Zhi Xuan

The wheels turned, and the chariot slowly drove out of the military ranks.

The desolate sound of the horn resounded across the wilderness, and the soldiers of the two countries shouted loudly in unison, cheering for the two sons who gave the gift.

Zhi Xuan stood on the car, holding the hilt of the sword firmly with one hand, and his palm began to sweat.

His sword is not as good as Wang Cijian, but it is also a rare magic weapon.

This sword came from the Eastern Liang Kingdom and was brought into the Western Yuan Kingdom by Mrs. Liang.The sword is three feet long and is forged from meteorites falling from the sky. It is completely different from the bronze weapons commonly used in the world. It is an out-and-out iron sword.

Marquis Xiyuan was quite moved when he saw the sword, but Mrs. Liang gave birth to son Xuan and immediately gave the sword to her son, so Marquis Xiyuan could only dispel his thoughts.

Zhixuan went hunting in the suburbs, and the magistrate specially presented this sword, admiring his identity as the son of the first son.

The chariot continues to move forward, always maintaining a constant speed.

The driver is very experienced and skillfully controls the horses to keep the chariot moving in a straight line and leave a gap between the two cars to ensure that there will be no accidental collision.

The distance has been shortened from a hundred steps to fifty steps, twenty steps, and ten steps!

Zhi Xuan's heart almost jumped into his throat, his hands gripped the long sword firmly, and his ears buzzed.

He had never learned swordsmanship in his previous life. Fortunately, Gong Zixuan was the son of the Marquis of Xiyuan, no matter how ignorant he was, he should master a lot of skills, including sword skills.

Upon discovering this, Zhi Xuan simply handed everything over to his body's memory.

In his memory, he also held a long sword and slashed again and again, and his wrists were sore from exhaustion, but he still persisted.

At that time, the concubines brought by Mrs. Liang were still there. They dragged their sick bodies and tried their best to protect him, let him avoid prying eyes, and learn the knowledge and skills that a prince of a country needs to master.

It's a pity that such days didn't last long.

Concubines and concubines of Liang State died of illness one after another. To Young Master Xuan, it was like a sapling that had not yet grown up and was cut off to protect the surroundings.

After suffering several losses, he began to learn to pretend, let go of the knowledge he had learned, made himself unlearned and incompetent, became displeasing to the monarch, and became not threatening, which was enough to make Young Master Kang increasingly arrogant, even in Privately laughed at him as a waste.

Several years have passed, and Young Master Xuan is no longer sure whether he is still pretending or not.

Memories flooded up suddenly, complex emotions piled up in his chest, Zhi Xuan did not deliberately suppress this emotion, he let himself be swallowed by all this, with both hands holding the sword at his side, facing the speeding chariot without fear, staring at The figure in the car locked firmly on the long sword in the opponent's hand.

Years of depression, anger, grievance, and hatred all erupted at this moment.

He is obviously the first son!

He can clearly own all of this openly!

Why?

What is all this for? !

Complicated emotions were surging like a tide, and in an instant, Zhi Xuan and his original body were completely merged into one, soul and soul merged without a single gap.

The chariot was close at hand, the blade brushed past, and the sound was extremely ear-piercing, like a sharp cone chiseling an eardrum.

Zhi Xuan clenched his teeth, resisting the amazing force on the sword.His arms were trembling due to being crushed, but he still firmly held the hilt of the sword, and did not let go of the long sword.

The two chariots passed by each other. The driver grabbed the reins and forced the galloping horses to turn the chariots around.

Gong Zihao looked at Zhixuan with a little surprise, and with just one strike, he was able to find out that Zhixuan was unfamiliar with his sword skills.It should have been learned, but it seems that it has not been practiced for a long time.

However, strangeness is strangeness, but the will to fight is extremely strong.

Gongzi Hao often went to battle, regardless of chasing and killing Di Rong, he also fought against the armies of other vassal states, and he was never defeated.

There are countless opponents who have been killed or injured by his sword, and there are very few opponents like Zhi Xuan who have no combat experience but can bring him a certain amount of pressure.

Given time, it might not become an enemy not to be underestimated.

Compared to Zhao Hao's relaxedness, Zhi Xuan's inner robe was soaked with sweat.He clearly knew that the other party would not take his life, but at the moment of the real confrontation, he was still surprised by Zhao Hao's evil spirit.It is by no means an easy task to face a veteran on the battlefield, even if the opponent looks very young and handsome enough that he cannot be associated with murderous aura.

The driver waved the reins again, and the two chariots passed each other for the second time.

Zhao Hao had put away his sword, and nodded to Zhixuan in the car.

He had a good impression of Zhi Xuan.

This does not involve likes and dislikes in appearance, but recognition of Zhixuan's ability.

Both are the sons of the monarch, and they are of the same age. Whether they continue to be alliances or break out of war in the future, the two sides are qualified to be each other's allies or opponents.

Zhi Xuan lowered his sleeves to cover his trembling hands.Seeing Zhao Hao nodding his head, he immediately responded politely.He was very fortunate that it was just a gift, if he met on the battlefield, he would not be the enemy of the opponent.

The chariots were lined up, and the applause broke out again.

Marquis Xiyuan looked at Zhi Xuan with great satisfaction, and was about to praise him when Zhi Xuan coughed suddenly, his face turned pale, and he clenched his fist with one hand to his lips, coughing so hard that he could hardly breathe.

