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Chapter 263: The Majesty of Qin Wuhou
The silver-haired man looked at the majestic city in front of him. Thousands of majestic and murderous cavalrymen were surrounding one person. The scarlet battle flag with a Qilin pattern seemed to be rolling down from the sky, magnificent and grand.

The young Taoist who was fishing with me was in front of the river. He was wearing a golden crown and for some reason he had a solemn, majestic and overbearing demeanor.

The knight who sat cross-legged, drinking and fishing happily with strangers on the street was the Taoist priest Li Yaoshi. But when he raised his head and looked at the world, he saw the most majestic hero in the past twenty years.

Qin Wuhou was ennobled at the age of sixteen.

The whale fisherman clicked his lips, thinking that he might not be able to look at him with just the eyes of a sixteen-year-old brat of the fifth level. Then he saw that Ling Pingyang had prepared two other horses.

They were all dragon horses with chests eight feet high. The old swordsman in green shirt moved his fingers.

A burst of internal energy, clearly a sharp sword energy that could cut off the strongest body, but it was as gentle as the wind. The girl in the robe commonly used by astrologers flew into the air and then landed steadily on the saddle of the warhorse.

Qin Wuhou was riding a war horse in the front.

Behind him, on the left and right, were the white-haired swordsman, the silver-haired girl with a hood, and then a scarlet battle flag held up by a two-meter-long flagpole. The silver-haired girl drove the horse, and the horse took two quick steps forward, getting closer to the young man.

A vein on the whale fisherman’s forehead twitched.

A mouthful of steel teeth seemed about to break.

"Fuck, fuck."

"I was supposed to be here, I was supposed to be there!"

He was angry that the old swordsman Murong Longtu had a particularly good relationship with his daughter. He gritted his teeth and looked at the old Siming next to him. Although he was obviously an arrogant and conceited person, he was grateful and treated the old Siming with courtesy.

Even though he was furious, he still asked politely:
"I'm already here, so I should be able to go through, right?"

"I've been waiting for a whole month."

Old Siming looked at him in confusion, scratched his gray hair, and said, "No one stopped you. I just told you not to disturb Jian Kuang and Li Guanyi's last journey in the martial arts world. I didn't stop you from seeing that little girl Yaoguang."

"Ok?"

He was full of doubt: "Could it be that you don't dare?"

The whale fisherman took a deep breath.

At this moment, he and his daughter felt the same.

Sometimes, I don’t know whether the old man did it on purpose or unintentionally.

It's hard to say whether it was intentional or not, how could someone of such an age live so easily? It's also hard to say whether it was unintentional or not, but it's a subtle irony.

Old Siming laughed out loud, ignoring the angry whale fisherman and Si Wei, and left in a flash. The black tortoise moved mysteriously and disappeared in an instant, blending into the crowd.

The whale fisherman raised his eyes slightly and discovered another powerful aura.

So he didn't chase Siming immediately.

The military strategist is harsh and cruel.

"God of War, Jiang Su."

"What does this old guy have to say to me?"

........................

Someone had already led Li Guanyi and others to a temporary palace, which was quite luxurious. There were stone statues of Qilin on both sides of the gate, and two rows of upright halberds. The maids and servants in charge of the palace all stood there politely and respectfully, paying their respects.

An official was waiting here. He stepped forward and saluted respectfully, saying:
"Your humble servant Xu Yanzhong, the censor, greets Marquis Qin Wu."

"Your Majesty was delighted to learn that Qin Wuhou had entered the imperial city, so he held a banquet to welcome Qin Wuhou tomorrow. Qin Wuhou..." Xu Yanzhong raised his head and looked at Qin Wuhou, who had dismounted from his horse.

The cavalrymen behind him all dismounted in unison.

A murderous aura was blowing in his face, and the young man’s sleeves were fluttering, with dark gold cloud patterns.

With just this one move of dismounting, any remaining contempt in Xu Yanxin's heart for his age was shattered. He lowered his eyes and raised the imperial edict in his hand. Li Guanyi stretched out his hand and took the imperial edict.

"Okay, thank you sir."

Most of the cavalry stayed outside the city. The original Qilin Army cavalry were arranged to be stationed, and only thirty-six cavalry followed. However, the captains of these one thousand cavalry were all at the peak level of the second sky.

