my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 78 (Three in One) Zhang Liang Offers Suggestions

Just when Zhao Ying was thinking about whether he should take advantage of the time years ago to visit Da Qin, a legendary general.

General Li Xin's mansion.

study.

The old general Wang Jian was sitting opposite Li Xin.

"Since General Youcheng values ​​the young master so much, why don't you come forward and teach him directly? Moreover, in the old man's opinion, compared with the old man, you are the most suitable person to teach the young master..."

Li Xin smiled wryly after listening.

"Old general, he has been invincible in all his life, and he has always been prudent and thorough in his actions and tactics. He is the most suitable candidate. He is just a sinner. What qualifications do he have to teach his children?"

Looking at Li Xin who looked lonely, Wang Jian couldn't help but sighed.The high-spirited young man who dared to challenge himself on the spot and wanted to compete with him was gone, only the depressed, young man with gray hair was left in front of him.

Wang Jian put down the teacup in his hand, and looked sincerely at the former young genius in front of him.

"The defeat back then was not a crime of war. If Lord Changping hadn't suddenly rebelled and cut off your retreat, with your talents, even if the defeat of Chu would not be as smooth as imagined, it would definitely not be a complete defeat. to the point..."

Li Xin's eyes moved for a moment, but it was immediately covered by the deep depression.

"It's because I couldn't make a plan. If I hadn't said big words at that time, because of my youthful spirit, I wanted to compete with the old general. I could be more safe and think about the retreat like the old general. I definitely wouldn't have done it." Just like back then, let 10,000+ follow my brother, die in a foreign country, and live up to His Majesty's trust..."

Wang Jian shook his head.

"Actually, His Majesty knew back then that it wasn't all your fault, so he gave you many opportunities to show off. It's just that you refused to let go of yourself. After all these years of wasting, you really failed His Majesty... "

Having said that, the old general stood up while supporting the desks.

"Recently, Your Majesty, you have obtained the map of the young master, intending to seek the Western Regions. This is your chance to wash away the old shame and repay His Majesty's deep kindness—"

Having said that, the old general turned around and looked at Li Xin who looked astonished as usual.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun came through the window lattice and shone on Li Xin's white hair at the temples, making his face a bit blurry, but the white hair at the temples became more dazzling.

"The old man came here today not to regret that my former genius boy Daqin fell, but because you are the most suitable teacher for the young master..."

In the shadow of the sun, the expression on Li Xin's face could not be seen, but his voice could finally be heard fluctuating.

"My tactics are fierce and dangerous, and I often rely on my vigor to grab a chance of survival in the face of death. Therefore, although I often have extraordinary achievements, once I encounter setbacks, I will easily fall into a dangerous situation. It is not a means that a nobleman should have. , so even though I asked my daughter to secretly teach the art of fighting on the battlefield for the sake of challenge, I dare not speak about military matters..."

Having said that, Li Xin stood up while supporting the cases, with a sad tone.

"Even if you want to teach the letter, I'm afraid you won't be able to pass the test of His Majesty..."

Wang Jian was silent for a long time after hearing the words, and then nodded lightly.

"You don't have to worry about this matter, I will go and speak to His Majesty..."

Looking at the carriage that the old general Wang Jian was leaving slowly, outside the gate of the mansion, Li Xin held a long sword on his waist, bowed slowly, and saluted to the end.

"Believe it today, you will know that the old general has a heart like the sea, and you will feel that all the things you have done in the past, Meng Lang is vain, making you laugh at the generous..."

The autumn wind is over, and the new year is coming.

Before Li's residence, the young genius of the past had an inaudible voice, but slowly straightened his back, and there was a little bit of anger in his steps.

……

Recruit camp.

Although it was a holiday, it was a military camp after all, and there were still some logistics personnel, including a few young men from Mei County, who were willing to stay on duty.

Of course, Zhang Han, who is homeless, is also included.

