Ever since he was a child, Li Yishan had joked that he looked like a rich man from the north and the south. No wonder he was reincarnated into the Xu family. His eldest sister, Xu Zhihu, always joked that of the four people in the family, he looked the most like their mother. Their facial features were the same, their eyes were the same, and even their hair was the same. She always said that she was very jealous. Hsu Fengnian's vision blurred. His mind flashed, and he thought of many trivial things. He thought of Xu Xiao's hunched back, the four siblings laughing and playing, the spirit-suppressing song of Prince Liang's Mansion on Mount Qing Liang, the white robe that had been a heavy shadow in his heart since he was a child, the old man's sword came and went, and the bloated hill on the military parade platform by the Guangling River. Too many people and too many things flashed by. He didn't know why, but when his life came to an end, he felt sorry for his father, Xu Xiao, for not being able to take over the burden of three hundred thousand cavalrymen from him, and for not being able to ease his shoulders. In the end, he thought of a woman's dimples. Although they grew up together, they couldn't be called childhood sweethearts. He had lived for no more than twenty years, but he had already seen all kinds of women. Perhaps it was just as the head maidservant Sweet Potato had said. He appeared to be affectionate, but was actually heartless and cold. He had cared about many women, but it seemed that he could let go of any of them. Only she, no matter whether it was the three years of wandering about with Old Huang as a stray dog, or his travels afterwards, or this trip to Northern Mang, would always think of her and feel his heart ache.
If the world knew that Hsu Fengnian, who already had the hereditary title in his hands, was going to Beimang alone, they would definitely laugh. His Royal Highness had nothing better to do. He didn't want to be the heir, so why did he have to risk his life for something? Your father had already proven that no matter how wonderful Jianghu was, in front of the cavalrymen, he could only crawl and surrender. You can just wait for the King of Beiliang to die of old age, and wear that luxurious robe of the King of Beiliang. Why not? Even if the whole world knew that Chen Zhibao was a thorn in their throat and that they would most likely lose to him, even if the Hsu Fengnian turned a blind eye, it would only result in the loss of military power. The King of Beiliang was still the King of Beiliang, and the White-clothed War Immortal was still the White-clothed War Immortal. One sat in Beiliang, and the other sat on the border. The two sides were clearly separated, and the well water did not interfere with the river water. This was already enough to make people drool. Don't be discontented, and don't overestimate your capabilities. Regardless of whether you are Royal Highness or an idiot, even if you go to the Beiliang Army, no matter how many military merits you accumulate, will you be able to challenge Chen Baiyi, who rose from the Great War of the Spring and Autumn Period? You can force Soldier Saint Ye Baikui to death? How many years do you have to build a direct line of soldiers under Chen Zhibao's nose? Taking a step back, Chen Zhibao killed Great Grandmaster Wang Xiu, who was once as famous as Li Chungang in Fengdu Green Robe and Fu Jiang in Red Armor. What qualifications does Hsu Fengnian have to compete with him on the same stage? In the entire Liyang Dynasty, no one thought that he could be like the King of Beiliang and control the 300,000 strong cavalry. It was funny, but this seemed to be the reason why the middle-aged man in the capital, Great Peace City, allowed the eldest son of the King of Beiliang to do whatever he wanted.
In such a big dynasty that ruled the Spring and Autumn Period, there was not a single young person who was so important to the Emperor.
Hsu Fengnian's fingers trembled as he tied his loose knot.
That night, Xu Xiao said, "Fengnian, if you die in Beimang, Beiliang will be handed over to Chen Zhibao." The Beiliang army has changed its tune. This is nothing to me, Xu Xiao. But if you die, as your father, I can only do what your mother did when she entered the palace alone. I can't take revenge. "
Hsu Fengnian joked at that time, "As a father, you are really useless. If my disappointing son dies in Beimang, you can lead the Beiliang cavalry all the way to Beimang's palace. How domineering would that be?"
Xu Xiao was silent for a long time. In the end, he chuckled and said, "Father also wants to and will do that. But I'm afraid that you will really die, so I said some discouraging words to deceive you. My Xu family has three hundred thousand cavalry. No matter what, we will destroy half of Beimang's national strength. How can father do such a domineering thing better than you? "
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "Of course I won't die if I don't have to." Just thinking about it made him sullen.
Xu Xiao, who never hit this son of his, slapped Hsu Fengnian's head. The general, who never believed in ghosts, actually spat a few times and jokingly scolded him, "Don't say such discouraging words." Then, he muttered to himself a few times, "Children's words carry no harm."
Hsu Fengnian replied helplessly, "You're already 20 years old. What children's words carry no harm."
Xu Xiao shook his head and didn't say anything else.
Hsu Fengnian closed his eyes and put his hands on the spring thunder. He understood some things. Why did Xu Xiao still like to sew shoes like an old farmer? Xuanyuan Jingcheng should have been like Zhang Julu, knowledgeable about the world. At the very least, he could have been close to Xun Ping. But he was blocked outside the door of his family of three, on the Mount Hui of the Xuanyuan surname. Even if he became a Confucian Sage, he still couldn't take half a step out. The one who rode the ox eventually went down the mountain. But what was the difference between going down the mountain and going up the mountain? Old Man Li wearing a sheepskin coat at 16 years old, King Kong at 19 years old, Xuan Zhi at 24 years old, Celestial Phenomenon. Why was it that after losing his arm, he was still at the Gates of Hell on the river, making a few smiles and a flying sword?
In the end, it was all one word.
Hsu Fengnian thought of her dimples and stood up shakily.
Even if he didn't admit it, he knew that he liked her. If he didn't like her, how could he not get tired of looking at her after so many years?
He just didn't know that he liked her so much.
Since he liked her but couldn't say it out loud, he shouldn't die here!
After Hsu Fengnian opened his eyes, he wiped the blood with his sleeve and shouted with a smile, "Jiang Ni! I like you! "
Tuoba Chunsun laughed coldly, but he couldn't laugh again.
A young woman came over on a sword. Behind her, there was a Confucian in a green robe who was walking on the waves.
The woman stood on a long sword, floating in the air in front of the guy who was in a dead end.
She glared and said angrily, "Why did you call me? Shameless! "
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