In Gangnam-do, the scholars formed a forest, and the commoners from the poor families relied on the scholars to grow trees and weeds. Cutting down a few bad trees and weeds was not a big deal. However, the scholars from the big families were proud of their status and did not deliberately target the commoners. They probably felt that it was beneath their status. However, the disciples from the Renmin and the Li Sect, who were a notch higher than the poor families, were particularly bad. They spared no effort to show off their status. The young masters and daughters from the Baoguo Temple who made things difficult for the little beggars belonged to the category of neither high nor low. They wagged their tails and begged for pity, the noblemen's farts were fragrant. However, when they squinted at the people below them, the commoners would feel that they were vulgar even if they wrote a real beautiful article.
Needless to say, these two groups of people had excellent eyesight. They were able to see through the poor scholar's family background with a single glance. Of course, they were unscrupulous. However, when they turned around and saw the young man who claimed to be the Crown Prince, they were somewhat apprehensive. After all, the tailoring and texture of his luxurious clothes, as well as his superior aura, could not be faked. The Heir was a title that only the legitimate sons of the kings and dukes in ancient times could have. In the past five hundred years, the noble families gradually took control of the government. It was only then that it became more widespread. The descendants of the kings and the legitimate sons of the big families could be called Heir.
In Gangnam-do, the descendants of generals were the descendants. Other than the children of General Xu Gong, no one dared to go out with a sword. Moreover, General Long Xiang was originally from the Gu Mu Xu family and was not an orthodox family of generals. Gangnam-do advocated feather fans and silk scarves, and ox-cart wielders. They did not like the swords and sabers that were used by low-level rangers. Then, who was the Heir in front of them? For a moment, they were a little uncertain. After all, this unbelievably handsome guy was talking and laughing with Mr. Tang Xi and Miss Xu. No matter how they guessed, he could not be an ordinary person. But then again, if his family was really extraordinary, why would he hang out with the poor scholar in the spring? Heir. In Gangnam-do, there were more than a pair of hands who were qualified to be called Heir. However, they had never heard of any Heir who liked to carry a sword.
Did he come from Beiliang? Was he born in the wild Beiliang, or had he just returned from his travels?
The woman who was the first to make trouble for the little beggar felt her eyes brighten. She had no time to think about it. She sighed inwardly, "What a handsome Childe! He's so good-looking. It would be even better if he didn't wear a saber so rudely." She secretly let go of the stone in her hand and threw away the stone in her hand. She looked coquettishly at the unfamiliar "Heir" who was walking towards her. Just as she was about to bend her waist and salute him, Hsu Fengnian was a little bored. It seemed that these guys did not understand his words. They did not associate him with the devil of Beiliang who killed Liu Liting. Otherwise, this woman would not have the guts to flirt here. Gangnam-do was different from Beiliang, where only he could call himself Heir. A Heir was not that valuable. If the eldest legitimate son of a big family called himself Heir, no one would chase after him. In Beiliang, if anyone dared to do so, they would have been "visited" by Hsu Fengnian with his servants and dogs.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and slowly pulled out his saber. He was about to kill. "Throwing a pot is very elegant, isn't it? I don't want to take these heads, so I'll take the arm. Aren't Gangnam-do good at cursing people? I'll keep your mouths open."
Hsu Fengnian's subtle movement seemed to be noticed by the poor scholar. He said softly, "No."
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and asked with his eyes. The poor scholar tilted his head, indicating that there was still a little girl standing behind him who had no one to rely on in Yangchun. How could the little beggar withstand the revenge after this? Hsu Fengnian frowned. His thumb was still on the hilt of his Xiudong Saber. The group of belated disciples finally regained their senses. The seductive woman was so scared that she took a few steps back. If it weren't for the support of the strangely handsome triangular-eyed young master who was flattering her, she would have fallen into the spring. Drawing a sword at the slightest disagreement, what kind of impolite barbarian would do such a stupid thing!
"Heir, Heir my ass!"
"He must be from a small place." "Yamen" was a special name for the descendants of officials in Gangnam-do. The military camp used animal teeth as decorations and the camp gate was also known as the tooth gate. Therefore, "Yamen" was a very good image and soon spread. However, in Gangnam-do, no matter how big the "Yamen" was, it was extremely disliked. "General" was a derogatory name given by scholars, so how good could "Yamen" be? Unless it was in the border towns where there were vassals stationed and the military officers were powerful, "Yamen" had the capital to be arrogant.
