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Chapter 821

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The goat-horned girl was very considerate and didn't care that the two guests had stolen the limelight. Seeing that they looked like they were going to talk in the middle of the night, she lit up two thick red candles in the hall and went to her boudoir to flip through her books. The door was half closed and there was a small gap. She was willing to light up the lamp so she secretly squatted by the door and read with the help of the faint light. The number of Chancellors and teachers in Shangyin Academy were as many as the hairs on a cow, but there were only a few who could be evaluated as a master. Back then, Chancellor Wang won the debate between name and reality, lost the battle between Heaven and Man and lost to the current Grand Chancellor of the academy. In terms of weight, he was still ranked in the top three in the academy. In terms of the talent of eloquence, no one could beat him. At this moment, Chancellor Wang bent over and stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire on the stove. The light shone on his weathered face and he occasionally picked up a peanut from the bowl and threw it into his mouth. Hsu Fengnian sat on a small stool and carried the girl's favorite pair of brocade boots. He controlled the fire and roasted them slowly at a height away from the burning charcoal in the stove. In this way, no matter how prestigious their identities were, both of them had a rustic vibe and didn't look like clay Bodhisattvas who were worshipped high above. The two of them didn't speak hastily even though the situation was urgent and could be said to be urgent. After all, the affairs of the world couldn't be discussed with one's hands and couldn't be regretted. Chancellor Wang was serious this time and his mood wasn't relaxed. Scholars only talked on paper and often had high standards but little ability. Chancellor Wang spent his whole life studying the art of maneuvering and maneuvering but no matter how good the plan was, it still had to be done by people. Once a piece was placed on the chessboard, it couldn't be changed again. However, how could a living person be so simple? Who would be willing to be a puppet or a pawn to cross the river? This was also the root of Chancellor Wang's carelessness in playing chess. The chessboard and chess pieces were all dead objects. Otherwise, if he were to choose a talented person to govern the country, he could just casually pick a few famous national players.

When the little girl who was hiding behind the door to read her book was flipping through the pages, she glanced at the white-haired man outside the door. She definitely couldn't hate him but if she were to say that she liked him at the first awakening of love, she wouldn't. Firstly, she was still young and secondly, in the matters between men and women, it wasn't as if the other person was good enough for her to like him. Love didn't start and end, who could say for sure what fate was. The goat horn girl was influenced by her family of scholars and felt that she would still find a scholar like her father in the future. The warm and handsome guy in the hall outside the house was good but unfortunately, he wasn't her cup of tea. The little girl didn't have any intention of eavesdropping so she withdrew her thin thoughts and subconsciously dipped her finger in her saliva. She gently flipped through the book and put it in her mouth before smacking it. Her mouth was filled with the fragrance of ink and she laughed to herself. Her parents always said that this habit of hers wasn't good, that it wasn't easy to collect books and that it was detestable to destroy books. However, how could this little girl care about these things? She wouldn't change even after repeated admonishment.

In the hall, Chancellor Wang finally opened his mouth slowly, "Don't think about victory, think about defeat first. Let's talk about the worst. Among the six hundred people, the teachers and scholars are roughly divided into two and eight. Among them, a small half of the scholars from Jixia have been sent by me to study and lecture in old Shu, Ji Zhou, Xiangfan and other places using various excuses. Half of the teachers from Jixia have opened private academies within eight hundred miles of Beiliang or have attached themselves to the local dignitaries. It's relatively easy for these people to enter Beiliang but we can't rule out the possibility that the imperial court is secretly watching them. Once there's any movement, the imperial court will kill them and eliminate them. If these people are like this, don't even talk about those who are studying in the palace. The relationship between the Xu and Zhao families has been exhausted. With such a large scale migration, not to mention the difficulties of the prefectures and counties along the way, even Zhu Gou might be mobilized. This bunch of teachers and scholars who are not much better than delicate girls can't withstand a few trampling of iron hooves. To put it bluntly, a slightly elite Liyang soldier can pick out a stick of candied haw with a thrust of his spear. Your Highness said that less than half of them have arrived in Beiliang, it's not an exaggeration to scare people. "

Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "We'll deal with whatever comes our way. The Liyang Cavalry and Zhu Gou, who are experts in assassination, are used to eating meat, but are our Beiliang's secret agents vegetarians? When we were eating meat with big bowls back then, weren't they still eagerly waiting to drink soup on the side? My Shifu once specifically left a brocade pouch for us to deal with this matter, and now we've already begun to launch countermeasures. The geographical advantage is in Liyang, but the weather, people, and peace are two different things. Although we can't say that it's all in Beiliang, it's still a bit better than the difficult situation of the past few years. First of all, when Beiliang dispatched troops to raid several towns on the border of Beimang, Second Sister even led troops to kill all the way to the capital of the Southern Dynasties, making Beimang exhausted from dealing with them. Then there was the Devil Luo Yang who spent a year brazenly going south last year, luring and killing countless Iron Cavalry and elite troops. Beiliang raised a large number of Jianghu dogs. In the past, they were used to guard against the infiltration of Beimang's Jianghu forces to the south, for fear that this group of desperadoes would not kill the heavily guarded powerful officials and meritorious deeds. They specifically selected the soft persimmons who were only at the threshold of the Ranked Class to assassinate them. Now, they could be transferred to Liyang's borders. If Beimang dared to loot a burning house and tried to form a tacit understanding with the Zhao family, then they would let Xu Xiao fight again. Coincidentally, the newly appointed Protector General of Beiliang, Chu Lushan, and the cavalry commander Yuan Zuozong were both worrying about how to deal with the new officials. If Beimang were to be implicated, even Zhong Hongwu and Yan Wenluan would be happy to see it happen. Moreover, Zhugou of Liyang had ruthlessly killed a number of the top spies in Zhugou when Cao Changqing was welcoming the princess. Now, it had not recovered its strength. Beiliang's Death Warriors were not good at fighting in battle formations, but they were still good at this kind of covert operations. If they were to fight Zhugou, they would barely not be at a disadvantage. Also, those elite death warriors who spent too much energy and effort to protect me can also be sent to coordinate with the military spies that Beiliang has long since established. Don't forget, the Beiliang cavalry is the best in the world mainly because of the scouts. If the Zhao family and the imperial court fall out with each other and do not hesitate to send more than a thousand soldiers, then they can't blame them for kicking an iron plate. "

The old man sighed. "When the time comes, this chessboard will be a scene of intersecting fangs."

The old man withdrew his hands that were burned by the stove fire and rubbed his thin cheeks. "Maybe there will be blood everywhere."

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