Princess Jing 'an sat at the table while the Murong siblings stood behind Hsu Fengnian. Their expressions were different. Murong Wuzhu was sad, worried, and helpless. She just stared at the back of Xuanyuan and felt that she had luckily grasped onto a life-saving straw. No matter how big of a storm Xuanyuan would cause or whether this straw would be broken by the deep-rooted Xuanyuan family, she was not a tenacious woman. If it wasn't for her brother's insistence, even if she was taken to Mount Hui to be Xuanyuan's plaything, she would only cry a few times and accept her fate. Murong Tonghuang was furious. He pursed his lips and didn't say a word.
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "Madam, tell me how handsome Murong Tonghuang is. I don't believe that a man can be that handsome."
Murong Tonghuang snorted coldly behind him. If the last dagger wasn't given to Murong Wuzhu, he would have stabbed him in the back.
The proprietress had a strange look in her eyes and goosebumps. She mistakenly thought that the young master in front of her had a scholarly hobby.
Xu Fengnian's face was full of grievances, causing the Lady Boss's heart to ache so much that she wished she could pull him into her embrace and show him some tender affection. Immediately, her expression returned to normal, her elegant eyebrows raised, and in an instant, she displayed the flirtatious charm of a young married woman. A woman's charm, indeed, the young had their good points, and the mature had their good points. She charmingly said, "This servant has also not truly seen him. I only heard that his appearance can cause the lotus to not bloom.
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said with emotion, "Xuanyuan is indeed worthy of the name of a womanizer."
No matter how ignorant the young woman was, she still knew that Xuanyuan's family background was splendid. She nervously reminded him, "Young master, you should be careful with your words. Although this is not Jianzhou, it's better to be safe than sorry. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and nodded, "I appreciate your kindness, but I can't repay you. I can only ask for more wine and snacks."
The proprietress was very tactful. She enchantingly stood up and curtsied again. Her chest immediately trembled as she turned and walked out of the courtyard. Hsu Fengnian waited until she left the courtyard before he let the three beauties take off their restraints and sit down to eat. When the Murong siblings saw Princess Jing'an's appearance, they were stunned. Obviously, they didn't expect that there was such a cool beauty in this world. Murong Wuzhu's eyes dimmed. Murong Tonghuang quietly sighed in relief. His hostility towards the unfathomable general's son dissipated a little. Hsu Fengnian looked at the three people eating slowly. He asked Blue Bird to fetch a Beiliang short crossbow from the Phoenix Battalion. In the world's military, "custom made" was a very sensitive key. From the Beiliang army to the small bows, crossbows, and sabers, all of the regulations were clear and organized. Not to mention the Beiliang sabers, the crossbow in His Royal Highness' hands was also very particular. The crossbow was a crossbow with a horizontal posture. It was different from the bow which could be shot immediately. The advantage of a crossbow was that the string could be drawn and the shot could be separated. The Beiliang crossbow had the ability to shoot continuously. This crossbow could shoot four pearls consecutively. Hsu Fengnian lowered his head. His fingers stroked the short crossbow's hanging blade and the hook with a concentrated expression.
Murong Tonghuang asked seemingly unintentionally, "Crossbow?"
Hsu Fengnian did not pay him any attention. He just remembered the Beiliang Army's famous flowing crossbows. The crossbowmen rode their horses and roamed the battlefield, shuttling back and forth, sniping the enemy's generals and taking their lives from a distance of a hundred paces. They were one of the Beiliang's renowned elite troops. It was not easy to become a flowing crossbowman. One's horsemanship and archery had to be outstanding. They were ranked first among the six classes of soldiers in Beiliang. There were more than 1,200 of them in total. Among them, 600 were organized into the Big Hut Battalion, and the rest were mostly scouts and roaming sentries. There was an unwritten rule in Beiliang: if a Beimang's son wanted to go to the border to earn real military merit, he must first be trained by the old soldiers to lose a few layers of skin and a few pounds of meat. If he was qualified and outstanding, he would be thrown into the Sentry Battalion as a scout. Only after fighting with the Beiliang's spies with real swords and spears and cutting off three heads would he be considered to have a foothold in the Beiliang Army. Not long ago, Li Hanlin sent a letter saying that he had successfully become a roaming sentinel. He had dreamed of running into those barbarians in Beimang. In the letter, he said that when his father heard that he was not content to stay in the rear and instead went to work as a scout, he was so angry that smoke was coming out of his seven orifices. He did not have time to attend to the government affairs and rushed to the border border military town, wanting to kidnap the only son of the Li family who was going to carry on the Li family's ancestral line and bring him home. He almost had a conflict with the Beiliang Army. Fortunately, Da Zhuguo rushed back to the border from the capital and persuaded Li Hanlin, who was about to take the post of Beiliang's Taoist Strategist, to go back.
