Chen Yu originally thought that after this person got into trouble, he would run away from Guangling with his tail between his legs. So what if the King of Beiliang was His Royal Highness?
This was Guangling, the territory that the Vassal King Zhao Yi had painstakingly managed for twenty years. He had accumulated great power. According to the laws of the Vassal States, the King of Yan and the King of Guangling were not allowed to meet the King of Beiliang. Unfortunately, Zhao Yi was one of the seven Vassal Kings.
Other than the most powerful navy in the world, Guangling also had a considerable number of elite cavalry. Among them, the eight thousand personal guards of the King of Beiliang were the best of the best. They were as fast as an arrow and fought like thunder and lightning. The commander of the cavalry, Lu Shengxiang, and the general, Zhang Erbao, were publicly recognized as enemies of ten thousand people in the Liyang Dynasty. Their reputations were comparable to that of Xu Xiao's five foster sons, other than Chen Zhibao. Among them, Lu Shengxiang first went down to Luzhou on a snowy night in the Spring and Autumn Period, and then his cavalry crossed Dongyue. His military service was illustrious.
The Great General Gu Jiantang broke up his old subordinates and only brought his direct subordinates into the Ministry of War. All the military power fell into the pockets of the King of Yan and the King of Guangling. The dozens of provincial governors did not dare to ask for a single soldier.
In terms of military service and strength, the King of Guangling, Zhao Yi, could not compare to the Vassal King Xu Xiao of a different surname. However, a strong dragon could not fight a local snake. Moreover, Hsu Fengnian was at most a young snake crossing the river. How could he compete with Zhao Yi, the giant snake of Guangling who had already become a demon? Forced by the situation, Chen Yu and the maidservant Blue Bird walked slowly together. Looking up, the spectators on the shore had all scattered and fled for their lives. The ground was in a mess. They could see a black stream coming from the land. It was the distinctive black horse of the Beiliang Army, and its momentum was not inferior to that of the Guangling Front Line.
Chen Yu frowned. Had this Hsu Fengnian lost his mind? She did not dislike his cruel method of teaching the Crown Prince Hsu Fengnian a lesson. Evil people would be dealt with by evil people. The grudges between the top playboys were mostly not tender feelings. However, Hsu Fengnian was in a dangerous situation and yet he went against the current. This was not a rational thing to show off. This was not the way. Did he not understand such a simple principle?
Chen Yu snorted coldly and smiled coldly. It was really a pity that the grass snake's grey line had been hidden for thousands of miles. It had just left the garden and the grass hut, but it was going to be cut off by the Guangling River.
Shu Xiu and Yang Qingfeng had no reason to stay out of the matter. Blue Bird held a spear. The three of them pulled away from His Royal Highness and the old man wearing the sheepskin fur coat. Since they had abandoned the carriage, Blue Bird did not forget to let Shu Xiu bring along Đồng Thái's sword case. The two in front were prepared to face the first wave of cavalry head-on. It was really too arrogant. His Royal Highness moved forward confidently, with two swords hanging from his waist and the hilts in his hands. Although his face was slightly pale and he did not look well, no one doubted that His Royal Highness was just a sickly person after he pressed down on the horse's head and used his Qi to control objects.
The one-armed old God of Swords. Since today's battle would most likely be the last time he fought in the world, there was no harm in piercing through the sky. Back then, the Sword Emperor of Xishu had killed thousands of cavalry and died of exhaustion. Li Chungang wanted to teach the martial artists of the world that the peak of swordsmanship was not limited to this!
He, Li Chungang, had lived in Jianghu for a hundred years with his sword. So what if he had lost two battles to Wang Xianzhi? Was there really no junior swordsman who could pull down the Lord of Martial Emperor City? There was only one Đồng Thái. On the great river of swordsmanship, there were still too few!
Chen Yu was the last to leave. At his feet, the fat pig Zhao Yuang, who had fainted, opened his eyes slightly. The three hundred jin of meat rolled around as he climbed to his feet at lightning speed. His body was so strong that it made one wonder if their eyes were playing tricks on them. After rising, he ran in the opposite direction of Xu Fengnian, running as fast as he could, hoping to leave this place as soon as possible. Seeing all this, Chen Yu was slightly stunned. He thought that the Crown Prince of Guangling was not really that stupid. He even knew how to play dead to get away. If he had not made such a fool of himself, a few more pieces of meat would have been sliced off.
