Although there were no outsiders around the pavilion, after Cao Changqing arrived, he still attracted some curious gazes from afar. Xu Zhihu quietly instructed Ning Emei to disperse some of the famous scholars from Yangzhou who were trying to get close. She sat close to Jiang Ni. If that terrifying middle-aged man in green wanted to harm her brother, she could use the dead princess beside her as a hostage. Xu Zhihu still had some true affection for Jiang Ni. What happened in the past was not all fake. Of course, there was also the intention of going against her sister, Xu Weixiong. Xu Weixiong bullied her badly, so Xu Zhihu deliberately doted on Jiang Ni. The two women's personalities were really not like biological sisters.
Jiang Ni was not His Royal Highness. Since she was young, she had been living under someone else's roof in Beiliang Palace. No one taught her how to live. She could not learn the ways of the world to wear a mask and pretend to be polite. After being scolded by the servants and maids of the palace or secretly pinched until her skin turned purple, no one complained. She would only follow her feelings and bear a grudge against His Royal Highness, who was always cynical and always smiling in front of her. Looking at him, she hated him. Who else could she hate if not him?
With regards to West Chu, the empire and dynasty whose territory was once larger than Liyang, her memory had long been blurred. Many times, lying on the cold bed in the palace, it was already very difficult for her to remember the warm faces of her father and mother. Thinking about it made her want to cry. As for the lofty and magnificent palace of the imperial family, it was even more out of her reach. She also did not want to think about it. Every day when she woke up, she only needed to think about the trivial matters of tiredness. Where would there be a princess with frostbite on her hands? When Jiang Ni heard the words of the green-robed scholar, it was as if she had heard a bolt from the blue. She was so frightened that she retreated a few steps. Immediately after, she saw the old God of Swords blocking the stone steps. She was even more at a loss. She leaped over Old Man Li, whose back was as straight as an ancient pine tree, and then over the middle-aged scholar who was kneeling on the ground. She saw His Royal Highness and the perished princess whose palms were covered in sweat. She was muddle-headed and absent-minded. It should have been her heroic moment to raise her eyebrows and blow off steam. Instead, she was in such a dispirited state. It was really going to chill the hearts of the West Chu scholars. In these 20 years, other than a few groups of West Chu scholars who had collectively migrated to the north like Hong Jia, the number of people who stayed in their homeland and refused to become officials and who died because of the heroic words written by the poet numbered more than tens of millions. How could she be worthy of these pillars of West Chu who had generously sacrificed themselves time and time again?
Fortunately, she only needed to face Cao Changqing at the moment.
Not only was this outstanding scholar not angry at the little princess's loss of self-control, when he lowered his head again and again, he sensed the heartfelt fear in Jiang Ni, whose real name was Jiang Si. He did not feel disappointed, only indignation and self-blame that could not be clearly explained.
Cao Changqing, whose scholarly elegance was more outstanding than any other celebrity in Gangnam-do, did not get up. He remained kneeling on the ground with his hands on the ground. Others could only see that his temples were already white, but this did not diminish the unparalleled elegance of the distinguished scholar Cao Changqing. Thinking of his bumpy life, it added even more to this West Chu's leading official's demeanor as a first-class scholar. There was a son of the Cao family who was the proudest. At the age of thirty-two, he led an army out of the capital. In the end, he played chess with the emperor. The Great Eunuch, who had the power to overturn the palace, personally took off his boots for the chess piece. The Imperial Uncle of West Chu personally poured wine for the two of them.
Cao Changqing slowly raised his head. With tears in his eyes, he looked at the princess who was just a lively little girl in his memory.
He had once held her little hand.
In the Wan Chong Palace, he threw chess pieces into the chess pieces, arranged the troops, and gave pointers to the emperor. Cao Deyi did not seek riches and honor, he only sought the smile of the beauty beside the emperor!
When he was young and high-spirited, he walked with a zither and met her by chance in a corner of the garden. The sun was setting and she came slowly, humming a local accent. In the Chessboard Pavilion, she slowly rolled up her sleeves. She gently dropped the egret chess pieces one by one, landing heavily on his heart. Later, she became the Empress. He and the emperor finally won on the chess board. Seeing that the emperor was about to lose, she used the red cat in her arms to mess up the complicated chess game. The emperor scolded her, but she just smiled innocently, just like in the past. He could only lower his head and not look. Otherwise, with Cao Deyi's talent, how difficult would it be to easily reverse the game? He took the opportunity to move his hand and collect all the pieces to see who had the most. What was the point of having the most pieces on the board?
That day, Cao Changqing stood up and left the capital alone. He never thought that once he left, they would never meet again.
Cao Changqing remembered her. Naturally, he remembered her daughter, the little girl who was as innocent and naive as her.
He raised his head to look.
She really looked like her.
When he lowered his head again, Cao Changqing's cold voice sounded again. "Who dares to stop me?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled bitterly. This big Bodhisattva was really f * cking unreasonable. His martial strength was as high as the Nine Storey Tower. Even the one in the capital couldn't do anything about it, so it wasn't shameful for him to be sullen. He thought about it. He wasn't afraid of Wang Mingyin, who was the eleventh master, but Wang Xianzhi, who was at the fourth level of the first rank, was an immortal. The next two were also recognized as Great Supernatural Beings who were close to the level of Earth Immortals. The new God of Sword Đồng Thái and Cao Guanzi had a clear difference between their realms and the remaining seven on the list. In other words, once they used their strength, Cao Guanzi couldn't be regarded as one and a half or two Wang Mingyin. After all, this was not Beiliang's territory, where they could easily mobilize hundreds of armored cavalry and thousands of armored cavalry to encircle and suppress them. Moreover, even if there were thousands of armored soldiers surrounding them, Cao Guanzi, who was the only Great Grandmaster in the world, was determined to escape or to kill a few people before retreating. He wouldn't be exhausted like the Sword Sage of Xishu who had drawn a circle and died. This was the horror of a Celestial State master.
The old God of Swords sneered, "Cao Changqing, you can try."
Cao Changqing's palms on the ground suddenly clenched into fists.
Dust rose.
Boom! Two tornadoes appeared!
Rings of strong Qi, centered on Cao Changqing's indigo robe, rolled out.
The fur on Li Chungang's sheepskin coat suddenly curled up.
Standing behind Cao Changqing, Hsu Fengnian was forced to take three steps back by the invisible Qi. He clenched his teeth and pressed his hands on his saber. His feet made two pits on the ground before he could stop himself.
Cao Changqing only stood up slightly and did not make any other movements. Hsu Fengnian, who had just entered the best state of Martial Arts, could not withstand the pressure and was forced to take a dozen more steps back.
Li Chungang instantly reached the peak of sword intent.
Cao Changqing looked at Jiang Ni and said softly, "Princess, do you want these to live or die?"
As soon as he said this.
Xu Zhihu flew into a rage and then his face turned pale.
If Li Chungang was still the God of Swords, who was the first person in Sword Dao, he might be able to stop Cao Guanzi today.
But now in Jianghu, Qi Xuanzhen had already ascended to immortality. Except for Wang Xianzhi, who dared to say that they could defeat the middle-aged scholar in front of him?
Who in the world could reach the top of Martial Emperor City?
Only Cao Qingyi.
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