The Third Heaven, you can already be a general!

Xu Yanzhong said respectfully: "My Lord, please have a good rest. Tomorrow someone will come here to lead the way for you. I will withdraw now."

Qin Wuhou said, "See Lord Xu off."

Two Qilin Army lieutenants who had experienced the Battle of Zhenbei City, the 20,000-mile Journey to the South, the Battle of the Pacification of Jiangnan, and the Battle of the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation of the Ying and Chen States stood up, looking stern and fierce, but not overbearing, and stretched out their hands and said, "Please come in, sir."

Xu Yanzhong smiled calmly.

When he went out, he turned around and glanced at the palace gate. The young man's profile was sharp. He looked down at him and nodded gently.

Xu Yanzhong seemed to be covered in cold sweat.

He left the temporary palace called the Qin Palace, and after walking around for a while and making sure that no one had discovered anything wrong, he immediately went into the imperial palace, then went to the side hall and met Ji Zichang, the contemporary Red Emperor of Zhongzhou.

Ji Zichang sat in the side hall, with two books on the desk:

"how?"

Xu Yanzhong recalled what he saw today and said, "A dragon and a tiger among men."

"Today, I saw the Qilin Army under his command, and every cavalryman looked at him with awe. He also behaved well enough to be worthy of these elite cavalrymen, walking like a dragon and a tiger. Among his young peers, no one has a more magnanimous demeanor than him."

He originally wanted to talk about the younger generation, but the younger generation would also involve the Emperor of Zhongzhou who was in his early thirties.

Ji Zichang and Li Guanyi, who is stronger and who is weaker?

Xu Yanzhong didn't dare to say it.

OK.

But he also knew that when he didn't dare to speak or think, it already meant something. Ji Zichang remained silent for a long time and said, "What do you think of this person?"

Xu Yanzhong looked at him, recalled the legends of the past one or two years, and said:
"If the world is prosperous, people like him will definitely become ministers who love the country and the people. They may not necessarily reach a very high position, but they will definitely be very capable and will be liked by the world."

"Perhaps, I will not be an official, but an ordinary ranger."

"And if it is in troubled times."

Xu Yanzhong paused and said, "Hero!"

Ji Zichang said: "A capable minister in a peaceful era, a hero in a chaotic era."

He paused and said softly:

"Do you think this is a time of chaos or prosperity?"

Xu Yanzhong knelt on the ground, not daring to speak again, so Ji Zichang remained silent for a long time, and said to himself with a self-mocking tone: "You can leave now."

Xu Yanzhong retreated step by step.

Ji Zichang said: "Li Guanyi... Li Guanyi..."

"How should I view you?"

He looked at the two imperial edicts that had already been written on the desk. One of them hoped that Li Guanyi would stay in Zhongzhou. The words were gentle and elegant, but in fact it was a means of political intrigue. He wanted to trap him in Zhongzhou through marriage and other means to check and balance the outstanding generals in the prosperous times.

Let this hero fall here.

Next to this imperial edict, there was another, even shorter imperial edict.

It's just that this imperial edict was covered in shadows, but the words that were exposed in this edict were sharp and no longer as gentle and calm as the previous one. When the pen and ink were freely flowing, it almost had a sense of breaking free from constraints.

Ji Zichang thought that if this letter was seen by the great calligrapher invited by the royal family for him, he would definitely say that he had lost the rules and his handwriting was just a mess.

The old calligrapher came to the study in the side hall.

"Teacher Yan..."

Ji Zichang forced a smile. The old man walked over and saw Ji Zichang's two imperial edicts, but he did not read the calm and legal one. Instead, he saw the one with a line where even the size of the words was different.

The old man praised softly: "Good handwriting."

Ji Zichang smiled bitterly: "Teacher, what are you talking about?"

During this month, he had been thinking for a very long time, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had not rested for several days. Now sitting there, he looked extremely depressed. He did not seem like the puppet put forward by the royal family before.

He doesn't look like a king either.

But in the eyes of this old master of calligraphy, these splashed words without any rules are so fiery.

With an irrepressible heroic spirit.

