Hsu Fengnian smiled and nodded. He did not dislike this woman who was good at scheming. Because of Zhao Zhu, he did not mind giving her a way out. Of the vassals of the dynasty, the King of Jiaodong, Zhao Sui, was in charge of the two Liao Provinces, but it was too close to Great An City and could not be said to be far away from the emperor. In reality, only Xu Xiao and Zhao Bing, the King of Yanchi, were true to their name. If Zhao Zhu was not the eldest son of Zhao Bing, these words with hidden meaning would be suspected of not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth. Zhao Zhu had grown his wings much earlier than Hsu Fengnian. As long as he made military contributions in the rise and fall of West Chu, it would be justified for the Liyang Dynasty to have a third hereditary emperor. Hsu Fengnian waited for Zhao Zhu to jump onto the small boat. He grabbed the bamboo pole and said with a smile, "Little beggar, if the ritual collapses again, come to Beiliang, I guarantee you will not be an old beggar."
Zhao Zhu said with a bitter face, "Should I say thank you for your auspicious words or curse you for your inauspicious mouth?"
Hsu Fengnian laughed and waved his hand. "Go back to your Nanjiang."
Zhao Zhu patted his chest with a fist and leisurely rowed the boat away.
After the boat sailed out of the lake, Lin Hongyuan asked carefully, "Your Highness, how about this servant paddle the boat?"
Zhao Zhu threw the bamboo pole to Lin Hongyuan and stood proudly with his arms around his chest.
Lin Hongyuan dared to play tricks with Hsu Fengnian, but did not have the guts to play tricks with Shizi Zhao Zhu, who had made great military contributions. Nanjiang was already in place. In reality, many people knew this, but they did not dare to think deeply and did not dare to say it out loud.
Mr. Nalan was just waiting for the words "right time."
Zhao Zhu said softly, "If I become the emperor, I will not believe in ghosts and gods but in people's hearts."
Lin Hongyuan almost could not hold the pole.
Zhao Zhu said with a smile, "What are you afraid of?"
Lin Hongyuan said with a pale face, "This servant did not hear anything."
Zhao Zhu muttered to himself, "If I ask Xu Fengnian to use the three hundred thousand Iron Cavalry of Northern Liang to exchange for a position that is second only to one person and above ten thousand people, as well as a position that will last for generations, would he trade?"
Lin Hongyuan was silent. He would rather die die than say anything.
In the outer corridor of the colorful boat, Huang Liang, who used to go wherever there was a lively scene, was still squatting at the foot of the outer corridor wall in a daze, even though the purple-clothed man had already appeared on the arena. Previously, he was riding Feng Maolin's beloved son, so his knees were covered with dust. At that time, some Jianghu people on the boat rolled their eyes, but Huang Liang did not care. As long as he boarded Feng Maolin's big ship, although distant water could not quench the present thirst, it meant that he could take advantage of the situation to hook up with the famous couple in Huai River Jianghu. Their young daughter, when Huang Liang was riding Feng Maolin's horse, he had also flattered her many times. The little girl did not show him a good face and always ignored him. But Huang Liang did not think it was shameful. Since he was in Jianghu, he could do whatever he wanted. As long as he made a name for himself, who would care if he was a dog when he was down? Besides, didn't dogs also know how to dog paddle? But, what made Huang Liang's heart sink was that Feng Maolin and his wife, who were unattainable in his eyes, were beaten by the friend surnamed Xu and could not fight back. Huang Liang had always regarded the guy, whom he met by chance, as a fool with a lot of money. He was shocked that he knew Xu Zhan and Zhou Qinhu, and wished that he could eat a few catties of beef and drink a few catties of good wine to calm himself down. But, he did not have the money to buy any wine. When Feng Maolin and his men were forced to swallow the bitter pill, Huang Liang knew that all his efforts were in vain. Xu Xiaoshou would no longer allow him to swindle food and drink as he used to, and Feng Maolin might even vent his anger on him, a little pawn who could be easily bullied.
Some people in Jianghu would eventually become successful, but most people would spend their whole lives in Jianghu. Huang Liang was not afraid of suffering, but he was afraid that he would not see a chance to become a decent man.
How great was the ability of a hero to be worthy of the word 'hero'? What kind of divine ability did an immortal have to be called an immortal?
Sometimes, Huang Liang, who had always been seeking personal gain, would wonder if he had never entered Jianghu.
Huang Liang, who was stunned, leaned against the wooden wall and finally came to his senses. He rubbed his cheeks and suddenly found that the light was a little dim. When he looked up, he was startled and fell to the ground. Xu Zhan, who was wearing a funny red fox fur hat, was leaning against the wall with his feet tied in knots and his hands in his sleeves.
"Huang Liang, do you still remember how we met?" Hsu Fengnian asked calmly.
Huang Liang thought that this man was going to settle accounts with him and beat him when he was down. He smiled bitterly and said, "At that time, I was as blind as a bat and asked for wine from Young Master."
Hsu Fengnian shook his head. "At that time, a child beggar sneaked into the restaurant and tried to beg for some food, but he was caught by a sharp-eyed waiter. One of the diners saw that the beggar's hands were full of frostbite and blood, so he poured half a bowl of wine into the beggar's hands. Among the people who were drinking on the first floor, you were the only one who hesitated for a long time. Finally, you couldn't stand it anymore, so you stood up for him and said something fair. Only then did the beggar stop being treated as entertainment. At that time, I thought of a friend who had left Jianghu. That was why I asked you to drink. Of course, you did not hesitate and ate and drank with a clear conscience all the way. "
Huang Liang chuckled.
Hsu Fengnian saw a mighty warship approaching abruptly and saw an old man standing at the bow. He was slightly absent-minded. He pressed down on his fox fur hat and turned to Huang Liang. "When Mount Hui's Xuanyuan Qingfeng wins the arena and becomes the Wulin Alliance Master, do you dare to say a few words to her?"
Huang Liang was stunned. He smiled awkwardly and said, "That depends on what you want to say."
Hsu Fengnian walked to the railing and said, "You can say that a man named Hsu Fengnian asked you to go to Mount Hui to make a living."
Huang Liang watched as the man who did not call himself Xu Qi jumped over the railing and floated toward another huge warship that looked particularly majestic.
Hsu Fengnian?
Who was that?
Huang Liang was confused, but he felt that he should try his luck. At worst, he would be sent flying by a slap from the Mount Hui's Mountain Lord. Most likely, he would not die.
Many years later, an old man who had Mount Hui as his backer but still failed to make a name for himself would still tell his grandson before his death that his grandfather used to roam Jianghu with that man.
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