The Crown Prince of Yan Chi, Zhao Zhu, was an uninvited guest. He could have sat next to the King of Jing An, Zhao Xun, but he was not particular about it. He rejected the arrangement of the Spring Snow Building and took the opportunity to sit at the back. There were two people on his left and right. One of them was Qi Shence, the son of a wealthy family who had studied at the Shangyin Academy. He had a handsome face and was very good-looking. He did not speak much but was not arrogant. He was very likable. On the right was a burly man called Zhou Daliang, an old subordinate of Lu Shengxiang. This time, he did not follow his benefactor to Ji Zhou to take up a post. Instead, he used his military exploits to stay in Guangling Road as the deputy general of Ya Zhou. He ate even more than Zhao Zhu did and was more likable. Qi Shence and Zhou Daliang didn't deliberately try to build up a relationship with His Highness, but the generals sitting next to them frequently came over to toast to them. Zhao Zhu didn't get tired of it. If you toast to me, I'll toast to you. Gradually, the two flatterers became familiar with Qi Shence and Zhou Daliang. In addition, Zhao Zhu seemed to have a natural ability to make people feel close to him. For a while, the five of them drank, urged, and avoided wine, each showing their own abilities. They didn't care about the rank of the officials. Wasn't it fun? Compared to the complicated relationships between the other seats, it could be said that the scenery here was unique.
Halfway through the wine, seven Sword Concubines of the Spring Snow Building entered the building with their swords. The seven of them were dressed in colorful clothes. They had graceful figures and slender waists. They were like a three-foot sword that could cut off the head of a hero.
The sword dance was dazzling. It was soul-stirring and dazzling.
When the seven Sword Concubines jumped up at the same time, it was as if a rainbow was hanging in the building.
After a famous scholar shouted, the whole room was filled with cheers.
Just as the seven Sword Concubines were about to leave, an extremely handsome stranger appeared at the entrance of the hall. It was hard to tell if he was a man or a woman.
The expression of Prince Zhao Yi of Guangling, who was coordinating with the person outside the door, changed dramatically. The luminous cup in his hand almost fell to the ground. This burly vassal of Guangling stared with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.
Zhao Zhu followed everyone's gaze and shuddered. His expression turned ugly, like a mouse seeing a cat. He wanted nothing more than to hide under the table.
The seven Sword Concubines that Spring Snow Building had painstakingly nurtured were blocked, unable to advance or retreat. They looked very pitiful.
The stranger who spoiled the mood was holding a jug of wine and sitting on the doorstep. Beside him walked five beautiful women in snow-white clothes. Compared to the seven already stunning swordsmen of the king's mansion, whether in terms of appearance or bearing, they were superior.
Five women in white, each with a saber, lined up in front of their master.
It was a famous saber of the old Southern Tang Dynasty.
The current standard saber of the Liyang Border Army and the fourth generation saber of the Beiliang Xu family were all examples.
General Zhennan Song Li's eyes lit up. He quickly recognized their identities. They were the personal maids of Nalan Youci, known as the "Two Vassal Kings of Nanjiang". Their names were also very strange. They were Dongyue, Xishu, Fengdu, Three Corpses, and Chenglu.
The five women in white simultaneously took a dozen steps forward. With a light shout, they drew their sabers and chopped down.
Just five sabers created a majestic momentum of thousands of cavalry breaking through the formation.
The seven Spring Snow Building Sword Concubines were so scared that they fled backward.
Most of the guests invited by Spring Snow Building were also pale. They didn't know what was going on. Was it Prince Zhao Yi of Guangling's ingenuity to liven things up? Or was there someone who dared to make trouble in Spring Snow Building?
Everyone only heard the handsome scholar sitting on the threshold, shaking the wine pot with one hand and patting his knee with the other. He sang loudly, "Please look carefully at the people in front of you. Every year, they bury the grass. More or less, there are graves in the grass. Every year, half of them are not swept!"
Now everyone understood that these people didn't get along with the Vassal King's Mansion. Otherwise, if it was the arrangement of Spring Snow Building, those words alone would be too unlucky.
Prince Zhao Yi of Guangling gritted his teeth. Lu Baijie looked calm. Wang Xionggui was puzzled. Song Li smiled playfully. Zhao Zhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The obese Zhao Yi slowly got up, squeezed out a smile, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Nalan, I don't know why you came to Spring Snow Building. Do you have something to discuss?"
Wang Xionggui, who was about to retire as the Administrator and return to the capital, was furious after hearing the title. He asked knowingly, "Who are you?!"
