Crown Prince Xu tossed out a few bundles of bait and got tired of watching the carp flip about. He clapped his hands and stood up. Originally, Jiang Ni had prepared a damask soaked in warm water to wipe his hands, but Hsu Fengnian didn't take it. Three years of tempering. It was difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, but there was also a transition from frugality to extravagance.
He left the Tide-listening Pavilion alone and didn't forget to turn around and remind her.
"Sister Jiang Ni, don't even think about sneaking into the pavilion and trying to steal a secret martial arts manual. You know that none of the guard servants inside can be dealt with with with a divine talisman in your sleeve. Those old fellows are far less protective of the fairer sex than me. It's better for girls to grind their sleeves together with their bare hands. Let's go, don't glare at me. The first time I saw you, I knew Sister Jiang Ni's eyes were beautiful. "
After teasing the maidservants, Xu Fengnian walked towards the stable that belonged to him and his second sister. Along the way, he saw beautiful maidservants and did not forget to reach out to hug their waists and touch their small hands. For those who were more beautiful, of course, he did not forget to rub their heavy breasts and call them sister. Then, he flirtatiously said, "Oh, there are a few extra taels of meat here. Don't tire yourself out walking." This caused a series of laughter that sounded like silver bells.
Hsu Fengnian arrived at a stable that was even more extravagant than the average wealthy family's. For the time being, there was only a lonely, maroon, lame horse inside.
Old Huang, who had worked as a coachman for the prince's residence for many years, was chatting with the horse. He saw His Royal Highness, who had depended on him for three years, grinning foolishly out of habit, revealing two front teeth. Hsu Fengnian rolled his eyes and said in surprise, "Old Huang, where's your box? Why aren't you carrying it?"
Old Huang was probably from Shu. He couldn't change his Western Shu accent, which wasn't very popular in the dynasty.
The tiny Western Shu, which had less than 60,000 soldiers, couldn't escape the fate of being destroyed by the King of Beiliang, just like the Western Chu Dynasty. However, Old Huang was much cuter than Jiang Ni. He knew his place very well.
During these three years of bleak travel, if not for Old Huang's ability to fish, climb trees, steal chickens and dogs, and teach Hsu Fengnian how to weave straw sandals, he would've starved to death in a foreign land.
The old servant was carrying a bag wrapped in rags on his back. There was only a long red sandalwood box in it. He would rather die than let Xu Fengnian open it to see what was inside.
At first, Xu Fengnian thought that it was a famous Xuanji box used to store divine weapons in Jianghu. He thought that his father would at least send a peerless master to accompany him. But when he met the bandits for the first time and saw that this old servant was even more like a stray dog than he was, he was completely disappointed.
Every time he tried to persuade Old Huang to open the box, the old coachman would only shake his head and smile foolishly. Hsu Fengnian could only curse, "It's not like I want your wife to strip naked for me to see."
Once in Qinghe County, Hsu Fengnian couldn't resist his curiosity and secretly studied it when Old Huang went to take a dump. However, he didn't get the main point. He only felt that the box was cold and piercing just by holding it. As a result, Old Huang's eyes were filled with hidden bitterness. He was even more pitiful than the virgin girls he took liberties with on the streets of Lingzhou.
After that, perhaps it was retribution, Hsu Fengnian caught a cold the next day. It was Old Huang who boiled medicine, boiled water, and stole sweet potatoes to roast. He was so busy that he was badly burned. After that, the old coachman carried Hsu Fengnian on his back for half a year. The biggest impression he had was that Old Huang's bony skeleton made him panic. Of course, there was also some unspoken gratitude.
After that, Hsu Fengnian didn't have any ideas about the box. However, it was inevitable that he would faintly think that he would find out the little secret in a certain year. Of course, it was an insignificant little secret. It would be a joke if an old coachman had such a big secret.
