The high-spirited young master of Apricot Sword Furnace in the past, now the taciturn middle-aged swordsman Yue Zhuowu, interjected, "Cultivate the body, govern the country, and bring peace to the world, these are the 'family teachings' of the Confucian ancestors. If you can't even be a good person, how can you be a good official? Don't even mention governing the world and helping the people. What I hate the most is this kind of literati fishing for fame. For the sake of leaving their names in history, they conduct themselves without any bottom line to speak of. Especially that previous Grand Secretary of Liyang Bi Yan 'er, he's especially not a good thing! "
Hsu Fengnian suddenly came back to his senses. He turned his head and said, "It's hard to say about others, but only Zhang Julu, in my eyes, is a true scholar. If there can be one in a hundred years, it would be a blessing for the entire world."
Yue Zhuowu didn't blindly agree with Hsu Fengnian just because he was the King of Beiliang. He still persisted in his opinion. He shook his head and said, "He can even kill his own children, and I reckon he's in the right. This kind of person, even if he's an honest and upright official who doesn't corrupt or disturb the people, can't be much better."
Hsu Fengnian didn't argue with him either, only brushing it off with a laugh.
History was like a book. Some pages were extremely heavy. The hand that flipped the pages might not be able to flip them over without constantly pointing. The torch was passed down to the next generation. The person who held the torch might burn his arm, not even hesitating to immolate himself, all for the sake of bitterly waiting for the younger generation to take over the torch. In this world, there was a need for wise monarchs, famous ministers, heroes, ambitious and ruthless people, outstanding people, high-spirited people, high-spirited people, clear conversations … it needed many people. However, there were times when smart people each had their own style, but in reality, there was a need for one or two idiots.
Hsu Fengnian laughed softly for no reason. "Actually, that old scholar is pretty good. He blocks the road as a minister, makes way as a father. It's a pity he's not from our Beiliang."
Hong Shuwen, who had the nickname of a madman in the military, said heartlessly, "Your Highness, our Beiliang has armored cavalry, cold blades, strong crossbows, and big horses. It's already enough!"
Hsu Fengnian whispered, "I hope there will be a day when it won't be enough."
Hong Shuwen, who had been following Hsu Fengnian the whole way, suddenly sighed, "Wangye, if only I were a woman."
Wu Liuding suddenly felt his hair stand on end. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and said angrily, "Madman Hong, it's fine if you want to flatter me, but can you at least have some shame?"
Cui Hua smiled knowingly.
Hong Shuwen angrily said, "Laozi is a woman. Can't I go to Wutongin to serve tea to His Highness? What are you thinking about with six big vats?"
Then, Hong Shuwen turned his head and said with a mischievous smile, "Sister Cuihua, you have to be careful when you stay with this kind of pervert whose head is full of improper thoughts. But fortunately, sister Cuihua, your swordsmanship is better than six big vats. If he dares to touch you, you can cut off three of his legs. When the time comes, I will pick up one of them and make it into a dish to go with wine! "
Not only Wu Liuding couldn't take it anymore, Liu Jianzhi, Zhang Luantai, and the other men also couldn't take it. They all laughed and scolded Hong Shuwen for having such a strong taste.
Cui Hua, who liked to close her eyes all day long, slightly opened them. She looked at Hong Shuwen and slowly said, "What if one isn't enough to go with wine? How about I add yours? "
Hong Shuwen subconsciously covered his crotch and said awkwardly, "Sister Cuihua, there's no need. There's really no need. I just stopped drinking."
After talking and laughing, Hsu Fengnian narrowed his eyes and raised his head. Then, he quickly raised an arm.
An extraordinary bird of prey slanted down and stopped on Hsu Fengnian's arm.
After Hsu Fengnian read the secret letter in the bamboo joint, the gyrfalcon that had accompanied its master on three trips to Jianghu and two trips to the capital, lowered its head and intimately pecked the back of Hsu Fengnian's hand. Then, it flapped its wings and flew away.
Hsu Fengnian called Yuan Zuozong with a complicated expression. He said softly, "Brother Yuan, the main force of West Chu is under the command of Xie Xibian. She personally led the troops and began to break through the encirclement in the west. Cao Changqing has quietly left for Great Peace City alone. "
Yuan Zuozong was stunned and asked, "Cao Changqing is going north alone?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded heavily.
Yuan Zuozong sighed, "Why did this official, who was known to be good at ending things, end up in such a mess at the last moment?"
Xu Fengnian said with a low voice, "I can only make a rough guess. Cao Zhangqing might have chosen to betray many people in the end. Perhaps there was the Northern Mang Southern Dynasty's great clans who were enduring humiliation, Wang Sui who suddenly made a comeback, and even Gu Jiantang who had endured in the imperial court and the two Liao for many years. In order to restore the country, Cao Changqing had worked hard for twenty years. Unexpectedly, he was able to let go of it … "
Hsu Fengnian did not continue.
Yuan Zuozong was, after all, a person who knew a lot of inside information. He asked, "Is the rumor about West Chu that my foster father told me in the early years true?"
Hsu Fengnian suddenly smiled, "It is said that scholars are the most heartless. Fortunately, there was Cao Changqing who told the world that scholars can also be the most infatuated."
Yuan Zuozong wanted to say something but stopped.
For the first time, Hsu Fengnian was a little embarrassed. He stared at Yuan Zuozong and obviously did not want Yuan Zuozong to say anything.
Yuan Zuozong, who was always serious, smiled but did not say anything.
After a moment of silence, Yuan Zuozong could not help but say something. However, he did not use the honorific "Your Highness" as usual. Instead, he called him "Xiaonian" which sounded like a family. "Xiaonian, no matter what others think, I am very happy that you led the army to the south. The reason is very simple. I think this is what my foster father's eldest son should do."
Hsu Fengnian was a little helpless.
This kind of unreasonableness was indeed Xu Xiao's style.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Yuan Zuozong quickly added with a smile, "Of course, the Central Plains has not heard the sound of the horses of the Xu family for twenty years. We have to teach them a lesson!"
Yuan Zuozong raised his head and looked into the distance, "My foster father said that the only sound louder than thunder in the world is the sound of the horses of Beiliang!"
Hsu Fengnian whispered, "Xu Xiao would not say such heroic words. It must be my master who said it first. Then he borrowed it and did not return it. He also privately told my master not to say that he plagiarized it."
Yuan Zuozong was suddenly speechless. He rubbed his chin, "Now that you mention it, it is possible."
Hsu Fengnian laughed, "But there are some words, whether it is Xu Xiao who said it first or not, as long as he said it, it is heroic!"
The fact was also so. The Spring and Autumn War had already proved one thing.
There were some words that could only be said by the lame man!
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At this time, the Beiliang cavalry was heading south to the Central Plains.
A Confucian in green went from the south to the north.
Back then, the Cao family of Da Chu was the pride of the world. Nobody knew when he became a dissolute scholar. He left casually. When he became a chess piece waiting for the imperial order that day, he had never been so relieved.
After the mountains and rivers were shattered and the country was no more, this man in green entered the Liyang Imperial Palace. However, this was the last time he did not enter the city or the palace.
He was only one person in Great Peace City.
There was no one like him in history. The Overlord of West Chu, Cao Changqing!
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