Great Qin had a prosperous age

Chapter 132: Machiavellian snipe and clam quarrel (please give me your monthly vote for recommendation!)
With the beauty in his arms, Fusu recalled last night and suddenly had more understanding of this kind of thing.

Fu Su recalled a poem, which was describing Xue Ji, but Xue Ji was sleeping very soundly, so Fu Su could only recite it by himself, after all, she probably wouldn't be able to understand it.

Sweat stains the pink flowers and dew, and dust stains the willows with smoke.

The white sleeves are hanging low, and the jade bamboo shoots are caged, and the skirt is slanting and revealing the golden lotus.

After a few kicks, her beauty is weak, her hair is fluffy and her bun is slanted.

The charm of ancient poetry is precisely limited by the form. Just a few lines are often replaced by a combination of images, and it all depends on latecomers to associate pictures with images.

The taste, chew slowly.

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When Fusu left the palace, he saw Pang You and Shen Yu waiting outside the door.

Pang You stepped forward with a smile on his face.

"Did you sleep well last night, sir?"

Fusu glanced at Pang You.

"Did you arrange this person?"

Shen Yu knew what the young master was worried about and stepped forward.

"Young Master, you can rest assured, this girl is nothing more than a servant girl. Of course, if Young Master doesn't like it..."

Fusu interrupted.

"Then let's wait until we return to Xianyang before making arrangements."

The implication is that no status will be given now.

Shen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he thought of the one in Xianyang, Shen Yu couldn't help but feel anxious again. There were many jealous women in the world.

But it was Xue Ji's own choice to take this path.

I was not born in the right place, but I want to become a master, so the road to walk is naturally more difficult than ordinary people.

Shen Yu quickly forgot about this woman.

Shen Yu chased after him and reported the important matter.

"There has been news from the Chu State that Wang Jian of Qi has indeed sent a letter of help to King Fu Chu of Chu."

Fusu paused.

"Young Master, please be relieved. King Chu has not given any reply."

Fusu smiled, then looked at the bird's nest under the eaves of the palace not far away.

The nest is still there and the bird has flown.

"Chu can't protect itself, so how can it help Qi?"

Fusu quickly frowned again, forgetting last night's happiness.

"However, Chu State must have been very frightened and uneasy about Qin State's attack on Qi at this time."

Fusu was walking on the palace road when Dun Rui, Mao Jiao and others came to greet him.

After the visit, several people went directly to the topic.

"When we mobilize the army to attack Qi, the Chu State will definitely think that there is an opportunity to take advantage of it and wait for the opportunity. Therefore, the matter of destroying Qi is now even more imminent. Your father gave us ten days, but the silk book has been sent to Tian Jian. Three days later, Still no news from them.”

He looked weak and solemn, stroking his beard.

"Qi Wangjian is now at the end of his war effort. Without Chu's help, there is no way to retreat. Moreover, the ten-day deadline given by the young master is coming soon. Our Qin army is advancing strongly in the west. It will be sooner or later for Qi Wang to surrender."

Fusu looked at Dunrui.

The ten-day period is the time limit given by Ying Zheng.

For Fusu, if he does not complete the overthrow of the Qi regime within these ten days, then he has failed in his mission.

A few people said a few words and then left.

Fusu led Shen Yu around the Linzi palace, waiting for news.

Chi Wu has been following along, and it is difficult for Shen Yu to have a chance to talk to the young master.

Passing a lake, I saw that several towering giant trees had been brought down.

Fusu stepped forward, stood beside the tree stump, and counted the circles.

The young master, wearing a royal robe, stood beside the tree stumps and counted several tree stumps in detail, muttering something in his mouth.

Chi Wu, who was not surprised, also wondered if there was something wrong with the young master.

"It's a shame the tree lived for 110 four years."

As soon as these words came out, everyone around was naturally surprised.

Chi Wu stepped forward.

"Why do you think this tree is 140 years old?"

"Whether it is true or not, you can ask the old man in the palace to find out."

Chi Wu patted his head, and then went to find someone to ask.

Seeing that Chi Wu was not nearby, Shen Yu approached Fu Su and whispered.

"Sir, if your Majesty does not send troops, Qi Wangjian may not surrender easily."

Fusu said nothing.

I don't know what Ying Zheng's intentions were, but he ordered Qi Wangjian to surrender. This was Fusu's promise.

If Ying Zheng really launches troops, he will be the one who will be embarrassed.

And Ying Zheng seemed unwilling to let him stay in Linzi City, for what reason.

"Not necessarily."

"What do you mean, son?"

"Don't forget, there are two kings in Qi. One is named Tian and the other is Hou."

"This is indeed the case, but at this time, shouldn't they be more united?"

Fusu smiled.

"This time is not the other time. I did not point out a way out for King Jian of Qi in the edict."

Shen Yu lowered his head and thought carefully.

"On the silk book sent by the young master, it is clearly written that my Emperor intends to make the King of Qi a minister, but the King of Qi needs to kill the queen to win. You can let the King of Qi kill the queen to win - the King of Qi will not dare to kill him."

Fusu asked with a smile.

"Why are you so sure that King Qi doesn't dare to punish Hou Sheng?"

"Although the young master has listed Hou Sheng's various crimes, the young master understands King Qi better than anyone else. King Qi Jian is stupid and incompetent and has no independent opinion. Moreover, he has been on the throne for many years and relies on Hou Sheng for everything."

"Now, if it is just for the sake of peace, killing Hou Sheng is the same as cutting off both arms. King Qi will never kill Hou Sheng."

Shen Yu said again.

"Furthermore, Hou Sheng has so many party members, wouldn't it be in danger if the King of Qi killed Hou Sheng?"

"You're right."

"Then why do you think that Prince Jian of Qi and others will lead the city to surrender?"

Fusu said leisurely.

"Back when Qin State attacked Zhao State, Yan State, and Wei State, King Qi not only failed to rescue them, but even took the opportunity to invade Yan State. Because of this old hatred, all countries would have stood by Qi State."

"Now, Chu and Yan are both dying, and they are unable to help Qi. In addition, due to the isolation of the terrain, aiding Qi is tantamount to self-inflicted harm."

"Without external force, the people of Qi would have been in prison. And my original intention in issuing the edict was to make the two 'kings' of Qi jealous of each other."

"So, Shen Yu, what you said is right. The King of Qi does not have the ability and courage to kill his successor. However, one of them must die."

The young master understood what he meant.

"Young Master is saying that the King of Qi may not kill Hou Sheng, but Hou Sheng will kill the king!"

As soon as the word "regicide" was uttered, Shen Yu's face turned green.

"If this is really the case, Qi will be in chaos."

Fusu looked calm.

"When the time comes, if we continue to lure and win, he will surrender."

As he was talking, someone suddenly came over to report.

"Sir, something bad has happened. King Qi suddenly passed away."

Fusu asked the communications soldier again.

"What about Hou Sheng?"

"It is Hou Sheng who sent the envoy to report."

Shen Yu felt that the young master was strange.

"Young Master has a wonderful plan, and I admire him."

"You learn quickly from others, and you know how to flatter your master."

Shen Yu lowered his head.

There is something in the young master's words, and his heart is like a bronze mirror.

After following Chi Wu for a long time, Shen Yu became thick-skinned.
"My subordinates are just adding fuel to the flames and promoting good things. Besides, it would be strange for the young master to not have three wives and four concubines."

　The last sentence, I hate those who ask for a single heroine in historical literature.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)