Chapter 638: He Looks Really Good When He Smiles

Liangzhou, which had recently returned to calm from its bustle, produced two minor figures.

One was Zhai Shiqing from the Liangzhou Academy. This young man was born into a Powerful Clan, had read the classics since childhood, and was full of learning. He was proficient in everything from poetry and prose to songs and odes. At only fourteen, he had already entered the Liangzhou Academy with the top score in the Imperial Examination's provincial round.

A brilliant talent.

A rare genius.

He was also incredibly handsome, and for a time, he became the dream lover of countless young girls in the city.

The other was Zou Sheng from the Liangzhou Military Academy.

This young man, who had only recently shed his status as a slave, had been quite diligent since entering the Military Academy. Not only was he hungry and thirsty for military training and various military treatises, but he also frequently ran to the Academy to audit those Sage Books.

What was surprising was that he was not only talented in leading troops and fighting, but he was also a rare genius in cultural studies.

This was something that brought Feng Zhen great satisfaction.

After all, in a Military Academy that was not highly regarded, to have such an outstanding individual emerge from three hundred students, wouldn't that be a great face-saver for him?

After Zou Sheng finished his military classes, he would often wave his hand and say, "Go play over at the Academy!" Shen Xing was naturally extremely welcoming of this; the exchange between the two schools was something he wanted to see.

"Look, that piece of charcoal is here again!"

"Hahahaha, what a bumpkin!"

"Hmph, the son of a slave, yet he dreams of entering the hall! Absurd, absurd!"

The students of this Liangzhou Academy, each dressed in bright and beautiful clothes, all looked at Zou Sheng, who had arrived at the Academy holding his books, with faces full of arrogance. Although this Zou Sheng's grades were outstanding, the pride in their bones did not allow them to associate with such a son of a slave!

Zou Sheng had just finished training; the smell of sweat on his body had not yet faded, and the dark skin exposed to the air hid astonishing explosive power.

Facing the mockery of others, he turned a deaf ear.

Having been of slave status since childhood, let alone mockery, even trampling was something he could endure.

To get ahead!

The more it was like this, the more he wanted to get ahead!

"Hahahaha, look at him!"

"Ew, it stinks to death, what is that smell! Did you crawl out of a toilet?"

"Stay outside, you're not allowed in!"

"Stinky ghost!"

Class was about to start here, and a group of people pushed and shoved, simply refusing to let Zou Sheng in.

Zou Sheng frowned; he probably knew that the smell on his body was indeed a bit pungent, so he sat on the steps at the entrance and opened his book, placing it on his knees.

In Liangzhou, where autumn had just begun, the "autumn tiger" heat was still very scorching.

But he didn't care, quietly waiting for the class to start inside.

Those Academy students, seeing him like this, burst into even louder laughter. A real man, how could he have no temper at all? To be so submissive, what kind of future could he have?

"My book boy didn't come today, why not come in together?"

Just as Zou Sheng was enduring these insults, suddenly, a soft voice rang out.

He was surprised.

He looked up.

A man with a face like jade, star-like brows and sword-like eyes, dressed in white, was standing beside him, smiling as he watched him.

This young master from a Powerful Clan extended a fair, tender hand.

Zhai Shiqing?

He couldn't help but tremble all over.

This young man's smile was actually quite good-looking...

Jiang Xuan had finally returned to Liangzhou.

The first thing he did upon returning was to come to Yintan City.

That day, the Liangzhou Military Academy urgently opened a "General Training Class"! It began a half-year, high-intensity military training. No one expected that, not long after, these young generals would begin to be active on various battlefields around Longyan with an imposing posture.

Among these hundred-plus young generals, more than thirty eventually became generals who shook the world.

Later generations called this emergency training the "Liangzhou Military Training"!

Additionally.

Yintan City began to rush the production of various military supplies.

And this year's work of retiring old soldiers and enlisting new ones also began early in the autumn.

At the same time.

The mission sent by Liangzhou to the Putu Kingdom had also already set off.

Liangzhou.

Began preparing for war.

Prefect Liu had gone to negotiate!

As expected.

Things that others couldn't handle still required Prefect Liu to step in. Along the way, many people were cheering for Liu Zheng. Everyone knew that those Grassland barbarians were unreasonable; things like benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness meant nothing to them.

"Prefect Liu, you must pay attention to your safety!"

"Prefect Liu, if it doesn't work, come back quickly!"

"Prefect Liu..."

Along the way, Liu Zheng felt quite warm in his heart, occasionally lifting the curtain to wave and greet people.

Once outside the city.

Crossing the moat, one could see the tents of the Grassland Elite Cavalry in the distance, stretching out in a vast, magnificent expanse.

"Kill!"

"Ha!"

The deafening shouts of battle made one's blood boil; the vast sea of Grassland soldiers ran back and forth, kicking up clouds of dust.

Shocking!

This scene was incomparably shocking!

The Grassland Elite Cavalry, coming and going like the wind, had always been the greatest rival of the Longyan Dynasty.

The horse carriage slowly drove toward that side.

Temujin was already mounted on his horse, watching this side coldly.

His top general, Zhebie, also a burly Grassland man, saw the ornate horse carriage approaching and gave a cold laugh: "Great Khan, this brat actually dares to come! Why not just..."

Temujin smiled faintly: "A mere Han person, what is there to fear?"

"But..."

Zhebie snorted coldly: "That Longyang Princess..."

Temujin watched Liu Zheng's horse carriage drawing closer and glanced at Jebe: "Jebe, you must know that in the eyes of us Grassland people, a woman is not worth as much as a fine war horse! If we have one, we have one; if we don't, we don't. What we want is the world!"

"Yes!"

Zhebie cupped his fists heavily.

"Let's go, let's go welcome him!"

Temujin laughed heartily and galloped away on his horse.

Zhebie gave a cold laugh on the side and signaled to several burly men beside him.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

"Roar, roar!"

The Grassland Elite Cavalry shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens; such a scene naturally exerted a powerful pressure, and the war horses galloping back and forth made the earth tremble.

The four horses pulling the carriage were all startled and paused for a moment.

"Young Master, be careful!"

This negotiation was led by Liu Zheng and the Prince of Yong, with Pei Qianyun acting as the coachman; at this moment, he let out a fierce shout and used his brute strength to steady the four horses.

Liu Zheng and the Prince of Yong looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

It hadn't even begun yet, and these Grassland barbarians were already trying to intimidate them?

"Qianyun, don't push yourself."

Liu Zheng was worried about Pei Qianyun's safety and gave a reminder; if he didn't believe it, he would get off the carriage and walk over—during negotiations, one does not kill the envoy, so Temujin shouldn't go too far.

Pei Qianyun, however, was full of heroic spirit and laughed heartily: "Young Master, sit tight; they are just a bunch of barbarians, leave them to Qianyun!"

Who knew that just as the words fell.

Suddenly, several whistling sounds rang out in the air.

Following that, several arrows struck terrifyingly toward the coachman, Pei Qianyun.