Countless onlookers gasped at the same time. After a high-quality warhorse weighing at least two thousand jin was intercepted, it could not move forward an inch. The horse's head smashed into the ground, its front hooves smashing into the stone floor. With a snap, the horse's sturdy rear half was twisted, and the general on the horse was thrown far away with his spear. With his ability, he should not have been in such a sorry state. It was only because this young master's methods were too unimaginable that he was capsized in the smelly ditch. The general was about to use the spear to get up when he suddenly felt a cold murderous intent enveloping his entire body. He was about to disregard his general's demeanor and act shamelessly against the enemy when the delicate and sweet-looking maid in green raised her foot and kicked his head into the ground. He died in an even more miserable state than the wanderer. The outstanding horsemanship of the rest of the horsemen was displayed incisively and vividly at this moment. They reined in their horses almost at the same time. For a moment, the horses neighed loudly and pierced the eardrums. All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and the situation was completely reversed.
The young master in embroidered clothes, whose face was as cool as water, patted his hands lightly as he looked at the rest of the horsemen who were intertwined with anger and fear. He did not say a word. Some of the young ladies who were carefully watching this scene through the gaps of the human wall were now filled with the face of this young master. After all, to these pretty girls from humble families, the man who was versed in both the pen and the sword on the Guangling River was too unattainable. All of his miraculous deeds were just hearsay. At most, when they read novels like "The First Snow", they would be immersed in the sorrowful woman in the novel and shed tears of sympathy. They would not really think that they would be able to spend a night with such a talented young master, and would not really be able to call out to such an infatuated young master. Therefore, it was far more unforgettable than witnessing it with their own eyes.
That young master didn't seem to have the patience to confront them. He took a step forward, and the weakened cavalry subconsciously took a step back. Just as the light cavalry came back to their senses and felt ashamed and angry, a series of heavy horse hooves sounded. The cavalry heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that the main character had arrived, and they all made way.
A Ferghana horse with a light golden mane slowly galloped over. With its outstanding leg strength, it shouldn't be so difficult. However, the person on the horse's back was shockingly heavy. His appearance seemed to be carved from the same mold as Zhao Yi, the Prince of Guangling. He couldn't be called ugly, but rather bloated. The horse's back was bumpy, and even his exquisite and cumbersome clothes couldn't hide the trembling of his fat. There were no more than a hundred Ferghana horses in the dynasty at most. Excluding the twenty or so in the Imperial City, half of the number was divided among the officials, nobles, relatives of the Imperial Family, generals, and officials. As a result, outside of the Imperial City, no matter who it was, even if it was a dog, as long as they had the right to sit on a horse that was oozing blood after a long journey, there would be a large number of people willing to acknowledge them as their ancestors. Behind the Ferghana horse, there was also a precious green horse that couldn't be bought with money. Sitting on it was a haggard old man dressed in grey, and his eyes were like knives. Below the two horses, there was a servant. When the horse stopped, this person quickly stood on tiptoe and whispered to his master, pointing at the Murong siblings. He didn't take the young master who dared to compete with the cavalry of the Peregrine Falcon Battalion seriously at all. As a servant, he was like this, not to mention the fat man. From the beginning to the end, he didn't look at the guy whose actions were shocking enough. He just smiled and stared at the women whose figures were more enchanting than the other. His eyes were as big as copper bells, and he even forgot to use his sleeve to wipe away the saliva at the corner of his mouth. It was a pity that his expensive clothes were made by the dignified Craftsman Su.
Everyone sighed in their hearts.
When this notorious master arrived, even immortals wouldn't be able to survive in Guangling. For a moment, when they looked at the handsome young master again, they could only sneer. The human heart was full of ups and downs, how wonderful it was.
The fat man finally remembered to wipe away the saliva that was drooling from his mouth. He waved his hand and said, "Snatch!"
The servant's greatest skill in life was to flatter and curry favor. When he heard that his master had issued the imperial edict, he changed his original humble posture and straightened his back. He hurriedly turned his head to look at the Peregrine Falcon Battalion cavalry who were incompetent and scolded, "A bunch of useless things! Didn't you hear His Royal Highness's words? Quickly, snatch! "
In Guangling, which encompassed the entire old West Chu dynasty and a small part of Dongyue, the scholarly spirit of the scholars could be said to be the most important in the world. Although in these years, under the rule of the Guangling King, there were descendants of powerful families who bullied men and women, which was reasonable, most of these filthy acts would not be so brazen. No one would be foolish enough to do things under the noses of the countless aristocratic families who were watching the Tide Viewing Ceremony. The thirty thousand students of the Imperial College in the capital, excluding the Gangnam-do, were mostly scholars from Guangling. In addition, the Old Grand Tutor of West Chu, Sun Xiji, who was in charge of a province under the title of Left Servant She, had become the stabilizing force in the hearts of the scholars of Guangling. Generally speaking, no matter how lawless the scholars were, they would have to think twice before committing crimes. But in Guangling, there was only one exception, and that was the eldest son of the first wife of Zhao Yi, Zhao Yuang. He was a classic example of a tiger father, a dog son. He did not inherit the shrewdness of his father, and only learned Zhao Yi's lustfulness and gluttony. He bullied and humiliated women, and in terms of numbers, he could be said to have surpassed his father. Last year, he had his eyes on the daughter-in-law of a Linqing County Chief and chased her through two counties. In the end, he broke into the manor with a gang of vicious servants and stripped the young lady of her clothes. The matter was brought to the Guangling King's side. In the end, the dignified fourth-rank County Chief with a embroidered sparrow on his chest was killed on the spot by Zhao Yi with a jade ruyi. Immediately after, an official who had gone to the capital to file a complaint was intercepted and killed on the way out. How could the domineering father and son of Zhao Yi and Zhao Yuang not be chilling to the bone?
Hsu Fengnian smiled and asked, "Zhao Yuang, you want to steal my women?"
His Royal Highness, Zhao Yuang, made a sound of surprise and seemed to find it interesting. His fat body leaned forward slightly as he finally noticed this outsider. He asked a question that was very much in line with his style, "You know this Heir? Do we know each other very well? "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Not very well."
Zhao Yuang rolled his eyes and said, "Then what are you talking about? Don't worry, this Heir is not an unreasonable person. I'm in a good mood today, so after stealing a few of your women, I'll return a few of your servant girls that this Heir is tired of playing with. "
Hsu Fengnian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why was this fat pig so different from Jingan Heir, Zhao Xun? He was twice the weight of the latter, but the meat in his head was probably not even the size of Zhao Xun's finger. He believed that if it weren't for Zhao Yi, the Prince of Guangling's protection, he wouldn't even be able to sell these three hundred catties of meat for much money.
Zhao Yuang pursed his lips and muttered to himself, "Heh, this Heir only admires one person in this lifetime, and that is Beiliang's Hsu Fengnian, Brother Xu!"
His Royal Highness said in a bad mood, "Why aren't you scramming? This Heir is giving you a lot of face by stealing your women. If you don't know what's good for you, I'll skin you and throw you into the Guangling River."
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