[Imperial order for Li Guanyi to command the world's military commander]!
The old man was in a trance for a long time.

Just this imperial edict, just written down, represents the change of Ji Zichang.

This is what many knowledgeable people saw: an imperial edict written by an emperor in troubled times to his minister who had pulled out the Scarlet Sky Sword. However, it was precisely under such an historical background that such a line of words possessed such a chilling spirit.

Two imperial edicts, two endings.

Feeling sleepy!
Use beauty and wealth to bind the hero's hands and feet.

To weigh the pros and cons, to use beauties to wear down his hard bones, to use the breeze beside his pillow to soften his heroic spirit, to corrupt him with money, to use power and other people's servility to satisfy his arrogant heart, and to let him have everything.

Let it go!
Give him the only thing this body can give him.

A just cause!

Since you already have the power, I will give you this name!
You can do whatever you want to do, take the sword, take the fire, reform the world, stop the Ying and Chen states, and finally make even the royal family of Zhongzhou fall magnificently in the raging flames and the whistling of swords.

The Red Emperor's world is already old, so let's pass on the Red Emperor's flame to the next generation.

Ji Zichang sat in the middle, with the doors and windows closed, so the room was dim, with only the flickering candlelight on the desk. The old calligraphy master looked at him and saw that his disciple had stubble on his face.

His face was full of struggle and fatigue.

He is the emperor of Zhongzhou.

But he wrote the second letter himself, which was bound to attract the attention of the whole world.

"What should I do, teacher? What should I do?"

Ji Zichang's voice was hoarse: "Please tell me how I can do it."

"Like my uncles and great-grandfathers expected, or should we start a fire? Oh, even someone like me can see that the first path won't trap the tiger, but it will at least delay the decline of the court."

"Those uncles and great-uncle brothers didn't desire the grandeur and glory of the Scarlet Emperor, they just wanted their own interests. They also knew that this was a stupid move, but they didn't care. They just wanted temporary safety."

"As for the second path, there have been countless lessons in history. If such a hero takes advantage of the situation, he will not stop. The world will be overturned, and the majesty of the Red Emperor will disappear in flames."

"A person like me might be called a king who lost his country."

"what should I do?"

"Teacher, Yan Taibao, can you tell me?"

Yan Taibao replied: "Such an important matter is not for a minister to answer."

Ji Zichang mentioned the Chixiao Sword on the table. More than a year ago, when the Chixiao Sword rang for the first time, he tried to pull out this ancestor's magic weapon, but was burned by the sword.

Ji Yanzhong's heart was broken by the words of sword maniac Murong Longtu.

He returned here with the Chixiao Sword, which was next to Ji Zichang. He held the sword and whispered, "I know that I became the emperor only because I was easy to control. I was a puppet. Before I took the throne, I thought that even if I was a puppet, I was still the emperor, so it didn't matter."

“I came up and found that it was not the case.”

"People like me struggle to make a decision."

"What should I do? Should I pursue the final glory, or..."

“Let our ancestors’ eight hundred years of rule end in a dignified manner amidst the flames. Rather than lingering on and being eaten up by the Chen and Ying states, it is better to let the world be in turmoil, so that my eight hundred years of rule as the Red Emperor can have a glorious end!”

"Perhaps I have embarrassed you, but this is not what an emperor should say. I actually have the urge to completely cut off all constraints and stir up the world. No, that is not worthy of being called heroic."

Ji Zichang laughed at himself:
"Like a gambler and a hoodlum with nothing."

"A puppet like me is just a broken jar that I can throw away when the time comes."

He put down his sword, stood up and said, "I have been sitting here for seven or eight days. I want to go out for a walk and see King Gongyang Su. When Li Guanyi comes here tomorrow, I will make the decision myself."

"Perhaps it is the first imperial edict."

"After all, I am not a qualified emperor."

"He is just a puppet, not a hero."

Ji Zichang left, and Yan Taibao remained silent for a long time, looking at the Chixiao sword.

There was a ray of flowing light on the blade of the Chixiao Sword. Yan Taibao was stunned to see the blade of the sword being pulled out of the scabbard a little bit. The sword light was sharp, but the magic weapon had already recognized its master, so it fell back into the scabbard.

