Hsu Fengnian had only pulled out the River Crossing Pawn by two inches, but the interior of the carriage was already filled with a sense of honor. Even Pei Nanwei could not help but take a few more glances. When Hsu Fengnian unsheathed the River Crossing Pawn, Pei Nanwei felt a chill seeping into her skin. She could not help but wrap her arms around her chest to resist the chill. Probably because he noticed his sorry state from the blade that was as clear as a mirror, Hsu Fengnian used his sleeve to wipe the blood off his face and tapped the middle of the blade with a finger. Unexpectedly, the River Crossing Pawn did not tilt up like other heavy weapons. Instead, the blade rippled, quietly eliminating the vibrations caused by Hsu Fengnian's finger tapping. In the eyes of outsiders, the River Crossing Pawn looked like an extremely arrogant and beautiful woman, unmoved by all the flattery of men. When Hsu Fengnian mentioned the River Crossing Pawn, it was almost in front of his eyes. Only then did he realize that the blade was engraved with complicated and obscure talisman cloud patterns, like the rolling clouds, full of vitality.
The eye-opening Hsu Fengnian could not help but sigh, "This blade is alive."
Pei Nanwei was really sarcastic this time. She laughed and asked, "Is there still an object in this world that can move His Royal Highness?"
Hsu Fengnian did not turn his head. He stared at the enchanting scenery floating on the blade and calmly said, "Aren't there two in the carriage?"
The River Crossing Pawn was one, and the other was naturally her, Pei Nanwei.
Pei Nanwei sneered, "This little girl is really honored."
Hsu Fengnian put the blade back into its sheath and laughed, "You're a little girl? You're a woman in your early thirties. If you got married and had children in the countryside, you might have become a grandmother by now. "
These words, when placed in the Jianghu where men and women fought against each other, were no different from the killing power of a sword immortal. As expected, Pei Nanwei was so angry that her chest trembled slightly. She pressed one hand on her chest and the other hand on her thigh, trying to calm her emotions.
She smiled sweetly, "Look at how much blood you've lost. If I weigh it, it must be several kilograms, right? Does it hurt? "
Hsu Fengnian, who was leaning against the carriage, did not say anything. He stretched out two fingers and pinched her thigh. Pei Nanwei's eyebrows knitted together, but she did not make a sound. Hsu Fengnian loosened his fingers. Pei Nanwei heaved a sigh of relief. She did not expect Hsu Fengnian to repeat his old trick. Pei Nanwei sucked in a breath of cold air. Her dignified and gentle face, which made this Princess Jing 'an become one of the most beautiful women in the world, looked very painful. Hsu Fengnian seemed to be addicted. He repeated it several times until Pei Nanwei, who did not say anything to stop him, became numb. Her hatred for him could not be any greater. To this young man, who she wanted to cut into pieces, she, Pei Nanwei, was indeed the same as the famous white sheath saber that was snatched from other people's hands. They were both objects that were snatched because they were moved. When they were bored, they would "play" with it. When they were not free, they would put it back into the sheath and not even look at it, leaving it to be covered in dust. Hsu Fengnian finally stopped deliberately letting Pei Nanwei suffer this kind of physical pain. Needless to say, her slender thigh was already bruised and swollen. Hsu Fengnian switched to his palm and placed it on her thigh. Pei Nanwei's pain was like a spring breeze that melted the snow. However, this made Pei Nanwei feel even more humiliated as a "plaything". She bit her lips until her thin lips were bleeding.
Hsu Fengnian laughed softly and said: "The first time will be very painful. Later on, it will be nothing more than that. You asked me if it hurts when I bleed from my seven orifices. In fact, it's the same reason as you. When I say these things, you most likely won't listen, so I can only let you feel it. How about it, now that you know that it doesn't hurt, you already feel that it is a kind of happiness? That's why, we are all cheap goods. We don't know the good fortune of standing and talking. I once heard a joke, saying that the poor commoners wondered whether the old emperor would eat scallion pancakes for every meal. They thought it was funny. When I first traveled the Jianghu, I only realized that being able to fill my stomach when I ate those cornbread and roasted sweet potatoes. I was so happy that I didn't even think about those delicacies. A person's happiness and suffering are different depending on where they live, but the depth is roughly the same. That's why no one should look down on anyone, no one should laugh at anyone. Anything can be fought for, but the place of reincarnation is something that no matter how hard you work, you can't fight for in this lifetime. When encountering injustice, being able to accept one's fate is a skill, and being able to put your life on the line is even more amazing. However, those who are unwilling to accept their fate and are willing to put their life on the line are also not good, because they often do things without a bottom line and like to harm others. Yuan Tingshan, who rose to the top in Ji Zhou, is one such example. I've seen all kinds of people at the bottom of the Jianghu, and I've seen all kinds of people at the top of Mount Qing Liang. I've never liked to associate with those who don't have a bottom line. "
Pei Nanwei sneered, "If you weren't the hereditary Heir of Beiliang, who would be willing to exchange pleasantries with you? Don't even talk about flattery! It's only because you reincarnated well that you have the qualifications to say these things. "
For the first time, Hsu Fengnian didn't refute, and grunted in agreement.
However, not only did Pei Nanwei not have the feeling of returning victorious, she actually felt somewhat dull. The Heir of the King of Jing An, Zhao Xun, was undoubtedly one of those who reincarnated well, but so what?
Hsu Fengnian suddenly asked, "I'm going to take a trip to the desolate border that borders Beimang. Do you want to see the desert scenery? I've been to Beimang before, and I've seen the clouds fall with my own eyes. It's like the sky and the earth are aligned. It's really not bad. Seeing this, one's state of mind can also be a bit more open. In the northernmost part of Youzhou, there's also a mountain called Rooster Crow. When day and night alternate, the sand sounds like a rooster crowing in the morning. "
Pei Nanwei didn't directly answer, but asked in passing, "You're going to the border to participate in the military parade? What, has the Great General already begun to prepare for you to be the hereditary Heir of the King of Beiliang? He's afraid that you won't be able to convince the masses, so he's going to personally hold the line for you in the Beiliang Border Army? "
As soon as these words came out, Pei Nanwei was as silent as a cicada in winter. She wasn't afraid of the young man beside her, who she had the confidence to be on equal footing with, but from the bottom of her heart, she was afraid of the old man with a hunched back and a smile whenever she bumped into him in Beiliang Palace.
That old man was old, but Pei Nanwei still couldn't imagine when and where the old man would die.
If the old man finally died, would the fallen Eight Kingdoms of Spring and Autumn be able to close their eyes in peace?
Hsu Fengnian silently left the carriage, requested a warhorse from Tongmen Pass, and rode it alone.
Would a Beiliang without Xu Xiao still be a Beiliang?
At this time, a simple carriage quietly entered the desolate border of Beimang, which had been trampled by the Beiliang cavalry.
The coachman was the second most powerful person in the world, Tuoba Bodhisattva.
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