I am born a beauty, and I am supreme

Chapter 163

Chu Gexing looked at him: "You knew she had someone she liked, yet..."

"Hey, don't try to pry into my background. Once I've decided on someone, I won't let go, not even if you cry and beg. It doesn't matter if she has someone she likes now, she'll be mine sooner or later. I'm telling you, you can't follow my example. You already have someone who likes you, while I'm all alone." He said slyly, like a child afraid that an adult would take his candy.

Chu Gexing chuckled silently.

"By the way, judging from your expression, it seems you know who the other person is. Tell me, who is that man?" Feng Feisheng suddenly asked, as this was the most important question.

Chu Gexing looked at him and smiled without answering.

"Is that man really that good, better than me? Hmm... better than you too?" he asked anxiously, scratching his head like a monkey.

"I don't know," Chu Gexing said with a smile, "but he is indeed a good person. He... is someone I respect."

Feng Feisheng was startled: "Who is he?"

Chu Gexing shook his head and turned to look north.

In the north is Shun, and Shun has snow. Under the snow cover is the majestic imperial city. In the military headquarters, a man stands by the window. With the snow outside the window, his face is even more beautiful than white jade. He gazes and sighs: "Head held high over a thousand hills, roaring proudly in the wind. I can find an opponent to discuss swordsmanship with. The higher you go, the colder it gets!"

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Waving goodbye, Chapter 213: The Struggle Begins

"With head held high, I gaze upon the distant hills, roaring proudly in the wind. I seek out worthy opponents to discuss swordsmanship, for the higher one climbs, the colder it gets!"

He looked north, and the snowflakes hit his face.

His face was serene, but his eyes held a desolate look.

Suddenly, someone behind him laughed heartily: "Your Excellency is reciting poetry."

Chu Zhen turned around: "It's Young Master Beitang."

"Yes, it's windy here, Your Excellency, please be careful not to catch a cold," said Beitang Yujian.

Chu Zhen smiled and said nothing more. Beitang Yujian walked to his side and reached out to close the window.

A few snowflakes drifted in and landed on Chu Zhen, while some fell to the ground and quickly turned into water after being heated by the indoor heating.

"I just feel a little stuffy," Chu Zhen said.

Seeing that his forehead was wet, Beitang Yujian knew that he had been standing for a long time and the snow had blown on it, which would make him very susceptible to catching a cold. He turned to the guard standing next to him and said, "Go and get a towel."

The guard agreed and left.

Beitang Yujian then said, "Is my lord worried about Leyan again?"

Chu Zhen nodded and sat down at the table.

Beitang Yujian smiled and said, "That girl will be fine. My lord, you don't need to worry about her. Please take care of yourself."

"I know," Chu Zhen replied, but also sighed, "I just feel a little guilty..."

He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Beitang Yujian looked at him and said, "You can't force things. Even if you made mistakes in the past, it was all ordained by fate. You don't need to worry about it too much."

Chu Zhen said, "Yes. Young Master Beitang is absolutely right. It was just that I couldn't think straight for a moment."

The guards stood at the gate, and Beitang Yujian took the towel and handed it to Chu Zhen.

Chu Zhen took it, looking bewildered.

Beitang Yujian reached out and tapped his forehead.

Chu Zhen suddenly realized what was happening. She raised her hand to wipe it away.

Beitang Yujian laughed: "If someone were here, they would probably start yelling again. Ha, ha ha."

Hearing him say that, Chu Zhen couldn't help but smile knowingly.

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"Who exactly is that person?" Feng Feisheng asked persistently.

Realizing that the person in front of him knew the inside story, Feng Feisheng decided to use his perseverance to get to the bottom of it and find out his imagined enemy.

Chu Gexing's reaction, however, was somewhat unexpected to him.

He had initially assumed that Chu Gexing also liked Tang Leyan, but now, hearing from the person involved, it was confirmed that Chu Gexing wasn't his number one rival. However, he couldn't underestimate him either; he was a potential rival.

But the expression on Chu Gexing's face when he talked about the real enemy...

Feng Feisheng thought that if it were him, he would probably feel a little sour when he brought it up, along with a touch of dismissive disdain.

However, Chu Gexing's expression seemed to carry a hint of bewilderment.

And something that's hard to put into words. Feng Feisheng pressed for an answer.

Chu Gexing smiled but did not answer.

Feng Feisheng was furious and wanted nothing more than to pry his mouth open.

Seeing him scratching his head and cheeks, Chu Gexing became even more leisurely.

Seeing his composed demeanor, Feng Feisheng was furious, but her mind was still racing with thoughts.

Who exactly was Shun, that could make Tang Leyan so moved?

Who exactly is this remarkable person who has caused Chu Gexing to act so strangely?

This slight, inescapable sense of loss and the indescribable indifference secretly alarmed Feng Feisheng.

Suddenly, he remembered.