Yan Taibao was stunned, and the old civil official realized something.

Ji Zichang, who was unable to draw the Chixiao Sword more than a year ago, has undergone a transformation under the turbulent waves of this chaotic world and finally has the qualifications to draw the Chixiao Sword. However, the Chixiao Sword has already been held by another hero.

If there was no such hero, Ji Zichang could have drawn the Chixiao Sword at this moment; but without such a hero stirring up the world, how could Ji Zichang transform and turn into a dragon? How could the puppet emperor at that time have the determination and passion to hold this magic weapon?

It seems like just a hair's breadth apart, but it's the difference between heaven and earth, it's fate.

Yan Taibao was stunned for a long time, tears streaming down his face. He looked at the imperial edict and said softly, "The troubled times are like a great river. In such a turbulent sea, the dragon that was originally trapped in the shallows and bullied by fish and shrimps will finally soar into the sky?"

He staggered to his knees before the tallest portrait and choked up:

"But it's too late... There are too many heroes in the world, what does it matter if Su Xing wakes up..."

"Your Majesty, the Great Ancestor of the Red Emperor."

"Please protect this world and your descendants."

"Please allow our country to retain its final dignity."

"A country created from nothing amidst swords and fire should not be so embarrassed and humble."

………………

The Qilin Army dismissed all the maids and attendants in the Qin Palace. No one knew if there would be any spies inside. In other words, considering that a mere prince consort dared to raise the city gate tax privately, there must be more than a dozen spies inside.

The food prepared was extremely rich.

There were more than a hundred dishes, cold dishes, hot dishes, meat dishes, and vegetarian dishes, all laid out on a huge table. Li Guanyi asked the cook and the butler in charge of purchasing, "How much did all this cost?"

"Reporting to the Marquis, one thousand taels."

Li Guanyi was stunned and subconsciously wanted to shout: "How much!?!!"

He paused, pointed to a dish on the table, and said, "How much is this dish?"

The official replied: "Fifty taels."

Li Guanyi sneered.

A fried egg with some vegetable sprouts, fifty taels?

The official from the Ministry of Internal Affairs replied, "Three eggs cost thirty taels, two top-quality white onions cost fifteen taels, and the remaining five taels of fire consumption, a total of fifty taels."

Li Guanyi said: "This thing costs fifty taels. I will sell it to you."

The official paused for a moment, then laughed dryly and said, "This, this item is precious. Reporting to the Marquis, my family may occasionally use it when there is a sacrificial ceremony, otherwise I dare not."

Li Guanyi said calmly: "I am not used to such delicious food, so I will take it away."

"Pingyang, take back the food expenses that the court allocates to us every day. One thousand taels per meal. Remember, don't forget it."

Ling Pingyang smiled and said, "Yes!"

The official's face froze, and he was anxious, and he subconsciously said:
"This, this is against the rules."

"It has always been like this..."

As soon as he said this, he knew he had spoken out of turn, but he saw the Qin Wuhou, who was famous for his military achievements, said calmly:

"rule?"

The officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs looked pale.

Li Guanyi knew about the kickbacks and deficits these people had taken. With Li Guanyi's own personality, he would just kick this person out, but Qin Wuhou shouldn't be so light-hearted. So when the official saw Qin Wuhou in the scarlet robe and golden crown, he raised his eyes and said lightly:
"Whose rules should I follow?"

! ! ! !
The voice was calm, but it sounded like thunder in the ears. In the Ministry of Internal Affairs, a man who was a high-ranking official with a lucrative job and whose hands were covered with fat after walking around twice, he knelt down with a plop, knocked his forehead heavily on the ground, and said with a trembling body:

"My Lord, please forgive me!"

The guy fell to the ground and blood came out. Li Guanyi tried to stop him, and Taoist Li Yaoshi could do the same, but Qin Wuhou just pursed his lips.

The prince in a scarlet robe stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a golden crown and a calm look.

He just walked slowly past the fourth-rank official.

The scarlet robe with dark gold cloud patterns fluttered.

Not looking back.

The extreme feeling of oppression made the official tremble and kowtow hard. Even though the ground was splattered with blood, he did not dare to stop. The aura and pressure of this young man were even more terrifying than those of the court elders.

