Hsu Fengnian was only slightly absent-minded. Fortunately, he had Bai Hu 'er's face in front of him, so he quickly came to his senses. But he still found it somewhat inconceivable. It was not difficult to find a beautiful woman around seventy coins, but the one in front of him was at least ninety coins. How could he be a man? Wasn't this a waste of natural resources? His Royal Highness was not like Li Hanlin, who had a penchant for men and women.
Hsu Fengnian was not even interested in young prostitutes, let alone those creepy * sses. There were many famous scholars in Gangnam-do. There were experts in Guangling who specialized in training them. When they were young, they were bought cheaply for a few dozen taels of silver. When they were twelve or thirteen years old, they were sold at a sky-high price of ten or even a hundred taels of gold for the scholar-officials and dignitaries to play with. This had become a common practice in the group of scholars in Jiangnan. It was regarded as a wonderful and elegant thing. The scholars were tired of competing with poems, songs, and gold, stone, and jade. It was not easy to usher in the golden age of peace, so they began to compete with the singers and beautiful maids at home. Hsu Fengnian carefully looked at this "girl". Sure enough, her chest was flat and did not look like a woman. Murong Tonghuang was obviously accustomed to Hsu Fengnian's gaze. The corner of his mouth was cold. Was he trying to drive the wolf away by accident? The world was as black as all crows, and the one in front of him was not a good thing either!
Hsu Fengnian had been in the flower bush for a long time, so he knew how to grasp people's hearts. He smiled and said, "Yes, I am indeed not a good thing."
Murong Tonghuang, whose thoughts were seen through, became colder and stiffer. His body instinctively shrank back. Hsu Fengnian did not care and asked curiously, "It seems that you are not with the cavalry. What's going on? Is this a local tyrant robbing a woman? "
Murong Tonghuang bit his lips and ignored this guy with a foreign accent. Xu Fengnian turned his head and looked at the light cavalry that was chasing after them on the small path. With the Phoenix Battalion's horsemanship and the horse's leg strength, it was ninety against twenty. There was a great disparity in the number of people on both sides. There was no need to worry about the outcome of the battle. If Yuan Meng couldn't eat it, he would be beheaded. As for the young macheteman who killed decisively, Yang Qingfeng was proficient in the art of tracking, Shu Xiu had a variety of martial arts, and Ning Emei, the Great Halberd, the ten White Horse Followers, and even Grandpa Wei said that he wanted to stretch his muscles and bones to participate in the encirclement. The macheteman was ferocious, but he was still in a perilous situation. Hsu Fengnian was not worried that someone was trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain. After the battle at the reed marsh, the green and white luan above his head would alert him if there was any movement within a radius of ten li. Not only that, Hsu Fengnian had carefully selected five nimble and agile soldiers from the Phoenix Battalion to serve as roaming scouts, to ensure that they would be able to seize the initiative at the first opportunity.
Xu Fengnian asked calmly, "Who was the one who was taken away? I didn't see it clearly at that time. If you practice the Vow of Silence with me again, I won't care if you live or die when my men bring him back. "
Murong Tonghuang seemed to have been caught in his Achilles heel. He hesitated for a moment and said, "My sister."
Hsu Fengnian asked, "Then who was the one who took you?"
Murong Tonghuang gritted his teeth and smiled nervously. He said with a cold face, "Have you heard of Jiangxi Longhu Jiangdong Xuanyuan?"
Hsu Fengnian pretended to be crazy and said, "Those old Taoists of Mount Longhu want to take you up the mountain? Do you want to be Taoist companions and practice the art of sex? "
Murong Tonghuang turned his head away fiercely. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy whose head was caught by the door.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Jiangdong Xuanyuan? That's great. Do you know that there's a woman called Xuanyuan Qingfeng in this family?"
Murong Tonghuang's mind was full of thoughts. He said in a flat tone, "Xuanyuan Qingfeng is even more prestigious than the princess in Jianzhou. Why? Did you come here because of her?"