He rubbed his stomach and put down the bamboo slips in his hands. Although he had seen this military book before, he could read it several times, and he always had some new insights.

However, it's getting late, but you can't miss the meal.

He stood up and was thinking of going to the kitchen to have dinner. As soon as he walked to the dining place, he saw the steward of the village, leading his servants and carrying a few steaming burdens, smiling happily. step by step.

"Everyone has worked hard, the young master specially explained that I will give you some wine and food to relieve your fatigue..."

That's a delicacy that got the recipe of Changgongzi's stewed meat.

There is a mellow and delicious smell coming from a distance, which makes people's index fingers twitch.Zhang Han couldn't help showing a strange look on his face. Although every New Year's sacrifice, there will always be some meat and wine passed down from above, but when it comes to the lower floor, there are basically very few of them, and they can only be stained with oil.

However, here, it is so big.Looking at the weight, the remaining people, even if they ate with their stomachs open, might have leftovers.

What kind of fairy welfare is this?
Seeing him looking silly, an old pawn in charge of logistics next to him couldn't help but smiled and gave him a hand.

"You're new here, why are you so stupid, why don't you hurry up and eat it? Although we have a lot of meat here on weekdays, and we have three meals a day, but this kind of fine wine is rare. Don't even think about eating half of it on weekdays... ..."

After finishing speaking, he happily went forward to receive the meal with a bowl in his hand.

Zhang Han just woke up like a dream, and followed with his job bowl in hand.

Looking at the happy faces of the soldiers around them, but not surprised, it is obvious that this scene in front of them is not unusual.What surprised him the most was that although the Shangguan gave wine and food, these people rarely let go of drinking. Many people just drank a bowl for a token, and very consciously declined the kindness of the steward to refill the wine .

Seeing Zhang Han looking at him in surprise, a man who looked a few years older than him smiled honestly and reminded him.

"Don't look at it, this fine wine is hard to come by, but can it compare to the opportunity here? You can drink some, but don't drink too much. When you go back later, you have to recite the art of war-we left it on our own initiative for these reasons. , who doesn't think so—"

After all, Zhang Han came all the way from the bottom, and he knew it in his heart.

He already knew that this barracks not only had unique training, but also had a strict study of the art of war on weekdays, and there would be an assessment after the year.

Those from better-off families were taught by the elders of the clan. They read books for a few days on weekdays, knew some characters, and even listened to the old man's superficial lectures on the art of war, and imparted some experience on the battlefield.

But not everyone has this opportunity.

Then it is the same for the Mengxibai family. After all, the family is big, and it is not a charity hall. There are always some places that cannot be taken care of. What's more, some of the people recruited by Zhao Ying are not from the Mengxibai family. , the situation is even worse.

Now that I have seen the benefits of this new barracks, even if I don't understand what it means, I still have a sense of urgency. If I fail the assessment, wouldn't I miss such a good opportunity?

Therefore, many people choose to stay after celebrating the New Year so much, and have to work overtime to make up for their homework on the art of war.

Holding the rice bowl in his hand, Zhang Han thanked the friendly man with a smile, and his understanding of this new barracks subconsciously improved a little.

Even the ordinary soldiers, and even the left-behind support staff, are working overtime to learn the art of war—once such an army grows up...

For the first time, Zhang Han felt that it might not be a chance that he was dragged here by the emperor's eldest grandson Xinxin!
……

Zhao Ying didn't care about the thoughts of people like Zhang Han, as long as he was in his hands, it would be fine.What's the matter with the twisted melon, let it sit for a few more days, it will quench your thirst and be as sweet as it is.

Anyway, he doesn't expect that when his body is shocked, others will bow down and bow, or if he draws a big cake by himself, others will wholeheartedly work for him.

Before I can provide others with a future, I just need to draw it over.I am here as a military camp, before Daqin is destroyed, who would dare to be a deserter?

So, when he went back, he put the matter behind him.

