Chapter 27 A Surge of Danger
Chu Jiubian withdrew his gaze from the man's pectoral muscles, and when he looked up, he met the slightly strange look in the eyes of the man's owner.
Chu Jiubian: "..."
It's perfectly normal to admire the appearance of someone of the same sex; Qin Xiao had better not think of him as a pervert.
"Uncle," the little boy said shamelessly, taking advantage of his illness, "I want to sit high up."
Qin Xiao looked down at him.
The child immediately said pitifully, "When Miaomiao grows up, she can't sit on high anymore."
Qin Xiao: "......"
Okay, you even mentioned my childhood nickname.
This wasn't the first time Chu Jiubian had heard of Baili Hong's childhood name. The original novel mentioned that "Miaomiao" was a name given to him by the late empress.
The character 苗 (miáo) is the same as 禾苗 (hémiáo), which means seedling or rice seedling
Qin Feng hoped that his child would grow up strong and healthy and lead the people to a better life.
But what does "sitting high" mean?
Chu Jiubian didn't know what kind of game this was, but he guessed it was similar to being lifted up high.
Regardless of the reason, Baili Hong, as the emperor, could only be a child for two days when he was sick.
Chu Jiubian couldn't bear to disappoint him.
Clearly, Qin Xiao couldn't bear to do it either.
He said, "Just this once."
Baili Hong immediately beamed with joy, all his pitiful look vanished, and he excitedly clung to his uncle's shoulders.
Qin Xiao lifted him up and made him straddle his shoulders and neck.
Chu Jiubian suddenly realized what it meant.
Many children ride on their fathers' shoulders like this when they are toddlers. He has always been curious whether it is really that fun.
However, upon hearing Baili Hong's clear laughter, Chu Jiubian also smiled.
It should be fun.
Qin Xiao is 1.9 meters tall, so the child sitting on his shoulders had an excellent view. He directed Qin Xiao to walk around, but they always stayed within the not-so-large bedroom.
Clearly, the young emperor already knew that some things were best kept secret from outsiders.
Qin Xiao played with the child for a while, and then the child asked to get down.
Qin Xiao then put him back on the bed.
Baili Hong reached out her little hand and patted his shoulder, saying obediently, "Uncle, you've worked hard."
Qin Xiao rubbed his little head and then skillfully helped him get dressed.
When he woke up in the morning, Hongfu had already helped him wash up, and the sweat on his body had all dried, so he could just get dressed.
After helping the child get dressed, Qin Xiao called Hong Fu from the outer room in.
"Take His Majesty to wash his face," he ordered.
"Yes." Hong Fu then led Baili Hong to the outer room, where water for washing had already been prepared. Hong Fu did not need anyone else; instead, he personally watched the young emperor brush his teeth and helped him wash his face and comb his hair.
Inside the room, Chu Jiubian also planned to leave.
He planned to take the iron pot to the imperial kitchen and cook something delicious for the children.
It's lunchtime now, and the kitchen must have already prepared the ingredients, making everything easier.
However, the Imperial Kitchen is located in the backyard of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, so it's unlikely that anyone would be allowed to go there casually, unless they were with Qin Xiao.
Unlike electronic thermometers, iron pots are something that can be found in this era, so it wouldn't seem too out of place if Chu Jiubian took them out.
Since I'll be using it for cooking from now on, I can't keep hiding it every time; I might as well just take it out openly.
Therefore, he did not intend to hide it from Qin Xiao.
Moreover, conjuring a pot out of thin air is far more impressive than producing two pills; even a rational person like Qin Xiao would be startled by it.
Don't you not believe in his "god" status?
Don't you think he's a very talented and extraordinary person?
If he were to suddenly produce a pot out of thin air in front of Qin Xiao, even the most staunch atheist would likely waver in their beliefs.
Thinking of this, Chu Jiubian couldn't help but look at Qin Xiao.
Their eyes met, and Qin Xiao smiled faintly: "Are you coming too?"
"What?" Chu Jiubian was taken aback.
"You seemed quite envious of His Majesty just now," Qin Xiao said, walking up to him and patting his shoulder. "Want to come?"
Chu Jiubian's indifferent expression almost cracked.
"No need," he said, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes.
Qin Xiao chuckled.
Chu Jiubian didn't want to talk to him any longer, so he changed the subject and asked, "May I use the kitchen?"
"Can."
