"Xuanzhou really is no good."
After arriving in Xuanzhou, Gu Shanhai couldn't help but lament.
It felt like a poorer version of Liang State.
It was probably already poor and remote, but with Jiang Lu bringing his troops back and forth, it had become even worse.
"You'll have to ask Marquis to save us now, who doesn't know, today's Liang State is all thanks to you, Marquis," said a man walking beside Gu Shanhai, flattering him a bit.
This man, named Xu En, was a troop leader, responsible for escorting Gu Shanhai, but mostly he ran errands and did odd jobs.
He was quite a clever person, quick on his feet, acting as if he was not just a troop leader, but as if he was slaving away for Gu Shanhai.
Gu Shanhai saw through him; the guy was trying to curry favor with him.
"This flattery of yours has hit the horse's legs," Gu Shanhai teased, completely indifferent to Xu En's compliments, and then said, "Do more concrete work, and I might recommend you, but flattery is useless."
