Chapter 4 Frost Descent (Part 2)

  Although the words were full of concern for the younger generation, the phrase "not as good as one's father" was too piercing. Wang Xun was caught off guard and was thinking about whether to retort, but then he heard the short General Feng continue to scold, "What, you're not convinced? Think back to when your grandfather, although he didn't serve in office, had many friends and acquaintances all over Chang'an. Not to mention a small capture head, even the governor of the capital didn't dare to come to his door to cause trouble! Look at what you've done......!"

  "Fourth Uncle is being too harsh, he's only seventeen this year. He's still just a half-grown child!" Cloud Aunt couldn't bear to listen anymore and stood up voluntarily to speak on behalf of Wang Xun.

  "Child, sister-in-law, it's not that I'm talking too much. It's just because you've always treated him like a child that he never grows up." General Feng Changqing turned his head to look at Cloud Aunt with a stern expression, "As long as someone is a man, the burden on their shoulders is born with them. Outsiders won't care if he's still a child or not, as long as he can't hold it together, it will be the downfall of the entire Wang family!"

  Jian Qing said solemnly, and Yun Yi could only nod her head in agreement, sighing as she closed her mouth. Wang Xun's face turned bright red with shame, but he couldn't deny that the other person was right, so he made another bow and apologized in a low voice: "Fourth Uncle's teachings are absolutely right. I'm not worthy of being a member of the Wang family!"

  "Slander? That's not going to happen!" Feng Changqing shook his head, slowing down the tone of his speech. "At least when you got into trouble, you didn't abandon your wife and run away by yourself. Just for this point, you're still a man! Your wife just told me about recent events, and it so happens that I've been ordered to reorganize the Fei Long Imperial Guard recently. From tomorrow on, come with me to live in the military camp for a few days!"

  Wang Jun was a lazy and indulgent person who hated being restricted. After hearing Feng Changqing's words, he instinctively wanted to refuse. But suddenly, Zhang Zhou's parting advice to him earlier echoed in his ears, and he hesitated for a moment before responding in a low voice, "But I'll follow Fourth Uncle's arrangements. Junior has caused trouble for Fourth Uncle!"

  "It's not a big deal anyway. The court has just promoted me to deputy envoy, and there are several vacancies under my command. You come with me, first as a sixth-grade participant, and after accumulating some merits on the border in the future, I can also promote you!" Feng Changqing patted Wang Cong's shoulder forcefully and promised with a smile.

  As soon as he joined the army, he became a sixth-grade military officer, and this thick treatment was beyond Wang Xuan's expectations. Thinking that he couldn't owe too many favors to others, he hesitated for a moment, speaking in a low and polite tone, "Wouldn't it be too much trouble for Fourth Uncle? As your nephew is somewhat skilled in martial arts, I can start as a horse front soldier!"

  "Yes, you've just become the deputy envoy and immediately promoted your personal staff. It's inevitable that those jealous guys will find fault with it. Since Rong'er is quite skilled in martial arts, let him be your personal bodyguard first!" Yun Shi stood up again, considering both sides' interests.

  At Wang Jun's age and prestige, he became a sixth-grade military advisor as soon as he joined the army, which would definitely make many people unhappy. His experience was not enough to allow him to handle various relationships, so it was better to follow Feng Changqing as a personal soldier. On the one hand, there were more opportunities for future promotion, and on the other hand, he didn't have to take the field personally, which could avoid many unexpected risks.

  Feng Changqing started from being one of Gao Xianzhi's personal soldiers and climbed step by step to the high position of Deputy Jiedushi. At this time, Yun Ni had a small calculation in her mind, how could she not guess? However, turning her head to look at Wang Xun, he smiled and indicated refusal, "Sister, you don't know, it's easy for him to be a Canjun, but being a small soldier would make things difficult for me!"

  How could this be? Wang Xuan and Yun Ni's eyes were drawn over, staring at Feng Changqing with confusion.

  Looking at the two of them who wanted to speak but hesitated, Feng Changqing continued to smile and shake his head. "I demand that my soldiers in Anxi be 'daring to advance on Knife Mountain, not retreating from the Sea of Fire. In every battle, they must fight to the death without turning back.' Although Ming Rui may have some martial skills, relying on these two to serve as my vanguard is still a bit short of the mark!"

  "You......" Wang Jun's face turned red with anger, no longer caring about the difference in their ages, and loudly retorted. "I did indeed have some thoughtless moments in the past, but Uncle can scold me all he wants today. However, you can't repeatedly humiliate me like this! Let alone your broken Anxi military, I don't even think much of it. Even if I was the one who asked to go before, now that I've changed my mind, isn't that okay? Uncle please leave, I'm a bit tired today after drinking outside!"

  "Hey, not old in age but quite big in temper!" Suddenly suffered a scolding, Feng Chang's expression didn't anger but smiled instead, "Alright, having a temper is good. Men aren't afraid of having a temper, they're just afraid that three punches can't even produce a fart! Unwilling to admit defeat, huh? Unwilling then let's stretch out our hands. Thirteen, help me teach this little brat a lesson!"

  "Yes, Your Majesty!" A hoarse voice suddenly came from the corner of the wall, and immediately afterwards, a guy who was even shorter than Feng Changqing, looking like he had never eaten his fill for generations, jumped out abruptly.

