Chapter 893
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The carriage slowly came to a stop. Hsu Fengnian let go of Huyan Guanyin, who looked like she had been fished out of a water tank, and bent down to lift the curtain. He saw three riders stop by the side of the road. They did not wear any armor and were dressed in Jianghu martial arts attire. They were very clean and neat. However, unlike Jianghu martial artists, they all had a Beiliang saber at their waists. One of the young riders was particularly outstanding. His face was like jade, and there was a small but sturdy leather pouch hanging from the back of the horse. When Hsu Fengnian saw these familiar faces, he smiled and jumped off the carriage, stomping his feet. The weather was cold and the ground was frozen. The road was hard and the ground was hard. When the three riders saw His Royal Highness get off the carriage, they hurriedly flipped over and dismounted. Hsu Fengnian waved his hand, indicating that they did not need to bother with these complicated formalities. The three riders were all from the White Horse Righteous Faction of the Phoenix Battalion. In Beiliang, they had vaguely become a small group of people with the most upright roots. Moreover, among the three, Hong Shuwen had made a whole new level of respect during the battle at Iron Gate Pass. Wielding two sabers, he had killed six Imperial Guards and a Golden Saber Imperial Bodyguard. The young rider, nicknamed His Royal Highness, was now Wang Zhi's deputy general. In name, he held the official title of Changshui Commandant. Last time, he had also shown his face at the Fish-dragon Gang in Longqing County. This time, he was transferred to the General's Mansion in Lingzhou. Hsu Fengnian remembered that when he asked Wang Zhi for him, Wang Zhi's heart ached so much that he trembled. His expression was as if his parents had died. Hsu Fengnian asked Hong Shuwen for his warhorse. This Changshui Commandant rode one horse with his fellow officers. Four people, three riders, and one carriage, headed to Hwangnam County. Hsu Fengnian smiled and asked, "Hong Shuwen, did Ning Emei teach you the short halberd?"
Hong Shuwen, who always gave people the impression that he was a lone wolf in the desert, obediently held back a lot of his ruthlessness in front of His Royal Highness. He was actually a bit shy. He nodded and said, "General Ning said that I have some talent with the halberd. When I get used to the short halberd, he will teach me the big halberd."
Hsu Fengnian didn't deliberately use words to win people over. After chatting for a while, he urged his horse forward.
When it was close to noon, they arrived at a small border town in Hwangnam County. They led the horse forward. There were many New Year's Eve markets in the town, where the people of the nearby villages came to buy New Year's goods. Some county officials took the opportunity to light candles and talk about good books, helping their parents to get closer to the people. However, the people of Beiliang were valiant, so they only treated this kind of thing as a lively joke. The actions of leaving the Yang and going to other provinces and counties to embellish the official's career were also quite solemn and respectful. Those who talked about good books had to wear plain clothes. In Beiliang, there were suspicions that they were neither donkeys nor horses. Many officers who knew a little bit of literature and ink went up to the stage, and even some military officers who liked to be in the limelight rolled up their sleeves and went up to shake their heads. At this moment, Hsu Fengnian stood and watched from afar. Even though the inarticulate officials on the stage repeated the same old tune, they still made mistakes in their sentences. Some children with good memories who had long since memorized the words by heart started to make a fuss. When the children started to make a fuss, many adults around them also started to make a fuss. The officials lost face, so they glared and pointed their fingers, catching a man and scolding him. The man wasn't afraid of this little official's prestige and loudly cursed back. Then the man's wife also looked at him coquettishly and teased him a few times. The small official wasn't really angry, so he didn't filter his mouth and took the opportunity to tease the plump woman. However, the woman of Beiliang wasn't a thin-skinned lamp. A few bold and vulgar words made the small official's face turn red. In this kind of inappropriate noise, the rigid and pedantic talk about good books became a joyous occasion.
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