To this day, Hsu Fengnian still remembered it clearly. After escaping the pursuit of the grassland bandits, he asked the old servant, "Old Huang, are you a master?"
Old Huang nodded with a "shyness" that would only appear on a beautiful woman's face.
Hsu Fengnian asked again, "The kind that's very tall?"
Old Huang seemed to be even more embarrassed. He turned his head slightly and nodded again.
Hsu Fengnian thought about the tragic scene of being chased by a group of people with wooden spears and hatchets. He resisted the urge to beat him up and asked again, "How tall?"
Old Huang blinked and seemed to be thinking. After a while, he stretched out his hand and gestured. It seemed to be about the same height as His Royal Highness. Then, he lowered his height. Thus, Hsu Fengnian, who was hoping for a fluke, fell into complete despair.
Therefore, Hsu Fengnian had every reason to be angry with the Pillar of Da Guo. Other than forgetting to arrange for a master to be his retainer, not only did he not tell Hsu Fengnian about the simple principle of not having a jade ring when traveling the jianghu, he even encouraged Hsu Fengnian to say, "Son, when you go out, the most important thing is to protect your life. Here, put on this Wukui armor that is invulnerable to swords, spears, water, and fire. Put on these gloves that are made from the silk of the ice silkworm. Here, there are three or four books that are similar to the Wudang Sect's' Shang Qing Purple Yang Tactics'. Take them all. Good stuff. If you throw any of these books into the jianghu, it will cause a bloody storm. Take some time to practice them. Who knows, you might become a master tomorrow. Take the banknotes. The jade pendants on your waist are worth a few hundred taels of gold. If you run out of money, find a pawnshop and sell them. Living a good life won't be a problem. "
In the beginning, Hsu Fengnian felt that it was indeed not bad. This kind of traveling was a smooth journey. He didn't have to worry about spending money like water. He could hook up with different beauties from different places, get to know famous heroes, and become brothers with famous heroes in the jianghu. Just thinking about it made him happy.
But later on, he f * cking found out that he was just a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Whoever saw him would love him, whoever saw him would pounce on him. This bastard donkey's ass. In the end, the only use of those secret books was to tear them down and use them to wipe his feces.
The only remaining half of the "Gold-Swallowing Treasure Tome", which looked like a heavenly book, was finally put to use. On the way back, he met White Fox Face, who was more beautiful than any of the courtesans in Lingzhou. He knew the value of the book and agreed to accept the second half of the "Gold-Swallowing Treasure Tome" and escort him back to Lingzhou.
During that half a year, Hsu Fengnian finally met a true master who didn't have any evil intentions. He tried every possible way to please him, but to no avail. White Fox Face ignored him. Even when he walked, he would deliberately put a large distance between them. Unless he met an ignorant robber who blocked his way, he wouldn't talk nonsense.
Hsu Fengnian walked into the stable and took a handful of horse grass for the lame horse. He sighed softly, "Red Rabbit, oh Red Rabbit. If Second Sister sees a good Ferghana horse being tortured to this state, I can't guarantee that she won't give me chestnuts to eat."
In these three years, one eagle, one horse, and an old servant who fortunately didn't have bad eyesight were all he had.
Hsu Fengnian fed the horse for a while. When he thought of the news from the secret agent in the mansion that White Fox Face was still in the city, he prepared to leave the mansion to have some fun that he hadn't had in a long time.
This fellow would occasionally mock him when he was down and out, "If you're a Young Master from an aristocratic family, then I'm a woman." Hsu Fengnian had no reason not to show off.
In the past, he only felt that it was right and proper to rely on his father's royal banner to intimidate others. Now, he still felt that way. He just cherished it a little more. After all, he had lived through more than two years of misery. Only now did he realize that the daily necessities of this world were not cheap.
Old Huang and His Royal Highness had developed a tacit understanding. He seemed to know that he was going to indulge in wine and women, so he rubbed his hands and made a drinking gesture.
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