Qin Xiao led him to the backyard, dismissed the cooks, and left only the two of them in the kitchen.
On the stove, there were several pots, all of them bronze or ceramic. One of the ceramic pots was stewing a fish, and there were also a lot of processed ingredients on the counter next to it.
Chu Jiubian looked around and found that, apart from the lack of a wide variety of seasonings, everything else was fairly complete.
It seems that a lot of ginger slices were added to the fish to remove the fishy smell, so it didn't smell fragrant at all, but instead smelled strongly of ginger.
Chu Jiubian had eaten at Yaotaiju before, and the stewed dish did not taste good.
Although Baili Hong's fever had subsided, according to the Imperial Hospital's treatment methods, he would definitely need to take medicine for several more days to fully recover. Therefore, Qin Xiao assumed that Chu Jiubian had come here to brew medicine as well.
I just don't know how such a highly effective potion was made yesterday.
Seeing that Chu Jiubian wanted to move a bronze pot, Qin Xiao stepped forward and said, "Let me do it."
"No need." Chu Jiubian glanced at his shoulder.
When Qin Xiao was holding the child, he barely used his left hand, probably because he was afraid of pulling on his wound.
Qin Xiao was somewhat surprised.
He himself had almost forgotten about the injury on his shoulder, but unexpectedly Chu Jiubian still remembered it.
Chu Jiubian put the slightly heavy pot on the ground, and then Qin Xiao watched as a new pot appeared out of thin air in his hand, which looked like iron.
Just like the pills that appeared out of nowhere before, this pot also came suddenly.
While pills might be hidden in sleeves or other places, such a large pot couldn't possibly have originally been hidden on Chu Jiubian's person.
This can't possibly be a magic trick, so what could it be?
In an instant, that outrageous idea gradually became clear.
Qin Xiao's deep eyes were fixed on the young man a few steps away, who had already placed the iron pot on the stove.
"Let me show you how we immortals eat," Chu Jiubian said casually, his attitude as natural as if his "making things out of thin air" technique was nothing surprising.
Qin Xiao lowered his eyes, suppressing his restless thoughts.
"Do you know how to cook?" Chu Jiubian turned his head to look at Qin Xiao, just in time to see the other's concealed expression.
It seems to be working.
As expected, drastic measures are needed for someone like Qin Xiao.
Qin Xiao had already recovered and said, "Call Granny Zhong here."
Granny Zhong is the head chef of the imperial kitchen and an old woman who accompanied Qin Feng into the palace before. She has always served Qin Feng and Baili Hong their meals, and she continues to do so now.
Chu Jiubian guessed that this person must be trustworthy.
Since he wouldn't cook every day anyway, he might as well teach Granny Zhong how to cook today, which would be more convenient in the future.
"Then please come in," he said.
There must have been a secret guard to inform them, so before Qin Xiao could speak, Granny Zhong quickly entered the kitchen and bowed to the two of them.
"No need," Qin Xiao told her to light the stove.
After the fire was successfully lit, Granny Zhong was about to leave when Chu Jiu said, "Stay."
Granny Zhong quickly looked at Qin Xiao, and only after seeing him nod did she stay.
She kept her head down and remained silent.
But in my mind, several rounds of doubts had already passed through my mind.
She spotted the iron pot.
Iron ore is precious nowadays, and smelting it is troublesome, so it is considered a valuable resource. Therefore, no one has ever thought of using iron to make pots.
This iron pot in front of me is very well made, and it looks like it's meant for stewing. Isn't this a waste?
Moreover, she knew everything in the kitchen by heart, and she hadn't seen anyone bring in an iron pot, so where did this pot come from?
Could it be related to the young master?
They were fairly well-informed in the imperial kitchen, but because they didn't know each other's backgrounds, they didn't dare to talk about everything.
Just a few days ago, Prince Ning punished a lowly eunuch named Xiao Huzi and a cook named Lian Niang on the grounds of "offending nobles".
These two had been in the imperial kitchen for several years. Everyone knew perfectly well that Qin Xiao's sudden punishment of them meant that they had betrayed their master, or that they were spies planted there by other forces.
After that, the atmosphere in the kitchen became much more relaxed, because everyone knew that they were either innocent or were Qin Xiao's or the emperor's people, so they naturally became closer.
So when they gathered together to work and rest, they inevitably chatted for a while, and naturally they talked about the currently very popular "Ninth Prince".
