Hsu Fengnian walked on the lush green path. From time to time, he would stretch out his hand to push aside the messy reeds. "You're really not leaving?"
Shu Xiu smiled. "I'm thinking," she replied.
Hsu Fengnian hesitated for a moment, then said, "If you want to leave, I'll give you silver. If you want secret manuals, I'll give you secret manuals. If you don't leave, Shu Xiu, let me ask you, do you want to be a Princess Consort? "
Shu Xiu's heart trembled. She cautiously asked, "Princess Consort?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded. "Princess Jing An."
Shu Xiu probed, "With Princess Consort's devastatingly beautiful appearance, it would still be very difficult for her to disguise herself."
Hsu Fengnian grunted in acknowledgment. This had only just aroused Shu Xiu's curiosity, which was as strong as a pond of reeds, but she didn't say anything else. At the same time, he treated Princess Jing An, Pei Nanwei, as if she was nothing.
Wei Shuyang felt that it wasn't proper for him to be carried on His Royal Highness's back. He said, "Your Highness, this old Taoist can walk on his own."
Hsu Fengnian laughed out loud. "It's fine, it's fine. When I was young, I always had Grandpa Wei carry me on his back in the Tide-listening Pavilion. This time, it's my turn."
Wei Shuyang sighed. His smile was full of vicissitudes of life.
Pei Nanwei and Shu Xiu each had their own thoughts as they quietly walked behind the old and the young.
The wind rose and fell, and the reeds swayed. Finally, they reached the end of the path.
The official road was full of silent killing intent. Hsu Fengnian first placed Wei Shuyang in a carriage. In front of him lay Blue Bird, whose life was uncertain, but seeing his calm demeanor, Hsu Fengnian let out a sigh of relief. He ordered Shu Xiu to lead some people to carefully collect the talismans and Red Armor. Finally, he walked over to Wang Mingyin's corpse and squatted down. He had only heard Xu Xiao mention briefly about the attack and defense of Xiangfan. Although Wang Mingyin was the younger brother of Wang Yangming, the Confucian general of Xiangfan, he had a deep understanding of the Spring and Autumn Kingdom War. Back then, he had tried his best to persuade Wang Yangming to abandon the city and live in seclusion with him. However, that soldier of Shangyin was determined to sacrifice himself for justice, so Wang Mingyin could only watch from the sidelines until the end. Therefore, he did not have any deep hatred for Xu Xiao. He only left behind an oath that he would not allow the Xu family to enter Xiangfan. Today, he had come as promised. However, he did not expect that he would not be able to take the head of the Crown Prince of Beiliang. Instead, he was assassinated by an assassin who was supposed to be his ally. The eleventh position in the world had become vacant. Hsu Fengnian picked up the golden soft sword and examined it carefully. Halberd Ning Emei stood quietly behind him. Hsu Fengnian placed the soft sword on Wang Mingyin's body and asked, "General Ning, how is your right arm?"
Ning Emei knelt on one knee. He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "It's fine. It's just that your subordinate is incompetent and almost delayed Your Highness's important matter. Please punish me, Your Highness! "
Hsu Fengnian stood up and looked at the dust kicked up by the horse's hooves. He shook his head and said with a smile, "Punishment or not, let's talk about it later. Get someone to bury Wang Mingyin at the reed marshes. He was the eleventh expert in the world. If you are worried that the Phoenix Battalion will have a knot in their hearts, you can ask Shu Xiu and Yang Qingfeng to do it later."
Ning Emei shook his head and said, "The Phoenix Battalion will obey Your Highness's orders!"
Hsu Fengnian whistled. His mount galloped over and jumped on. When he passed by Li Chungang and Jiang Ni's carriage, he took the Instant Spear. Soon after, he held the spear and urged his horse to the front of dozens of light cavalry. He coldly said, "Draw your swords!"
The dozens of light cavalry instantly drew their swords. Together with His Royal Highness, they faced the thunderous hooves on the official road. Listening to the sound, there were no less than five hundred Qingzhou heavy cavalry.
Eighty Beiliang light cavalry faced off against six hundred Qingzhou heavy cavalry. On the opposite side, one could faintly see cold swords and halberds surrounded by jet-black heavy armor. The leader was a man wearing a big yellow embroidered robe. Beside him was a majestic general wearing heavy armor. In his hand was a silver pear blossom spear with red tassels. He looked mighty. The general seemed to have said a few words to the man in the embroidered robe and rode forward alone. Hsu Fengnian did not say anything and rushed forward with his spear. When they were a hundred steps apart, the Qingzhou general seemed to have felt the murderous aura of the approaching person. He suppressed the thought of underestimating the enemy and frowned. He thought that he could knock the well-dressed young master off his horse with one spear strike. If it were not for the King of Jing An's order not to hurt people, he would have helped the Qingzhou soldiers teach this Beiliang heir a lesson.
At fifty steps, the general saw that this guy was coming even faster and had no intention of talking. He was angry for a moment. This guy did not know what was good for him!
With a flick of his wrist, he rushed forward with his spear in hand. The red tassels spun and danced beautifully, making the Qingzhou cavalry behind him cheer.
The two riders met in an instant.
The silvery-white Pear Blossom Spear was casually pushed aside by the handsome young master with a single hand. The strange scarlet spear in his hand pierced forward like lightning, instantly breaking through the armor. The spear curved in a stunning arc, forcefully pressing against the chest of the burly military general! When the two riders passed by each other, the general with the broken armor on his chest was sent flying by the spear and fell on the official road. The young master with the white horse and red spear raised his spear again and stabbed the general to death on the spot. His head was split open. The slow white horse leisurely turned in a circle and once again faced the six hundred Qingzhou elite cavalry. The young master with the spear in his hand shook slightly and threw a string of eye-catching blood beads on the ground. He looked at the gloomy man in the embroidered robe and said with a smile, "Uncle King of Jing An, looking at this display, are you really going to send me off a thousand miles?"
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