Leaning against the porch pillar outside the door, Xu Yanbing let out a heavy mouthful of turbid air, and forcibly suppressed the angry warrior, ready to strike.
Xu Yanbing is not Wang Jijiu, he is a warrior, and he has always been able to solve things with his fists without talking to others.
His brother Han Laoshan, now the general of Lingzhou, was the first person he wanted to beat up tonight.
But Xu Yanbing was stunned for a moment, because a white robe came slowly not far away.
In Xu Yanbing's eyes, this young man with a dark background is probably the only guy in the world who is more attractive than Chen Yu and more handsome than Xu Fengnian.
In the early years, I met His Royal Highness in Jianghu, and I used to listen to Chaoge to read books, and later I also lent a knife to His Royal Highness to travel in the rivers and lakes.
White fox face.
He passed Jin Baoshi, walked behind Wang Jijiu, stood at the gate, and said indifferently: "Xu Fengnian, are you a man? If you are a man, go to Guangling Road, and I will accompany you."
Xu Fengnian didn't get up, and asked softly: "I don't bring any soldiers, so I go back quickly, how about it?"
Beiliang, who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb, was protecting Chu Lushan. He got up with difficulty, and for the first time shook his head with the "His Royal Highness" in an unquestionable tone: "I, Chu Lushan, will be the first to refuse!"
Yan Wenluan also stood up, "I, Yan Wenluan, don't agree!"
Xu Beizhi and Chen Xiliang got up almost at the same time, with one voice, they both refused.
Almost everyone stood up and refused.
Among them are Xu Xiao's foster son like Yuan Zuo Zong, Qi Dangguo, brothers like Li Hanlin, an old man like Gu Dazu Huang Chang who was brought to Beiliang by Xu Fengnian himself to give him a high position, and Chang Sui Xu Huang Hong Piao, a young general who Xu Fengnian placed high hopes on.
Neither agreed.
Xu Fengnian stood up slowly, looking at the white fox's face with a forced smile.
Bai Hu'er didn't say a word, just took off the Xiudong from the two knives around his waist, threw it high to Xu Fengnian, and said calmly: "Just follow me."
Xu Yanbing stood beside Bai Hu'er's face, with his hands crossed over his chest, and just nodded to the young feudal lord.
Xu Fengnian subconsciously reached out to take the familiar Xiudong knife, and then the light in front of his eyes dimmed. It turned out that Huang Man'er was standing in front of him, blocking everyone's eyes. He clapped his hands and said coldly: "Who is stopping me?" Brother who is dead!"
Xu Fengnian patted Huang Man'er's shoulder lightly, and the latter turned his head. Xu Fengnian said softly, "Sit back."
Xu Longxiang shook his head.
Xu Fengnian said calmly, "Sit back."
Xu Longxiang roared: "No!"
Bai Hu'er narrowed his peach blossom eyes, pressed the handle of Chunlei Knife with his thumb, and was about to push the knife out of its sheath.
Xu Fengnian sat back to his seat, put the Xiudong knife on his knees, bent down again to pick up the tongs, his lips moved slightly.
There was a slight whistling sound, which was especially harsh in the silent meeting hall.
Like water dripping into a fire.
Bai Hu'er's face was full of anger, "Xu Fengnian!"
Rao Xu Yanbing was also murderous, looking towards Han Laoshan, "If you don't sit down, then take my shot. Next year's Ching Ming Festival, at worst, I, Xu Yanbing, will toast you."
For some reason, Xu Yanbing blinked when he saw this guy, and smiled inexplicably.
On the main seat, Xu Fengnian, who couldn't see his expression, lowered his head and said sadly, "I will come as soon as I go, and then it disappeared in a flash. In less than a stick of incense, the young vassal king returned to his seat.
During this period, the young man went to the house that had lost its owner. This year, for the first time, a pair of Spring Festival couplets were pasted outside the shabby house, with a Chinese character of spring on it. He didn't post it himself, but let two apprentices, Wang Sheng and Yu Dilong, come here secretly.
He originally hoped to see if she would have a little surprise after taking her back to Qingliang Mountain.
It seems that people are going to lose their trust.
Xu Fengnian rubbed his cheeks and raised his head.
