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

Chapter 165: The White-robed Soldier Immortal Strikes Again

"Remember, you are the son of the Marquis of Zhenbei, and the future Marquis of Zhenbei."

Xie Xuanli: "On your shoulders, you carry the six states of Jiyou and the heavy burden of thirty Jiyou cavalrymen."

"You have to learn to grow up and take responsibility. What does it matter if you like a slave? You have to learn to abandon it when you should."

"I'm different from you."

The prince taunted, "I can't be as cold-blooded as you."

"I won't last a few years."

Xie Xuanli shook his head: "Ji You will be handed over to you sooner or later. In the past, our opponents were only the Northern Wei and the Central Plains court, but now Ji You's biggest enemy is the 200,000 cavalry of Xiliang."

"When your father is still alive, Xiao Han won't do anything to you, but if I'm gone one day, what will you use to compete with him?"

"Humph."

Although the prince looked unhappy, he rarely refuted.

"have a look."

Xie Xuanli handed over the invitation on the table, "This is the invitation to Xiliang Hou's wedding. Your father has decided to go. You can go with me then. Maybe you can see Qingyao again."

"Don't go."

The prince's face was gloomy. "I will find a way to solve Qingyao's problem myself. If you dare to touch any slave or maid in my yard again in the future, I will fight you to the death."

"Stay still."

"Whoever wants to move can do so."

Xie Xuanli waved his hand.

After the quarrel between the old man and the young man, the prince went to the backyard angrily. On the way, he scolded any guards and servants who spoke to him and said hello.

When they arrived at the prince's garden, several servants gathered around him. Seeing his extremely ugly face, they felt quite uneasy.

"Prince, are you okay?"

The maid in red frowned, feeling a little distressed, "Xiao Han is now a marquis and prime minister, and is about to marry the princess. He is in a good position now, so why not forget it."

Back then in Jizhou, Xiao Han was not afraid of him as the prince, let alone now that he has set up his own faction and has a strong army and horses.

Many people even privately called him the second Marquis of Zhenbei.

"We can't just let it go."

He gritted his teeth and said, "I can't swallow this anger."

"Did he slap you in the face?"

The prince looked at the woman in red.

"No."

She shook her head quickly.

"Too deceiving."

The prince was furious and called his servants to invite Pan Fenglai.

After about a cup of tea, Pan Feng arrived at the courtyard.

"What does the prince want from me?"

he asked.

"Mobilize the troops."

At this time, the prince, who had finished washing and changed into a clean suit, walked out of the back hall and looked at Pan Feng and said, "You often say that you are loyal to me. Now it's time for you to truly show your loyalty."

"Who offended the prince?"

Pan Feng grinned and nodded: "I will make sure that he won't see the sun the next day."

"Xiliang Hou Xiao Han."

The prince spoke word by word, and then looked at Pan Feng intently.

"Xiao Han."

Pan Feng swallowed unconsciously, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"What? You don't dare?"

His tone was calm, but the contempt that was revealed unintentionally deeply hurt Pan Feng's heart.

He wanted to refute, but didn't know how to say it. Finally, he smiled bitterly and said, "My Lord, it's not that I'm afraid of Xiao Han, but rashly dispatching troops to attack Xiliang is a capital crime."

"and."

"And what?"

The prince was unhappy.

"And even if all my heavy cavalry were deployed, they would not be able to take Tianxian Pass."

Pan Feng explained: "In the past two years, Xiliang has expanded its army. It now has 200,000 elite cavalrymen, all of whom have experienced many battles."

"If the Crown Prince rashly dispatches troops to attack Xiliang, not to mention causing trouble to the imperial court, if it leads to a war between Jizhou and Xiliang..."

Pan Feng didn't say anything next.

Pan Feng could not bear the great sin of going to war with Jizhou and Xiliang, and neither could the prince in front of him. The cavalry of both sides added up to more than 500,000. If it really was a life-and-death battle, no one would survive, and the command would have benefited the Northern Wei.

"Everyone says you, Pan Feng, are fearless, but I never thought you were just bragging. You're actually a wimp."

"What did the prince say?"

"My loyalty to the prince is evident to all."

"Isn't it just mobilizing troops?"

Pan Feng stood up suddenly and said, "I will go and mobilize 20,000 heavily armored cavalry and wait for the prince's orders."

It is a serious crime to mobilize troops privately, especially without the permission of Zhenbei Hou Xie Xuanli, to casually mobilize 20,000 heavily armored cavalry.

If you are not careful, you might lose your head.

Pan Feng also took great pains to cling to the thigh of the son of the Marquis of Zhenbei.

"Twenty thousand is not enough."

The prince shook his head.

"Sir, without the prince's military token, I can only mobilize the 20,000 men under my command."

Pan Feng smiled bitterly.

"I heard that you are the commander of the Yuyang Prefecture Army."

"If we add another 30,000 Yuyang Prefecture troops, there will be 50,000 people."

The prince was thinking.

He did not expect to rely on these 50,000 people to attack Xiliang, capture Xiliang City, and snatch Qingyao back.

He just wanted to use the situation to force Xiao Han to hand over the person, or at least save some face.

"Sir."

Pan Feng hesitated and looked hesitant.

"explain."

"The Yuyang Prefecture Army was led by Xiao Han. Although I am the commander of the Yuyang Prefecture Army, I have to lead them to attack Xiliang."

Pan Feng was embarrassed: "I'm afraid no one will listen to my orders."

Unless he is crazy, he would not bring the Yuyang Prefecture Army with him. Who knows, these 30,000 Yuyang Prefecture Army might mutini on the spot.

"Twenty thousand is twenty thousand."

The prince clenched his fists and said, "Let's go."

He and Pan Feng left from the rear and headed straight for the heavy armored cavalry camp, preparing to deploy troops and generals to avenge their previous humiliation.

But he was stopped halfway.

Hundreds of riders were waiting outside the camp. The leader was dressed in white armor and held a long spear in his hand.

It was the white-robed military genius Chen Qingzhao.

The warhorse neighed anxiously. The prince stared at Chen Qingzhao without saying a word. Pan Feng rode forward and shouted, "What do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

Chen Qingzhao shook his head, his tone unquestionable, "Pan Feng, today the heavy armored cavalry are not allowed to leave the camp."

"Others are afraid of you, but I, Pan Feng, am not."

The fat on Pan Feng's face trembled, he pulled out his big knife, pointed at Chen Qingzhao and shouted, "Get out of the way."

Chen Qingzhao ignored Pan Feng and looked at the prince and said calmly, "Please return home, prince."

"You want to stop me?"

The prince looked extremely unhappy.

"Please come back."

Chen Qingzhao shook his head.

"How dare you do the following?"

The prince rode forward and said, "Today, I must go. I want to see how many ungrateful people like Xiao Han there are among Xie Xuanli's generals."

"Your Majesty, be careful."

Pan Feng reminded.

The prince rode his horse towards Chen Qingzhao, who raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at his throat.

His eyes were cold, and he still showed no sign of giving in.

Both sides held their breath and stared at the white-robed soldier, fearing that he would lose balance and pierce the son of the Marquis of Zhenbei with his retracted spear.

"Chen Qingzhao."

Pan Feng couldn't bear to watch it anymore and his palms were sweating.

"Do you also want to be the second Xiao Han?"

(End of this chapter)