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

Chapter 166 You are just a prince, not the Marquis of Zhenbei!

Facing the prince's questioning, Chen Qingzhao's expression did not change from beginning to end.

The spear in his hand not only did not retreat at all, but instead moved forward.

"Bah!"

He used a spear instead of a stick and hit the horse on the head. The warhorse felt the pain and rolled to the side. If the prince had not been quick-eyed and quick-handed, he would have fallen flat on his face.

Pan Feng dismounted from the horse and quickly helped him up.

"Chen Qingzhao, you are rebelling."

Pan Feng glared at him and raised his hand, and the heavily armored cavalry behind him raised their spears.

"I thought that after two years of experience outside, I would be able to make some progress."

Chen Qingzhao said calmly: "But he still can't change his arrogant and domineering spirit."

"You are just a prince."

"Not yet the Marquis of Zhenbei."

After saying this, the white-robed military immortal slowly took out a military talisman from his arms.

Pan Feng's eyes narrowed.

"Pan Feng, listen to my orders."

He spoke.

"From today on, you are not allowed to leave the camp without the Marquis's order."

"If anyone violates this rule, he will be executed immediately."

"As ordered."

With the military token from the Marquis of Zhenbei, Pan Feng had no choice but to obey and went to the camp in disgrace with his personal guards.

"Is the prince not leaving yet?"

Chen Qingzhao put away the military order and said calmly, "For one's own selfish reasons, he ignored the 300,000 cavalrymen in Jizhou."

"The prince still needs experience."

The veins on the prince's forehead were exposed.

After watching Chen Qingzhao leave, he could only return to the Marquis' Mansion angrily.

Without Xie Xuanli's military token, he, the prince, could only order Pan Feng around in the entire Jiyou.

Other than that, no one buys it.

Now Xie Xuanli is still alive, he is just a prince. What would Xie Xuanli think if those generals turned to him?
Besides, up to now, there are very few people in the Jizhou army who are optimistic about him, the prince.

It is easy to hide one's shortcomings.

But it is extremely difficult to restore the confidence of the soldiers in Jizhou.

He wanted to go to the main hall to find Xie Xuanli, the Marquis of Zhenbei, to ask for clarification, but he came up empty-handed. Xie Xuanli had the foresight to hide himself.

In desperation, he could only smash two vases to vent his anger, and then returned to the Prince's Garden with a gloomy face.

The soldiers cannot be mobilized and the generals cannot be called. Going to Xiliang City alone is almost like asking for trouble.

Even though the prince was furious, he could only hold it in.

……

The messenger from Xiliang followed Xiao Han's instructions and sent an invitation to each of the generals and officials of Jizhou, regardless of whether they were familiar with them or not.

For several days in a row.

Those who received the invitation traveled back and forth in Jizhou City to report the situation to Xie Xuanli, the Marquis of Zhenbei.

To outsiders, Jizhou and Xiliang seem to be on good terms with each other, but in fact, the power cores of both sides know the truth.

The two sides have long been incompatible.

If these people do not report the invitation to Xie Xuanli after receiving it, they may not be able to survive in Jizhou in the future.

In addition to Jizhou, there were hundreds of messengers setting out from Xiliang City, passing Qingyou Pass, and heading towards the Central Plains.

All officials above the third rank in the capital received invitations. Xiao Han didn’t care whether they came or not, as long as the gifts arrived.

There were also some messengers going to the south of the Yangtze River.

Inside the palace.

Scorching sun.

In the distant river, the water flows gently, and small boats shuttle back and forth on it. Hot steam rises, bringing with it the gentle breeze, and pours into the pavilion.

"Master lost."

The young woman holding the white pieces spoke with an indifferent tone, as if she was not at all happy about winning against the academy.

Also.

To her, winning is normal, but losing is strange.

The old scholar opposite the woman was about sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair on his temples, but he was in very good health. His eyes were bright and he also didn't care about winning or losing.

Looking closely, the moves on the chessboard were all head-on confrontations. The woman's moves were aggressive and invincible, and she defeated the old scholar's black chess pieces, winning the victory almost like a landslide.

"Let's have another plate."

The old scholar spoke and cleaned up the chessboard. He was still playing black and the woman was still playing white. The first thirteen moves were exactly the same as the previous game.

The woman frowned slightly and began to attack, but the old scholar's style of play changed completely.

From moves 16 to 32, the woman took the lead in the attack, and the old scholar was defeated step by step.

After thirty-four moves, the situation eased as the black piece in Lao Ru's hand fell.

After fifty-three moves, the situation was completely reversed. The black pieces were in three positions and attacked the white pieces fiercely, entering the iron chain to bind the dragon.

The woman's face became more and more solemn, and she had to speed up her attack, but the old scholar attacked fiercely at one point, holding back the woman's attack head-on.

Then the other two groups moved forward together. After seventy-two moves, three men slayed the dragon and the game ended.

"You're too impatient."

The old scholar said, "You must know that if you are too hard, you will break easily. If you show your edge early, it will be like a sword that has been unsheathed. There is no possibility of taking it back."

"Three of them will stand together and use one of them to hold you back. In an instant, you will be trapped like a dragon and unable to ascend to heaven."

"Is there any solution?"

The woman looked worried.

“There is a solution.”

Lao Ru: "If we can break through one of their paths before the layout is completed, there will be a chance of survival."

"Thank you, Master."

The woman stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Second Miss, Master, you are here."

The young Confucian scholar trotted over, holding a gilded letter in his hand and handed it to the woman.

"This is an invitation sent by Xiliang Hou, inviting the second young lady to go to Xiliang City to attend the Marquis's wedding."

she was.

It was Xie Peiyao, the second daughter of Zhenbei Marquis.

After taking the invitation and opening it to glance at it casually, Xie Peiyao's face turned a little cold. She didn't say anything and left on her own.

The opened invitation floated in the air and finally fell into the pool.

Jiangnan.

In an antique courtyard.

The depressed eldest daughter of Zhenbei Hou, Xie Wan'er, also received an invitation from Xiliang.

"Miss, why don't we go there?"

The servant next to him said, "Let's not talk about giving Xiliang Hou a favor, just think of it as going out to relax."

"Can you get out?"

Xie Wan'er put away the invitation and said with a wry smile, "Pick out two carts of valuables from my dowry and tell them to send them to Xiliang City."

"If no one is going, why send gifts?"

The maid puffed up her cheeks and said angrily, "It's like throwing a meat bun at a dog. It's gone but never comes back."

"Ugh."

She sighed, "Xiao Han has made outstanding contributions to Jizhou, and he is also a hero to my Xie family."

"Do as you are told."

"promise."

Although I was reluctant, I dared not disobey Xie Wan'er's words and had to go and prepare.

"Boom."

"Boom."

In the evening, the setting sun casts bursts of golden light, bathing the mountains and fields in it. The fiery red stretches endlessly, with no end in sight, and it changes unpredictably.

The sudden roar made the heaven and earth tremble. The thunder came from far away and finally stopped above Xiliang City.

"Boom."

In just a short time, there were more than ten thunders and dazzling lightning flashed in the sky.

"Hoohoo."

"Hoohoo."

The wind was blowing hard, accompanied by increasingly violent lightning. Dense dark clouds gathered from all directions, blocking the light of the setting sun, and the sky suddenly darkened.

(End of this chapter)