…
In the Central Plains, there are many ways to watch the year, and in the capital of Western Chu, firecrackers are used to bid farewell to the old year. In a festive atmosphere, a young woman in a dragon robe sits alone in the imperial study in the palace, with a large piece of charcoal at her feet. The large stove was burning from dusk to this time, and the charcoal fire was just suitable, warm but not hot. The empress of Xichu, who was in the world of Fengyi, didn't feel much sleepiness. She sat on a small bench with her body curled up, her chin resting on her hands. A small gourd is tied on the wrist, and there is a trembling song in it, which is light and pleasant. People live for a lifetime, grasses and trees fall for one autumn, and grass and insects are in a rush of life and death. However, the Dachu Palace has a long tradition. Every year in the beginning of autumn, the Household House captures crickets and grasshoppers and other insects, and raises them in embroidered cages on a hot kang, covered with soil. After watering and laying eggs, they wait until the winter to become adult insects. They are used in the New Year's Day feast to welcome the spring, and their neighing is loud, which complements the sound of firecrackers. At this time, the small gourd in Jiang Si's hand contained a few long-lived and healthy insects, which spread their wings and sang softly, which could be heard endlessly. Gourd is a homonym of Fulu. There is a record in ancient books that "eat melons in July and break pots in August". There is also a folk saying that they can collect all the evil spirits between heaven and earth. Therefore, the queens of the Great Chu Palace, Every spring, the gourd seedlings will be planted by themselves. In midsummer, the gourd shed will be green and green, and it will be picked in autumn. The Ministry of Internal Affairs will make water scoops or jugs, and then the emperor will bestow them on meritorious ministers. Jiang Si raised her arms and looked at the small yellow gourd. She wasn't thinking about the traditions of the Jiang family of Da Chu, but the greenness of the vegetable garden on the mountain back then. She squatted there after working every day. Seeing the greenness getting stronger and stronger with her own eyes, she has never mentioned the kind of joy to outsiders, even Uncle Qi Daizhao and the old man in sheepskin fur, she has never shared this happiness. Because as far as she can remember, even now that she is sitting on the dragon chair of Emperor Xichu, she still feels that in this life, only the small vegetable garden really belongs to her. She is very unfamiliar with the capital city, and she has never been able to get close.
Move books to Wudang Mountain, then read to someone to make money, then practice calligraphy and sword with Li Chungang, and finally wear the most dignified and luxurious clothes in the world...
Jiang Si sighed, and put the little gourd to her ear, listening to the neighing inside, she couldn't hear the slightest bit of joy, and she felt a little melancholy for no reason.
Looking at this big room that was lit with red candles without looking gloomy, even though there were court ladies standing outside, Jiang Si was still a little scared. She has been very timid since she was a child, and she has only done two feats in her life. One is to assassinate someone with a dagger rune, and the second is probably to practice swords. As for the first female emperor in the history of the Central Plains, her name will last forever. Nothing. She thought about the word home, but in the end she found to her annoyance that in the depths of her heart, it was the dilapidated house that was so cold that it made her teeth chatter every winter, most resembling a home. At that time, every New Year's Eve, there would be a nasty guy of the same age, who would follow behind the old man she feared the most, swaggeringly to post Spring Festival couplets. Spring Festival couplets were also hung on both sides of the couplet. Of course she said she didn't want to, but she knew but didn't want to admit it. She wanted to. The sound of firecrackers all over the city intensified, and Jiang Si stood up and went to the window, knowing that the time for the old and the new was about to change.
Suddenly there was a creaking sound from behind, and someone pushed the door open, Jiang Si turned around with a smile, as expected, it was Uncle Qi waiting for Zhao, looking at this kind elder, she would feel a little more at ease.
Cao Changqing closed the door gently, but the maids outside the door turned a blind eye to it. This man who is known as the most proud man in Great Chu, his status in the hearts of the entire Great Chu people, in fact, even the current emperor cannot be compared. Master's admiration, from top to bottom in Xichu, comes from the heart of everyone.
Cao Changqing squatted next to the stove and put his hands on top of the charcoal fire to keep warm. It stands to reason that with this Confucian sage's land immortal cultivation, he has long been immune to cold and heat.
Jiang Si sat back on the small bench with a bright smile on her face.
Cao Changqing hesitated for a moment, then said: "The new year is coming soon, it was supposed to be a good news, but there is something, I think I should make it clear to His Majesty first, I just got the news not long ago that many generals from Beiliang will be here a few days ago. God, gather in the council hall."
The young empress asked confusedly, "Ah? They went to worship the New Year so early?"
Cao Changqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said emotionally: "In my original prediction, he would send troops to Guangling Dao, and Beimang couldn't stop him, because it was not suitable to send troops to the south in a hurry, and Liyang couldn't stop him, because the two of them were envoys of Jing'an Dao Economic Strategy. The only thing that can stop him is the inside of Beiliang. I thought that Chu Lushan, Yuan Zuozong, Chen Xiliang and Xu Beizhi would help him speak, so it would not be so mobilizing. It seems that I still underestimated. Beiliang's cohesion has underestimated Beiliang's civil and military ambitions to win over Beimang. Once this happened, if it was before last year, Xu Fengnian would still insist on sending troops, at least he would go south alone, but now... "
Jiang Si lowered her head, hummed, and said softly, "It's okay, I didn't expect him to come."
