Hsu Fengnian increased the force of his hand and smiled. "Sir, you're lying. Don't worry, even though I'm a general of Beiliang, I can still listen to the words of others. I don't care if they're good or bad. Of course, I'll be happier if I hear good things. "
The old man and Hsu Fengnian pushed the cart south and were about to cross the river. The old man looked back at the towering city walls and suddenly stomped his feet. "There are some things that I can't hold back. Even if you bring me to Beiliang City to condemn me, I'll still spit it out!"
Hsu Fengnian smiled bitterly. "Alright, I'm sure it won't be anything good. Sir, please speak. I'll pretend I didn't hear anything. "
The old man laughed and straightened his back. He turned north and pointed at Beiliang City. "Sir, I've heard a lot of rumors recently. They're all saying that our prince is too daring. He didn't use so many old generals but chose to use those kids who haven't even grown hair yet. How can we fight this battle? Who won the first battle of Liang Mang? Wasn't it General Liu Jinu of Liangzhou's Hutou City? Wasn't it General Wang Lingbao of Liuzhou's Long Xiang Army? Wasn't it because of Youzhou's Crouching Bow and Crane Luan Glow? Wasn't it because of the dead officers of the three cities? Wasn't it because of our Beiliang's most outstanding Great Snow Dragon Cavalry and the two heavy cavalry armies that we've trained for many years? How many young foreigners are there? Only Melancholy Blade can barely be considered one. In my opinion, don't look at how Liuzhou has won a few battles. When it comes to critical moments, young people can't be relied on! "
The old man turned to look at the side of the young man's face and asked, "Sir, what do you think?"
Hsu Fengnian looked into the distance. "Sir's words make some sense. However, the world is strange. Some things that make sense aren't necessarily true."
The old man's eyes widened. "Sir, are you a scholar or a general's son? Why can't I understand what you're saying? "
Hsu Fengnian sighed. "I don't deserve to be called a scholar. It shouldn't be wrong to say that I'm a general's son. I grew up drinking sand, smelling horse dung, and listening to drums. "
After boldly expressing his thoughts, the old man's mood relaxed. he rarely joked. "Sir, other than being unreasonable, you're quite easy to talk to."
Xu Fengnian said helplessly, "Old Mister, is this a compliment or an insult?"
The old man laughed and said, "Young Master, you just have to listen to nice things. You'll never go wrong."
Xu Fengnian's mood also lightened up, and the haze between his brows gradually faded away. He smiled knowingly and said, "I've learned something."
The old man didn't ask Hsu Fengnian to help push the carriage across the bridge. He pushed the carriage south alone. He lowered his voice and muttered to himself, "If only the Great General was still alive. How would the Beimang barbarians dare come to our side? Beiliang doesn't even know how to fight. So what if we've won the battle? So many people will still die. I heard that there are three hundred thousand stone tablets behind Mount Qingliang. They're all empty toys. Being able to live is at least better than leaving behind a name after death, right? "
Hsu Fengnian stood still and didn't say anything.
The old man certainly couldn't guess the young man's identity. He didn't think that a martial arts master would help him push the carriage, so he continued to complain, "In my opinion, since the Central Plains' imperial court is not a good thing, it's better to directly open the gate and let the Beimang barbarians enter the Beiliang pass instead of letting our Beiliang Frontier Army soldiers die outside the pass. As long as both sides don't bump into each other inside and outside the Beiliang pass, everything will be fine. Let those ungrateful people in the Central Plains suffer. Our people in Beiliang can live a peaceful life. I don't want to see the young King, or I'll definitely persuade him not to be impulsive and listen to the old man's advice. Don't blindly try to be a hero. "
Hsu Fengnian narrowed his eyes and raised his head. The autumn wind messed up the young man's hair.
Maybe it was because he was miserable, or maybe it was because he felt guilty, or maybe it was both, so the young King didn't speak from beginning to end.
On the south side of the bridge, the back of the old man pushing the carriage was getting farther and farther away.
Hsu Fengnian seemed to remember something and shouted, "Old man, don't be in a hurry to go south. And don't forget that within twenty days, the people can use the three posthouse roads from Beicheng city to Liangzhou pass. There's no need to take a long detour!"
The old fortune-teller seemed to have heard the shout. He paused for a moment, indicating to the young man that he understood, and then continued to go south.
After the mansion was built, the study room received confidential intelligence reports from inside and outside the pass every day. There were reports from the Fu Shui Room and the Ying Room. Beiliang's intelligence reports were always divided into three levels according to priority. Originally, the intelligence reports that were qualified to be sent to the study room were only the A-level intelligence reports. But the young King asked for an extra level of intelligence reports. In fact, it was not important for military affairs, but the new King used it to ease the tension. Although the two branches must have done a certain degree of screening, and it was impossible to really send all the intelligence reports to the study room, the number was still relatively large, and most of them were related to the situation of the Academy or the scholars' opinions. The content was varied, and there was no lack of some extreme comments from young scholars. The young King always just browsed and didn't comment.
There was a comment that the young King personally wrote down and used it as a daily self-reflection.
"Little virtue but high status, little wisdom but great schemes, little strength but heavy responsibilities. With such a muddle-headed King in charge of the border, the Beiliang Frontier Army will undoubtedly be defeated!"
The army's pressure, the father's last wish, the bitter cold hometown, the imperial court's constraint, the beautiful Central Plains, innocent people, and the heavenly law's pressure.
They were all heavy responsibilities, layered on top of each other.
On the north side of the bridge, the young man, who was less than four years old, slowly squatted down by the river. After dusting a licorice, he put it in his mouth and gently chewed.
His mouth was full of sweetness.
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