After dinner, by digesting the food, I drew the general structure of the rocking chair of later generations.Seeing that there were no major mistakes, he turned around and asked someone to call the craftsmen in the house.

While gesticulating, he briefly talked about the use of this chair, and then left it to the craftsmen in the house.

The structure of the rocking chair is not complicated, the key point is to be able to swing without losing balance, so that people can get a kind of mood pleasure in a unique way while relaxing the body.

Of course, it is said that this thing can also lower blood pressure, slow down breathing, and even play a role in exercise.

He doesn’t know if it has this effect. Anyway, he had one in his previous life. He thinks this thing is really good for relaxing. It can be made to allow Emperor Shihuang to relax a little in his busy schedule and relieve his body. Even if the goal is achieved.

After painting the rocking chair, Zhao Ying went to the back garden as usual.

Although the New Year is approaching, he actually doesn't feel any New Year's Eve feeling in his heart. The Spring Festival in October made him a bit of a drama.

As for the feeling that he was looking for the Spring Festival by himself, he didn't have this idea at all. Instead of caring about it, it's better to work hard on his body honestly and learn more skills to save his life.

Looking at the meticulous, Zhao Ying, who was training desperately in the martial arts arena, followed Xiong and Jing who returned to the house, and couldn't help but look at each other.

The self-discipline of this little boy is daunting.

Even on the Black Ice Terrace, they had never seen a person with such self-discipline.

And they don't know if it's an illusion, they always feel that this young man seems to be a little taller than before, and they don't know when it started, getting a little closer, and they need to look up slightly to see him.

Zhao Ying is also very helpless, because his days have really been long. Some time ago, he was still more than 1.8 meters, but now he has reached 1.9 meters...

The clothes on my body are small again.

But regarding these, when Mi Ji tried on Zhao Ying's new clothes in the morning, she was very happy, feeling that her child was getting more and more powerful.

Coming out of the back garden, Zhao Ying made a detour to the backyard to look at the rooms where mushrooms and fungus were kept. He didn't know what these things were like, but he generally knew that such things probably needed warmth and humidity. environment of.

Therefore, he asked the servants in the mansion to deliberately control the approximate temperature in the room, sprinkle some water from time to time, and even throw away some rotten leaves.

Several rooms are different, so it's an experiment.

On the other side of the greenhouse, a few beds of leeks have been planted and some okra has been sprinkled. As for the others, there is nothing to plant, so we can only wait for some seeds from the Western Regions to be collected.

After wandering around, I went back to the study to continue reading.

But what I read today are some works that record the customs, customs, mountains and rivers of various parts of Daqin.After studying government affairs with the first emperor for a day, he felt that his most urgent task was to understand this era first, rather than delve into some knowledge.

Learning can't save Daqin.

……

After a whole day of busy work, when he came out of Zhangtai Palace, the sky had already turned dark, even though Zhao Gao was always in good health, he felt a little tired.

However, he did not go back to his own mansion, but whispered to the groom, turned around and went to the mansion of the eighteenth son Hu Hai.

"My lord, the Zhang Han I mentioned a few days ago was asked to leave by the little lord Ying..."

Thinking of this, Zhao Gao felt a little regretful.

That Zhang Han is really capable, if he can come here, he will definitely become a great help to the Eighteenth Prince, hundreds of times stronger than those he recruited.

"Who? Zhang Han?"

Hu Hai was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that there was such a person, and Zhao Gao had recommended it to him back then.

At this time, when I suddenly heard that Zhao Ying wanted to leave, I felt a little regretful in my heart, but I ran away in an instant. A mere supervisor of the Imperial Horse Supervisor is not a great talent. I'm leaving, no big deal.

But he glanced at Zhao Gao's face, and comforted him.

"Master, don't worry, he is not a great person. If Master really likes him, I will say hello to Zhao Ying and come back..."