Nalan Youci, who was as charming as a god, stopped singing. He smiled intoxicatingly and pointed at himself. "Me?"
Then he got up leisurely. He had been drinking when he went upstairs. Before sitting down at the door of the top floor of the Spring Snow Building, he had already drunk more than half of the wine. His face was flushed, and he became more and more radiant. This advisor, who was only known by name in the entire Liyang Temple, laughed and said, "I, Nalan Youci, am a scholar!"
Following Nalan Youci's words, the five beautiful maids once again moved forward. Their figures spun in the air, and then they stepped heavily on the rich and luxurious clothes. They slashed out with their blades, and their imposing manner was even more powerful than before.
Nalan Youci slowly moved forward as if there was no one around. His words made the entire Guangling Path's dignitaries feel as if they were struck by lightning.
"One hundred and fifty thousand armored soldiers from Nanjiang went all the way to the north. They have already crossed the Guangling River!"
Wang Xionggui's face was pale, and he fell back to his seat.
Not only was this Guangling Path Administrator out of his wits, but there were also countless crisp sounds of wine cups breaking in the building.
Zhao Yi's face was gloomy, and he did not say a word.
Song Li narrowed his eyes and began to weigh the pros and cons.
Zhao Zhu was stunned on the spot. The Nanjiang army left their territory to the north without permission. Obviously, even he, the King of Yan Chi, and His Royal Highness were kept in the dark.
Lu Baijie gently put down the wine cup, stood up and asked in a deep voice, "What is the King of Yan Chi, Zhao Bing's intention?"
Nalan Youci seemed to be stumped by this question. He frowned and lowered his head to think for a moment. Then he suddenly raised his head and smiled, "Rebellion, isn't this obvious? Why? Mr. Tangxi, you don't believe me? "
Lu Baijie shook his head and smiled sarcastically.
At this time, two people walked in side by side. One of them was wearing a royal robe. He was a burly old man, and he was very similar to the Crown Prince of Yan Chi that everyone in the building was familiar with. However, compared to Zhao Zhu's frivolity, this old man was imposing.
The old man smiled and looked at the Guangling King, Zhao Yi, who was sitting high on the main seat. "Little Fatty Yi, how have you been? I have been in the barren Nanjiang for twenty years. I have been drooling over your Guangling Path for a long time! But then again, it should have been I, Zhao Yi, who owned Guangling. You, Zhao Yi, are only fit to help me guard the house for twenty years! "
Zhao Yi's face was ashen, and his lips were trembling.
However, compared to the King of Nanjiang who had not spoken in the Liyang Palace for more than twenty years, the King beside the old man who was also wearing a royal robe made all the dignitaries feel more terrified and desperate.
The former Protector General of Beiliang, the current King of Shu, Chen Zhibao!
If it was only Zhao Bing's Nanjiang army rebelling, Liyang and Gu Jiantang's two border armies going south to quell the rebellion, it would be nothing more than another disaster of West Chu's restoration.
However, once Zhao Bing had Chen Zhibao's help, everyone began to doubt whether the Liyang imperial court, which had shown signs of trouble since the Yong Hui Auspicious Talisman, would be able to luckily survive this calamity.
At this time, some people in the Spring Snow Building finally remembered the Northwest Armored Cavalry. They began to ask themselves, if he had the deterrence of the three hundred thousand loyal and devoted Armored Cavalry, would this Nanjiang barbarian, Zhao Bing, not dare to touch the Central Plains for the rest of his life, and could only slowly die of old age in the Man Miasma?
The butcher Xu Xiao was dead. The blue-eyed Zhang Julu was dead.
When the two were alive, the world was truly at peace. The Nanjiang army did not dare to take a single step out of Nanjiang. Even Beimang's million-strong army did not dare to take half a step south.
After the two died, West Chu was quickly restored, Beimang knocked on the pass, and Nanjiang rebelled.
No one knew why Chen Zhibao chose to rebel against Beiliang. Since he had chosen to rely on the orthodox Zhao clan of Liyang, he had long since become a vassal. Why did he in the end place all his bets on a vassal vassal in a remote corner?
Chen Zhibao was expressionless. He calmly looked at Lu Baijie, the Provincial Governor of Guangling.
In the end, Lu Baijie sighed and slumped back into his seat.
How many people would die in the Central Plains before they would stop?
Chen Zhibao's lips curled into a cold smile.
If people in the Central Plains did not die, how could they remember that some people were dying for them?
I, Chen Zhibao, am not Hsu Fengnian. I am not afraid of war, and I am not afraid of people dying.
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