Hsu Fengnian slowly exhaled a mouthful of murky air that had accumulated for a long time.
Hsu Fengnian was indeed resentful towards This Old Man's son who wholeheartedly supported the Su family in Western Shu. If they had not rushed to Shu Zhao to raise the flag of restoring the country, many of the chess pieces that Beiliang had secretly buried there would not have surfaced so quickly. Even if they were not used, it would have been far better than the current awkward situation. If Chen Zhibao had not completely fallen out with Beiliang back then, those spies and men of sacrifice who had used up so much of Beiliang's energy and financial resources would not have survived. According to Master Li Yishan's established plan, once Liyang imperial court decided to drag them down in the future battle of Liang Mang, Beiliang would directly intercept the local spearhead, Beiliang's strategic rear. Therefore, regarding the continuous infiltration of Shu Zhao and Zhao, Beiliang could be said to have spared no effort, far more than the Central Plains. Therefore, a certain diligent steward of a certain Junwang Manor, an old-fashioned private school teacher teaching, a peddler running around the marketplace, a beautiful courtesan from the brothel, or even a military officer with real power in the Shu Zhao army could all be the men of sacrifice of Fu Shui Fang.
Taking a step back, Shu Zhao and Beiliang were cut in half by Chen Zhibao. Even if the Xu family's Iron Horse Cavalry did not manage to defend Beiliang in the end, causing the Fu Shui Fang's chess pieces to be unable to achieve anything in the end, at the very least, those people could slowly grow old and die in Shu Zhao and Zhao with a kind of unknown regret. Not like now, where they were like wandering ghosts exposed to the light of day. Not only did Chen Zhibao know their identities, even Li Yang and Zhao Gou had probably begun to secretly record it, so that they could settle the score with them in the future.
With regards to Su Su, Hsu Fengnian did not hold any grudges. This young man was originally a puppet that could not even be considered as a hands-off shopkeeper. Under the general situation, he could only go with the flow. In Shu and Zhao, two places, Su Su pulled a blind zither player to pretend to be a young hero devil, and wandered around the Jianghu wantonly. Perhaps it was a kind of mood similar to drowning one's sorrows in wine. Hsu Fengnian felt nothing but admiration for this Swordsmith Qi who had gifted him a new sword, "Spring and Autumn".
In the end, Hsu Fengnian was angry at Zhao Dingxiu's betrayal, but he resented his own carelessness even more.
Sometimes, a single word from a monarch could lead to the rise of a nation or the fall of a nation. A single word from a historian determined whether a person would be remembered in the annals of history or go down in infamy. A single word from a general determined victory or defeat, life or death.
War was a matter of national importance.
It was not a joke.
Perhaps the simple-minded Su Su was only guilty of his and This Old Man's betrayal. He did not think of the Beiliang death soldiers who had taken root in Shu for many years, or the deeper level of the Liang Mang war. After all, this young man from a noble family only knew that he was an ordinary survivor of Beimang. He only knew that This Old Man's son was a pedantic and strict old scholar, and that Uncle Qi was nothing more than a blacksmith with a bit more strength. What bell and cauldron food, what monarch and country, what West Shu's imperial uncle dying at the city gate, what West Shu's minister dying together with the country was the champion of Spring and Autumn. Other than the golden dragon embroidered Shu brocade wrapped in swaddling clothes, he had never worn the Crown Prince's robe. Therefore, he did not understand the generosity at all.
Su Su secretly sniffled, showing that his temperament was weak and had no ambition to speak of.
He only longed for Jianghu, and did not like the unfamiliar court and officialdom.
After the fall of the country, the old officials of the Su Clan would cry when they saw him. That kind of kneeling and kowtowing ceremony, not only would it not make this unambitious young man feel happy, he would only feel that a thousand jin weight was pressing down on his shoulders.
In private, he once mocked himself to the blind female zither player that he admired, "Su Su is useless."
At some point, Wei Miao, who did not come with Su Su and the other two, had already stood behind the blacksmith surnamed Qi, invisibly cutting off the flow of people. Especially when the dazzling Miaojiang woman grinned and crushed the palm of a lecher, the crowd of kind-hearted men and women who came to Mount Wudang to burn incense began to scatter like birds and beasts. Most of the Jianghu people who were conceited about their martial arts did not go far, but they still stood some distance away and cautiously watched with cold eyes.