His ability to accurately predict the timing of rainfall, his creation of ice, and the poems that were wildly popular among scholars and poets all demonstrate that Chu Jiubian was a celestial being descended from heaven.
Almost everyone believed this.
At this moment, Granny Zhong couldn't help but think of this matter, and when she thought of Chu Jiubian's identity, she couldn't help but feel excited.
That iron pot must have been conjured up by the young master; I wonder what he intends to use it for.
Now that we've brought her in and have her serve us, doesn't that mean she'll also have a chance to witness a miracle?!
"Granny Zhong," Chu Jiu called out.
"Yes, madam." Zhong's tone became even more respectful.
"I will now teach you how to cook the dishes that we immortals eat. Once you've mastered them, you can cook them for His Majesty in the future."
Stir-fried dishes for immortals?!
Good heavens! What an honor!
Granny Zhong blushed with excitement, and her hands trembled slightly, but she still managed to answer calmly and resolutely: "Yes, this servant will definitely learn well."
Chu Jiubian took charge of his own household early on and was a pretty good cook. He basically stopped cooking after entering the entertainment industry, but his skills should still be there.
The pan was already hot, so he used the matching iron spoon to scoop some oil, then added the chopped scallions and garlic to the pan to stir-fry. After the aroma was released, he added a spoonful of sauce.
Sauce is arguably one of the best condiments of our time.
Once the sauce was fragrant, Chu Jiubian added the chopped cabbage pieces.
Unlike stewing, stir-frying releases a rich aroma of vegetables instantly.
Granny Zhong swallowed hard, a wave of empty hunger washing over her, but she dared not let her mind wander. Her eyes were fixed on Chu Jiubian's every move, as if afraid of missing something.
Qin Xiao could tell from Chu Jiubian's actions that he did this often.
People say that a gentleman keeps away from the kitchen, but Chu Jiubian seems to be very comfortable cooking. In the hazy smoke, his aloof and cold temperament becomes more down-to-earth.
It's like an immortal descending to the mortal world.
Having already done it, Chu Jiubian wanted to do it even better.
So he quietly took out some fine salt and thirteen-spice powder from his system space. Actually, it would have been even better if he had used light or dark soy sauce.
However, these two most potent seasonings instantly create a mouthwatering flavor.
This time, not only Granny Zhong, but even Chu Jiubian himself was craving it.
The aroma wafted out of the kitchen, and the other cooks and Xiao Xiangzi, who were guarding the courtyard, all swallowed hard.
"What's that smell? It smells so good!"
"Did Granny Zhong make this? Has her skill improved again?"
"This smells so strong, it's making my stomach rumble."
Xiao Xiangzi was one of the people most familiar with Chu Jiubian, and he firmly believed in his identity as a "deity". So he immediately guessed the truth with a high degree of accuracy.
“Our young master must have brought some food from the celestial realm,” said Xiao Xiangzi.
Everyone turned to look at him and asked, "Does Eunuch Hong know anything?"
Xiao Xiangzi was proud and raised his chin, saying, "Our young master can do everything, and he always brings us mortals the best things from the immortal realm to broaden our horizons. I guess this taste is from the food he brought from the immortal realm."
The cook and the other palace servants exclaimed in surprise, filled with envy.
To be able to accompany the immortals is truly an incredible stroke of luck for Xiao Xiangzi. However, he is the only disciple of Eunuch Hongfu, which makes him different from them.
Just then, Baili Hong, having finished washing up, came to the kitchen with Eunuch Hong.
He could smell the fragrance from a great distance.
The child, who had just recovered from a fever, still had a poor appetite. He only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge in the morning, and his mouth always felt a bit dry and bitter.
But now, smelling this aroma, he couldn't help but salivate.
When out in public, the child tries to appear more composed and mature, his cheeks puffed out as he quickly swallows twice.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
The people in the courtyard knelt on the ground.
Baili Hong called out and looked at Xiao Xiangzi.
Xiao Xiangzi immediately stepped forward, bowed, and reported, "Your Majesty, the master and the young master are inside."
"Are they cooking?" Baili Hong asked in a childish voice.
Xiao Xiangzi shook his head: "This servant does not know."
He could make solemn vows to other palace servants, but not to His Majesty.
Inside the kitchen, Chu Jiubian had already prepared a stir-fried cabbage dish.