  "Ah!" Under the sudden attack, Wang Xuan involuntarily retreated several steps. After regaining his composure and taking a closer look, he saw that the emaciated guard, who had probably never eaten his fill in his life, was holding the hilt of his sword with both hands and saluting him respectfully, "Young Master Hou, I, Shi San, request to learn from you!"

  "Fourth Uncle!" Afraid that Wang Xun would make a mistake, Cloud Aunt hastily intervened.

  "No worries, sister-in-law, I'll play with him for a bit!" Feng Changqing winked at Yun Niang to calm her down. Then he smiled and whispered, "Thirteen, don't fight inside the house. Everything in this house is an antique from past years, if you break something, it's worth more than your life! Go outside, I remember there's a martial arts training hall in this compound. You go there and spar with Young Master Hou. Only use three-tenths of your strength, don't hurt him!"

  "Yes, Your Highness!" The starving ghost known as Thirteen immediately sheathed his knife and stood beside Feng Changqing, bowing deeply.

  Since entering the door, he has been constantly lectured by Fang Changqing as a senior. Wang Xun had long been holding back his anger in his heart. At this moment, when the other party mentioned the martial arts arena, he felt that it was just what he wanted, and without saying more, he made a please gesture and quickly walked out.

  Feng Changqing stroked his short mustache and smiled faintly. Immediately afterwards, he nodded at Yun Niang and followed Wang Xun's back. At the moment of seeking help, even if the other party had many impolite behaviors, Yun Niang couldn't care about it. She could only smile and order her servants to set up a low table with tea and snacks beside the martial arts arena.

  Before long, Wang Xun put on a short suit and stood upright in the martial arts arena. The starving ghost named Thirteen also moved his two iron hoop legs and followed behind the Wang family servants to run in. For convenience of comparison, he also took off his helmet and armor, changed into a short shirt, picked up a wooden sword wrapped in Kudzu cloth, and paid respects to Wang Xun again.

  "Please!" Seeing the other party being so polite, Wang Xuan also didn't want to start a fight right away. He raised the wooden sword wrapped in hemp cloth and smiled, saying...

  "Ah! Before the words had fallen, E Gui Shi San had already jumped into the air, and in mid-air, he merged with his wooden knife to become one, whizzing as it smashed down towards Wang Xun's head."

  "Ah!" Unexpectedly, the man was quick to act, and Wang Xun hastily raised his knife to defend himself. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't exert his full strength, and as soon as the blades clashed, his body was sent stumbling backward. The starving ghost took advantage of the recoil from the collision of their weapons, adjusted his body in mid-air, and suddenly kicked out with one foot, striking Wang Xun squarely on the shoulder.

  A surge of great force came, and Wang Xun retreated several steps, landing heavily on his buttocks. The starving ghost floated down from mid-air and landed steadily three feet in front of Wang Xun, both hands grasping the hilt of the sword again. "Young Master Hou, I concede!"

  "Look at you!" Wang Xuan was furious. He thought to himself, "What kind of master a household has, that's the kind of servant they have." This Chang Qing is an unscrupulous rascal who doesn't respect his elders, and his underling is also a scoundrel who doesn't follow the rules of martial arts competition.

  It was as if he had heard the words that were on his mind, and Fang Changqing burst out laughing. "When two armies clash, who talks about so many rules? One knife goes down, the loser dies, the winner lives, it's just that simple. Not convinced, are you? Thirteen, let's have another match with him this time, and I'll allow you to use fifty percent of your strength!" "Yes, Your Highness!" The starving ghost thirteen first bowed to Fang Changqing, then retreated a few steps, and again saluted Wang Xun with his hands clasped together.

  This time, Wang Xun was not having it. He jumped up from the ground and swung his knife to chop down. E Gui Shi San dodged lightly to the side and immediately swept his weapon horizontally along the ground with a "slap". The blade head hit Wang Xun's ankle, causing him to stumble forward and fall again.

  "How?" Feng Changqing was merciless and didn't care that Wang Xun's face had turned into a purple eggplant, and he laughed as he asked again.

  "This is a deceit!" Wang Xun let out an angry roar from his throat, as if all the grievances he had suffered in his life were concentrated on this day.

  "Alright then, let's play again. Thirteen, five games and three wins. If you lose, I'll punish you to clean the horse stable!" The disrespectful Feng Changqing smiled, reached out from the low table to grab his tea cup, and poured himself a drink.

  "Yes, Your Highness!" Starving Ghost 13 responded loudly, "Thirteen will definitely win, Thirteen doesn't need to go clean the stables!"

  "Kill you, this starving ghost reincarnated!" Taking advantage of the opponent's boasting, Wang Xuan jumped up and swung his knife to attack. Relying on his long arms and legs, he opened and closed them widely, forcing the short-statured Thirteen to be unable to get close. Although Thirteen looked like a malnourished person, his body was much more agile than ordinary people. Suddenly, he used his shoes to fiercely scrape the ground, and a burst of thick smoke mixed with sand shot up, rushing straight towards Wang Xuan's face.

  "Ah!" Wang Xuan's eyes suddenly couldn't see anything, and tears rolled down his cheeks as the sand and dust irritated them. Before he could even realize he had been deceived, a light knock struck the back of his neck. Immediately after, he heard Thirteen shouting in his ear, "Five games three wins, Your Majesty, Thirteen has not disgraced his mission!"