At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 163: The Prince of Zhenbei Returns to Jizhou

In the Hou Mansion.

There were ripples in the pond, one circle after another, and in the fresh grass, two frogs were croaking.

A cool breeze blew through the courtyard, swaying the bamboos and causing dewdrops to fall from them.

"laugh."

The cold sword light bloomed in the courtyard, tearing through the drizzle, and the long sword slashed across, carrying a faint chill.

Qingyao was dressed in white, with the long sword in her hand wielding unpredictable to the point of being fierce, sometimes graceful, sometimes overbearing, and sometimes as violent as a raging wave.

A green sword, stabbing, slicing, lifting, or tapping, the moves are as smooth as flowing water, without any pause.

Qingyao was so immersed in sword practice that she was unaware of the passage of time.

“This talent.”

Inside the pavilion.

Xiao Han stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the woman in white who was practicing swordplay, and he sighed: "She has only practiced a thousand volumes of swordplay, but her swordplay has reached such a high level. Once she finishes practicing all the swordplay manuals in the Sword Grinding Hall, I'm afraid there will be only a handful of people in the world who can surpass her in swordplay."

"Two monsters."

Dayueer quite agreed.

The two monsters she mentioned were Qingyao and Yuwen Yulou from Modao Garden.

The sword technique that has reached the Ten Stops is extremely powerful in the Zhixuan Realm.

Whether it is Yuwen Yulou or Qingyao, in time, they will be qualified to compete for the position of the strongest person in the world.

"Da Yue'er, why should you underestimate yourself?"

Xiao Han turned around and looked at her, "You're not bad either."

"Son."

"The court has arrived."

Miaoyu came over, with a little joy on her face: "I'm here to tell you about the wedding date."

"What day?"

"September 16th, a very auspicious date. I heard it was calculated by the chief priest of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory."

Miaoyu said quickly.

"There are still some days."

Xiao Han called out, "Uncle Zhou, you should be familiar with these procedures."

"clear."

Zhou Bo was still as kind as ever: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely get it done."

Things that need to be prepared must be prepared in advance, and the three books and six betrothal gifts are essential. Moreover, since you are marrying a princess, the etiquette is even more complicated.

"The court has sent a secretary from the Imperial Observatory, who should be here in a few days."

"When the time comes, Uncle Zhou, you can just contact him directly."

"it is good."

The old butler with white hair nodded and said with a smile: "Our young master's wedding must be a grand one, it can't be shabby."

"Sir, now that the wedding date has been set, it's time to prepare the invitations."

Miaoyu said, "Should we send an invitation to Xie Xuanli, the Marquis of Zhenbei?"

"deliver."

"How can I not send it?"

Xiao Han waved his hand and said, "Not only should we give one to the Marquis of Zhenbei, but we should also give one to each of the other generals."

"We also need to give it to the Second Miss of Zhenbei Marquis, and Xie Wan'er cannot be left behind."

"All officials from the six ministries of the imperial court will also be given."

“Are these people coming back?”

Dayue hesitated.

"Giggle."

Miaoyu smiled and explained: "Master, what you mean is that it doesn't matter whether you come or not, as long as the gift arrives."

"Yu'er is still smart."

He grinned, "These guys are either rich or powerful. If they accept my invitation, remember to mark the roll call on the invitation. I want to see if these guys can afford to lose face."

"There is another piece of news."

Miaoyu said: "Xie Xuanli's precious son had already stepped into Jizhou territory yesterday."

"Come back as soon as you come back."

Xiao Han curled his lips, "Could it be possible that he could turn the tables?"

"Sir, you have taken someone's slave."

Dayueer smiled and said, "When the prince returns to Jizhou and sees this, he will probably be so angry that he might even come to our house."

"Then beat him up again."

He glanced at Qingyao, then retracted his gaze and said calmly, "It just so happens that I'm itching to do something."

"Hehe." Dayue'er laughed so hard that her body shook. She recalled the scene of beating up the son of the Marquis of Zhenbei in the Dingxi County prison.

"I'll do it."

She said, "I have experience."

"Good Yu'er, bring me the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I want to write an invitation to the Marquis of Zhenbei."

Xiao Han spoke.

"okay."

Miaoyu left with a smile.

Early the next morning, more than a dozen messengers carrying invitations left the Marquis's Mansion and headed straight to various places in Jizhou.

a few days later.

Jizhou City.

Zhenbeihou Mansion.

The sun was high in the sky, scorching hot, shining into the courtyard, and the green bamboos and trees emitted a quiet glow.

Xie Xuanli was drinking tea with Yuan Hong.

"That little bastard should be almost at Jizhou City."

Xie Xuanli said, "The little bastard is finally back."

"Two and a half years, almost three years."

Yuan Hong waved his paper fan and stroked his beard, "Your Highness has traveled all over the Central Plains, so you must have improved a lot."

"Hopefully."

Xie Xuanli nodded: "It's about Qingyao, the servant. If he knew about it, who knows what would happen."

"probably not."

Yuan Hong said: "He should know the difference between the important and the unimportant."

"My Lord, the Crown Prince is thirty miles outside Jizhou City."

"My Lord, the Crown Prince is twenty miles outside Jizhou City."

"My Lord, General Pan Feng has already led people to welcome the Crown Prince."

"My Lord, the Crown Prince and General Pan are on their way to the Marquis' Mansion."

Outside Jizhou City.

Thousands of cavalrymen are marching with flags waving. Countless soldiers are galloping wildly. Above the sky, eagles are circling with their wings spread.

"My Lord, you have suffered a lot in the past two years."

Several riders galloped wildly, heading straight towards Zhenbei Hou.

Pan Feng looked at the prince who looked like a beggar, and felt a little sour in his heart. Is this still the same prince who used to live a life of luxury?

He was unkempt, half-dressed, and had a half-eaten chicken leg in his mouth.

"Eat slowly."

Pan Feng slowed down, fearing that he would choke.

“I haven’t eaten chicken legs for a long time.”

The prince sighed and looked back, seeing that only a few bones were left of the half roast chicken in Lao Yang's hand.

The toothless groom was staring at the chicken leg in his hand.

His reaction was almost instinctive, and he swallowed the meat from the chicken leg whole in one bite.

"Sir, eat less. When we get back to the mansion, I'll prepare a large table of delicacies for you."

Pan Feng said quickly.

"Finally home."

The horse stopped in front of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion. He dismounted and looked at the towering mansion, which seemed to stretch as far as he could see. Tears welled up in his eyes.

“You won’t have to go hungry anymore.”

The prince sighed.

God knows what a miserable life he and Old Yang have led in the past two years. They were hungry and cold, and were bitten by dogs when they stole other people's sweet potatoes. They were either chased by horse bandits or forced to flee in panic when chased by robbers.

There has never been a peaceful day.

"Let's go into the house."

He waved his hand and led Pan Feng, Lao Yang and others through the gate. Instead of going to see Xie Xuanli, he went straight to his own yard.

"Report to the Marquis."

"The prince has returned to the small garden."

The guard came to report.

"Lao Yuan, my head suddenly hurts a little."

Xie Xuanli covered his forehead and said, "When that little bastard comes later, just tell him I'm not here."

Yuan Hong's face was full of black lines.

(End of this chapter)