Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Qingfeng. It really wasn't a festive name.
Hsu Fengnian and the new head of the Xuanyuan family left the Dragon King River on the same boat. From the looks of it, this woman wouldn't stop until they reached the Great River. On the surface, she had at least done her part as a host. She hadn't even warmed up the position of head of the Great Bull Gang yet, and she had already gotten into character so early? Hsu Fengnian didn't dislike her sending him off. After all, he had left in a hurry and didn't have time to talk about many things. Or perhaps, the things he talked about were too vague. He immediately sat at the bow of the boat and ate hawthorn as he talked to Xuanyuan Qingfeng in detail. Xuanyuan Qingfeng basically agreed to all of his requests and was very aware of being a puppet. Hsu Fengnian wasn't used to seeing her meek and obedient demeanor. Perhaps it was because he and Wen Hua had been taught a lesson by this shrewish woman back in the Lantern Festival. Although Wen Hua had a nondescript wooden sword in the past, he practiced the Vile Sword Art. Especially after he colluded with His Royal Highness, his swordsmanship was still muddled, but his Vile Sword Art was already perfected. After being chased around by Xuanyuan Qingfeng's evil slave for half a day, he was still stubborn even after being stepped on by her. No matter what, he was a good man who didn't fight with women. Otherwise, with his size, he could cut ten of you with one hand! At that time, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who was still living a happy life, sneered and ordered the people to let go of Wen Hua. Then, she used a horsewhip to cut the wooden sword ranger seven or eight times from head to toe. After the two were dragged away by Old Huang, Hsu Fengnian almost recognized Wen Hua, which was enough to show how ruthless Xuanyuan Qingfeng was. Since then, Wen Hua had been thinking every day about the day when he had perfected his swordsmanship and could hold his head high. He would definitely go to Mount Hui and beat her to death with his wooden sword. Every time he talked about this, Wen Hua would lovingly gaze at Beggar Xu, who was as soft and tender as a woman. His Royal Highness would feel goosebumps all over.
"That Wen guy."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng obviously paused for a moment, probably intending to add a comment like a libertine. However, life was full of ups and downs. The lecherous beggar he met by chance years ago had suddenly become the legitimate eldest son of the most powerful king in the world. According to common sense, birds of a feather flock together. A young man who could do such despicable things with the Crown Prince of Beiliang must be either rich or noble. Most likely, he was loitering outside of Beiliang under the guise of studying abroad. Therefore, Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked a reasonable question. "Is it a son of an aristocratic family who has been traveling around the various provinces?"
Xu Fengnian just held his belly and laughed, without any explanation. After he was done laughing, he leisurely ate the hawthorn and spat out a few seeds. He asked in a seemingly casual manner, "There's a macheteman in Mount Hui called Yuan Tingshan. I heard that you're very familiar with him?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who had been standing and looking down, said calmly, "When I left the mountain, I had already sent my guest, Hong Yuan, to lead more than twenty men of sacrifice to the Sisters Waterfall to encircle and annihilate Yuan Tingshan."
Hsu Fengnian suppressed the shock in his heart and said with a smile, "Is this a sign of allegiance to express goodwill to me?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said coldly, "As long as Your Highness does not betray Mount Hui, Xuanyuan Qingfeng will not betray Your Highness."
"As expected of father and daughter. You speak in the same tone." Hsu Fengnian sighed from the bottom of his heart. He grabbed a handful of hawthorns and raised his hand slightly, wanting to give it to the woman who was temporarily sitting on the same boat as him. Seeing her wooden and indifferent expression, Hsu Fengnian did not feel embarrassed. He threw a hawthorn into his mouth and stood up to look at the river. His field of vision was wide and he saw a flight of gray geese in the sky. Second sister Xu Weixiong had once said that the geese in front of him would definitely be an experienced old geese who had traveled south and returned north. Hsu Fengnian was lost in thought when Shu Xiu came from the back of the boat, reporting that there was a raft of people chasing after them from Mount Hui's ferry. Hsu Fengnian walked to the side of the boat and saw a familiar-looking man on the raft. It was the flower thief who had been surrounded by danger by Blue Bird's Ksana Spear. He waved the Fan of Beauty and thought that he could bring about a cool autumn. Hsu Fengnian absolutely did not like this self-proclaimed romantic Jianghu man. Later, more than thirty people rushed to the snowy plains, putting on a grand display of changing their allegiance. Unfortunately, these heroes' flattery was all for naught. More than ten fence-sitters with uncertain positions were hung up by His Royal Highness on the spot. Hsu Fengnian saw that this fellow was pestering him endlessly, but he did not intend to make a fuss about it. However, what was strange was that other than this low-ranking guest from Mount Hui, there was also a young child on the raft who was not familiar with the ways of the world. He looked like he was carved from jade, with rosy lips and white teeth. He was very likable and adorable. Hsu Fengnian was immediately shocked. Could it be that nowadays, it had become popular to bring along family members to seek refuge?
The man, who had made a name for himself in Jianghu by picking flowers, rowed his bamboo pole with all his might, trying his best to catch up with the large boat. With great difficulty, he finally caught up with the large boat. In a loud voice, he said, "His Royal Highness, Long Yuxuan of Jian Province's Langye County, requests an audience!"
Hsu Fengnian unhappily said, "Didn't you see him? Did you take your son fishing on the She River? "
Long Yuxuan seemed to have been hit in his weak spot. He was slightly flustered and exasperated. He hurriedly explained, "Your Highness, this humble one left in a hurry. I don't know how this strange child got on the bamboo raft. This humble one doesn't even know this child!"
Unexpectedly, the delicate child called out "Dad" crisply, which immediately made Long Yuxuan lose his composure. The pitiful guest, who was somewhat famous in Jianghu, was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He turned his head to look at the innocent child at his feet and glared at him. "Dad, you're my dad! Can't you be my dad?!"
The child suddenly burst into tears. His two small hands did not forget to grab Long Yuxuan's robe. He sobbed miserably and said, "Dad, mom died early. You can't abandon me!"
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