Every time the head of the tide moved forward a certain distance, the scholars, who were served by beautiful maids, brushes, and ink, would finish writing a poem. They would then have their friends recite it out loud. After winning the applause of the audience, they would then throw the poem along with the rice paper into the Guangling River. Although it was said to be impromptu, everyone knew that these meticulously crafted poems had already been prepared. Some of the noblemen who did not have enough ink in their stomachs would rack their brains for a long time before watching the tide. Some of the more unscrupulous ones would simply throw gold and silver to buy some from the scholars of the Han family. The price of each word would depend on how generous the buyer was and the quality of the seller's words. The lowest price would be a dozen taels of silver, and the highest price would be a basin full of gold.
In his early years, the Heir of Beiliang was the most famous sucker in this line of work. When he heard the endless chanting that followed the tide, he naturally knew the knack of it. There were constantly scholars who spoke eloquently and fluently, echoing the majestic military posture of the navy on the Guangling River. It really did have the flavor of a flourishing dynasty. It was very capable of making the common people submit to the might of the Vassal King Zhao Yi.
Hsu Fengnian did not let Chen Yu get to the bottom of the matter as he wished. He only raised his head and glanced at the Prince of Guangling, Zhao Yi. Looking at the blurred figure, he really looked like a small mountain. Under this fat pig, there were two empresses of the fallen Spring and Autumn Kingdom. As for the princesses and concubines that were reduced to prisoners, there were even more that could not be counted with one's fingers and toes. When Zhao Yi took the order to hold the line in Guangling, it was rumored that every few days, there would be noble ladies from the royal family who could not bear the humiliation and would jump into wells, swallow hairpins, or hang themselves. His notoriety spread throughout the dynasty and was on par with Beiliang's Chu Lushan.
However, if one thought that Zhao Yi was just a lecherous man who defiled the women of the nobility, one would have underestimated this king who weighed more than three hundred pounds. The barren Beiliang where Xu Xiao was from and the barren Southern Tang where Yan Ci was from had a valiant culture. Beiliang was even under the control of hundreds of thousands of people. However, to be fair, Guangling, which was the old land of West Chu and East Yue, was the most difficult to pacify. The scholars of West Chu were unparalleled in the world and there were many famous scholars. If Guangling King Zhao Yi didn't have any real ability and only knew how to suppress bloodshed instead of winning over the people's hearts, Guangling, which was rich with taxes, would have been devastated long ago. This was tantamount to a disaster for the Empire's financial operations. Although the current emperor's brothers weren't all great talents, none of them were mediocre. The Liyang Dynasty was able to conquer the world not only because of fate, but also because of the Zhao family's manpower.
Just as His Royal Highness had completed the Lü Qiantang and was preparing to leave the riverside, an untimely sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded. Turning his head to look, Hsu Fengnian frowned. There were actually dozens of light cavalry in bright armor galloping over, forcibly cutting through the sea of people to create a path. Many commoners who could not dodge in time were sent flying by the warhorses on the spot. There were more than thirty cavalrymen with exquisite horsemanship, carrying sabers and crossbows. They were very eye-catching, and it was their instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. A hundred steps in front of Hsu Fengnian, the commoners who were watching the tide had already moved aside to create a path for two horses to ride side by side.
The leader of the cavalrymen with a strong physique was holding a pitch-black snake spear. His face was ferocious as he stared at Hsu Fengnian who was standing on the riverside. Suddenly, he increased the strength of his horse's abdomen and accelerated forward. At this critical moment, a young child who might have been separated from his parents fell onto the road for some reason and sat on the ground, crying loudly. The cavalryman with the spear did not have the slightest intention of reining in his horse. He only had a ferocious smile on his face, which made one's hair stand on end. On both sides of the horse path were the children of Guangling's landowning households and the commoners. No one dared to be unlucky. Firstly, everyone knew that the Guangling Prince's Falcon Battalion was responsible for the safety of the land. Secondly, even if they wanted to do something, they really did not have the strength to do so. Guangling's scholars did not have the strength to stop a galloping warhorse. Were they in a hurry to be reincarnated?
How could a scholar's brush resist a warrior's spear?
At this moment, a young man who looked like a wanderer among the crowd shouted, "No!". He pressed his hands on the shoulders of the two people in front of him and jumped up high, wanting to stop the horse and save the child. This chivalrous wulin man was obviously from outside and had underestimated the terrifying strength of the general on the horse as well as the coldness of the Guangling King's armored soldiers. Before he could save the child, a spear was raised and pierced through his chest. It was as if the man had directly collided with the tip of the spear, piercing his heart and causing his blood to splatter everywhere. The poor wanderer who had just begun his journey in Jianghu was instantly killed. With a pull of the iron spear, the corpse fell back into the crowd.
In the blink of an eye, the horse's hooves the size of a bowl were about to step on the child's body without hesitation. The galloping horse's hooves could easily create two bloody holes in the child's body. There were those who could not bear to watch and those who were watching with their eyes wide open. There were those who could not bear to watch, those who widened their eyes with relish, and those who were only filled with shock and fear. After the horseman killed the child and pulled out his spear, he cast a piercingly cold look at the young man in the distance. However, his pupils violently contracted, and he was a hundred times more surprised than when he had dealt with the reckless Jianghu youth. In the eyes of the crowd, they could only see the handsome young man wearing a brocade robe and a white fur coat. The tips of his feet were like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. After touching the ground a few times, he arrived behind the crying child. He bent down and grabbed the child's collar towards his chest. Then, he came to a swift and unrestrained stop. His slender body slightly leaned back, but his footsteps did not stop. He faced the general on the horse and swept backwards. The general was filled with a sense of mania and anger. How dare this kid show off his chivalrous demeanor in front of his spear?
The general on the horse raised his iron spear again. Borrowing the horse's momentum, he thrust it towards the young man's chest. He shouted, "You're looking for death!"
The young man did not seem to use any force, but his retreating speed suddenly increased to the extreme. He was as swift as a rainbow, and immediately pulled away from the horse for a long distance. He placed the frightened and dazed child beside a female servant dressed in green. Contrary to everyone's expectations, after the young man who had forcefully seized the opportunity to save the child, not only did he not stop while he was ahead, but he shook his shoulders and the fox fur coat he was wearing was shaken out of his body. The female servant dressed in green clothes and embroidered shoes gently caught it. He himself once again rushed forward.
The spear came with a menacing momentum. The young man who had just displayed a method to save the child was like moving clouds and flowing water, and it was pleasing to the eye. Now, he expressionlessly held the spear's tip. Without saying a word, he suddenly pulled it back. This actually encouraged the horse to charge forward with a thunderous momentum. The next moment, everyone's eyes widened and their hearts surged. The young man who looked like an elegant young man from an aristocratic family, far more than a Jianghu wanderer, suddenly stopped. He leaped up slightly, pressed down on the horse's head, and pressed it down!
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