Chen Yu stopped looking at the pile of filthy fat and turned around to see that His Royal Highness of Beiliang was about to draw his sword. Chen Yu sighed in her heart. If she were in his shoes, she would have announced her family name loudly before the crowd dispersed and spread the name of Beiliang His Royal Highness all over Guangling. This was the only reason why Zhao Yi did not dare to attack her openly with nearly a thousand cavalrymen. After all, killing Beiliang's son without permission was a crime that was destined to cause a stir in the imperial court. Moreover, this son was the most important person in the Liyang Dynasty and was a first-class descendant who had inherited the title of His Royal Highness. However, the opportunity was fleeting. Those spectators, regardless of their family background, did not even have the courage to watch the fun. Even if they knew the inside story later, they were not qualified to be witnesses. Who would risk their lives to tell the imperial court?
Chen Yu, whose origin was unknown, had complicated thoughts. She remembered the back of Young Master Bai Qiu who threw the altar and the sword. At that time, she vaguely heard a sentence. She murmured to herself, "It's true that a hero's name will rise after his death. But this is the way a hero will cut off all means of retreat and sink all boats. You clearly have the potential to become an ambitious and ruthless Marquis who occupies the north and swallows the south. Why are you so reckless? I thought you were a loser on the outside but a loser on the inside. I didn't expect you to be a loser on the inside. "
On the Great Yan Dynasty's reading platform, a large banner with the character "Zhao" was fluttering in the wind. A middle-aged man who was even more obese than Zhao Yu was wearing an embroidered robe with a jade belt and nine pythons. His robe was embroidered with golden Sichuan brocade.
The chair under the man's buttocks was three times the size of an ordinary chair. He did not move the mountain. Just by sitting there, he was already taller than many of the civil officials of the Great Yan Dynasty. The embroidered robe of the dynasty could only be worn by members of the imperial family. Of course, those who raised the banner and rebelled were not included. This embroidered robe, which symbolized the peak of glory, splendor, wealth, and rank, was divided into nine grades. In terms of color, unless it was the Crown Prince, the vassal kings and ordinary princes would wear embroidered robes of light yellow, blue, or stone green according to the law. At most, the edges of the embroidered robe would be embroidered with gold. However, this small mountain who was in a mess was specially bestowed with a golden embroidered robe of the best quality. It could be said that the Heavenly Grace was extremely vast and mighty. This was because this vassal king who held great power was born from the same mother as the current Emperor. Compared to the other vassal kings, naturally they could not be mentioned in the same breath. The Prince of Guangling, Zhao Yi, was the only existence in the world who could sleep on the same bed as the Emperor!
In the past, when he hit the head of the County Chief with a jade ruyi, the result was nothing more than a great eunuch from the capital, Qian Diao Temple, rushing to Guangling to pass on a few words of verbal reprimand for the Emperor.
Beside the vassal king, Zhao Yi, stood an old man who looked like a skinny monkey. He had a moustache and was wearing a first-class robe made by Su Zhanggong, but his appearance was really ugly. On the other hand, there was a middle-aged general on the right side of Zhao Yi. He looked dignified and handsome, standing with his hand on his sword. It could be seen that the vassal king trusted this general very much. This man was the famous general of the present age, Lu Shengxiang. He was a crafty commander, and was especially good at using a small number of elite cavalrymen to raid thousands of miles away, winning the victory by surprise. Half of the merit of the fall of Dong Yue should be credited to Lu Shengxiang. Lu Shengxiang, who came from a cold family, had a very good reputation both in the army and in the scholarly circles. It was unknown why he always stayed in Guangling.
When Gu Jiantang entered the capital with twelve cavalrymen, there should have been Lu Shengxiang. These years, there was often a rumor that Lu Shengxiang would go to the capital to serve as the assistant minister of the Ministry of War. After five or six years of hard work, when Gu Jiantang reached a higher level, he would take over as the Minister of War. It was not until this year that the Tangxi Sword Immortal Lu Baijie of Huting County appeared out of nowhere and became the assistant minister of the Ministry of War that the court and the common people stopped guessing and clamoring.
The shifty-eyed old advisor of the Prince of Guangling stretched out his orchid fingers to twirl his beard, and said in a strange tone, "Shengxiang, you overestimate this Beiliang heir. If you had known earlier, you could have slowly swallowed him like a cat catching a mouse."
The moment the Beiliang heir and his entourage stepped into Guangling, the secret agent of the Prince of Guangling had already sent the news to the Spring Snow Building of the Prince of Guangling. This Spring Snow Building was an important place for the Prince of Guangling's military. All matters, no matter big or small, within the jurisdiction of Guangling originated from this building. Therefore, the Guangling officialdom viewed this building as a big dragon gate. To be able to enter this building and meet with the Prince of Guangling, Zhao Yi, proved that this official had truly stabilized his position in Guangling. To be able to give advice and advice to Zhao Yi, who had just become the Guangling Jiedushi, meant that this person was already a powerful official within Guangling. He was so popular that he was almost purple. Compared to those provincial governors who had the titles of feudal officials, he was even more frightening.
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