Zhao Gao didn't want to say anything, just nodded silently, but he didn't give any hope in his heart.

Judging from his contact with the emperor's eldest grandson during this period, if the eighteenth son does not want it, there may be some hope. If he wants it, he will take it seriously and will not let him go.

So, he changed the subject tactfully.

"Young master seems to be very busy recently?"

When Hu Hai heard Zhao Gao ask about this, his eyes couldn't help being excited, but there was a hint of humility on his face, and he waved his hands lightly.

"The New Year is approaching, and there will always be some human relations in the house. Some officials from the court will come to visit in person. As the host, I can't refuse the door..."

Zhao Gao knew it in his heart.

Now the eldest son helped Su Yuan to go to Shangjun. In Xianyang city, the eighteenth son was very popular, which naturally attracted the attention of many parties.

Especially as the new year approached, there was no news in the palace that the eldest son Fusu would be recalled, and the general Meng Tian, ​​who had always been close to the eldest son Fusu, was transferred directly from Shangjun to Lingnan.

This order was almost the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Not only did various forces come to vote, but even many forces that were still on the sidelines, and even some forces that originally belonged to the eldest son Fusu, began to lean towards the son Hu Hai.In a short period of time, the eighteenth son Hu Hai's power has risen sharply, and now he has become a force that cannot be ignored in Xianyang City.

Hu Hai also seemed to be the son with the highest voice.

As for Hu Hai, in every move he made, consciously or unconsciously, he was on par with the former eldest son, and had his own bearing.

Zhao Gao was familiar with Hu Hai's temperament, so he really didn't want to discourage him at this time, but when he thought of Zhao Ying, who was becoming more and more favored, and even started to learn from the first emperor to handle government affairs, he felt a little uneasy, and couldn't help reminding him.

"My lord hasn't been to the palace to greet His Majesty for a long time, right? It's almost the New Year, I think it's better for you to take the time to go—"

Hu Hai nodded in agreement.

"Master reminded me that I will go over tomorrow to pay my respects to Ah Weng—"

Seeing that Hu Hai could still listen to his own suggestions, Zhao Gao breathed a sigh of relief.Although His Majesty's attitude towards Zhao Ying was a little too good, but fortunately Zhao Ying was only the eldest grandson of the emperor, as long as the eighteenth son could live up to his expectations, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Even though he was thinking this way, for some reason, he still felt a little uneasy.

The main reason was that there was still no response from the eldest son. Thinking of Chun Yuyue's sudden change, he became more and more nervous.

The young master has also changed his temperament, right?
Just when he was thinking about how to give Hu Hai a reminder, he heard Hu Hai say another thing briskly.

"Master, do you still remember the descendant of the former Han Xiangguo I told you the day before yesterday? He proposed today that he wants me to introduce you for him..."

Hearing this, Zhao Gao frowned subconsciously, he didn't really want to get involved with this kind of person, after all, he was a close minister of the First Emperor, and his status was sensitive, once he got involved with the remnants of the Six Kingdoms, he might cause trouble all over.

Seeing that Zhao Gao seemed a little uninterested, he wanted to refuse.

Hu Hai said seriously.

"Master, that man's surname is Zhang Mingliang. He is really a very talented person. If you meet him, you will definitely like him. Moreover, he said that he has a way to solve your troubles..."

Zhao Gao was taken aback when he heard the words, glanced at Hu Hai calmly, and smiled.

"It's another Zhang Yi, Su Qin, etc.—I serve His Majesty all day long, so what troubles can I have in my heart..."

Having said that, Zhao Gao shook his head lightly.

"Forget it, since the young master values ​​this person so much, it's okay for me to meet him..."

When Hu Hai heard this, he couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, and said with a smile.

"If the master looks useful, I will find a future for him in Xianyang City when I turn around. If I stay by my side, I will have a helper..."

Zhao Gao nodded, talked to Hu Hai for a while, checked Hu Hai's homework, and then got up to leave.

