Chapter 761
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(Three chapters, eleven thousand words, have been uploaded. These are not included in today's update. So there is one more chapter tonight.)
Before the six vassal kings and the new kings left the capital, two carriages left Great Peace City quietly.
The coachmen were Blue Bird and the young death warrior Wu. Liu Wenbao had finally succeeded. The old Confucian who had endured the cold for several days was finally able to sit in the carriage. Facing him was that sword maniac Wang Xiaoping. Liu Wenbao had originally wanted to ask this Jianghu master who was known as the number one swordsman on Wudang Mountain for advice on how to maintain one's health. But when he saw Wang Xiaoping's lifeless appearance, he gave up on the idea. He didn't want to annoy this Zhenren and be mistaken by the Crown Prince of Beiliang that he was trying to climb up the ranks. The appetite of officialdom was too big. Not being content was a big taboo. Liu Wenbao had been poor for most of his life. He had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run. After waiting for so long and seeing the moon, not only did he not become arrogant, he only dared to cherish his fortune and fate. Leaving the city gate of Great Peace City, Liu Wenbao lifted the curtain and poked his head out to look back. His expression was complicated. It would be a lie to say that he didn't regret not being able to become a proper official of the temple. But to be able to display his tyrannical skills in Beiliang, the northwest gate of the dynasty, that little bit of regret was nothing. Liu Wenbao put down the curtain. His old face bloomed with a bright smile. He fiercely rubbed his face until it was burning and painful. Leaning against the wall of the carriage, he said to himself, "Before the flowers bloom in Beiliang, can I, Liu Wenbao, have my own carriage? Heh, that's all we can hope for. The size of the official's hat, whether he's in the mainstream or not, we don't even need to think about it. It's fine as long as he's an official. "
In the front carriage, Hsu Fengnian and Xuanyuan Qingfeng were sitting cross-legged facing each other. Between them was a rowan wood chessboard that Tong Ziliang had bought for them. The pieces were brand new. Nowadays, those who revered the past and devalued the present had no face to take it out for guests if they didn't have a chessboard that had been used by national chess masters. Therefore, even though this chessboard was both beautiful and made good, it wasn't expensive. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was only an amateur to chess. Fortunately, Hsu Fengnian also placed his pieces randomly and managed to match his opponent. Otherwise, given Xuanyuan Qingfeng's stubbornness and competitiveness, he wouldn't be in the mood to play chess with Hsu Fengnian. Xuanyuan Qingfeng's chess skills were mediocre, but he excelled in his intelligence and persistence. Every time he placed a piece, he would be calculative and calculate over and over again. Now that he had reached a bottleneck, he wasn't in a hurry to place a piece. He held a round black piece between his fingers and looked at the chessboard. "If Mount Hui crosses the bottom line of the imperial court one day and is surrounded by the Purge Army, will you abandon me?"
Hsu Fengnian leaned against the wall of the carriage and placed one hand on the cold box of chess pieces. "You won't believe me even if I say I won't."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's thoughts were like antelope horns. "You're really good to that Miss Li. This is the first time I've seen you treat an outsider like this."
Hsu Fengnian teased, "Jealous?"
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