He served the dish and took a bite. Although it lacked the aroma of cured meat and chili peppers, it was still a heavenly delicacy compared to the dishes of this era.
Besides, Baili Hong is still so young. He should just eat clean, low-salt food. Even if it contains chili peppers or cured meat, a child probably can't eat it.
Chu Jiubian picked up another piece of cabbage and looked at Qin Xiao: "Want to try some?"
Qin Xiao raised his eyebrows, then walked over, bent down, and took a bite from his hand.
Granny Zhong's attention was originally focused on the dishes, but this scene suddenly caught her eye, startling her so much that she almost knelt down. However, fearing that she would disturb the two adults, she could only lower her eyes guiltily and in shock, pretending that she had not seen anything.
But she was already screaming inside.
God!
Who knows what she saw?!
She saw the young master feeding the adult! The two even shared a pair of chopsticks!
Chu Jiubian glanced at her reaction and was quite satisfied.
He was only putting on an act for "outsiders"; his "love tribulation" as Prince Ning needed to convey some real, tangible news.
Now he is bound to Qin Xiao, and he has also stood on the opposite side of other forces.
However, it's not necessarily true that Qin Xiao's subordinates truly consider him one of their own.
However, if his relationship with Qin Xiao is unclear, then these people's attitudes towards him will change.
During the Da Ning Dynasty, literati considered visiting prostitutes to be elegant, and there were many brothels. Even the Minister of Works, Jian Hongzhuo, married a male wife and has no other concubines or children to this day.
Therefore, in the powerful and wealthy families of the capital, affairs between men were not unusual.
This made it easier for Chu Jiubian to spread rumors about his ambiguous relationship with Qin Xiao.
"Delicious." Qin Xiao didn't hold back his praise.
Chu Jiubian put down his chopsticks: "That's good."
He hadn't actually expected Qin Xiao to use his chopsticks directly. He was just teasing him, and showing some intimacy was enough to make Granny Zhong's imagination run wild.
But Qin Xiao's move actually gave him a good assist.
Outside, Baili Hong really wanted to go in and see what was going on, but he was afraid that something serious had happened to his teacher and uncle, so he could only suppress his craving and pace back and forth in the yard, his calves moving very fast.
Finally, the kitchen door opened.
Baili Hong paused, looking over with expectant eyes.
Qin Xiao and Chu Jiubian came out one after the other, but Granny Zhong did not follow; instead, she stayed in the kitchen to continue cooking other dishes.
With Chu Jiubian's demonstration, Zhong Mama, who was already skilled in cooking, understood what "stir-frying" meant.
As if her meridians had been opened, she eagerly took the iron wok and couldn't wait to start stir-frying.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao bowed to Baili Hong almost simultaneously.
They reached a tacit understanding without speaking.
In front of outsiders, one must maintain Baili Hong's status as "Emperor".
Baili Hong then returned the greeting.
The two people opposite him were his uncle and the Grand Tutor, and his return gift was quite appropriate.
"Your Majesty, the meal will be served shortly," Qin Xiao said to Baili Hong. "Let's go back to the main hall first."
"good."
The three then led Eunuch Hong and the others back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
As soon as the children came back, they couldn't wait to ask what had happened and why it smelled so good.
"You'll see when the dishes are served," Qin Xiao said.
Before long, a variety of dishes were served.
Unlike the usual bland and watery dishes, today's dishes look incredibly appealing.
"Wow!" Baili Hong exclaimed in surprise, "So many new dishes!"
He sniffed, and the aroma he smelled was the same as what he had smelled in the kitchen before. It was so fragrant that he swallowed hard.
Now that he is the emperor, he should naturally be the first to start eating.
So the child eagerly grabbed his chopsticks, and Hongfu immediately served him food.
Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao also started eating, without needing anyone to serve them.
A table full of six dishes.
The portions weren't large, but Chu Jiubian felt that the three of them probably couldn't finish it.
Let alone children, they can't eat much. Chu Jiubian himself has a small appetite, so Qin Xiao should be the same.
However, the rest can be given to Eunuch Hong and the others; here, this is considered a reward from those in power.
"Delicious!" Baili Hong's eyes lit up after just one bite of the bok choy. "Sir, did you make this?"
It just so happened that Chu Jiubian had made this dish, so he nodded and said, "I made this dish."
"Sir, you're so amazing!" Baili Hong's admiration was undisguised, and he even tugged at Qin Xiao's sleeve. "Uncle, you think so too, right?"