Wei Miao took a few steps forward and said straightforwardly, "The King of Shu wants me to pass on a message to both of you. There is no problem in crossing the border."
Hsu Fengnian saw that the blacksmith surnamed Qi frowned and understood. He asked, "When did he pass this message to you? Before or after the Spring Snow Building incident?"
Wei Miao said indifferently, "I will not say. It is not important."
Hsu Fengnian did not pay attention to this famous grandmaster of Nanzhao and looked at the blacksmith surnamed Qi. "Also pass on a message to This Old Man Lu for me. The relationship between Beiliang and Shu is not like that between Beiliang and the Central Plains. Once we cannot defend Beijue City, Shu is fated to have to face the Beimang Iron Cavalry. Therefore, twenty thousand people must be at least, and they must be elites. Otherwise, if they come to Beiliang, they will only be of more help than help and will only be sending themselves to their deaths."
The blacksmith surnamed Qi nodded.
When the dust settled, Su Su was about to turn and leave when she heard the young King ask with a smile, "You have spent so much money on it. It can be called the most expensive marriage stick in the world. Don't you want to try your luck?"
Su Su still insisted on leaving. Unexpectedly, her sleeve was pulled. She turned her head. Although her eyes were closed, her face was full of hope.
Su Su's heart softened. She walked back to the table with a straight face. She picked up the bamboo tube and shook it violently. Finally, a bamboo stick was shaken out.
Hsu Fengnian reached out and picked up the bamboo stick. He glanced at it and then showed a pitiful expression.
Su Su's mood instantly fell to the bottom.
After the previous storm of internal injuries, the young man no longer had the slightest bit of his frivolous demeanor. His eyes were red again.
Hsu Fengnian sighed.
Su Su turned to the blind female guqin master and squeezed out a smile. "Let's go. This stick is not effective."
Xue Songguan smiled and nodded.
Hsu Fengnian raised his eyebrows. "Not effective?!"
Su Su didn't even have the energy to bicker. She pulled Xue Songguan's hand and wanted to leave.
But she heard a sentence behind her, "The thirty-ninth stick, 'The one you like, the one you like.' The stick is good. Oh, it's not effective. "
Su Su was like being struck by lightning. She turned around and grabbed the marriage stick in Hsu Fengnian's hand.
Hsu Fengnian's hand holding the stick was high. "Give me the money first. One hundred coins!"
Su Su angrily looked at him. "You still want money?!"
Hsu Fengnian's other thumb and index finger gently twirled. "You can give me the money or not. You can look at the stick or not."
Xue Songguan smiled and silently took out a beautiful purse made by the Embroidered Weavers. He was about to pay.
Su Su grabbed her wrist and fiercely stared at Hsu Fengnian. She gritted her teeth and said, "Is it really good?"
Xu Fengnian said lazily, "Believe it or not, it's up to you."
Even the wooden swordsmith surnamed Qi couldn't bear it. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince met this young vassal king. It was really bad and painful.
Xue Songguan still gave him one hundred coins, but she stretched out her hand and opened her palm.
She wanted to keep it, no matter if it was good or bad.
At the same time, the blind zither master, whose Finger Mysterious Realm was second only to the Peach Blossom Sword God Đồng Thái, was full of vigor.
She didn't give the young vassal king a chance to change the bamboo stick.
She wanted the real stick, no matter if it was good or bad.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and handed over the bamboo stick. Su Su grabbed it first and was stunned.
Hsu Fengnian sighed.
Xue Songguan's sad expression flashed.
Sensing her subtle change, Su Su immediately woke up and said angrily, "Surnamed Xu! You bastard! "
Hsu Fengnian laughed. "I read it wrong, I read it wrong. It's the eighty-first stick. It's even better than the best stick. It's the most auspicious stick!"
Xue Songguan suddenly raised her head and looked at Su Su. Her face was full of disbelief.
Su Su hugged her tightly and said with a sobbing tone, "It's really good. It's really good!"
Hsu Fengnian leisurely shook his head and said, "The eighty-first stick, 'You can be my wife'!"
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