However, the car stopped suddenly not far from Hu Hai's mansion.

Zhao Gao frowned, and was about to ask a question when he heard a clear and gentle voice from outside.

"Student Zhang Liang, please see the CRRC government order..."

When Zhao Gao heard this, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

This Zhang Liang came too fast.The Eighteenth Young Master had just made an introduction, and stopped his carriage outside the gate of the house. This move was clearly to avoid Hu Hai and to meet him privately.

Zhao Gao subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he thought about the content of Zhang Liang's message to Hu Hai, he couldn't help hesitating a bit.Unlike others, he really has a rift with his eldest son, Fusu.

On that day, Zhao Gao made a big mistake. The eldest son Fusu and the general Meng Tian both advocated severe punishment and sentenced him to death. In the end, the first emperor liked his rigorous work and used it smoothly, so he pardoned his crimes and let him escape. .

In the future, if the eldest son really gains power again, let alone his future, his life may not be guaranteed.Therefore, Zhao Gao only pondered and made a decision.

"Let him get in the car..."

When the curtain of the car was lifted, Zhao Gao saw a middle-aged man with a slender figure, a face like a crown jade, and a pair of calm and deep eyes. He knelt and sat down opposite him calmly.

"Student Zhang Liang, I have seen the CRRC government order..."

Zhao Gao's eyes flickered, and he stared calmly at the descendant of the former Han Xiangguo who suddenly stopped the way to ask to see him, and said in a calm and authentic voice.

"You're waiting here for me, what exactly are you talking about..."

"Relieve the troubles in the heart of the CRRC Mansion—"

He seemed to turn a blind eye to the indifference on Zhao Gao's face.

Zhang Liang stretched his wide robe sleeves calmly, and looked at Zhao Gao in front of him with a smile on his face.

Zhao Gao's eyes turned cold, and he held the long sword at his waist, his eyes already had a murderous look.

As one of the most famous swordsmen in Daqin, Zhao Gao was sure that he could end the scholar sitting opposite him in one move.

This is also the reason why he dared to let this person get on the carriage to talk.

"I have a plan to make the eldest son completely lose his sacred heart, stay in Shangjun from now on, and never have a chance to return to Xianyang..."

Zhao Gao's eyes were fixed.

The killing intent in his eyes was already real.

This kind of thinking can be done but not said. Once spread, what awaits him is a catastrophe.

Facing Zhao Gao's eyes, Zhang Liang smiled unabated as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face.

"Why should the order of the CRRC be so nervous? I am the lackey of the Eighteenth Young Master, and I should plan for the Eighteenth Young Master. Now the Eighteenth Young Master looks like a brocade, and the fire is cooking oil, but in fact there are dangers everywhere. Once the eldest son returns to Beijing, It will be completely beaten back to its original form, which is not what I want..."

Having said that, Zhang Liang leaned forward slightly.

"When the time comes, Liangzi can go far away, but the CRRC government order may not be able to leave, right? What's more, the eldest son doesn't like you in the first place, and you are the teacher of the eighteenth son, and you often plan for the eighteenth son... "

Having said that, Zhang Liang smiled.

"We don't need you to do anything more, as long as you are in Xianyang, cooperate a little bit, and push the boat along the way, great things will be accomplished..."

Hearing this, Zhao Gao couldn't help but remain silent.

After staring at Zhang Liang for a long time with scorching eyes, he nodded slowly.

"Tell me and listen..."

The New Year is approaching, and the streets of Xianyang are already a bit chilly.

At this time, the twilight was falling together, like a terrifying beast, silently covering the whole world, no one knew that in Xianyang city, under the eyes of the first emperor, someone dared to plan such a big event like losing his head .

The eldest son, Fusu, probably did not expect that he had already been kicked out of Xianyang by his own Aunt, and there were still people who could not forget him and wanted to push him again, completely cutting off his hope of returning to Xianyang.

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