The lieutenant in old Tang armor chewed on the meaning of the two names but did not find anything special. Instead, he felt that they were not very particular and could not be used to scare people. Somewhat disappointed, the lieutenant raised the tip of his sword and pointed at the rough man. More than 20 spear-wielding infantrymen rushed forward. The young man on the horse had a calm expression. His right index finger lightly tapped the back of his right hand that was holding the reins. Just as the infantrymen were about to stab the man and the horse into hedgehogs, a rider rushed out of the palace. A thunderous roar tried to stop the infantrymen's charge. However, there were still two strong infantrymen who could not stop in time and quickly thrust out their iron spears. Then, with a bang, the two guards flew back along with their spears. It was as if their chests were pierced by a powerful arrow. They exploded into a large pool of blood and fell to the ground dead. The Tang Jia Lieutenant had good eyesight and knew his stuff. If he wasn't a Martial Path Master, he would have dug out his eyeballs to see how the linen-clothed ranger killed without leaving a trace. He turned his horse around and respectfully bowed to the general who rushed out of the palace gates. He cupped his fists and said, "I greet the East Conquering General!"
The middle-aged general who was respectfully called the East Conquering General glanced at the face of the infantryman. He noticed that there was a hint of mockery at the corner of the man's mouth. This rough man actually blushed. This general of his was naturally wild. The Lord of Qing Cang, Cai Junchen, gave him an official position and rewarded him with some second-grade or third-grade official titles. In any case, he did not need a single copper coin from Cai Junchen. Other than He Dajie, the Great General of the East, there were also Anxi Garrison, North Patrol, and South Patrol. In any case, they had gathered the East, West, North, and South. East of Qing Cang was Northern Liang. Thus, Great General of the East, He Dajie, had often been teased by his political opponents. They all said that they were waiting for him to go to Northern Liang and achieve a great victory. In name, He Dajie was a general, but in reality, he only had 1,500 soldiers and horses under him. The armored soldiers did not make up half of them. He Dajie did not pay attention to the lieutenant who touched the pot that did not boil. His expression was serious as he cupped his fists and said calmly, "My king would like to invite you into the palace for a chat. What do you think?"
The infantryman nodded. He still did not realize that he had stepped into a tiger's den. He held the reins with both hands and looked at the city gates. The light horse's hooves stepped on the green jade tiles, making a crisp sound. He Dajie followed behind the infantryman with a complicated expression. His heart was in turmoil. When the infantryman approached the city, a secret letter was sent to the Residence of the Dragon King. The Qing Cang King, who did not attend court every night, was frightened. He hurriedly kicked away a few naked bodies beside him and rolled off the bed. He put on a poorly made dragon robe and was about to convene a court meeting. In addition to He Dajie, there was also Jiang Heng, the South Patrol General. Together with the Queen and a few "civil and military officials", they were arguing over a portrait. Jiang Heng insisted on killing His Royal Highness of Beiliang before discussing anything else. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Anyway, the new king of Beiliang had the intention to bury hundreds of thousands of refugees with the old king. Either way, he would die. Even if he killed the man in the portrait, even if he angered the Beiliang cavalry, he could just take the head and thousands of elites and escape to Beimang. Cai Junchen specially asked the confidant of the Qing Cang King, who was in charge of spies, whether Beiliang had deployed a large number of troops to the border. The answer he received was no. The man in the portrait had left Liangzhou alone and entered Qing Cang City alone. This made the timid and cautious Cai Junchen even more uncertain. Was this guy tired of living? Did he really think that he could win people over with virtue in the refugee land just because he was the King of Beiliang? Did he want Cai Junchen to take off the dragon robe that he had only worn for a few years and kowtow to him? Was he willing to be a lackey for a hothead who did not have hair on his mouth? Cai Junchen could not stand the instigation and clamor of most of the civil and military officials. He gritted his teeth. He had originally made up his mind to send out all the masters in the Residence of Dragon King and two thousand cavalrymen to kill that guy at the gate of the Imperial City today. However, the Queen and He Dajie did not agree. They said that the guy surnamed Xu gave up his position as the King of Beiliang and came to Qing Cang City to seek his own death. Even if he did not have good intentions, he would not be able to stir up any trouble in the Residence of Dragon King, which was heavily guarded by swords and spears and arrow towers. It was better to meet him and listen to his plans before making the corresponding trade-offs. There were only benefits and no harm. In the end, He Dajie was scolded by an old official for being soft-hearted. Fortunately, he had the support of the Queen, so he was able to ride out of the palace and welcome the new Prince of Liang, who was wearing mourning clothes.
After passing through the city gate, there was another palace gate. Hsu Fengnian suddenly laughed and said, "He Dajie, I heard that you and Yang Runyu, who was guarding the gate just now, and his father, Yang Youxue, were both subordinates of the Deputy Commander of Beiliang's Infantry Army, Great Ancestor Gu."
He Dajie acted as if he was facing a great enemy. He carefully worded his words and said coldly, "The past is not worth mentioning. Old General Gu has become a high official of Beiliang. It is a good thing, but it is not my turn to congratulate him."
Hsu Fengnian laughed softly and said, "The Deputy Commander of Beiliang's Infantry Army is only of the second rank. Only Yan Wenluan and Yuan Zuozong have the same rank as you, Great General Zhendong. Speaking of congratulating, it should be Great Ancestor Gu who should congratulate you. "
He Dajie, who was ridiculed to the extreme, snorted coldly.
The palace gate opened and a dozen people walked out. The official embellishments were either red-crowned cranes, golden pheasants, or unicorns and lions. The one in the middle was not Cai Junchen, but a noblewoman wearing a phoenix coronet and a red robe. It was hard to say what kind of motherly style she had, but the thumb-sized pearls hanging all over her body were very valuable. If this group of aggressive fellows were in Li Yang, their entire family would have been exterminated just based on their overbearing attire. There were two arrow towers built inside the palace wall. Soon, someone drew their bow and shot an arrow, giving Hsu Fengnian a show of strength. It was the long-lost Xishu Chain Arrow, the Mother and Son Linked Heart Arrow. The two arrows were of different lengths and were shot at Hsu Fengnian's face. The Mother and Son Linked Heart Arrow was only an entry-level archery skill in the Xishu Chain Arrow. Hsu Fengnian flicked his sleeve and caught the two arrows. He held them horizontally in front of his chest and broke them inch by inch and threw them on the ground. He saw the Southern Patrol General Jiang Heng, who was known as the number one master of Qing Cang, pull out his saber, walk down the stairs and swagger towards him. Hsu Fengnian turned to He Dajie and laughed, "Is this how you treat your guests in Qing Cang?"
He Dajie said with a straight face, "Whether it is a toast or a punishment depends on your ability."
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