(The two chapters have a total of more than nine thousand words. There will be another chapter at around twelve o 'clock to make up for yesterday's break. PS: End of the second volume!)
Huai Hua Great General's kneeling.
It was simply kneeling heavily in the hearts of Old Gang Leader Liu and Liu Nerong, who had just risen to power.
Zhong Hongwu lowered his head to look at the ground. The old man was afraid of this young man's proficient flying sword technique, but what really scared him was this heir's "absurdity". Zhong Hongwu clearly remembered that after the old Emperor passed away, the young Hsu Fengnian sang and danced on Mount Qing Liang to celebrate peace. The entire city could see the brightly lit lanterns and hear the brilliant spirit-suppressing song. Zhong Hongwu had lived a military life and respected Chen Zhibao, but he was not afraid of the white-clothed war saint who never appeared in the world with plum wine. Zhong Hongwu had competed with Yan Wenluan for power for many years, so he was not afraid of this gloomy infantry commander. Because these people were all opponents who followed the rules. For example, Chen Zhibao had used a horse to drag Jiang Baikui's wife and son to death in front of the battle, but he would never act so viciously towards his own people. Yan Wenluan would secretly dig a trap for Zhong Hongwu, but she would never tear off all pretense of cordiality. Even a bastard like Chu Lushan, when they met on the surface, he would always smile and appear harmless to humans and animals. But Xu Fengnian was different. Zhong Hongwu simply did not know where his bottom line was. This was the most terrifying aspect. If this guy really rode his sword and killed his only son, Zhong Chengxin, or even killed Zhong Hongwu, who was in the gutter, could the King of Beiliang kill his legitimate eldest son to pay for the Zhong family's life? Zhong Hongwu was regarded by the upper echelons of Beiliang's officialdom as ignorant of the ways of the world. His cultivation was not as good as Yan Wenluan's, but that was only relative. If Zhong Hongwu was just a military brute who relied on favor and arrogance, he would not have reached the high position of cavalry commander. But today's humiliation was the first time in his life he had seen such humiliation. Zhong Hongwu had already decided that after today, he would return to the Beiliang army, hold the tiger tally in his hand, and have a good fight with His Royal Highness again! "If you want to be the King of Beiliang, I can't stop you. But if you want to be the King of Beiliang to your heart's content, you have to go through me, Zhong Hongwu, and the hundreds of thousands of Steel Cavalry behind me first!"
Even though this second-level Huaihua Great General was furious and said that he could defeat two hundred Hsu Fengnian, at the same time, he played a trick and used words to block the young heir. In the hall, Hsu Fengnian, Xu Beizhi, Chen Xiliang, Blue Bird, and Wang Zhi were five people. It was obvious that the two weak scholars were not worth mentioning. If Hsu Fengnian let Blue Bird or Cavalry General Wang Zhi fight, it would be tantamount to admitting that he could let someone else do everything for him. He might as well just let some random person be the King of Beiliang. It was obvious that Zhong Hongwu was not the kind of general with a one-track mind. Unfortunately, after Đồng Thái of the Wu family's Sword Tomb, there was another freak who had mastered sword cultivation. No matter how good his calculations were, it was useless. Zhong Hongwu was not conceited enough to confront a freak who could control swords for twelve times. In other words, if he lost to Yan Wenluan, Zhong Hongwu would admit defeat. If he died in the hands of Chen Zhibao who killed Spear Fairy Wang Xiu, it would be a glorious death. But if he died in this shabby place and in the hands of Hsu Fengnian, what would that be?
Hsu Fengnian put his sword back into his sleeve and went to help Zhong Hongwu. When the old general slowly got up, he said softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Do you want to go back and continue to be the Huaihua Great General? Maybe it's too late. Yuan Zuozong will soon replace your position as the Cavalry Commander. As for Chen Zhibao's vacant position as the Governor of Beiliang, you and Yan Wenluan can forget about it. "
This was too much! This was a vicious method to remove the firewood from under the cauldron. Zhong Hongwu glared at the young heir who he had always disliked and said in a low voice, "Can Yuan Zuozong really convince the public? Isn't the heir taking it for granted? "
The implication was that he, Zhong Hongwu, had been the only Bodhisattva worshiped in this big temple for more than ten years. He had countless disciples and disciples. The direct descendants were all led by the Huaihua Great General. Yuan Zuozong might have enough prestige in the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, but in the hundreds of thousands of cavalry, he might not be able to do so.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Zhong Hongwu, I know you want to complain to Xu Xiao. Don't worry, I will make sure you can't even enter the gate of Beiliang Palace. "
Zhong Hongwu said a few words in a low voice.
Xu Fengnian continued, "You may be thinking that my actions are destined to disappoint the soldiers of Northern Liang. At that time, you can arrange your subordinates to incite incessant clamor for you to return to the army. You can rest assured that if anyone dares to speak nonsense, Yuan Zuozong will take advantage of the situation and kick them out of the Northern Liang Army. He is worried that there is no place to place Dang Yu's confidants."
Zhong Hongwu's expression changed slightly.
This time, for the first time, he began to really look at this young man who he had looked down on since he was born.
