Xu Yanbing, who was leaning against the pillar outside the door, let out a heavy sigh. The martial artist who had been suppressing his anger was ready to make a move.
Xu Yanbing was not Chancellor Wang. He was a martial artist and would always use his fists to solve things instead of using his mouth.
His fellow disciple Han Laoshan, the current General of Lingzhou, was the first person he wanted to beat up tonight.
However, Xu Yanbing was stunned for a moment because a white robe was slowly walking over from not far away.
In Xu Yanbing's eyes, this young man with a dark background was probably the only person in the world who was more handsome than Chen Yu and at the same time, more handsome than Hsu Fengnian.
In his early years, he met His Royal Highness in Jianghu and once flipped through books in Tide-listening Pavilion. Later on, he also lent His Royal Highness a knife to roam Jianghu.
White Fox's face.
He brushed past Jinbao Room and walked behind Chancellor Wang. He stood at the door and said with a cold expression, "Hsu Fengnian, are you a man or not? If you are, then go to Guangling Road, I will accompany you. "
Hsu Fengnian did not stand up and asked softly, "I will not bring a single soldier and will come back quickly, how about that?"
Beiliang's Governor Chu Lushan, who had been pretending to be deaf and mute, stood up with difficulty. For the first time, he used an unquestionable tone to shake his head at 'His Royal Highness' and said, "I, Chu Lushan, will be the first to disagree!"
Yan Wenluan also stood up, "I, Yan Wenluan, will not agree!"
Xu Beizhi and Chen Xiliang stood up at almost the same time and said in unison that they did not agree.
Almost everyone stood up and did not agree.
Among them were Yuan Zuozong and Qi Dangguo who were Xu Xiao's adopted sons, Li Hanlin who was a brother, Great Ancestor Gu Huang Shang who was personally brought to Beiliang by Hsu Fengnian and given a high position, Chang Sui, Xu Huang and Hong Yu who were young and strong generals that Hsu Fengnian had high hopes for.
None of them agreed.
Hsu Fengnian slowly stood up and looked at the face of the white fox with a forced smile.
Bai Hu 'er did not say a word. She only took down the Xiudong Saber from her waist and threw it to Hsu Fengnian. She said calmly, "Just follow me."
Xu Yanbing stood beside White Fox with his arms crossed and nodded at the young Vassal Lord.
Hsu Fengnian subconsciously reached out to take the familiar Embroidered Winter Saber. Then, the light in front of him dimmed. It turned out that Huang Man'er was standing in front of him, blocking everyone. He hit his fist against his palm and said coldly, "Whoever stops my brother will die!"
Hsu Fengnian gently patted Huang Man'er's shoulder. The latter turned his head. Hsu Fengnian said softly, "Sit back down."
Xu Longxiang shook his head.
Hsu Fengnian said indifferently, "Sit back down."
Xu Longxiang roared, "No!"
Bai Hu 'er squinted her peach blossom eyes. She pressed her thumb on the hilt of the Spring Thunder Saber and was about to pull it out of the scabbard.
Hsu Fengnian sat back down and put the Embroidered Winter Saber on his knee. He bent down again to pick up the fire tongs. His lips moved slightly.
A subtle sizzling sound was particularly ear-piercing in the silent hall.
It was like a drop of water falling into the fire.
Bai Hu 'er's face was full of anger, "Hsu Fengnian!"
Even Xu Yanbing was full of murderous intent. He looked at Han Laoshan and said, "If you don't sit down, then take a shot from me. Next year during the Qingming Festival, I, Xu Yanbing, will help you toast. "
Xu Yanbing didn't know why, but when he saw this guy, he actually blinked and smiled inexplicably.
On the main seat, Hsu Fengnian, whose expression could not be seen, lowered his head and said sadly, "I'll be back soon." Then he disappeared in a flash. In less than half an hour, the young king returned to his seat.
During this period, the young man went to the ownerless house. This year, for the first time, a Spring Festival couplet was pasted outside the shabby house with the word "Spring". He did not put it up himself. Instead, he asked his two disciples, Wang Sheng and Yu Dilong, to secretly come here.
He originally hoped to take her back to Mount Qingliang and see if she would be a little surprised.
It seemed that he was going to break his promise.
Hsu Fengnian rubbed his cheeks and raised his head.
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In the Central Plains, there were Lunar New Year celebrations everywhere. In the capital of West Chu, the sound of firecrackers was even louder. In the atmosphere of celebration, a young woman in a dragon robe sat alone in the imperial study in the imperial palace. There was a big stove with a lot of charcoal beside her feet. It had been burning since dusk until now. The charcoal fire was just right, warm but not hot. The Empress of West Chu did not feel sleepy. She sat on a small stool, curled up, and put her chin on her hands. There was a small gourd tied to her wrist. There was a trembling sound from it, light and sweet. People lived in a lifetime, plants and trees in autumn. Naturally, grass and insects lived and died in a hurry. However, Da Chu's imperial palace had a tradition long ago. Every year, the Imperial Household Department would catch crickets and other insects in embroidered cages on the heated kang, cover them with soil and water them. After that, they would lay eggs. When winter came, they would be used for the New Year's Eve banquet. Their loud chirps and firecrackers complemented each other. At this time, the small gourd in Jiang Si's hand contained a few long-lived insects. They spread their wings and chirped incessantly. The gourd was a homonym for good fortune. In ancient books, there was a record of "eating melons in July and breaking the pot in August." There was also a saying among the people that it could absorb all the evil Qi between heaven and earth. Therefore, the successive empresses of Da Chu's imperial palace would personally plant gourd seedlings every spring. When the gourd shed was lush and green in midsummer, it would be picked in autumn. The Imperial Household Department would either make it into a water ladle or a wine pot, and then the Emperor would bestow it to the meritorious ministers. Jiang Si raised her arm and looked at the small yellow gourd. She was not thinking about Da Chu's Jiang family's tradition. Instead, she was thinking about the greenery of the vegetable garden on the mountain. Every day, after working, she would squat there and personally watch the greenery grow thicker. She had never mentioned that kind of joy to others. She had never shared that joy with anyone, not even her uncle and the old man in the sheepskin fur coat. Ever since she could remember things, even now that she was sitting on the Dragon Throne of the West Chu Emperor, she still felt that in this life, only that little vegetable garden truly belonged to her. What Da Chu's country, what West Wall's battlefield, what capital? She was unfamiliar with them and could never get close to them.
She moved books to Mount Wudang. Later, she read for a certain someone to earn money. Later, she practiced calligraphy and swordsmanship with Li Chungang. In the end, she wore the most luxurious clothes in the world.
Jiang Si sighed. She pressed the small gourd to her ear and listened to the chirping inside. No matter how hard she tried, she could not hear the slightest hint of joy. She felt melancholy for no reason.
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