Zhou Junchen was not surprised that Zhou Junchen had such thoughts. In his opinion, one of the best soldiers in the army of Beiliang, the villain Tu, had already betrayed Beiliang and became the free and happy King of Shu. Yuan Baixiong was now the commander of the cavalry, with a high position and heavy responsibility. He would not come to the refugee land to "kill a chicken with a knife". Even Han Laoshan, the personal retainer of Old King Liang's Junior Fellow Apprentice Immortal of Spear, had become the General of Lingzhou or the Deputy General? Thinking of this, Zhou Junchen felt a little sad. Compared to the young King outside the palace, he would not have a better ending. The young man risked his life alone and tried to show enough sincerity to recruit Qing Cang. It was a good idea and there was a possibility of success. At least, Zhou Junchen believed that he would be tempted by a provincial governor or a general. However, Zhou Junchen reckoned that there must have been a fatal flaw in one of the espionage segments and the Northern Mang knew about the Heavenly Secret. Otherwise, the short journey from Liangzhou to the Qing Cang would not have required the joint efforts of the Ju Province and the Rouran to mobilize so many people. The key point was that they had timed their movements so accurately. Thinking of this, Zhou Junchen found some joy in his misery. He thought to himself, Our Qing Cang's espionage is like a piece of tofu. Your rich Northern Liang doesn't seem to be any better. At the thought of being in the same boat as the King of Beiliang, Zhou Junchen's gloomy mood brightened a little.
But when the Lord of Azure Azure saw the scene in the main hall, her heart sank to the bottom. After the dragon chair was bitten by the girl like a hungry dog, she lost interest and stood beside Beimang Baoding, holding a delicately woven silk food bag and stuffing pieces of pastries that she bought from Beimang's Nanchao market into her mouth. The little fatty was like a money grubber with a brain problem, crawling and rolling on the dragon chair, pinching and pinching, his eyes shining. After jumping off the dragon chair, he wanted to carry it away. But how could a dragon chair that weighed a thousand pounds be so easy to carry? The young man was obviously very angry. With his back facing Zhou Junchen, he spread out his hands and suddenly pressed them on the dragon chair's two dragon heads. The golden dragon chair that was shining with a golden light instantly melted into a large pool of golden liquid at an astonishing speed, as if ice and snow were being roasted by a raging fire. The golden liquid that was used as a cushion on the steps was burned into a dazzling fire. The little fatty's boots and trousers were burned into nothing, but he himself was not injured at all. The young man fiercely fell to the ground with a plop and grabbed a handful of golden liquid, his eyes greedy. When the golden liquid flowed down the jade steps, it was originally going to pass by where the girl, Murong Baoding, and Hong Jingyan were standing, but the girl coldly snorted, and then with her as the center, the boiling golden liquid froze into a circle of gold in the blink of an eye. The girl's body was shrouded in mist, revealing a hint of frost. The girl was still angry, probably because she was angry that the fatty of the same age was obsessed with money. She ignored the golden liquid under her feet that did not decrease in temperature and directly took a series of small steps, one foot stepping on the young man's butt, causing him to fall into the boiling golden liquid. The young man turned his head to glare at her, but he quickly turned his face back to the ground, his hands cheerfully continuously hugging the golden liquid above his head. The girl's cheeks were puffed up as she chewed on some stiff pastries. She stepped on the fat boy's fat and ugly buttocks one by one, splashing a large amount of golden liquid. The golden liquid condensed into golden 'ice cubes' of different sizes in midair, falling into the golden liquid and melting again. Seeing this, Zhou Junchen's face turned pale as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. Where did Beimang find such a pair of water and fire freaks? Murong Half-faced Buddha and Hong Jingyan were enough to turn Qing Cang City upside down. With the addition of this pair of demons of unknown origin, not to mention the small Qing Cang City, they could even kill their way in and out of the heavily guarded Prince's Mansion in Mount Qing Liang several times.
Murong Baoding walked down the steps and came to Zhou Junchen's side. He laughed softly and said, "If Beiliang knew that their new master had died in your house after only a few days of succession, what would you do?"
Zhou Junchen's mind turned quickly. He carefully responded with his awkward and unpleasant Northern Beimang dialect, "Is there a place that will take me in?"
