Capítulo 1677: Chapter 50: Besieging the City and Destroying the Nation
Thousands of troops and horses, under the dim sun.
The promises made in youth, fulfilled by the age of twenty, are emotions even the Historian would have to acknowledge, worthy of being inscribed grandly in the annals of history, yet such emotions are still restrained with the unique restraint of the Central Plains.
The intensity of restraint is always more moving than a carefree promise.
Chen Qingyan, holding a sword, leaned against the arrow tower on the city walls, watching the young king, now at twenty and renowned across the world, smilingly addressing her, watching Xue Shuangtao almost unable to resist jumping down while touching the rough city wall.
Just like when they were young, jumping down from that big tree, only to sprain an ankle, in the misty rain, being carried back to the Xue Family by that young man, ending up as a grand joke.
Xue Shuangtao hesitated with anticipation but ultimately held back.
She had also grown up, no longer the person she was seven years ago. Ti has left its traces on people’s hearts. Chen Qingyan’s temples were graying as she watched this scene, not knowing what ca to mind, the divine light in her eyes softened.
Chen Chengbi the elder shook his head in admiration: “Much braver than that Li Wanli boy.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, interesting, interesting.”
Chen Qingyan looked at Chen Chengbi and said: “What’s interesting?”
“Even uncle finds interest in such things?”
Chen Chengbi was puzzled: “What things? I’m saying, when he roams the Martial World in the future, surely there will be many new stories in those inns and teahouses where they drink with stories, the Martial World will be even more interesting then.”
Chen Qingyan said: “A lifeti in the Martial World, you never find it dull.”
Chen Chengbi burst out laughing: “Dull?”
“How could the Martial World be dull? Those who find it dull are just stirring up their own boredom.”
Then he looked at the young king over there and said: “Ah, but, Prince Qin, to what level has Li Guanyi’s martial arts reached now, tsk, tsk, tsk, from afar, his aura reaches the sky, truly intimidating, intimidating.”
Chen Qingyan’s expression also grew slightly serious.
They could only hear the intelligence from afar, knowing what level of battles and challenges the young Prince Qin had endured over the years, seemingly having fought against every formidable enemy and legend in this vast world.
Word-of-mouth information always carries the imaginings and desires of the teller, and by the ti it reaches their ears across a thousand miles, it’s almost unbelievable, like legend.
Brave, fierce, dignified like a king from the heavens.
Dragon and Phoenix grace, Heavenly Sun Appearance.
Magnificent and grand.
Unseen for eight hundred years since the Red Emperor.
Unlike seven years ago, when he hadn’t even entered the realm, slippery in facing challenges, directly calling out to Qingyan, a cunning youth, face-to-face with old acquaintances inevitably reminds one of old things.
Especially at this age, passing day by day, seven years went by in a snap, like leaves falling into a pond, creating ripples that calm, leaving no trace.
Only seeing this once little guy, now possessing such deanor.
This awakening to the passage of ti.
How can it not make one’s heart sigh unutterably?
Even Chen Qingyan, usually calm by nature, couldn’t help but sigh gently, sensing a slight lancholy in the breeze.
Chen Chengbi also sighed with lancholy.
Then said: “Truly, I want to have a fight with him!”
Chen Qingyan: “…”
Chen Chengbi, rubbing his fists, eager and tempted, said: “Niece, tell , if I go secretly to find him at night and challenge him in the na of the Chen Country’s royalty, would he accept, or should I beg him?”
Chen Qingyan swept her sword, the hilt tapping on the old man’s head, making Chen Chengbi cry out, taking a few steps forward, holding the back of his head, turning to glare at Chen Qingyan.
“Niece, why did you hit ?”
Chen Qingyan said faintly: “Slipped.”
Chen Chengbi touched the back of his head, earnestly complaining, “Your sword is quite slippery, accidentally slipping down, still needs to be stored more securely.”
Chen Qingyan didn’t want to respond to this martial arts obsessed elder.
Xue Changqing had also arrived by then, leaning on the city wall, wide-eyed as he gazed at the thousands of troops, flags like clouds, loudly shouting: “Prince Qin, His Highness, do you rember , Xue Changqing?!”
“Back then, you even gave sothing, taught calculations.”
He shouted loudly, holding up a pendant on his waist and waving it vigorously. It was a feather, a sturdy flying eagle feather from the steepest cliffs between two countries, where the Wandering Army passed through when they had nothing.
The bounty of the omnipotent Mr. Lei Laong when he hunted flying eagles in the mountains.
Later, when Li Guanyi reached a safe place and sent a letter to Miss, he also gave this eagle feather as a gift to Xue Changqing. It wasn’t an extrely expensive gift, but it carried a deep burden within it.
Xue Changqing treasured it greatly, wearing it as an ornant close to his body for years.
He was very excited, wanting to imdiately reunite with Prince Qin but also worried about Qin’s current identity, worrying that he might not rember him, but saw the king in armor, wearing civil and military sleeves, just laughing: “Nowadays, do you still need to find a Guest Elder for calculations?”
Xue Changqing’s face reddened: “I’m very good!”
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