Song Huangmei had a happy-go-lucky personality. Hearing His Royal Highness say this, she only had an expression of understanding. She made an "oh" sound and did not insist. In reality, if it were a normal, slightly unscrupulous woman, if she had the chance to be alone with His Royal Highness, she would do everything in her power to make herself gorgeously dressed. If she caught His Royal Highness, she would rather kill the wrong person than let the wrong person go. Otherwise, she would use her identity as a woman to pester His Royal Highness for some promises. This was probably the reason why Hsu Fengnian was willing to casually chat with her. Song Huangmei did not disturb His Royal Highness, but she also did not leave. She sat on the bench and lazily leaned against the pillar, looking up at the starry sky. Hsu Fengnian was experienced and knew that this girl most likely missed the disciple of the jianghu with the surname Dou. He lay down again and closed his eyes to rest. In his mind, he carefully calculated the ending of Lingzhou. The officialdom of Lingzhou, which was originally far more complicated than You and Liang, was believed that with Xu Beizhi's ability, even if there were still some restrictions, he would be able to barely open up the situation. It was about time for him to leave. He could not always wear the official hat of Lingzhou's General and occupy this place. However, if he really wanted to leave, he had to first take care of that young ace who dared to intrude. Hsu Fengnian, who had closed his ears, sensed that after Song Huangmei stood up, she tiptoed away. He smiled gently and waited for her to walk far away. He snapped his fingers and said to the death soldier who had quietly appeared, "Tell Lingzhou's You Sun to do something and polish Dou Yangguan. If this person is too unyielding, remove some of his edges and corners. If his will is already depressed, let him meet a noble person. Don't let him lose his spirit early."
The death soldier was about to leave when he suddenly heard His Royal Highness ask with a smile, "How about I go and meet that peach blossom fan myself?"
In the chaotic times of the Spring and Autumn Period, many people fled far away to avoid disaster. In order to settle down, they did not hesitate to change their names. As a result, when the court set up a list of the names of the people under heaven, they knew that there were many new names that were unclear. However, there were not many people like His Royal Highness who did not even have a name. This man who seemed to have no past and no future, as always, did not say a single word. Hsu Fengnian waved his hand, and the death soldier disappeared in a flash. Hsu Fengnian, who still did not feel sleepy, strolled along the small path, counting the lanterns along the way. He guessed that after Li Xifeng stepped down, the court would agree to let Wang Lvting take over the position of Golden Thread Weaving Bureau. Because once this opening was opened, the Duke of Huainan, Zhao Ying, King of Jing'an, Zhao Xun, and the powerful King of Yan Chi and the arrogant King of Guangling would probably be willing to borrow the east wind of Beiliang to pull out this thorn in the flesh. Thinking of this, Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "What thorn in the flesh, it's more like a thorn in the flesh."
Walking to the north side of the official residence near the lake, he was surprised to find that Song Yan, who had just become the King of Lingzhou, was sitting on a rock by the lake. It was a large object that had been moved from the Lake of the Spring Deity to the Beiliang Road. The cultured and famous people in Liyang favored the huge rocks that were pulled out from the Lake of the Spring Deity. Furthermore, even the most ordinary of rocks weighed a few thousand pounds. To be moved hundreds or thousands of li, even if it was not expensive, it would still be expensive. Song Yan's attitude was relaxed. One leg was straight, the other bent, and he drank mouthful after mouthful of Jian Nan Chun, which was said to be able to burn through the intestines and lungs. When Hsu Fengnian walked to the huge rock, Sir Song finally came back to his senses. When he wanted to stand up and greet him, His Royal Highness had already sat down cross-legged. It was not appropriate for him to stand up. Song Yan roughly understood the temperament of the Lingzhou general beside him. He did not bother to make a scene. He shook the yellow clay wine jar and only smiled and said, "Your Highness, it's bottomed out."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "What bottomed out? There are clearly two mouthfuls of wine left. If you can't bear to part with it, just say so."
Song Yan was also honest, he laughed and said, "I really can't bear to part with it. This jar of wine has been buried underground for seven or eight years. At that time, three jars were placed underground. After Lord Li became the Administrator, he drank one jar. This time, when he came to Lingzhou, he knew that he was going to be promoted and get rich. Plus, he had to leave Huangnan County, so he wanted to bring the remaining two jars here and give one to Your Highness despite the pain. Unexpectedly, when I went to the backyard to take a look, there was only the jar in my hand left. After thinking about it, I knew that my daughter, who sided with an outsider, stole it and gave it to someone else. This made me so worried that I had a few more strands of white hair. Your Highness, please don't blame me. "
Hsu Fengnian joked, "The reason has been taken by Sir Song. What else can I say?"
Song Yan sighed with emotion, "Your Highness hasn't had it easy these past few years."
Hsu Fengnian was silent for a moment. He waited for Song Biejia to raise his head and drink a big mouthful of wine before he laughed softly, "You might not believe it, but I went to Beimang to meet the King of the Northern Courtyard, Zhao Huainan. I also went to the capital to meet the Emperor. There were many twists and turns in between these two trips. However, the one time I felt the most wronged was the first time I left home in a sorry state. In Hezhou, I met a son of a rich family who was carrying a Beiliang saber that he had bought privately. That fellow knocked a big bump on my head. If I was in Beiliang back then, this kind of trash would have been bitten to death by dogs. It was also at that time that I realized that there was a world of difference between having Xu Xiao as a father and not having a father like him by my side. Later on, I also suffered some losses. However, it was probably because I was used to being treated like a rat on the street, so it was no longer difficult for me to get over it. At that time, I found some fugitives to be my training dummies. The Horse Bandit Leader slashed my body with his saber. The pain was so excruciating that I almost rolled on the ground. At that time, I did not have the courage to lower my head to look at the wound. When I uncovered the scar, I told myself not to practice the saber anymore. Fortunately, I clenched my teeth and persevered. Since then, I have never been able to forget it. Even though my life has been hanging by a thread many times over the past few years, which was indeed a torment of hovering between life and death, I still feel that it is not as memorable as that stab. "
Song Yan was startled. He raised his hand and lifted the wine jar. He sighed and said, "This lowly official has never been afraid of the intrigues of the officialdom. However, if someone put a saber on his neck and really had to watch himself bleed, he would most likely not care about the integrity of a scholar. The phrase "without the strength to truss a chicken" refers to scholars like Song Yan. "
Hsu Fengnian joked, "No man can be without the strength to truss a chicken. Some brothel girls are even better at trussing chickens."
Song Yan spat out a mouthful of wine. He lowered his head and looked at his crotch. He laughed until tears came out. He did not care about wasting the last bottle of Jian Nanchunyan.
After laughing, Song Yan turned his head to look at His Royal Highness. "Life is not as you wish. It is a bitter thing."
Hsu Fengnian looked at the lake and smiled indifferently. "In the end, I can still talk with people. It is a fortunate thing."
Song Yan was silent.
Hsu Fengnian said, "Song Yan, go and bury three more jars of wine. In seven or eight years, if both of us are alive, you will give me a jar. I will also give you a border official who is not inferior to the Administrator. "
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