Their eyes met, and Baili Hong quietly pursed his lips, obediently lowered his head to eat, and dared not say a word.
We're doomed.
My uncle said that one should not talk while eating or sleeping.
Just as he was thinking he might get a scolding, he heard his uncle say, "Yes, very impressive."
He looked up in surprise and saw his uncle staring at the teacher.
The gentleman glanced at his uncle, but neither smiled nor spoke, and resumed eating.
This cold attitude is completely different from how he treated Baili Hong.
The child was a little confused: Doesn't the master like his uncle?
But my uncle is very good.
Everyone was satisfied with the meal, and all six dishes were eaten clean, with nothing wasted, as most of them ended up in Qin Xiao's stomach.
Chu Jiubian thought to himself that this person looked thin, but could eat quite a lot.
The Hall of Mental Cultivation was filled with joy and harmony, while the Palace of Compassion and Tranquility was oppressive.
The palace servants hung their heads, not daring to breathe.
It seems that ever since that Grand Tutor Chu appeared, there haven't been many peaceful days in Cining Palace.
Granny Liu helped the Empress Dowager serve the food, picking up a piece of stewed eggplant with her chopsticks.
Eggplant stewed with only soy sauce and salt was usually considered delicious, but now Xiao Ruohan disliked it no matter how she looked at it and had no appetite for it.
She slammed down her chopsticks and reached out.
Granny Liu quickly helped her up, and the two walked out of the hall.
The aroma from the imperial kitchen wafted far and wide, reaching many palace servants. Soon, rumors spread that Chu Jiubian had once again performed a miracle, bringing down celestial food for the emperor and Prince Ning.
Moreover, the rumors became increasingly fantastical, starting with claims that the food from the celestial realm could strengthen the body and prolong life.
Xiao Ruohan didn't believe it, but hearing it so often still annoyed her.
Since Chu Jiubian appeared, the Yangxin Hall has been enjoying a comfortable life, first with ice blocks, and now with delicious food.
Moreover, in the court, Qin Xiao's influence was growing stronger and stronger.
The imperial court and the harem are one and the same. The Xiao family is used to using marriage alliances to win over court officials and even the emperor. But the current emperor is only three years old. Even if you give him a celestial beauty, he won't care.
Therefore, the harem can only rely on her, the Empress Dowager.
But Qin Xiao was a reckless and unruly person. On the surface, he was well-mannered and polite, but he never really took her seriously.
Even the young emperor, since his ascension to the throne, has never formally paid his respects to her, completely disregarding her.
"My lady, please don't get angry and hurt yourself," Liu Mama said gently. "It's just some food. I don't think they'll try to hide it from us. Our people will find out soon enough."
"You're just trying to make me happy." Xiao Ruohan chuckled. "You know that's not what I'm angry about."
It's just food. She's the Empress Dowager, the legitimate daughter of the Xiao family. What good food hasn't she eaten or seen?
Granny Liu smiled and said, "There are household managers outside the palace, so you can relax and wait for the right opportunity."
A cold glint appeared in Xiao Ruohan's eyes: "I hope they can act quickly, and stop Chu Jiubian from getting in my way."
What she's waiting for now is for Chu Jiubian, this variable, to completely disappear, and for Qin Xiao to be brought down from the stage.
Without the Qin family, the young emperor is nothing.
At that time, the Prince of Jiannan will be the one who can seize the initiative. With the help of the Xiao family, by the time the princes from the fiefdom arrive, the Prince of Jiannan will have already secured his throne.
She squinted slightly, gazing into the distance towards the direction outside the palace.
Inside a secluded mansion in the capital, guards stood watch closely, and many more secret agents were hidden around, remaining vigilant at all times.
In the main house in the courtyard, a dozen people sat on wide mahogany chairs, creating an atmosphere that was both strange and harmonious.
If there were outsiders here, they would be surprised to find that these people were all prominent figures in the capital, all belonging to the four great families, but none of the family heads were present.
These officials rarely gather together like this; this is the first time in nearly three years.
The reason they've gathered here today is to discuss how to eliminate the unpredictable "Ninth Prince".
Everyone wanted to get rid of him, but no one was willing to be the one to take the lead.
And so, this whole situation unfolded today.
No one should try anything funny; everyone should send out their top assassins to ensure a fatal blow.