Families had a genealogy. Naturally, the children of officials and rich families were also ranked according to their ranks. Not to mention the capital where there were as many influential people as there were hairs on a cow, in the local areas, the eldest son of a rich family, the son of a provincial governor and a supervisor of a case, were of course the first class of young masters. Next were the children of a county chief, plus the descendants of a general aristocratic family, followed by the sons of gentry and ordinary officials with real power. Finally, it was the children of the Enslavement and the Official School. The rank of the father was the most important consideration. Although the famous scholars with profound family knowledge did not have a title, they were better than ordinary officials. Born in such a family, the Enslavement and the Official School could not be easily compared to them.
If one added the important areas of the capital under the Emperor's feet, it would be even more complicated. Those palace scholars, six ministers, several great generals, deep-rooted families with hundreds of years of history, among them were the powerful officials and retired meritorious deeds, and then there was the extremely reclusive son of a distant relative. These prominent circles were intertwined. Who could distinguish between them? But apart from the capital, there was one thing that everyone knew. In the local areas, in front of the six vassals, especially the only one with a different surname in the dynasty, no matter who you were, you had to be well-behaved. If you were a snake, you had to coil up. If you were a tiger, you had to lie down. Among the vassals, Zhao Ying, the Duke of Huainan was the most aloof, but who dared to underestimate the Duke of Huainan's Crown Prince?
Therefore, the so-called Crown Prince from Beiliang, even if Yangchun City was full of rumors about His Royal Highness of Beiliang's tyrannical behavior, even if he really stood in front of them, no one would think in this direction. He was really too outstanding.
Hsu Fengnian curled his lips and quietly returned the embroidered winter to its scabbard. He somewhat missed the time when he was domineering in Beiliang. On his left was Qingcang, on his right was the Yellow Emperor, and behind him was the evil servant. Although it was not presentable, it was really satisfying to think about it. At that time, he did not practice the saber, so he did not have a fancy posture. But every time after the dust settled, he rolled up his sleeves and performed a set of deadly eighteen kicks or something. The group of foppish girls was probably a little afraid of the two sabers at their waists, so they did not puff themselves up at their own cost. One by one, they dispersed and gathered in the distance. They whispered to each other, convinced that this foreign Crown Prince was an abominable person who did not know what etiquette was. Hsu Fengnian did not bother to make a fuss. Otherwise, the King of Jing An's Crown Prince Zhao Xun, who had been tormented like a drowning dog, would complain. There was no reason to put him on the same level as these ant-like descendants of the servants.
Hsu Fengnian jumped into the pool, bypassed the poor scholar, and reached out to help the little beggar up. He felt her chest. His Royal Highness had suffered several hardships, and a long illness had turned into a doctor. He used Wudang's Big Yellow Palace to slowly remove the clotted blood for the little girl. The little beggar did not dare to move and stood timidly. Fortunately, her face was no longer pale. Hsu Fengnian saw that the little girl was very nervous and did not dare to look at him directly. He did not know how to comfort her. He only said to the poor scholar, "It's all right."
The poor scholar felt relieved. He hesitated and did not say thank you. Princess Jing An saw His Royal Highness roll up his sleeves and pick up a handful of more than twenty copper coins from the pilgrims' wishes. He handed them to the little beggar. She did not take them. She looked at the scholar with a panicked expression. Seeing brother Zhang nod, she stretched out her hands, which were yellow from years of frostbite. Hsu Fengnian said, "Let's continue to listen to Wang Ba's argument. Bring her along."
Then His Royal Highness picked up the two halves of the watermelon. When they reached the shore, he did not say anything and handed them to Princess Jing An. "You take them."
Princess Pei's face was ashen. Half of the watermelon in each hand, what a scandal! But in the end, she did not have the courage to disobey this bastard who killed without blinking an eye. In the end, not everyone in the world had the qualifications to challenge King of Jing An, Zhao Heng. It was even rarer to find someone who could make a powerful vassal return empty-handed after meticulous planning. The poor scholar helped the little beggar hide the copper coins and then held her hand as they walked into Baoguo Temple. This kind of behavior was against the rules, but if he did not do so, who knew if those fancy-pants would vent their anger on the child next to them? He would just treat it as asking for a medium-sized protective talisman for her. He could only hope that those children of Yangchun City would be a little smarter. The poor scholar stepped over the threshold of the great temple and saw "Xu Dianxia" in front of him. His brocade robe was soaked through. He smiled, somewhat incredulous. Hsu Fengnian seemed to have guessed his thoughts. He did not turn his head as he led the way. "Don't think that I'm a good person. Those people bully this child, and I bully them. We're all the same."
When the poor scholar heard this extremely mocking remark, he could not help but laugh.
Princess Pei, who had a stomach full of endless grievances, deeply agreed.
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