Seeing him like this, Marquis Nishihara shook his head, with disappointment in his eyes.

Mi Wu and Yang Hao also shook their heads secretly, they were indeed somewhat regretful, but more fortunate and happy to see the results.

Zhixuan was really coughing badly, so Marquis Xiyuan ordered someone to call Doctor Sang.The latter hurried over, took out the pills and fed them to Zhi Xuan, finally calming him down.

"My son's body..." In the middle of speaking, Marquis Nishihara shook his head again.

Zhi Xuan showed shame and unwillingness at the right time, and turned his eyes to Mi Wu and Yang Hao, anyone could see his grievance and resentment.

Mi Wuben was still a little secretly happy, seeing Zhi Xuan's performance, feeling the gaze on him, his expression froze on his face, he couldn't help but curse secretly: "Zhuzi!"

Yang Hao thought of Mi's method, and thought that his family was almost being used as a scapegoat by the other party, his eyes instantly became unfriendly.

Fan Xu calmly watched from the sidelines, seemingly determined to stay out of the matter.

The Marquis of Xiyuan remained silent, Zhixuan continued to pretend to be weak after provoking troubles, and the small clans did not dare to get involved with the big bosses. For a while, the front of the Xiyuan National Front fell into a strange silence, which was completely different from the cheers around him.

In the Bei'an army, the Marquis of Bei'an turned his head and asked his son, knowing Zhao Hao's impression of Zhi Xuan, thought for a moment, and said: "Since my son said so, I think this person is not simple. When I return to the country, I will talk with your elder brother for a while." Say it."

"promise!"

Regardless of how the two parties react, after the monarch and the son, the ministers of the two countries will also send gifts.

Mi Wu, Yang Hao and Fan Xu entered the battle one after another. Zhi Xuan observed carefully and found that the strength of the three was not weak.

The strength of secret martial arts is astonishing. Judging from the posture of swinging the sword, he should be better at using long soldiers such as halberds.Yang Hao is good at using arrows, his archery skills are excellent, and his sword skills are slightly inferior, but Zhi Xuan can't match it.Fan Xu was really unexpected, his strength was greater than that of Mi Wu, and he almost overturned his opponent with a sword in his hand.

Adhering to etiquette, the two sides clicked until the point was reached, and the battle was basically a tie, and there were no unexpected surprises.

However, this also relies on each other being evenly matched.There is too much difference in strength like Zhixuan, and there is nothing to complain about being thrown off the chariot by the opponent.

After the ceremony, the witch appeared on stage again, and after some blessings, he made a divination.

"Win, big win!"

In fact, even without the witch's promise, with the strength of the two countries, it would be no problem to wipe out several Di tribes.

After the ceremony was over, the team of Xiyuan Kingdom set up camp.

According to the plan, the monarchs of the two countries will visit the hunting platform tomorrow, and they will set off to clean up the Di Ministry the day after tomorrow.

Zhixuan's performance today was not so impressive, but it didn't hurt the face of Marquis Xiyuan.After the camp was set up, Hou Xiyuan specially called him to the big tent, intending to let his team go out with the army and receive another credit.

The monarch spoke in person, but Zhi Xuan couldn't refuse on the spot, so he could only excuse that his physical condition could not be transferred with the large army, fearing delaying the opportunity of the war.

"It's just sweeping Di." The monarch laughed out loud, as if he heard a very funny joke, "I think my son has just joined the army, so let's forget this time. Don't say that again in the future, how can a mere barbarian be worthy of a fighter. "

Xi Yuanhou is not boasting, but has the confidence to say so.

Although Mi Wu and the others in the tent didn't say anything, judging from their expressions, they didn't take Zhi Xuan's excuse seriously.

There was really no other way, Zhi Xuan could only accept orders.

When he returned to his tent, he took off his disguise, put his head on his forehead, and couldn't help sighing repeatedly.

Plans are not changing fast.Before he set off, he thought well and made corresponding arrangements, and the journey was considered peaceful.Unexpectedly, something happened on the first day when I arrived in the suburbs.

The monarch ordered him to participate in the hunt, and he could not have ordered his soldiers to work or not.If only the people of the fief can think of a way, but there are twenty soldiers arranged by the monarch in the team, and the monarch will know when he gives orders at the front.

Thinking about the consequences of the leak, Zhi Xuan couldn't help turning blue.

"Could it be that the acting is too successful?"

Zhi Xuan couldn't figure out why Marquis Xiyuan was so "good" to him all of a sudden, and even gave him his military exploits for nothing.Is it because of the kindness and filial piety of the father before, or the performance in the daytime, or is there another conspiracy?

"Headache."

Zhi Xuan squeezed his forehead.

He suddenly realized that it is not so easy to make a fortune pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

What he is facing is not an npc in the game, and he can pass the level if he masters the strategy.His opponents are real people, or princes and officials who hold great power.If he wants to play tricks under their noses and gain time for himself to develop, he must be more cautious and know how to adapt.

He was caught off guard by changes in the planned strategy.Fortunately, the problem is not too big.

With the number of soldiers under his command, unless it is luck, otherwise, it will be impossible for him to make great achievements in the future.Simply following Xiyuanhou's order to go to the battlefield for a cutscene may not be beneficial to his future governance of the fief.

Thinking of this, Zhi Xuan let out a long sigh of relief, ready to take a rest, recharge his energy for the next, and meet any variables and challenges that may come.