Hsu Fengnian went to look for Yu Youwei. From the beginning to the end, from the beginning of their conversation to the parting of ways, the plump beauty holding the white cat did not speak to His Royal Highness at all. Hsu Fengnian went ashore and mounted the handsome white horse. Looking back, he saw her and Wu Meiniang, who had gained an unknown amount of weight. Hsu Fengnian sighed quietly. He could not see the slightest bit of joy or sorrow in her eyes. After this parting, they would not be able to meet again for at least a few years. If his second sister, Xu Weixiong, did not say anything, Hsu Fengnian would not have allowed her to stay at Shangyin Academy. It seemed that her parents were buried there. When His Royal Highness returned to Beiliang after three years of traveling, if he had been a few days later, she seemed to have said that she would go to the Academy to guard her parents' graves and would not set foot in Jianghu again. Hsu Fengnian sat on the horse and gently pulled on the reins. He turned the horse around and rode slowly along the road. He remembered that when he was still a dandy among dandy, he had a conversation with Yu Huakui, who was not Yu Xuanji. She had said that the word "sorrow" should be explained by the autumn in the heart of parting people. Hsu Fengnian looked up at the sky and muttered, "It's really a good time to be filled with bullshit homesickness and sorrow."
On the shore, the little bug who was still lustful shouted toward the big ship, "Sister Yu, Sister Yu, when I grow up, I'll marry you. It's a promise!"
The corner of Long Yuxuan's mouth twitched. He grabbed the little kid by the collar and pulled him back. Then he leaped onto a horse and rode together with the father and son. If it were not for the kid's mischievous behavior, it would have been a happy and harmonious scene.
Other than the father and son, His Royal Highness and his two retainers, Shu Xiu and Yang Qingfeng, were all riding horses. Princess Jing 'an Pei and the Murong siblings, Nan Wei and her brother, rode in two separate carriages. The Old Sword God and Blue Bird were the coachmen.
This small group of people headed all the way to the northeast.
At first, His Royal Highness not only seized the time to ask Old Man Li for advice in martial arts, but he also took the time to go to the carriage and play a few rounds with the caged Princess Pei. Later, when they got close to the famous isolated city along the coast, he rode alone and became taciturn. Murong Tong Huang was fine, but Murong Wu Zhu's temperament was weak and she was not good at hiding her emotions. Ever since she met His Royal Highness, she had a very good impression of this handsome and confident young master. Especially after the battle on the snowy plains, it was His Royal Highness who had personally moved the boulder in their hearts. Anyone with a discerning eye would be sure that as long as the Heir Apparent joked about marrying him, she would probably shy away and accept his offer. Along the way, she would always sneakily lift the curtain and look at his back more than at the sea. There were thousands of kinds of injuries in the world. Emotional injuries were incurable, but there was no cure for mental illness. Surprisingly, Murong Tong Huang did not reprimand her and seemed to let nature take its course.
They arrived.
Looking up, they could see the towering outer wall of Martial Emperor City.
The horses were intelligent. They did not need Hsu Fengnian to pull the reins and they would stop on their own.
His Royal Highness from Beiliang did not look at the wall. Instead, he turned to look at the surface of the Eastern Sea and was lost in thought.
After waiting for a long time, Blue Bird asked softly, "Young Master, are we not going to enter the city?"
Hsu Fengnian said softly, "Enter the city."
He took the lead.
The Martial Emperor City was a lone city that was independent of the dynasty. Therefore, the guards at the city gate were mostly decorations. They did not need any guide to enter the city unless they were martial artists who violated the rules of the Martial Emperor City and were not allowed to enter the city. The rest were treated equally regardless of whether they were commoners, nobles, or ministers. It did not matter if they rode on horses, jumped, or crawled into the city. Of course, ever since Wang Xianzhi became the City Lord, the Martial Emperor City had never opened its gates to welcome guests. Even when the Emperor who unified the Spring and Autumn Period entered the city, the Second in the World did not come out of the inner city to welcome him. It was the first time that Shu Xiu and Yang Qingfeng stepped into the Martial Emperor City. Even though they were used to the storms of the Jianghu, they still felt extremely heavy when they walked into the shadow of the city gate from outside the city. There were countless cities in the world. For the past hundred years, the martial arts evaluation was held once every twenty years. Only this city gate had seen almost all of the top ten experts. The current outstanding figures who stood at the top of the martial arts world, such as Đồng Thái, who rode on a donkey and carried a peach blossom branch, and Cao Changqing, who was dressed in black, walked past. They were all like the people of the Jianghu around Shu Xiu and Yang Qingfeng. They had to pass through the city gate and follow the main road to face the inner city.
There was a monster with the surname Wang, who claimed to be the Second in the World.
Two years ago, there seemed to be a Western Shu swordsman named Jian Jiuhuang. He carried a sword case and walked past the city gate for the second time. Unfortunately, he only walked twice and left behind six famous swords. In the end, he did not even leave the city with his life. He just sat there and died on the city gate.
Hsu Fengnian dismounted and led the horse forward.
After walking for a while, he saw a wine stall by the side of the road. After hesitating for a while, he sat down and asked the waiter, "Do you have wine?"
"Yes, yes, yes. We sell wine. How can we not have wine? We have all the good wine from all over the world here!"
The sharp-eyed shop owner saw that this young master was dressed in fine clothes and had an extraordinary aura. He thought that a big fat sheep had come. He told the waiter, who always felt that he only took money and was not willing to do anything, to scram to the side. He personally went up to the young master and praised himself. He jogged a few steps and came in front of the young master. Seeing the dishes on the table, he smiled flatteringly and said, "Young master, we have Zhuyeqing, Liangzhou Laojiao, Jian Nanchun, and Jinling Daqu. What would you like to drink?"
The young master smiled and said, "How about rice wine?"
The shop owner hesitated for a while. He did have rice wine, but it could not be sold for a high price. No matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to get a lot of money. Just as he was about to persuade the young man in front of him to change to those famous wines that cost more money, the young master turned his head and looked at the inner city wall. He said firmly, "Rice wine will do."
The shop owner rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Judging from your accent, you must be from Beiliang, right? Yellow rice wine is good. To be honest, our yellow rice wine is a century-old brand in the city. Although a pot of wine costs twenty taels of silver, which is a bit expensive, but you get what you pay for. It's definitely worth it! By the way, do you know about the competition that everyone in Jianghu knew about a few years ago? My goodness, I am an honest person. I did not say that it was a once in a hundred years event, but a once in a decade event. Before the old swordsman Huang competed with the mayor, he drank a lot of rice wine at our stall. He praised our wine and said that he did not spend twenty taels of silver in vain! This swordsman is amazing. He has six of the ten famous swords in the world. Young master, you said it yourself. How can the swordsman Huang be weak? Isn't that right? Alas, it is a pity that this swordsman did not drink enough rice wine at our stall. As the old saying goes, drinking wine strengthens one's courage. Heh, if he had another pot, he might accidentally use his skills as a sword immortal … "
The young master only listened to the shop owner's chatter and did not say anything.
The servant girl in green who did not get off the carriage pursed her lips tightly. She wanted to say something but stopped. In the end, she did not open her mouth to disturb the young master.
The old man with the sheepskin fur coat closed his eyes and dozed off.
The young master finally said, "Give me a pot of wine and two bowls."
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