Before the beginning of winter, it was already snowing heavily, covering the graceful woman of Great Peace City with a white fox fur coat.
In this half a year, the capital was in an uproar. Not mentioning all kinds of rewards and promotions, the Beiliang heir dared to break the royal road. The imperial censors sent out impeachment memorials that flew like the snow in the sky, but they all sank into the ocean. Not a single one of them was approved by the imperial pen. The Taoist priests in the city all said that Hsu Fengnian relied on the power of the yin monsters and would not be liked by the gods. They spoke with certainty and made the people of the city who were busy making up for their winter customs to thank the gods believe it without a doubt. Other than that, there was another grand event that shook the capital. The assistant minister of the Ministry of War, Lu Baijie, and the wanderer who had lost three battles and three defeats, were having a sword duel on the Eagle Pressing Platform. The Son of Heaven personally allowed Minister Lu to take a day off. Before the two went up the Eagle Pressing Platform to compete, it was the beginning of the snow. Assistant Minister Lu, dressed in scholarly attire, carried a sword and floated over. It was no wonder the saying that one sword was full of immortal energy. Some of the people in the capital who originally thought this member of the Jiangnan Lu family was not qualified to be an official of the Ministry of War were also impressed by the elegance of Lu Baijie who had yet to use his sword. Then it was the sloppy swordsman that went up the platform. He finally changed into something that was not so sloppy and bright. This guy first defeated the female sword attendant of the Wu family sword tomb, then defeated the swordsman of the capital, Qi Jiajie, and defeated the Dongyue Sword Pool Bai Jiangshan three times. He already had the title of Wen Busheng. Speaking of it, it was strange. This guy's appearance and bearing were not likable, especially not favored by women. But after losing three battles in a row, he was very popular in the lower levels of the city.
When Wen Busheng slowly went up the platform, there were people in the crowd who shouted loudly that Wen Busheng should win at least once this time. The down and out swordsman surnamed Wen immediately cursed back, "Go fuck your mother!" The spectators came from all walks of life. Regardless of age or age, most of the women frowned in disdain. On the other hand, the coarse men all cheered loudly, waving flags and shouting battle cries for her. This time, the Eagle Press Platform was a good place to enjoy the snow and view the scenery. In addition, Lu Baijie had an illustrious official status, and there were rumors that several princes would quietly come to the Eagle Press Platform in plain clothes. There were also rumors that the beautiful Li Baishi, who was both beautiful and beautiful, would personally come with great fanfare. Therefore, compared to the previous three times, the Eagle Press Platform was a boiling cauldron of voices. However, everyone was well aware that in fact, they were all curiously anticipating the appearance of Beiliang's Heir Apparent who carried a saber. After the court assembly ended that day, the son of a vassal surnamed Xu only had a duel with the Imperial College. For the commoners, how could it be satisfying enough? They all thought that this time, they would cause a ruckus on the Eagle Press Platform and be entangled by the son of an official in the capital.
Before the duel, Hsu Fengnian had already walked out of the Demawei Post House and was prepared to take a carriage to the Eagle Press Platform to join in the fun. However, he saw an extremely poor old Confucian squatting under the Dragon Claw Locust Tree and felt uneasy. Hsu Fengnian laughed involuntarily. After a moment of hesitation, he returned to the rear courtyard of the post house and asked Blue Bird to warm a pot of yellow wine. Hsu Fengnian had a photographic memory, so he remembered who the old scholar waiting outside the post house was. That year when he left Mount Huishan on the boat to the riverbank, his Second Sister, Xu Weixiong, was bringing the dragon sand from the Earth Lung Mountain, which had been sealed off for five hundred years, to Shangyin Academy. This Liu Wenbao, a remnant of the Southern Tang Dynasty, received a review from Xu Weixiong. When he volunteered himself, he kept mentioning Zhang Julu, Zhao Youling, Wang Xionggui, Yuan Guo, Han Lin, and other important ministers of the imperial court. He threatened to use the power of the Prime Minister as a starting point to analyze the important matters of the imperial court. At the time, Hsu Fengnian didn't like the old scholar's shocking words and refused to let him go. He didn't expect that after the old man returned to his hometown, he nimbly ran over to the capital to block him. It was obvious how much he cared about fame and fortune.
When it was close to noon, Tong Ziliang and his little daughter walked into the courtyard with several large mahogany food boxes. It was almost the beginning of winter, and the popular food in the capital was stewed mutton and dumplings. In addition to these two, there was also a pot of fragrant and tender ginger duck. Hsu Fengnian had changed into casual clothes and was sitting under the eaves, admiring the snow. When he saw the father and daughter bring in lunch, he walked over to help the panting delicate and pretty woman take the slightly scalding food box. Ordinary people couldn't afford to use this kind of expensive food box, which was almost made of royal wood. Tong Ziliang had also borrowed it from someone else. After all, he had to be worthy of his status as the heir of Beiliang to be at ease. The graceful woman, whose appearance wasn't as rough as Tong Ziliang's, blushed as she handed over the food box. She twisted her hands behind her back, gently wiping away the burning sensation on her fingertips. Ever since His Royal Highness learned of her name, he would always make fun of her with Little Nian, which made her blush with embarrassment. Blue Bird had already moved out a table and a stool under the eaves. Hsu Fengnian smiled and invited Tong Ziliang and Tong Ziliang to eat together. Tong Ziliang didn't dare and waved his hand to decline, but he still couldn't win against His Royal Highness' insistence. He could only go against the rules and sit on the bench with his daughter. Hsu Fengnian, Blue Bird, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng each sat on one side of the table. When they opened the lid of the food box, it was steaming hot. Tong Ziliang picked up his chopsticks and quietly reported, "Your Highness, there's an old scholar standing guard under a tree outside the posthouse."
"Come, Little Nian, I'm a guest. Your host should try it first."
Hsu Fengnian used his chopsticks to tear open the stewed duck that was so fragrant that the ginger couldn't cover the fragrance of the meat. He picked up a piece and put it into the young woman's bowl first. He then nodded at Tong Ziliang and said, "I know who that person is. You don't have to pay attention to the posthouse."
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