The Beiliang cavalry that was a little closer to the three of them all kept their eyes fixed on His Royal Highness as they galloped. In the past, all they had seen and heard was that His Royal Highness was jealous of other young masters and snatching women. Previously, there had been no news of His Royal Highness's three years of travel, so they had only thought that His Royal Highness had gone to harm the girls of other places. But this time, news of His Royal Highness's trip had spread back to Beiliang, causing the whole of Beiliang to be extremely shocked. Outside Xiangfan City, he had single-handedly faced the King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, and stabbed a general to death in front of the vassal king. Who would believe that? Later, they heard that the old God of Swords Li Chungang, who had somehow become His Royal Highness's retainer, had borrowed countless swords from Mount Hui in Jianzhou. The Taoist Master's Residence at Mount Longhu had flown into a rage out of humiliation and demanded that the old God of Swords return. His Royal Highness had said, "Return my ass." This was a beautiful story that many people believed without a doubt. This was His Royal Highness's style. Speaking of this, they felt that it was absurd, but at the same time, it was very satisfying. As for the recent news that Li Chungang had killed 2,600 horsemen by the Guangling River, not many people believed it to be true. But His Royal Highness had said that he would make the Beiliang swords hang all over Guangling. Almost all of the listeners had slapped the table in amazement and cheered! During this period of time, because of this sentence, Beiliang's specialty, Green Ant Wine, was almost out of stock.
The people of Beiliang drank to liven things up. The restaurants and taverns in the streets and alleys were booming with business. The overwhelming condemnation of His Royal Highness vanished like smoke in thin air. Some of the storytellers with good business acumen gathered information from all over the place and fabricated even more wonderful stories. As long as they talked about His Royal Highness' travels, they would win cheers from the crowd. Usually, the storytellers would use up a few catties of saliva, and the extra tips would at most be a few copper coins. But now, they could earn quite a few pieces of silver every day. They spared no effort in flattering and praising His Royal Highness, who they had never met before. At first, the scholars and scholars snorted disdainfully, but they couldn't stand the unanimous opinions of everyone around them. At first, they were skeptical, but in the end, seeing the general trend, they had no choice but to join in the commotion.
However, the Beiliang Army remained unusually silent.
Murong Wuzhu put down the curtain and muttered to herself, "It turns out that a great demon like Chu Lushan is also afraid of His Royal Highness."
Murong Tonghuang sneered and said, "This Chu Lushan is only afraid of the King of Beiliang who has contributed so much that he can't reward him."
Murong Wuzhu frowned. She wasn't used to refuting her brother, so she lowered her voice and said, "But I feel that Chu Lushan is actually a little afraid of His Royal Highness."
Murong Tonghuang hesitated and fell into deep thought.
Before entering Liangzhou City, His Royal Highness sat back in the carriage and rode in the same carriage as Pei Nanwei.
Princess Pei lifted a corner of the curtain and saw the people pointing at them through the gap. She sneered and said, "His Royal Highness can be shy? Crossing mountains and ridges for three thousand miles and finally turning a bad reputation into a good one. Isn't that the original intention of His Royal Highness's trip this time? "
Hsu Fengnian ignored the sarcasm. He folded his two swords on his knees and closed his eyes. He silently breathed according to the Da Huang Ting's heart sutra. The red date mark between his eyebrows faded after leaving Guangling.
Beiliang Palace.
Pei Nanwei followed Hsu Fengnian down the carriage. What she didn't expect was the grand scale of the prince's mansion and the shabby welcoming party. Such a huge mansion that occupied a mountain and surrounded a lake should have countless servants. But at this time, there was only an old man who didn't have a strong body standing at the vermilion gate. Today was Lidong. As the old saying goes, the water is frozen and the ground is frozen. Pheasants in the flood become clams and toads. The old man seemed to be afraid of the cold and put his hands into his thick sleeves. It seemed that after standing for a long time, the heat in his body was quickly dissipating. The old man couldn't help but shake his feet in the wind. When he saw the carriage stop, he walked over with a smile. When he saw His Royal Highness, he smiled and said some trivial things like, "You're back. Good, good, good. You look stronger." "Father has asked the mansion to prepare several meat dishes, such as rolling donkey and tender ginger duck. In a year, Lidong is the best food for the body." "Hey, how come you brought so many women with you when you left Liangzhou? Could it be that you didn't bring enough money with you and those girls in Liangzhou are too shrewd and unscrupulous? "
The corner of Murong Tonghuang's mouth twitched.
Murong Wu Zhu's eyes widened. She was at a loss. This old man couldn't be the Northern Liang Prince, could he? Murong Wuzhu kept telling herself that it was absolutely not.
Princess Jing'an Pei Nanwei was as shocked as Murong Wuzhu and Murong Wuzhu. But in the end, she was more experienced in the ways of the world. She bowed politely, but her voice couldn't help but tremble a little. "Pei Nanwei greets Great General Xu."
Murong Wuzhu swallowed and instinctively took a step back.
After Murong Tonghuang confirmed the identity of the old man in front of him, he waved his sleeves and prostrated himself on the ground. He put his forehead on the cold stone floor and said respectfully, "I, Murong Tonghuang from Jianzhou, greet the King of Beiliang!"
Unfortunately, Xu Xiao didn't even look at Princess Jing'an who was bowing politely and Murong Tonghuang who was prostrating himself on the ground. The old man, whose attire was completely different from that of the first king of the dynasty, saw that his son didn't move. He rubbed his hands and put them to his mouth to blow smoke. He asked with a smile, "Are you complaining that I didn't give you enough men to kill that fat pig Zhao Yi in Guangling?"
Princess Pei, who didn't feel neglected at all, twitched her eyelids. Murong Tonghuang, who didn't dare to move, trembled even more.
Hsu Fengnian pursed his lips, which always gave people the impression of being harsh, and said calmly, "I thought you would scold me. Even if you didn't scold me, at least you wouldn't give me a good face."
Xu Xiao looked at his eldest son with a smile. He waved his sleeves gently and patted His Royal Highness on the shoulder. They walked to the side door together and said softly, "No one knows a son better than a father. How could I not know that you're forcing yourself to be the King of Beiliang?"
Hsu Fengnian was silent.
After entering the mansion, Hsu Fengnian caught a glimpse of a big celadon plate in the hands of the chief steward. There was a small porcelain bowl in it, and there was a lump of meat that didn't look fresh.
In the eyes of Princess Jing'an and Pei Nanwei, the old man was more like a rich man than a butcher. He pursed his lips and said with a smile, "It was cut off from Zhao Yi's body and sent here as fast as possible."
Hsu Fengnian was stunned.
Xu Xiao said slowly, "After you left Guangling, I sent someone to reason with him. He probably felt that he was in the wrong, so he cut off this piece of meat himself."
Pei Nanwei had an impulse to turn around and run away.
This time, Xu Xiao didn't smile mischievously with His Royal Highness, who he doted on the most. He only said softly, "I'm old after all. In the future, you'll have to reason with others."
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