Cao Changqing was silent for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, one thing must be remembered, it's not that he doesn't want to come, but that he can't come. I really can't blame Xu Fengnian for this matter."
Jiang Si stared at the fire in a daze, without making a sound.
Cao Changqing smiled wryly and said, "Originally I planned to go north when they sent troops to Guangling Road in Beiliang. Now I have to make another plan."
The absent-minded Jiang Si obviously didn't notice that the uncle Qi Daizhao said "I" instead of leading the army northward.
When Cao Changqing fiddled with the charcoal fire with the pliers to make the stove warmer, he said softly, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have forced His Majesty to come back here with the righteousness of the family and the country."
Jiang Si shook her head.
Cao Changqing suddenly revealed a trace of undisguised anger, "Xu Fengnian never disappointed Beiliang, why did you Beiliang do this?! How is it different from me, Cao Changqing?!"
Jiang Si raised her head, but with a look of relief, she took off the small gourd with a smile, and handed it to Cao Changqing, "Uncle Qi Daizhao, you listen."
The Confucian scholar with frosty temples did not take the little gourd, but clenched his fists and closed his eyes in pain.
Outside the window, the new year has just arrived, and there is another heavy snow in the north and south of the river. The auspicious snow heralds a good year.
There is snow falling from the sky one after another, and it is impossible to sing in the world.
…
But Xu Fengnian, Xu Weixiong, Wang Jijiu, and Baihuerlian who are in Beiliang.
The little clay figurine of Guangling Road and Cao Changqing.
Don't mention the past, just say that on this New Year's Eve, Beiliang seems to be forgotten, it was never Liyang!
So the next scene was unforgettable for the Jinbao Room.
Wang Jijiu was even more stunned.
I saw Chu Lushan took a step forward, turned to face the master, clasped his fists and lowered his head, and said in a loud voice: "Whether the cavalry troops dispatched by the king of Beiliang go south, or go to Guangling Road alone, I, Chu Lushan, will not agree! "
Yuan Zuozong also took a step, and his movements were exactly the same as Chu Lushan's, "The prince doesn't have me, Yuan Zuozong, of course I, Yuan Zuozong, don't agree!"
Yan Wenluan snorted coldly, strode out, still the same, sneered and said: "Without the Daxue Dragonrider stepping into the Central Plains, how can we show our military power in Beiliang, how can I, Yan Wenluan, nod and agree!"
Xu Beizhi lazily said: "The majestic king of Beiliang, with 300,000 cavalry in his hands, led the bullshit 'elites' drawn from all over the place to the Central Plains? I, Beiliang, can't afford to lose face. How can Xu Beizhi agree?"
Song Dongming immediately came out of the line, clasped his fists and laughed loudly: "Everyone says that I, Song Dongming, as a deputy manager, is not worthy of the name, and that's all. Could it be that the Beiliang iron cavalry who is the most powerful in the world should be looked down upon by others? Song Dongming is a literati, I don't agree either!"
Li Hanlin shouted: "Brother Nian, you want to marry your sister-in-law, how can you do it with less dowry, I'm a brother, I don't agree!"
Bai Yu waited for a sound refusal, and finally he was the one to close the ceremony, and said with a smile: "The Central Plains cannot accommodate a woman who grew up in Xu's family, so I, Beiliang Iron Cavalry, naturally don't agree! I believe that Liu Jinu, Wang Lingbao, and the others are big Gentlemen, you won’t agree either!”
Bai Yu stretched out a finger and pointed to the empty chair next to the young feudal lord, "Even if you, Xu Fengnian, can agree, the general will be the first to refuse!"
…
Xu Fengnian looked bewildered.
Everyone laughed heartily.
Everyone is in collusion, acting so far, it's really fucking exhausting.
Xu Beizhi smiled brightly, and smiled at Chu Lushan. The two of them were the instigators of this scene.
In Beiliang, there are 300,000 cavalry outside the pass, and millions of households in the pass, all of them owe the King of Beiliang a surprise!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xu Fengnian raised his arm, wiped his eyes, and whispered a bastard.
At this moment, everyone said in unison: "General, please sit down!"
Wang Jijiu looked at the room full of civil and military personnel, and the old man sat down on the threshold, trembling with excitement, remembered a young mantra, and murmured: "Technical work, there is no reward."
At that moment, Xu Fengnian, no matter whether he fought with Tuoba Bodhisattva thousands of miles away, dismounted Mawei and fought two people, or killed Qin Tianjian, he had never been so proud in his life. On the chair, he said loudly: "Sit!"