Otherwise, they were unsure how Chu Jiubian and the forces behind him would retaliate against them.
A group of cunning old foxes talked for a long time, finally deciding when to take action and how many people to send.
In this outcome, no one suffered a loss, but no one gained an advantage either.
Chu Jiubian was unaware that these people had already devised a plan to kill him.
What he cares about now is to contact Jiang Shuoye as soon as possible and ask him to help him make a name for himself and collect faith points.
The collection of faith points does not require the dissemination of his real name and identity. Even if believers worship him by his pseudonym, or do not even know his pseudonym, as long as they believe in him because of what he has done, they can imagine him as whatever they want.
Therefore, when Jiang Shuoye helped him make a name for himself, there was no need to mention "High Priest"; it was enough to say "Immortal".
After having lunch at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Chu Jiubian returned to Yaotai Residence.
As usual, he said he was going to take a nap, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he entered the realm of the gods.
He glanced at his points; they were increasing, but at an extremely slow rate.
"Let's see what Jiang Shuoye is doing," he said.
The system immediately opened the card screen.
Instantly, roars, the clash of weapons, and screams echoed throughout the divine realm.
On the vast grassland, there was no shelter whatsoever.
The soldiers on both sides, dressed in completely different clothes, roared and fought fiercely, their bodies covered in blood. Every thrust of their spears and every slash of their swords was aimed straight at vital points.
They wished they could devour each other's flesh and blood.
Chu Jiubian's pupils suddenly contracted.
This is a battle between the Northern Desert Army and the Tatars!
The camera zooms out, revealing a battlefield teeming with people, stretching as far as the eye can see in all directions.
Now, the soldiers are engaged in close combat. The Tatars are tall and strong, much stronger than the soldiers of the Da Ning army. Therefore, in this close-quarters battle, it is mostly the Da Ning soldiers who are wounded and suffer losses.
Suddenly, a long horn sounded, and Chu Jiubian saw the Da Ning army gradually split to the sides, clearing out a section of the battlefield in the middle.
Upon seeing this, the Tatar soldiers immediately charged forward along this road.
They roared that they would kill all the Northern Desert Army, eat their flesh, and drink their blood!
Buzz—
The spear pierced the sky and sank straight into the chest of the leading soldier, pinning him to the ground like a flag.
A young general in silver armor rode up, pulled back his spear, and charged forward, kicking the Tatars to the ground with his horse's hooves and slicing their necks with his spear, carving a bloody path through them.
Behind him, a cavalry contingent of nearly two hundred men followed closely.
In the distance, the Tatar general Muhammad, with his thick beard and riding a tall, strong horse, watched a troop of cavalry charge into the battlefield and immediately burst into laughter.
"People from Daning are getting more and more fun!"
The deputy general standing to the side sneered, "These cowards from the northern desert actually dare to send out cavalry. Have they forgotten how our Tatar warriors slaughtered them and made them flee in terror?"
“Mir Khan,” Muhammad laughed, “go show them what real cavalry is.”
"Yes!" Lieutenant General Mirhan immediately ordered a hundred cavalrymen to charge forward.
In his view, even a hundred cavalrymen would be too many to deal with the northern desert cavalry.
You should know that the people of Daning couldn't even ride horses properly. If the horses got scared, they would fall off and be trampled to death by their own horses.
Today's battle will definitely be a breeze.
The young officer beside him saw something in the distance and shouted, "General Mir, there seems to be something on those horses in the northern desert."
Mirhan looked closely and saw that the horses seemed to be wrapped in a layer of cloth, as if they were dressed up.
Aside from that, there's no difference.
"Whatever they are, they'll all be slaughtered and forced to flee!" he said.
One hundred cavalrymen charged forward swiftly, closing the distance with the northern desert cavalry.
We're closer now.
Mirhan saw Jiang Chifeng, the young general of the Northern Desert Army. He was one of the few people from Daning who was good at riding horses and had considerable martial prowess, making him a formidable opponent.
General Muhammad had said that this man was not to be underestimated, but Mirhan had never faced him directly. He felt that no matter how powerful the man was, he was still a Da Ning man.
In a fight on horseback, this Tatar warrior, who had grown up on horseback, believed he could never lose to a pretty boy.
As they drew closer, Mirhan raised his longsword and brought it down with a fierce slash.
Jiang Shuoye, who was coming from the opposite direction, also brandished his spear and thrust it straight at him.
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