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

Chapter 9 Xie Waner comes to the rescue

"Humph, the young marquis is so majestic."

Liao Huan didn't care about that and said unhappily, "We have followed the Marquis in battle for more than ten years and killed countless enemies. General Xiao has saved the day several times. Now we have to go to Xiliang to take up a post, but the young Marquis sent Pan Feng to cause trouble. Not only did he tie up our messenger, he also refused to let us enter the city."

"If the young marquis succeeds to the throne in the future, there will be no place for us old soldiers who guard the border and fight in the wars."

Heart-piercing words.

The young marquis Xie An on the opposite side changed his expression slightly, and on Xiao Han's side, the eyes of the five hundred palace soldiers looked at Xie An with subtle changes.

"Today, so many people are watching who is right and who is wrong."

Chief Clerk Pan Yuanshao's face was solemn, and he clasped his fists and said, "If the young marquis still refuses to give way, then I will have to go to Marquis Xie to seek justice."

Xie An's face became gloomy and he began to feel regretful.

In the future, he, the son of the Marquis of Zhenbei, became a joke in the Northern Army.

But seeing Pan Feng's miserable condition, he refused to give in and wanted to force Xiao Han to bow his head.

"Still not letting me?"

Xiao Han climbed onto the horse and looked at him, and Xie An also looked at Xiao Han.

"Keng!"

The next moment, the dry sword stuck on the horse's back slowly came out of its sheath, a terrible murderous aura rushed towards him, and the warhorse under his crotch neighed.

If Xie An hadn't had some riding skills, he would have been thrown off the horse.

The soldiers behind him watched their commander draw his sword, and they also slowly raised their spears, waiting for the order to charge.

Young Marquis Xie An's palms began to sweat. He was betting that Xiao Han would not dare to attack him.

"Keng!"

The dry sword is unsheathed.

"No, General."

Pan Yuanshao wanted to speak out to stop him, but was interrupted by Xiao Han who raised his hand.

"puff!"

Xiao Han threw the seven-foot dry knife on the horse's back and stabbed it in front of Xie An.

Lin Che sat on the horse, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Let me see how courageous our future Zhenbei Marquis is."

Logically speaking, the young marquis in front of him is a smart man, and a fool would not hide his talents under a bushel.

But since he is a smart man, Xiao Han doesn't understand why this guy always picks on him.

He didn't have much interaction with the young marquis.

Xiao Han was often away fighting or guarding the border and rarely returned to Jizhou.

But he doesn't want to find out the reason now.

If Xiao Han still acts submissively and servilely even when others are riding on his neck and shitting on him, then he won't have any chance to lead troops in the future.

In the Northern Army, the strong prey on the weak and only the fittest survive. If you want to speak, you have to show your military achievements and strength.

He is the commander-in-chief of the Yuyang Prefecture Army and the General of Cavalry of the Northern Prefecture Army. Xiao Han has contributed a lot to the prosperity of the six states in the northern border of Daqian.

He looked at the young marquis with a cold gaze, with a hint of feigned contempt in his eyes.

"Do you think you'll be brave enough after killing a few maids and concubines?"

Lin Che said disdainfully: "I see that you can't even lift a 20-jin dry sword, and you still want to take on the heavy responsibility of Zhenbei Hou?"

"Why?"

"Did you play with so many courtesans?"

"Or by him?"

Xiao Han glanced at Pan Feng, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.

The young marquis's face had turned red, and he wanted to reach out to grab the seven-foot dry sword.

However, reason told him that he could not take this dry knife.

If you take it, you must kill someone.

Who to kill?
Of course it’s Xiao Han.

But can he kill Xiao Han?
Let’s not talk about whether he can be killed or not, let’s just talk about whether he can be killed?

he asked himself.

Can Xiao Han be killed?

No.

Even though he looked down on Xiao Han, he had to admit that the man in front of him was the best in the Northern Army. If he killed him, the Northern Army would be torn apart. But if he wanted to take over the six states of the Northern Territory from his father and take over the throne of the Marquis of Zhenbei, he would face a situation a hundred times more difficult than now.

With the momentum of the great victory in Yuyang, the army had originally been quite dissatisfied with the idea of ​​taking back the military power of Xiao Han, the commander of the palace army.

If he drew his sword against Xiao Han again, it would only make the veteran soldiers in the Northern Army even more disheartened.

Xie An did not reach out to take the dry knife, but just stared at Xiao Han.

It would be wrong to take it, but if I don’t take it, I will also become a laughing stock.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

The stalemate remains.

At this time...

"Isn't it just a 20-jin dry knife? You make it seem like such a big deal."

Xie Wan'er appeared and rescued him in time. She came alone in a red dress.

He bent down and picked up the long and narrow dry knife from the ground, held it in his hand, and handed it to Xiao Han.

"General Xiao's knife must be kept away. If it accidentally falls to the ground next time, I will not help pick it up."

Xie Wan'er spoke softly.

Xiao Han did not take the dry knife.

"Why? General Xiao, do you think I am not qualified to pick it up? Or does it take the Marquis of Zhenbei to pick it up?"

Xie Wan'er was neither humble nor arrogant.

Xiao Han still didn't speak, but reached out, grabbed the dry knife and put it back on the saddle.

"Let's call it a day today."

Xie Wan'er looked at the young marquis with a calm expression: "Pan Feng and Xiao Han are colleagues in the army. They are both the backbone of the Northern Army. There is no discord between them. The two were just sparring with each other. It is inevitable that they were injured. They will be fine after a few days of rest."

"sister."

The young marquis wanted to say something, but was pushed back by Xie Wan'er's eyes.

The eldest daughter of the Zhenbei Marquis swept her sharp eyes over the Yuyang Prefecture Army and the Jizhou Three Guards Iron Cavalry: "Don't worry, everyone, as long as they fight for the land of Jiyou and for the Xie King's flag, my Zhenbei Marquis Xie family will not let them down."

"Walk."

Xiao Han rode away with five hundred soldiers from Yuyang Prefecture.

"Sister, he beat Pan Feng so badly, and you're just going to let him go?"

Xie An dismounted from his horse, with a hint of reluctance in his tone.

"What do you want?"

Xie Wan'er, who always spoke softly, got angry for the first time at her younger brother, the young marquis Xie An.

"You want to kill him with a knife?"

"We should mobilize our troops and kill him at the gate of Jizhou."

Faced with Xie Wan'er's question, the young marquis remained silent.

"Let me ask you one more question."

Xie Wan'er asked, "Without the Zhenbei Marquis's military token, can you mobilize a single soldier of the Northern Army?"

“It can’t be adjusted.”

Xie An shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Xiao Han has already handed over the military token, why are you still making things difficult for him?"

Xie Wan'er said earnestly, "If today's incident gets out, how will the old soldiers of the Northern Army view you? How will the people of the world view you? How will they view father?"

"I didn't expect it to get so serious."

The young marquis felt a little aggrieved: "I just wanted Pan Feng to vent his anger."

"Now I can't vent my anger, but I feel so angry."

"Xiao Han is not wrong."

Xie Wan'er's eyes were filled with disappointment: "You are now incapable of lifting that 20-jin dry sword, let alone shouldering the burden of the six states in the northern border."

She glanced at the unconscious Pan Feng and said, "That's good. It will stop him from harming the women of Jizhou."

After all, walk away.

Only the young marquis Xie An was left standing there in a daze. He had never imagined that one day, the eldest sister who loved him the most would actually get angry with him.

It took me a long time to come back to my senses.

(End of this chapter)