He just kept kowtowing, terrified to death. After today, the majesty and oppression of Qin Wuhou had spread throughout the entire Zhongzhou Imperial City, and no one in the major families dared to underestimate this young prince anymore.

But in another place, Qin Wuhou Li Guanyi cursed:

"One thousand taels?!"

"Fuck, one thousand taels!"

"Boiled!"

"I can buy two of Gongshu's mechanical crossbows! Crossbows!"

"The kind that can allow ordinary people to kill incoming warriors, if handed over to incoming warriors, will be even more powerful, and it is outside. Using the price of Piao Miao Pavilion, using the cost price, I can make ten, ten!"

Li Guanyi waved his arms vigorously.

"If you say something nice and praise Master's wife, you might even get something extra."

The young Qin Wuhou squatted there gritting his teeth.

Then he took a big bite of the scallion pancake. The elegant cavalry officer behind him picked up the hem of the young man's brocade robe and said, "My lord, this dress is embroidered with gold thread. It would be bad if it gets dirty."

Li Guanyi stood up obediently: "How much is the daily meal allowance we get back for our food and beverage expenses?"

Ling Pingyang smiled and said, "My Lord, we got 2,800 taels."

He added: “Daily.”

Li Guanyi calculated and said, "Well, I'll stay for about two months, which is more than 80,000 taels per month. It's a lot of money."

"Send this money back to Jiangnan."

Ling Pingyang asked: "All of them?"

"My Lord, what are you going to do?"

The young prince took two bites of the pancake and answered naturally: "I, I can do anything. I am a man who has even eaten fried grasshoppers. Besides, I always give Dai Qing a bribe. Um, cough, please go back."

"A lot of people have already gone back, including the academy and the school."

"Dai Qing is a guy who can pick up a bench and fight with the generals. He must be eager to eat me alive now."

Li Guanyi shuddered.

Jiangnan was handed over to Yan Daiqing. If Li Guanyi went back now, even if Yan Daiqing rolled up his sleeves and grinned and wanted to beat him, he would have to endure it. Not only that, he also had to be careful to restrain his power so as not to let Li Guanyi, the Jiangnan Prefecture Prime Minister, get too tired.

The only person Li Guanyi felt unsure about was Yan Daiqing.

He took two bites of the pancake and said, "Besides, I can't just leave everything to them. I have to do my best to attract talents and make some money, even if it means so much."

"Forget it, the royal family is a wealthy family."

"Eat theirs!"

"With more than 80,000 taels, how many seeds and grains can be exchanged for it? How many things can be made for farming? How many large houses can be built for the homeless to live in?"

"When I was in Huichuntang, I earned one or two taels a month!"

"This can provide a monthly salary subsidy for 80,000 people. If it is just for food, it can allow more than 100,000 people to live an extra month."

"If I eat it."

"I have to wake up in the middle of the night and give myself a slap in the face."

Ling Pingyang was stunned. He only knew that his lord was frugal. Now he understood why his lord was so poor. The smile on his face became much gentler. He still asked, "My lord, what about you and Miss Yaoguang? What about the old man?"

Li Guanyi said: "There are always some in the Qilin Army's food. You can eat less and share some with us."

The cavalry guards around couldn't help laughing when they heard this.

Li Guanyi glared at them and said, "What are you laughing at!"

The young man said proudly: "I am the Marquis!"

So everyone laughed, but there was still respect in their eyes. Ling Pingyang smiled and saluted, saying, "Okay, Pingyang understands." He looked at the young man with gentleness and tranquility in his eyes.

They did not gather around this man because of General Yue's orders or the remaining power of Duke Taiping.

That was the case at first, but it wasn't the case later on.

The lord is poor, but the world is rich.

Be content with poverty and enjoy the simple life.

In the eyes of his fellow soldiers in Jiangnan, the lord is the richest man in the world.

Of course, if you say this, the lord will be so angry that he will hit you with a burrito, and then he will be so distressed that he will collapse, and he will need Miss Yaoguang's comfort to recover.

Speaking of this...

Ling Pingyang remembered something and said:
"Then, my lord, there is one more thing."

Li Guanyi: "What?"

Ling Pingyang said: "There is a letter for you."

(End of this chapter)