When Xu Fengnian returned to the mansion, he did not climb over the wall again. This made Song Huangmei, who was waiting hard under the wall, disappointed. He learned from the management office that the prince was walking out of the house step by step with his feet. Miss Song exclaimed and ran out of the Li Mansion. The manager saw it and muttered to him. The daughter of the Song family was too rash, and was a thousand miles away from the quiet and virtuous lady. The manager immediately took the lead.

There were some reverie, and Beiliang Dao knew that the Hanlin Master and His Highness grew up wearing pairs of pants. If the eldest lady could become the princess of Beiliang in the future, and the master was already a master of the management, then wouldn’t the Li family be the most well-deserved wealthy family in Beiliang? The old manager shook his head. Oh, it’s a pity that the young lady actually hangs with the son of Guo Dehan, and a peony flower was inserted into cow dung.

Xu Fengnian lay on the bench of the pavilion and looked up at the low and bright starry sky, and turned a blind eye to the girl sneaking into the pavilion.

The girl was really a hard-working and hardworking woman. She could hold back her temper and gritted her teeth and was frozen for half an hour without making a sound.

Xu Fengnian sat up and asked with a smile: "Miss Song, are you asking me for trouble?"

Song Huangmei, who was huddling beside the pavilion pillar, was startled and then turned red with her not too beautiful face. She lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes and stuttered, and she no longer had the style of a female hero who had set her sword on him at the residence of the prefect of Huangnan County.

Xu Fengnian didn't embarrass her and asked, "How many years have you been practicing swords? Do you want me to teach you a few easy-to-get sword moves?"

After Xu Fengnian asked, she was amused and crying. The girl stared at her in a daze, muttering to herself, muttering as if she was saying that the prince's eyes were better than someone, but she still only liked that guy.

Xu Fengnian coughed heavily, and Song Huangmei sat on the bench on the other side, put his hands on his shoulders and struggled to keep the cold. He quickly returned to his original straightforward personality and laughed and said, "Your Highness, I know you are a master and a good person. I have a lover. He is a child of an outer branch of a gang in Huangnan County, named Dou Yangguan. He is the biggest wish in his life to marry me with a Beiliangdao, but my father doesn't seem to like him very much. Otherwise, your highness will express his compassion and give him a sword called Dou Yangguan. My father will definitely not object anymore!"

Xu Fengnian knew that this girl must not know that Liantang was almost dead and was removed from the Lingzhou River and Lake. However, it was indeed mentioned in the intelligence that she escaped a young man named Douyang Pass, the lover of Song Huangmei, the daughter of Song Yan. Not only that, the ancestors of Douyang Pass all figured out the truth. Xu Fengnian issued an instruction at that time, asking the eagle to stop this person. An outer disciple who had just entered Liantang for a few days could be killed or not. Since she had such an involvement with the Song family, she would give Song prefects to become a promotion gift for other officials in Lingzhou. As for whether the young man would hold a grudge against Beiliang after escaping the disaster and whether he would be determined to avenge his master's sect, Xu Fengnian didn't care. There were not many people in the Liyang River and Lake like that.

The young master who is shaking the folding fan has the ability to kill him all the way to Xu Fengnian. More people have never seen His Royal Highness the Prince until his death. If that person can stand out, Xu Fengnian will see his name from the spy again, and even don’t mind letting him know the identity of the Beimang spy in Zhang Ce of Liantang, and then send him to the border to sharpen his skills. Since he wants to touch the knife, he can make him feel until he vomits after joining the army. It’s just that people’s hearts are unpredictable. God knows which path this boy named Dou will choose to take. As for whether Dou Yangguan and Song Huangmei can finally get married, it is not something Xu Fengnian cares about. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, nor is it. Now in Beiliang, perhaps the time of His Royal Highness the Prince is the most valuable.

Xu Fengnian withdrew his thoughts and said with a smile: "People are not allowed to wear Beiliang Swords. Besides, with your father's eyesight, you will not be able to tell the authenticity of Dou Yangguan's sword?"

Song Huangmei had a contented and happy personality. When she heard the prince say this, she looked suddenly and said oh, and she didn't insist anymore. In fact, if she had the chance to be alone with the prince, she would not have to make trouble for herself. If she caught the prince, she would rather kill her mistakenly than let her go, or she would beat the snake and stick it with the stick, and use her identity as a woman to pester her to ask for some promises. This is probably the reason why Xu Fengnian was willing to nag her casually. Song Huangmei did not disturb the prince, but did not leave. She sat on the bench, leaning lazily against the pillars, and looking up at the starry sky. Xu Fengnian was a person who came here. Knowing that this girl was probably missing the son of Dou, she lay down again, closed her eyes to rest, and carefully considered the lingering in her mind.

The end of the state, the Lingzhou officialdom, which was originally far more complicated than the Youliang states, after the management and management made Li Gongde express his opinion, believed that with Xu Beizhi's ability, even if it was still a little restrained, he finally barely opened up the situation. It was almost time for him to leave. He could not always take over the hat of the general of Lingzhou to occupy the nest here. However, if he really wanted to leave, he had to deal with the young master who dared to make trouble first. Xu Fengnian, who closed his ears, noticed that Song Huangmei stood up and tiptoed away gently. He smiled gently, waited for her to walk away, snapped his fingers, and said to the dead Shi Yin who quietly appeared: "I will tell the Lingzhou Eagle Falcon, move some hands and feet, and polish Douyang Pass. If this person is too tough, remove some edges and corners. If he is already depressed, let him meet a noble man, don't let him lose his spirit early."

