fine, Beiliang is still willing to send troops! Not only do we have to dispatch troops, we have to have the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry rush to Guangling Road! "
Xu Yanbing rubbed his chin. "If I were sitting on the dragon throne, I would have a headache."
Hsu Fengnian sat up and squinted his eyes as he smiled. "Not only do I have a headache, but even Li Yang's crotch hurts!"
At this moment, Xu Yanbing glanced at the courtyard wall, a cold smile on his lips.
Hsu Fengnian sighed. "It reminds me of Qi Jiaje from Escape Summer Town. His entrance posture is carved from the same mold. He wants nothing more than to be closer to the sword than to Huang Qing."
The Posthouse Officer surnamed Hong walked into the courtyard with a sullen face. He said carefully, "Your Highness, there is a guest outside the posthouse."
Hsu Fengnian nodded. "I know. Go back and tell him that I told him to get lost."
The Posthouse Officer's face visibly twitched, but he still respectfully left the courtyard.
Not long after, someone spoke in a clear voice that could be heard even from two streets away. "I am Qi Jiaje's first disciple, Li Haoran! I invite the King of Beiliang to a battle to the death! "
Hsu Fengnian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Xu Yanbing was the same. He clicked his tongue and said, "Is this guy's brain flooded with water? A battle to the death? "
Coincidentally, right after the famous swordsman of the capital, Li Haoran's challenge, another loud voice anxiously shouted, "Motherf * cker! I don't care whose disciple you are. I came to the Mawei Posthouse first. If I didn't go to the latrine just now, you wouldn't have had a chance! If I want to fight with the King of Beiliang, I'll be the first one! King of Beiliang, don't listen to the nonsense of this guy next to me! I'll go first, I'll go first! I am Wu Laifu, a hero from Jinzhou in Liaodong. Today, I would like to challenge Your Highness to a battle! I would like to challenge Your Highness! "
Soon, the hero from the posthouse, who had almost been intercepted by Li Haoran, added, "Your Highness, we're actually from the same hometown!"
Hsu Fengnian, who was sitting on a rattan chair, held his forehead.
Xu Yanbing asked, "Should I just send him away?"
Hsu Fengnian stood up and joked, "It's fine. I'm going to see my fellow countryman."
But when Hsu Fengnian walked out of the posthouse, he saw that the street was deserted. There was only a handsome young swordsman standing there, and countless heads poking out of the windows of the restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the street.
Hsu Fengnian was somewhat puzzled. He turned to the Posthouse Officer and asked, "That guy from Jinzhou in Liaodong?"
The Posthouse Officer had a strange expression on his face as he whispered, "Reporting to Your Highness, for some reason, that person didn't even see Your Highness' figure when he yelled 'killing intent', and then … then he ran away like a wisp of smoke."
Hsu Fengnian was speechless.
This guy was a talent.
He had the style of a certain person back in the day.
Li Haoran, who had lost all of his momentum because of that guy's antics, had a gloomy expression. But when he saw the King of Beiliang in his embroidered robe appear, he felt an inexplicable surge of emotions. His sword heart was instantly covered in dust, and it was no longer as bright and clear as when he first appeared.
What was even more frustrating was that the bastard surnamed Wu from Liaodong had returned. He trotted all the way to Li Haoran's side, with a rusty iron saber in a black scabbard at his waist. He grinned foolishly and said, "King of Beiliang, as usual, I'll go first. I had something to do just now, so I went to the neighboring street. Today, I, Wu Laifu, don't dare to disturb Your Highness too much. As long as Your Highness can take one saber strike from me, just one saber strike! I'll leave without another word. How about it? "
Hsu Fengnian smiled playfully and nodded, "Okay."
Countless onlookers behind the windows on both sides of the street saw that guy step out and shout angrily.
He suddenly pulled out his saber, but didn't move forward.
Then.
There was no then.
Li Haoran took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.
The street was dead silent.
After a long wait, the saberman put his saber back into its scabbard, stood still, and cupped his fists. He said, "King of Beiliang, you've reached the mysterious realm of having a saber in your heart even without a saber in your hand! This time, we've exchanged blows at the peak, and I've lost! The mountains will not change, and the rivers will flow forever. We'll meet again someday! "
The swordsman turned around, shook his head, and strode away.
He fully displayed the "demeanor of a master".
"Son of a bitch, I've been waiting for you for a long time. You should at least give me a saber strike!"
"Bastard, you still want to exchange blows at the peak? Peak your ass!"
"You're called Wu Laifu, right? I'll remember you! I'll find someone to beat you to death later! "
Countless curses were hurled on the street. Some extremely angry onlookers not only threw teacups and wine bowls out of the window, but the hot-tempered ones even smashed chairs on the street.
There were even a few groups of people who couldn't bear it anymore. They had already rushed to the street, wanting to teach that guy a lesson.
Unfortunately, that guy quickly disappeared. The crowd couldn't help but sigh. Not to mention how good his martial arts were, he ran very fast.
The green-robed swordsman, Li Haoran, who had finally recovered his calm state of mind, said in a deep voice, "King of Beiliang, can we fight now?"
The crowd thought that the good show had finally begun.
As the first disciple of Mister Qi, Li Haoran was also one of the top swordsmen in the capital. Even if he couldn't win against the young King of Jianghu, it shouldn't be a problem for him to exchange thirty or forty blows, right? Then, the Feng Shui treasured land that they had spent a lot of money to fight for would be worth it.
Hsu Fengnian didn't pay attention to Li Haoran. Instead, he looked at the end of the street.
Three figures, tall and short, old and young, stood side by side without making a sound.
Further behind the three, there was a man with a green-robed child sitting on his neck.
There was also a young Taoist who appeared from the corner. He had a peach wood sword on his waist, and his Taoist robe fluttered as he walked. He was an immortal.
At some unknown time, Xu Yanbing had come to Hsu Fengnian's side.
Hsu Fengnian did not pay attention to these people who were receiving guests for Great Peace City. He raised his head to look at the roof of a restaurant and suppressed his laughter.
There was a strange little girl wearing a cheap mink hat sitting there, munching on a large flatbread.
She was leisurely.
Hsu Fengnian's mood immediately became good.
His smile was bright.
There were many brave young women who had spent a lot of money to buy seats on the street. When they saw this scene, they were stunned.
The little girl on the roof snorted.
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