"Do you think if I can hit, you can't?"
The young man said, "Of course you can hit, but I can also give rewards. You've just bought many things, and probably don't have much gold at hand, right?"
As he spoke, he casually tossed a few pieces of gold, intentionally hitting the ground in front of Wang Anfeng, rolling a few times to the foot of a nearby noble, who stirred the gold with the toe of his shoe.
Wang Anfeng's heart was like an ancient well.
Helian Pan smiled while drinking, looking at Helian Lianyang, continuously pressuring, though his gaze wasn't truly on this musician, intending to use the musician to pressure Helian Lianyang to reveal some tactics and trump cards; it was merely about exchanging pieces, for the musician, even if truly at the Sixth Rank, is just a musician here.
The customs on the grassland are not necessarily inferior to those of the Central Plains dynasty.
At this moment, someone suddenly spoke with a cheerful tone:
The crowd's expression of watching a spectacle paused for a moment, hearing the voice coming from the direction of Helian Lianyang. There was some hesitation as, despite being mentally prepared, truly reaching this step still invoked fear.
Then they realized the speaker was a friend of Helian Lianyang. But it was uncertain whether he spoke after receiving a hint from Helian Lianyang, leaving them unsure.
Amidst the silence, the barbarian woman from earlier suddenly laughed, with pointed words:
"I heard that in Great Qin, men seek the Oiran, lighting flower lanterns, with poems and names written on the lampshade. If they fancy the Oiran, they strike the Jade Plate with a Jade Hammer, well... "
She deliberately paused her voice, glanced around, and said:
"So is this what they call 'naming names' in the flower brothels and pleasure boats of the Central Plains?"
"I wonder how many times this has happened?"
The crowd fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter, accompanied by certainly malicious teasing.
Though his friend had come to his rescue, it also invited such mockery.
No matter what, he cannot stand idly by.
The sound of the zither gently rose.
Zhou Hebi understood the reason for such a situation.
The point of conflict had been shifted, which was quite normal.
Furthermore, the conflicts and contradictions between Great Qin and Northern Hun had always been massive, only silent for fifty years from erupting into major conflicts, suppressed underneath, and the young saw Qin people and inevitably itched for a try.
The reason being that Qin territory directly borders Northern Hun, a desolate and remote area.
The Xiongnu Tribe had once raided Wu Territory, ravaged Border Passes, and Central Plains had endured hardships for this. Nowadays, the Great Qin Emperor's father, at the age of thirty, personally led thirty thousand Great Qin Longxiang Iron Cavalry northward, crossing the Northern Region, killing the previous Northern Xiongnu King, breaking the legend of Central Plains being unable to wage a forceful battle.
The nobles here have armor filled with battle scars hidden at home.
Ancestors participated in that battle.
In other words, elders died in the biggest battle between Central Plains and the Northern Hun in a century, buried deep in the heart as deep-seated resentment.
There were no winners or losers in that battle.
The Northern Hun fought to the death, but Great Qin wasn't relaxed either.
At that time, the Great Qin Emperor had just turned thirty.
He stood at the edge of the grassland, beside the river, standing upright with a spear, eyes filled with the world, like burning flames never cooling down, drank a flask of mare's milk wine encased in white tin, grumbled wanting to drink again, causing the Great Khan King to retreat thirty miles in terror.
"This place cannot be conquered, the grassland is too vast, there will always be herders appearing."
"But don't stretch your claws. Never stretch your claws, the next Emperor is my son and then my grandson. Stretch a finger, I cut off a paw; stretch a paw, I cut off a pair."
"I do not compete for victory in a moment or a location."
He thrust his spear into the border and left.
That sudden expedition was like a spear suddenly thrust out, piercing through the belly of the barbaric tribe on the Northern Hun grassland, but was mocked by all countries for the Great Qin Emperor's militarism; in those days, talented poets discussed state affairs after enjoying the moonlit scene, impossible to avoid the topic of the militaristic Great Qin Emperor.
Zhou Hebi had written poems mocking thoroughly back in those days.
Added to the notion that the Emperor, in his youth, seemingly failed at everything he did was status lending credibility to such claims.
The phrase "competing not for momentary or locational victory" was written off as unwilling humor.
No one had thought in his prime years the Great Qin Emperor would close his story after thirty years of spring and autumn rain, aging into twilight.
Great Qin originally faced Central Plains, with one side toward Western Regions and another toward Northern Frontier.
When this generation's Great Qin Emperor galloped across the world, waging chaotic wars against the Six Kingdoms, the grassland was also undergoing its most chaotic time of slaughter among the eight Great Khan Kings, just recovering their Vital Energy, lacking the power to create chaos from behind, lacking the courage. Those holding power were old generals involved with the prior battle...
It was a Great Khan King struck into ten years of sleepless nights by the regretful words saying he liked this wine.
Zhou Hebi once traversed the grassland on foot with his Master.
He watched his teacher transition from being full of ambition to full-faced numbness, eyes bloodshot.
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Then, the scholar intent on saving the nation wailed bitterly on the grassland, understanding the words from thirty years ago.
Thirty thousand Dragon Cavalry.