The Governor of Beimang, who was half a head shorter than Zhou Junchen, smiled and slowly said, "Beimang is far from being as rich as Liyang's Central Plains, but there are still many fertile grasslands. Compared to the land of refugees, it is still more suitable for living. This King's Orange Province is one of the few rich places in Beimang. What's so difficult about taking in a few Zhou Junchen? However, if you, Zhou Junchen, want to go to Beimang and continue living the life of a local tyrant, it won't be easy. The key is that under the leadership of the Residence of the Dragon King, there will be tens of thousands of refugees in Qing Cang who will migrate to Beimang. This King has come to the South this time to kill the King of Beiliang. However, if you, Zhou Junchen, can make a contribution to This King, This King can also go with you to the Empress to ask for a reward. It might even be possible to get a Purple Gold Fish Pouch. I'm sure you know that there are less than 60 Purple Gold Fish Pouches in the entire Beimang. Even Hong Jingyan, who holds the Rouran Army of Three Towns, only received one recently. "
Zhou Junchen looked troubled. The difficult part of governing a land of refugees was that the refugees here never believed in propriety, justice, integrity, or shame. They especially didn't know how to write the word "loyalty". Here, brothers turning against each other was common. Even father and son turning against each other and killing each other wasn't rare. In order to control the refugees, one could only use force to subdue them. There was no such thing as using virtue to subdue them. Whoever had more soldiers and horses and brighter armor would be able to defecate and piss on the heads of others. Zhou Junchen's "jurisdiction" was centered around the ancient military town of Qing Cang, which had a population of 20,000. The influence of the Residence of the Dragon King, the Zhou family, would begin to decline sharply once they left the city. If news of the Residence of the Dragon King being destroyed were to spread, as long as the refugees outside the city knew that it wasn't an imminent disaster, they would just pick their noses and continue with what they were doing. They couldn't be bothered to care about whether the Residence of the Dragon King was surnamed Zhou or something else. In addition to the less than 2,000 "Dragon Scale Army" under Zhou Junchen's command, he didn't have the confidence to bring more people to Beimang, even if it was the four or five thousand bodyguards under the command of his trusted generals. For the refugees, life in this world was like this. No matter how hard it was, it couldn't get any harder. They were used to being frogs at the bottom of a well in the land of refugees. They didn't even want to wander elsewhere. Therefore, the spread of Buddhism in the land of refugees was far deeper and more extensive than that of Confucianism and Taoism. Since they couldn't pin their hopes on riches and honor in this life, they might as well endure more hardships and endure all the hardships in their next life in hopes of being reincarnated into a good family in their next life. In the land of refugees that was full of disasters, those who could wander alone and stably were not martial arts masters who relied on their strength to bully others. Only those ascetic monks who were as poor as the refugees.
Zhou Junchen didn't dare to make a promise on the spot. Murong Baoding obviously knew the unique circumstances of the land of refugees, so he didn't make things difficult for Zhou Junchen. He laughed softly and said, "You have your difficulties. This King can understand. In the eyes of ordinary refugees, even if they went to Beimang, even if they ate and drank well for a while, they might have to work for Beimang someday. Once the war of Liang Mang starts, the first batch of people to die will be them who defected. In other words, if you rely on Beiliang, it's the same logic. The only difference is whether you will die under Beimang's arrows or under Beiliang's horses' hooves. Since that's the case, it's naturally better to continue hiding in the land of refugees. Beimang, Beiliang, they won't go anywhere. There's a saying in your country that it's better to live than to die. It's referring to the hundreds of thousands of refugees who can get on their horses and fight. "
Zhou Junchen smiled flatteringly and said, "The Commandant has already seen through the affairs of the world. If the military power of Beimang is in the hands of the Commandant, the imperial court of Zhao can only bow and obey."
Murong Baoding said calmly, "Although you're flattering against your will, you're right about This King's thoughts. Tuoba Bodhisattva's so-called God of War is only a talent in military affairs. He's just a mediocre talent. Dong Zhuo is more capable in military affairs. But no matter how capable he is, no matter how well he mingles, it's just the fate of Li Yang Xu Xiao. It's a pity that Dong Zhuo's rise came too late. The Great Generals of the Southern Dynasty who were ranked before him can still hold on for many years. Fatty Dong may not be able to smoothly reach the day when his meritorious service is so great that he can't be conferred the title of Emperor. "
Zhou Junchen's scalp tingled. With a bitter face, he said in a low voice, "The Commandant doesn't need to tell me these heavenly secrets. I'm short-sighted and my knowledge is shallow. Anyway, I don't understand."
Murong Baoding, whose half face was ferocious and terrifying, twitched the corner of his mouth. He patted Zhou Junchen's shoulder with one hand and said, "Don't worry. The current situation in the land of refugees is very delicate. The 'gains and losses' of both sides of Liang Mang have to be calculated by double. This King has recruited Zhou Junchen, so Beiliang will have one less Zhou Junchen. In the future, they will have to face General Zhou, who has a purple-gold fish bag around his waist. This kind of business where even women and children know the pros and cons, This King won't be so muddle-headed as to let his emotions affect his decisions. When this prince was young, I once said that I wanted to pile the corpses of all the refugees on Mount Qing Liang. At that time, I was young and impetuous, so I never cared about the general trend. I always thought that I could single-handedly turn the tide and suffered a lot. "
The young man and young woman had unknowingly run to their side. Most of the fat boy's clothes had been destroyed by the golden water. He directly took off the clothes on his back and made a skirt. He tied it around his waist, barely covering his crotch and white buttocks. The young man looked at Zhou Junchen, who was incomparably fearful, and asked with a smile, "Sir, do you have any money or treasure?"
Zhou Junchen's face stiffened as he untied the suet jade that was said to have been obtained from the top of Mount Kunlun. Unexpectedly, the young man whose chest was stained with golden water only glanced at it and was greatly disappointed. He hurriedly asked, "It has to be like that chair. It has to be golden and shiny. Otherwise, it's worthless."
Zhou Junchen looked helplessly at Murong Baoding, but the latter ignored him and moved away to whisper to Hong Jingyan. Misfortune never came alone. Before one wave had subsided, another wave arose. The average-looking young woman also walked in front of Zhou Junchen and coldly threatened, "Do you have anything to eat? If not, I'll turn you into an ice corpse! "
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