The Death Shi Yin was about to leave, but suddenly heard His Royal Highness ask with a smile: "Why should I go and see the peach blossom fan for a while?"

During the chaotic times of the Spring and Autumn Period, many people fled far away to avoid disasters and take root. In order to change their names and surnames, the court established a genealogy of the world. Only then did they know that many new surnames with vague "classics" were springing up like mushrooms after the rain. However, like the dead man next to His Royal Highness, there were not many names. This man who seemed to have no past and no future did not talk much as before. Xu Fengnian waved his hand, and the dead man Yin flashed and passed away.

Xu Fengnian, who was not sleepy, wandered along the path, counting lanterns all the way. After guessing whether Li Xifeng left office, the court agreed to Wang Luting to take over the position of Jinlu Weaving. As soon as the hole was opened, the King of Huainan Zhao Yingjing and King of Huainan Zhao Xun were fine. The powerful King of Yanchi and King of Guangling, who were arrogant because of their favor, would probably be willing to take advantage of the east wind of Beiliang to pull out the thorn in the weaving bureau. Thinking of this, Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "What kind of thorn in the flesh is the thorn in the eyes."

Walking to the north of the lakeside of the official residence, I was surprised to find that Song Yan, who had just become a different driver in Lingzhou, was sitting on a stone by the lake. It was a big thing that was transported from Chunshen Lake to Beiliang Road. The artful and elegant scholars from Liyang favored the huge rocks caught in Chunshen Lake. Besides, even the ordinary stone weighed thousands of weights and carried hundreds of miles or thousands of miles, it would be expensive even if it was not expensive. Song Yan was leisurely in his mind, stretched his feet and bent his knees.

, and poured Jiannanchun Shao, which claimed to be able to burn through the stomach and intestines after half a pound of food, and when Xu Fengnian walked to the huge rock, Master Song came to his senses. When he wanted to get up to pay a gift, His Royal Highness had already sat cross-legged. It was a bit inappropriate for him to get up again. Song Yan roughly understood the character and temper of the general Lingzhou beside him, and did not do that scene, and shook the yellow mud wine jar, and just smiled and said, "Your Highness, you're bottoming out."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "What are you going to see? There are obviously two big mouthfuls of wine. If you can't bear it, you can't bear it."

Song Yan was honest and laughed and said, "I really can't bear to leave this jar of wine. I've been buried under the ground for seven or eight years. At that time, three jars were placed. After Lord Li became the master of the military commander, he drank a jar. When he came to Lingzhou, he knew that he would be promoted and wealthy, and he had to leave Huangnan County, so he thought of moving the remaining two jars, enduring the pain, and giving them to His Highness a jar. He never thought that when he went to the backyard, he was left with the jar in his hand. After thinking about it, he knew that the girl who had turned her elbow out had stolen to send someone, and he was more worried about the officials. He was so sad that every household was like this. Your Highness, don't blame him."

Xu Fengnian joked: "Mr. Song has taken all the truth, what else can I say?"

Song Yan sighed: "Your Highness has not been easy in the past few years."

Xu Fengnian was silent for a moment. When Song Biejia looked up and drank a big sip of wine, he laughed softly: "You may not believe it. I went to Beimang to meet Zhao Huainan, the king of Beiyuan, and went to the capital to face the saint. There were many twists and turns between the two trips. However, the most aggrieved time was the first time I ran away from home in a mess. In Hezhou, a rich child was carrying a privately bought Beiliang knife, and he was knocked out by that guy on his head. If he were in Beiliang, this kind of thing would have been bitten to death by me. It was only then that time that he knew whether Xu Xiao was by his side was really a world of difference. As for the loss later, he suffered some losses.

I was used to being treated as a mouse crossing the street, so I no longer felt it difficult to let go. If the most painful thing is the practice of swords before going to Wudang Mountain. At that time, I found some desperate people to use as stakes for me for swords. The pain of flesh and blood was cut by the horse thief. The pain was so painful that I almost rolled all over the ground, so I didn’t have the courage to look down at the wound. When I opened the scar cocoon, I told myself not to practice swords. Fortunately, I gritted my teeth and persevered, and I would never forget it since then. Even though my life has been hanging on the thread many times in the past few years, I was indeed suffering from death. Instead, I still felt that it was not as deep as that knife."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and raised the wine jar, sighed, and said, "The officials are never afraid of conspiracies in the officialdom, but if anyone puts a knife on his neck and really wants to watch himself bleeding, he will probably not care about the character of a scholar. Without the power to tie a chicken, it is said that those of Song Yan and others are talking about it."

Xu Fengnian joked: "A man can't be powerless. Some brothel women have the ability to tie chickens," he said.

Song Yan squirted out a sip of wine, looked down at his crotch, laughing and tears, not caring about wasting the last sword Nan Chun Shao.

After laughing, Song Yan turned his head and looked at His Highness the Prince, "There are seven or eight or nine things that are not satisfactory in life, and it is hard."

Xu Fengnian looked at the lake and smiled calmly, "I can talk to others in the end, fortunately."

Song Yan was silent.

Xu Fengnian said, "Song Yan, go and lay down three more jars of wine. Seven or eight years later, if we are both alive, you will give me a jar. I will give you a rank of officials who are not inferior to those of the military commander."
Chapter completed!