When he first met Tang Leyan, there were three people standing side by side on the roadside.

At that moment, his gaze lingered only on the person in red, glancing at the other two only briefly.

And it was just that one glance...

He vaguely remembered. That guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, carrying a giant sword on his back... He should be from Wenshan Sword Pavilion. His looks... were so-so, but... his demeanor was a bit... Thinking it over, it probably wasn't him.

The other was a calm man with a handsome face and outstanding temperament, whom he later met. He was Shun's Grand Councilor, a first-rank minister.

Later that night, when the assassin appeared, he was the one who showed up in time and stopped Chu Gexing. And at that time...

Le Yan seemed to be by his side.

etc……

It was as if strange silver threads were swirling and colliding in my mind, only to be suddenly derailed by a burst of inspiration. The disordered silver threads parted on both sides, and I wondered what the name of the Military Affairs Department was...

Feng Feisheng suddenly widened his eyes:

Chu Zhen!

Chu Zhen, Chu Ge Xing.

He had also vaguely heard of Shun's peculiar family.

The Truman Trio.

Chu Zhen, the Grand Secretary of the Military Affairs Department; Chu Gexing, the Commander of the Nine Gates; and Chu Gexun, the Tiger General.

Could it be that...

Although he didn't get Chu Gexing's personal testimony, in that instant, Feng Feisheng almost confirmed that the legendary man's name was...

Only him... and only him. At that time, Tang Leyan was by his side. Feng Feisheng remembered that he had met Tang Leyan twice, and both times she was by his side. At that time, he felt that her expression was inexplicably strange. Now that he thought about it, it was a kind of respect and admiration for the person she loved.

Only Chu Zhen could make Chu Gexing say, "I respect him."

How could he not respect his elders, the people who had helped him along the way?

In an instant, without needing well-intentioned hints from others, one can find the answer on one's own.

Feng Feisheng also admired his own intelligence and omnipotence.

only……

If the opponent is Chu Zhen...

Shun's Grand Councilor... a person second only to the emperor...

It seems that Feng Feisheng really has something to do.

Young Master Feng and Young Master Ling from Danning met not far from the city gate. For some reason, they had a falling out after exchanging a few words.

Both were young and hot-blooded, and they argued back and forth, which escalated to the point of almost coming to blows.

The city gate was heavily guarded, and the commotion made my heart itch.

However, the regent strictly ordered that three times more manpower be added than usual, and both the city gates and the city walls were filled with top-notch skilled men.

They could vaguely hear commotion, but no one dared to leave their posts. Suddenly, someone rushed over; it was one of Young Master Feng's men, shouting for help, saying that Young Master Feng was outnumbered and had been injured by Young Master Ling's men.

Feng Feisheng was a generous and easygoing person. He was familiar with everyone from kings and generals to the gatekeepers. When he was in a good mood, he would invite everyone to drink together. Moreover, after the incident involving the Crown Prince, the throne of Fengcheng was vacant. Although Feng Feisheng was not a direct descendant, he was still a legitimate member of the Feng family. There were already rumors circulating about how likely the young prince of Feng would be to succeed to the throne in the future.

It's just a matter of the Regent's attitude.

At this moment, the call to action caused the city guards to exchange glances. One of them hesitated and decided to follow, but the others quickly followed, shouting and rushing to protect the young prince. As a result, the number of guards at the gate was reduced by half.

The commotion grew even louder, and the remaining half of the soldiers, no longer focused on their duties, stood still but craned their necks to look in that direction.

After a while, someone else came shouting that Young Master Ling had been wronged. He was a brother who had followed Duke Ling, so they rushed to help.

Most of the people who followed Young Master Feng were acquainted with Feng Feisheng. The rest did not go because, firstly, they could not abandon their posts, and secondly, most of them were soldiers who had retired from the battlefield and had fought against the father of Young Master Ling, Duke Ling. Therefore, it was inconvenient for them to follow Young Master Feng to confront Young Master Ling.

At that moment, when Young Master Ling called out, half of the group left immediately, eager for a good opportunity.

At this point, there were only a few people guarding the city gate.

Waving goodbye, Chapter 214: The Plan to Leave the City

Green hills stretch across the northern outskirts, and white waters meander around the eastern city.

Here we part, a lone tumbleweed embarking on a journey of ten thousand miles.

Floating clouds evoke the wanderer's thoughts; the setting sun evokes the feelings for an old friend.

With a wave of his hand, he departed from here, the zebras neighing sadly.

Outside Fengcheng, the scenery remains the same, but unlike Shun, with its green hills and white waters, it seems like spring all year round.

Feng Feisheng rode ahead alone, without any followers. Not far from him was Ling Jiuyan, the young master Ling. The two had been arguing fiercely in the city, which escalated into a brawl that dragged the gate guards into the fray. In the heat of the fight, however, the two suddenly had a change of heart, waved everyone away, and said they wanted to have a "private match".