"Xiao Ji?"
Chu Feipeng clenched his fists, furrowing his brow, and gazed from afar at Xuanping Hou standing tall on the chariot.
Zhan Country is rely a lesser country, unworthy of the eyes of the superior, yet Chu Feipeng had heard of this na.
A man who made it to the Six Countries Beauty List, even pushing aside their Liang Country’s princess; he, a grown man, originally did not pay attention to such matters, but his sister was a royal concubine and would talk about it every ti she entered the palace.
Moreover, it is said that his reputation is not good, being arrogant, brazen, and extrely shaless; those who have fought with him find him quite troubleso.
Based on past information heard, Chu Feipeng ford an initial impression of Xuanping Hou in his mind — a fancy pillow, fond of sly tricks.
After the thought flashed by, Chu Feipeng felt little fear towards Xuanping Hou who had arrived stepping on a chariot.
It’s strange though, didn’t the Zhan Country army go to Chishui to attack Yan Country’s navy? How did Xuanping Hou end up at Yanngguan?
Moreover, the chariot under his feet looks sowhat familiar.
Xuanping Hou: Yes, it’s stolen from the Liang Country’s camp in the Valley!
Chu Feipeng temporarily put aside his doubts and looked lightly at Xuanping Hou, saying, "It seems you know this general."
Chu Feipeng could speak the Zhan Country’s language.
Xuanping Hou curved his lips into a smile, "To wage war, one must first understand which chicken to slay, and which dog to butcher, right?"
Chu Feipeng’s face darkened, "Xuanping Hou, you’re insolent!"
Just a marquis from a lesser country dares not put a superior country’s general in his eyes!
Xuanping Hou gazed down at him, arrogantly pointed with a long blade, and said, "Who are you to control whether I, the marquis, am insolent or not?"
Chu Feipeng’s superior country status was greatly challenged.
The relationship between Liang Country and Zhan Country, to be honest, hasn’t been too bad in recent years; the three superior countries all have corresponding subordinate countries to tribute, such as Zhan Country tributing to Liang Country, Zhao Country tributing to Yan Country, Chen Country tributing to Jin Country.
Just last year, their Liang Country’s Yu Prince made a visit to Zhan Country for diplomatic negotiation and seed to have had good talks; Yu Prince spoke many good words for Zhan Country upon returning to the capital.
Thinking of this, Chu Feipeng temporarily suppressed the raging anger in his heart, "Xuanping Hou, did you make a mistake? Your target is Dayan’s Hei Fengqi, not Liang Country’s army."
Xuanping Hou curved his lips into a smile, "I haven’t made a mistake; the one I want to fight is you, you bastard!"
"You!" Chu Feipeng’s anger surged!
He is not soone who is easily angered; on the contrary, his temperant is exceptionally calm and composed, yet Xuanping Hou possesses an ability that can infuriate soone beyond asure.
At this mont, the black-clad youth leaped onto the chariot, holding the commander of Hei Fengqi.
A sentence spoken by Xuanping Hou earlier flashed through Chu Feipeng’s mind — his son.
Chu Feipeng coldly said, "Xuanping Hou, remove his helt and see clearly! He’s the commander of Dayan’s Hei Fengqi, not your son!"
If it was a misunderstanding over the wrong identity causing confusion on both sides, it’s completely unnecessary.
Xuanping Hou pushed and pulled Gu Jiao’s helt visor mockingly, causing Gu Jiao to roll her eyes at him.
"Awake?" he said with a smile.
Chang Jing had already found the discarded safety talisman and put it back on her, her internal murderous intent gradually calming down, although her body remained incredibly weak from overspending energy.
Xuanping Hou played with her helt visor like teasing a baby; she wore a black face, refusing to say a word.
This is certainly not interaction between strangers.
A premonition surfaced in Chu Feipeng’s heart, "You, are you—" he paused.
Xuanping Hou withdrew his cheeky hand, looked at Chu Feipeng, and pointed at Gu Jiao, "What’s his na?"
Chu Feipeng responded, "Xiao Liulang."
Xuanping Hou’s lips curled slightly, "What is my na then?"
Xiao Ji!
Xiao Liulang, Xiao Ji!
Indeed, it is said that this young commander hails from Zhao Country.
So, he and Xuanping Hou are truly father and son?!
"Hey! Have you had enough grandeur up there? Can we stop pushing now? The chariot is really heavy, you know!"
Suddenly a loud and full male voice ca from behind the chariot.
Chu Feipeng squinted slightly, there was actually soone else!
Gu Jiao turned her eyes towards it, glancing sidelong at Xuanping Hou — So this is where your arrogant entrance cos from?
Xuanping Hou cleared his throat lightly, "Alright, let’s stop here."
Tang Yueshan shook the sweat off his forehead, perford a light skill and, holding his Tang Family bow, leaped up to stand beside Xuanping Hou.
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