Hsu Fengnian, who had been lifting the curtain with the scabbard, laughed out loud and said, "Because of her? That's right, that's right. I'm about to fall in love with this woman. That's a good way to put it. That guy Wen Hua must be rolling on the ground when he hears it. You know, when he was chased and beaten by this woman, he even flirted with her because she didn't shave her armpit hair clean. "
Murong Tonghuang stared at this guy in a daze. Was there really something wrong with his head? Hsu Fengnian put away the embroidered winter and slowly let down the curtain. His stomach full of evil ideas began to ripple.
They were actually the private soldiers of the Xuanyuan Clan. If they wanted to sleep, they could just hand over a pillow. If this crime of killing dozens of people from the escort agency was spread out, he wouldn't be afraid that the two provincial governors would be blinded. Right now, the provincial and county system was changing. The thirty or so provincial governors originally in the imperial court were all sharpening their heads, wanting to reach a higher level of enlightenment. During this period of time, it was estimated that the threshold of Grand Secretary Zhang's mansion had been trampled to pieces. There were at least eight or nine baskets of name tattoos that had been handed over. This was because regardless of whether it was the Administrator or the Jiedushi, they could both be said to be real officials of the border. Just in terms of the territory under their jurisdiction, they were practically no different from the monarchs of a country during the Spring and Autumn Period. Although the provincial governors of Hezhou and Jiedushi were suppressed by the vassal king Zhao Yi and had no hope of becoming the Jiedushi, they could still fight for the Administrator's throne. At this critical juncture, Hsu Fengnian had poked the hornet's nest. He didn't believe that the two provincial governors wouldn't admit defeat. Xu Xiao's strength lay in that he couldn't make these two important ministers become the Administrator, but he definitely had the ability to make them lose their positions! When Hsu Fengnian saw Blue Bird holding the Ksana Spear, he felt that something was off. He helplessly asked, "Are you tired?"
Blue Bird shook her head very seriously.
The ninety Phoenix Battalion light cavalry swiftly pursued and attacked. The horses' hooves shook the ground, and the crossbows shot out violently. As soon as someone fell off the horse, they would stoop down and stab him, or the crossbowmen in the back would accurately shoot another arrow, nailing him to the ground.
Fortunately, this was not an official road. Otherwise, the commoners would be scared out of their wits if they saw such a bloody scene.
Once defeated, it would become a lifeless hunt. The Beiliang cavalry was originally selected from the Beimang cavalry who were good at fighting. Their horsemanship could compete with the nomadic cavalry of the grasslands of Beimang. Although the Beiliang army could not be said to have swept across the desert in recent years, the border cities and towns of the two countries were crisscrossed with each other. Every year, there would be small and medium-sized fierce battles. This was especially so under the purposeful arrangement of the Great Pillar State Xu Xiao and the tacit cooperation of the Beimang side. The scouts from both sides were habitually grouped into a group of 100 to 120 people to fight in pairs. Once they came into contact with each other, it would be a cruel battle of hunting and counter-hunting. The excellent horsemanship of the Beiliang cavalry was forcefully honed in this way. The soldiers of the Yan Imperial and Guangling vassals were also considered ferocious soldiers in the past. Why was it that in the past decade or so, they were unable to compete with the Beiliang army and fight for the title of the world's greatest hero?
It was because the Beiliang had the Beimang as a whetstone. The whetstone had the blood of both sides flowing on it. Before it dried, fresh blood would splash on it.
The twenty riders were not able to withstand the slaughter. Soon, only the rider with the woman on his horse was left.
Yuan Meng and the rider advanced side by side. The Beiliang knife in his hand was not in a hurry to be unsheathed. He grinned and said, "Brother, if you turn around and obediently go to our family's young master and offer this beauty to him, we will spare your life. If you continue to run, you will become a hedgehog."
The rider from the Xuanyuan family did not dare to believe it. He wished that his mount had four more legs and ran wildly, lashing the horsewhip to death.
Yuan Meng laughed coldly and said, "Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"
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