Hsu Fengnian waved his sleeve and said to Wang Zhi with a smile, "General Wang, why don't you untie Young Master Zhong and help him up?"
This casual wave of the sleeve had already frightened Zhong Chengxin, who was like a bird startled by the twang of a bow. He lay on the ground and cried, "Your Highness, you don't have to untie me. I'll just lie down."
Zhong Chengxin was really afraid that the moody His Royal Highness would untie him. If he was unhappy, he would be beheaded by a flying sword. It was safer to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Complaints and revenge would have to wait until he safely returned to the Zhong Manor. Anyway, Zhong Chengxin had made up his mind that as long as his father did not reconcile with the heir and come to his rescue, he would not get up.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Your son seems to be the same as me. Why didn't you break his arms and legs so that he wouldn't run out and make a fool of himself?"
Zhong Hongwu's face was ashen. He did not say a word.
Hsu Fengnian patted Zhong Hongwu's shoulder in an extremely unruly manner. "I won't see you off. Remember to collect the corpse with Young Master Zhong."
Zhong Hongwu went to untie Zhong Chengxin with a dark face. He then picked up the corpse of his good friend's son, Tang Duan. As for the second lieutenant, he did not even look at him. Before Zhong Hongwu left the hall, he wanted to pull out his iron spear. Hsu Fengnian said flatly, "Stay."
Zhong Hongwu turned his head and glanced at His Royal Highness, who did not give him any way out. He narrowed his eyes and smiled. Zhong Chengxin was startled. He did not care about his father's expression and hurriedly turned around and bowed. He flattered, "I heard that Your Highness's poetry is outstanding. I have an ancient inkstone in my manor called Hundred and Eight. It makes no sound when touched, and it does not damage the ink. When I return, I will have someone give it to Your Highness to play with."
Hsu Fengnian lived up to his reputation as the chief dandy of Beiliang. He smiled and said, "Your eyesight is better than your father's. Originally, you could forget about being the County Chief of Longqing County. Seeing that you are tactful, I will take up the position today."
Beiliang's geography was long and narrow. Compared to the people of Gangnam-do, the number of registered households in the prefecture was a bit shabby. Therefore, there was no need for local people to go out and become officials. It was funny to say that Xu Xiao had personally destroyed the foundation of the Chunqiu Clan. Within the borders of Beiliang, which did not have a vast territory, there were no less than twenty embryonic aristocratic families in just twenty years. Those few local aristocratic families in Beiliang all chose to marry into the noble families. They were powerful and tyrannical. Chen Xiliang's so-called salt and iron protection, which made the official position of Lieutenant Yan a non-existent official, was due to their "contribution".
The father and son walked out of the Fish-dragon Gang. Tang Ziyi's corpse was lying on the sand of the martial arts center. No one cared about it.
Zhong Chengxin did not care about etiquette and walked in front of Zhong Hongwu. He was really afraid that a sword would pierce through his heart from behind. He practiced the sword purely for his own entertainment, but because of his family background, he knew that there were excellent flying sword techniques in the world. Among the retainers in the residence, there were two famous swordsmen. They often argued about whether Li Chungang's sword spirit was stronger or Đồng Thái's flying sword killing technique was better. As for the two swordsmen themselves, they put everything on the line and insisted on riding their swords. A few feet was the limit of their cultivation. This time, seeing Hsu Fengnian's Twelve Imperial Swords kill people without leaving a trace was really an eye-opener for Zhong Chengxin. If it were any other time, he would have invited him into the residence to drink and have a good time. There was no harm in choosing any of those beautiful maids with swaying bodies!
Zhong Chengxin sat in the carriage and finally felt relieved. He leaned against the wall of the carriage and asked carefully, "Father, what should I do? Should I be the County Chief of Longqing County? "
Zhong Hongwu sneered, "Of course, of course I'm not! This is what the Great General bestowed to the Zhong family. It's not up to Hsu Fengnian to decide! "
Zhong Chengxin did not agree with this far-fetched statement, but he did not dare to talk back. When he saw Tang Duan's corpse, he quickly shrank back and moved further away.
Zhong Hongwu saw this action and sighed in his heart. There was a reason why he did not allow his only son to join the army. Other than spoiling him when he was young, he naturally did not want Zhong Chengxin to go to the border to take risks and fight. It would be better to let those soldiers who lacked military achievements do it. As the Huaihua Great General, one of the top five in power in Beiliang, there was no need for him to add flowers to brocade. Other than this selfishness, it was also because Zhong Hongwu could see the general trend of the next twenty years better than anyone else. Now that the military was in control of the government, the drawbacks were gradually showing. Those County Chiefs were destined to be replaced by "literati". He did not expect the King of Beiliang to emphasize the civil and suppress the military, but at the very least, the civil and military sides would enter a delicate balance. This had always been the trend after the world was at peace. It was not something the Great General alone could stop. Even if he was the King of Beiliang, Xu Xiao, or Ren Tu, he was no exception.
Zhong Chengxin suddenly felt sorry for his precious Hundred Eight Inkstone, which he cared about more than he cared about his concubine. He asked timidly, "Should I still send the ancient inkstone?"
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