The prince is very fierce. Chapter 40: The 40th chapter of the Knight's Poetry Festival was held at halfway through the murderous murder, so naturally he could not continue. The impact of cutting his head on the spot was too great for the literati in Jiangnan. After Xu Buling left, many talented and beautiful women ran out of the Jinling Poetry Club with a pale face, and the air was filled with a smell of urine.

However, compared to the fear of seeing the murder scene, most people still feel very pleased. Yang Yingxiong made his fortune so quickly, and many people know that many bullshits have been made behind his back. Just in Nanshan Port, the money spent on merchants to enter and exit every year is not a small amount. In the past, the King of Wu could not explain it clearly. Now Xu Buling came to help the people of Jinling eliminate the harm, and from the local people to the wealthy families, they are naturally grateful. Even if the reasons for the murder were found a bit far-fetched, none of them called aggrieved for Yang Yingxiong.

When he returned to the road to Xiao Family Book Club, Xu Buling walked slowly, his expression as calm as usual. Xiao Qi wore a black scholar's robe, with a few snowflakes falling on her shoulders. She walked beside Xu Buling, turned her head to look at Xu Buling from time to time, and then frowned and thought, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a few round trips, Xu Buling raised his hand and patted the snow on Xiao Qi's shoulder:

"Qiqi, what are you thinking?"

Xiao Qi was helpless at the name of goosebumps all over her body. She did not retort, but just said softly:

"Why did you kill Yang Yingxiong? I just deduced it. Even if you make an excuse, this move will inevitably make the King of Wu feel dissatisfied. He asks you for your request, you may not speak coldly to you, but this revenge will definitely be recorded. In the long run, offending the rich King of Wu is not a good thing..."

Xiao Qi did not say some of the words, but the meaning was very clear. Xu Buling broke the situation set by Song Ji and had a grudge against Song Ji. Even if King Su did not rebel, he would definitely find a way to pull down the Song Ji lineage, which was intended to reduce the vassal state, and support a new monarch, and have less choices to get into evil with other vassal kings. If the Song family vassal states were offended in advance, there would be no other way except rebellion.

Killing Yang Yingxiong is not only awesome to please the people, but it will inevitably be harmful to the general trend. Judging from the position of the person in power, this choice is wrong.

Xu Buling chuckled slightly, a little innocent:

"Didn't you let me kill?"?

Xiao Qi didn't take the blame, frowned and said, "Don't push the responsibility on me. If you ask me if I want to eliminate harm for the people, I naturally think, but I'm just curious about how you eliminate harm for the people, so I asked that. Who knows that you kill people without regard for the consequences? There are many ways to solve the problem. Killing is the most extreme way. Sometimes you can't solve anything and cause trouble..."

Xu Buling spread his hands: "How can this be called excessive? This is called something that the court cannot control. My Xu family will take care of. My Xu family will kill people that the court cannot kill. My Xu family has always been like this. The whole Jiangnan is clear and protects himself and does not want to touch Yang Yingxiong, so I can only do this. I have already learned about it these days. I ask you, it depends on whether you think you can kill. If you think you can kill, I will take action naturally."

Xiao Qi had nothing to say about this. Yang Yingxiong was in danger of governing the country according to law. If he did not consider the messy external factors, there would be no problem with Xu Buling's approach.

"I didn't say that you were wrong to kill Yang Yingxiong, but I just thought that you were too direct in your work and sometimes you could be more tactful. When you attacked the army, it was best to use your brain instead of force to do things. We only arrived in Jinling for four days. You killed three people, basically one a day, and you didn't say anything. If you thought that the current emperor was wrong that day, would you kill the current emperor without saying anything?"

"I haven't killed it..."

“…”

Xiao Qi held it in a while and couldn't say anything. She only felt that the handsome and unparalleled young man beside her was pretending to be a madman in her body. She could only snort lightly:

"A child cannot be taught."

Xu Buling didn't mind this criticism and said with a smile: "I'm not a reckless man, I'm just using the simplest way to solve the problem. Killing Yang Yingxiong can eliminate harm for the people and has no effect on me, which is enough."

"What should I do if the King of Wu?"

"I give the King of Wu ten courage, and he dare not do anything to me. To indulge his subordinates in order to harm the people, he is already responsible for dereliction of duty. If my grandfather Xu Lie was replaced by my grandfather, he could hang the King of Wu and beat him with a whip."

Xiao Qi frowned slightly, but did not refute this. The styles of the clan and the family heirloom of Shuxiang were too different, so it would be meaningless to continue discussing them. She thought for a while and said softly:

"Anyway, you did this right, and beyond my expectations, just think that you helped me get rid of Yang Yingxiong. Anyway, I have been disliked by him for a long time."

Xu Buling was satisfied only then, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then how should you thank me?"?

Xiao Qi's pace slowed down a little, and his eyes were slightly fixed at Xu Buling: "Don't be too arrogant. I don't like your way of doing things. I will praise you only if you do it right, but this method can easily lead to irreparable big mistakes and is not advisable."

Xu Buling shrugged slightly, looked polite and stopped talking.

The night was silent, and the lanterns under the eaves emitted a dim light, illuminating the flying snowflakes.

The two of them walked side by side on the streets, silently falling from each other, and the atmosphere gradually became a little awkward again.

Xiao Qi doesn't like this atmosphere, and likes everything to be within the controllable range, so she disagrees with the topic:

"Tang Bailun asked you to show up just now. I thought you wanted to write a poem that shocked the audience, just like those scholars who were full of energy. The result was good, and it really shocked the audience. A great event was ruined by you. In our Jiangnan, the poems were thick and thick, and they were called barbarians..."

He was a little disgusted inside and out, but he was not annoying.

Xu Buling has already figured out some of Xiao Qi's personality. Just like those strong women, he always teaches people a lesson and never says nice things to please men. But if he is really not satisfied, how can he spend more time talking about these things that are picky about in the eggs?

After listening, Xu Buling Anjing turned his head and chuckled:

"You want to listen to me chant poetry?"

Xiao Qi's eyes were slightly cold and she walked a little, "I don't want to tell others that you are not interested in talking to you."

Xu Buling sighed, raised his hand to catch a few snowflakes, and said casually:

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou frost and snow are bright.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, as cool as a meteor.

Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles.

After the matter, I left with my clothes and hid my name.

…”

The wind and snow are lingering, and the lights are silent.

On the edge of the empty street, a young man in white clothes, with a long sword hanging from a white sheath hanging on his waist, his posture was a bit scattered, and he recited the poem in a calm tone, even a little cynical.

Xiao Qi stopped and stared at Xu Buling in front of her with wide eyes. Her mouth was slightly opened, as if she had seen something incomprehensible.

"... Even if the dead man is fragrant, I am not ashamed of the heroes in the world. Who can write to you, the Taixuan Sutra of the White-headed Father?"

Xu Buling finished memorizing "The Legend of the Knights", looked back at Xiao Qi who was standing ten steps away in a daze, raised his eyebrows and showed a bit of pride:
Chapter completed!