It was the Beimang that had been waging war all year round in the Liyang Dynasty.
Hsu Fengnian was in a daze.
The frontier poets of the dynasty liked to view the barbarians as animals that drank raw meat and drank blood. In the Hundred Barbarian Country, the people were valiant. The barbarian soldiers were all armored cavalry, and there were hundreds of thousands of soldiers who controlled the strings. From the emperor to the common people, there was a custom of widowing after the death of the father, the wife after the death of the mother, the wife after the death of the elder brother. In the eyes of the dynasty, this was simply shocking and had no morals to speak of. However, the biggest scandal of Beimang in recent years was that a woman who had caused chaos in the palace had become the emperor. In 30 years, she had served three emperors, of which two were father and son. The last emperor, who had only ascended the throne for 13 days, could even be considered her nephew. This was something that was absolutely unimaginable in the Liyang Dynasty. It was said that this empress had 3,000 male companions. She was over 50 years old, but she was still very lustful. A few years ago, she had even sent a secret envoy to send a message to Xu Xiao. As long as Xu Xiao was willing to surrender to Beimang, she was willing to be his wife and share the world with him. Xu Xiao was also straightforward with this huge meat pie that could sow discord and win him over. He first killed the envoy and then sent a message to Beimang. It was just five words: Slave Xu still thinks I'm too old.
Hsu Fengnian smiled. Xu Xiao was too vicious. That old woman was the empress of Beimang, but he still thought she was too old to be his servant. However, that old woman's scheming was really terrifying. She was not angry at this monstrous humiliation. She just laughed it off.
Hsu Fengnian put down his crossbow and looked up to see the unhappy Murong Tonghuang. He frowned and said, "Don't put on airs in front of me. Even a stray cat or dog on the roadside knows how to wag its tail."
Murong Tonghuang's eyes were cold as he stared at Hsu Fengnian.
Hsu Fengnian stretched out his hand and flicked the Embroidered Winter's scabbard. The Embroidered Winter rose up and with a bang, the most famous beautiful youth in Jianzhou staggered back and fell to the ground. Hsu Fengnian sneered and said, "I'm not that pervert Xuanyuan Pan. I'm not interested in you. So what if you look like a woman? Can you give birth to a son for me? A mule born from a donkey and a mare. Do you know that? You're one. "
Murong Wuzhu was stunned by Hsu Fengnian's vicious words.
Murong Tonghuang lowered his head and squeezed out a laugh from the gap between his teeth.
It was unknown where Murong Wuzhu's courage came from. He held a dagger with both hands and faced Hsu Fengnian.
Hsu Fengnian picked up the crossbow again and pressed it against Murong Tonghuang's head.
Murong Wuzhu, whose face was full of tears, cried out in alarm, "No!"
Murong Tonghuang raised his head. The crossbow was pressed against his forehead. He looked up at Hsu Fengnian and unexpectedly smiled. His smile could bring disaster to a country and its people. It was especially natural and charming. He said softly, "I know I'm wrong."
Murong Wuzhu's dagger fell to the ground. He stared at Murong Tonghuang in a daze as if he was staring at a stranger.
Princess Jing 'an smiled strangely. Yu Youwei did not look at this scene. She stroked Wu Meiniang's soft hair.
Hsu Fengnian squatted down and looked at that face. He said calmly, "So pitiful."
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