How many people are there in Chu State...
Looking into the distance, Feng Yun was in a trance.
Looking at the busy traffic, the prosperous place, and the red fields all over, I unconsciously seem to be overlooking the years. Due to the evil of being captured, my heart is also missing a mouthful, letting out the turbid energy and gaining clarity.
"The Kingdom of Chu... is a good place. It has a long road and a vast expanse of land. It has opened up a vast expanse of land from the wilderness. It has nurtured the southern people to thrive and led to civilization. The eyes of its people have been endless from ancient times to the present."
"Tens of thousands, endless?"
Zhaoyang was slightly stunned with a cold face and lowered his head.
"Master Feng is worthy of being famous all over the country. Even our country of Chu has many virtuous and famous gentlemen."
Zhaoyang led the horse and headed towards the Chu Palace.
At this time, the escort team came from the front, and the Chu people around them gave way.
The leader of the group paid homage to Mr. Feng, "Goodbye Mr. Feng. Mr. Chu ordered me to invite Mr. Feng to go to the Palace of Classical Records of the State of Chu to stay temporarily. When the king and Dr. Sun discuss the matter of water control and diversion, please invite Mr. Feng again..."
Feng Yun is familiar with the name Sun Shuao...
Shun was born in the countryside... Guan Yiwu was raised as a scholar, Sun Shu'ao was raised in the sea... Therefore, when Heaven is about to assign a great responsibility to a person, he must first...
“Their mind and will are strained, their muscles and bones are strained, their skin is hungry, their bodies are depleted, and their actions are disturbed by their actions. Therefore, if they are tempted to endure, they have benefited what they could not do..."
"What is Mr. Feng talking about?" The man asked when he saw Feng Yun whispering and it was difficult to hear his voice.
Feng Yun shook his head gently.
"Nothing, please ask someone to lead the way."
"please."
"etc……"
Zhaoyang waved the man away, clasped his fists and said to Feng Yun: "The strategy of a country is ahead, Zhaoyang has no choice but to capture Lord Feng and return him to Chu. This time Zhaoyang enters the palace and will do his best to protect Lord Feng in Chu."
There was some hope in Zhaoyang's eyes.
Feng Yun knew clearly that this was an invitation to serve in the Chu Kingdom.
Feng Yun asked back: "Commander, look at this prosperous capital of Ying. I, an outsider, am amazed at this prosperous capital. I know very little about its rules. How can I live and work in peace and contentment right now?"
"Moreover, Lord Chu also invited me to live in the Palace of Classics. Why is this?"
Without waiting for Zhaoyang to answer, Feng Yun said: "This is because Lord Chu doesn't know Yu either. He only knows that Yu used to be a keeper of history and slept in a pile of books."
Fengjun was politely rejecting Zhaoyang, and at the same time told Zhaoyang that Chu State was Chujun's place, and it was Chujun who could really make the decision.
After Zhaoyang heard this, he bowed silently to Feng Yun, and then handed the reins to the previous person.
"Zhaoyang bids farewell to Mr. Feng for now."
Feng Yun felt a little strange, looking at Zhaoyang's retreating figure with doubts in his eyes.
The soldiers on the side looked at him and explained: "Sima is a person in the Chu Kingdom who highly respects the virtues of Lord Feng."
As he said this, the scholar led the horse.
"This horse is Sima's war horse. If Sima hadn't personally delivered it to Yu, Yu would never have dared to get close."
After Feng Yun heard this, he looked at the black horse. It had a strong body and a shiny luster...
Soon, the painted red door of the Chu State Classics Palace came into view.
Looking at the eaves and walls... compared to the other countries Feng Yun had seen, the Classics Palace of Chu State was more than ten times larger.
"Fengjun, there are ten halls in the Chu Kingdom's Palace of Classical Books, divided into categories."
"The king ordered to treat Lord Feng with the courtesy of an official, so Lord Feng can stay temporarily in the side hall, where he can see the books in the first to ninth halls, and there will be six slaves, four servants to serve him day and night, plus eight guards, to accompany Lord Feng when he goes out... "
When he stepped into the Palace of Classical Books, he was surrounded by countless people who took out a silk book and handed it to Feng Yun.
"This is an order. Lord Feng can use this as his identity in Chu State. I hope Lord Feng will keep it under his personal care."
Feng Yun looked pale and coughed a few times. The chill in his waist was really cold.
"Then I would like to thank Mr. Chu for the hospitality, and I would also like to thank you for your guidance. However, I am ill and cannot go see these placements one by one for the time being. Please feel free to invite me."
When Na Shi heard the sound, he smiled and bent down.
"It's because I was stupid and didn't see that Feng Jun was tired, so I arranged for him to rest now."
Immediately, he turned around and said to a group of servants who were coming: "Go, quickly prepare for Lord Feng..."
"promise!"
He relied on his power and treated his servants very proudly.
From now on, Feng Yun could also see some of the situation in Chu State.
Just like when he was in Yuyue, Sergeant Fan once said that he was from Jingchu, but because of the dictatorship of the Chu State, it was difficult for ordinary people to become officials, so he went to Yuyue to find a livelihood.
From this point of view, it is indeed true.
When entering the side hall, the scholar complimented Feng Yun a few more words and prepared to leave.
Feng Yun said: "I don't know how my barbarian's attendant is, whether he can enter the palace of classics. It's convenient for me to use him."
Na Shi hurriedly said that he would ask Commander Zhaoyang. Feng Yun nodded, and Na Shi slowly retreated.
Feng Yun breathed out a cold breath and was about to take off his clothes. When he looked at the injury on his waist, he saw two servants coming forward and looking at them. The girls had thin faces, both of them were no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.
"If you can, go ahead and boil some ginger water."
"No." The two looked at each other with some anxiety in their eyes, but they also stepped back.
In this way, Feng Yun had to sit down.
"Mr. Chu, you probably won't kill me, but I... have no intention of becoming an official."
Feng Yun did not ask Zhaoyang about the praise.
He knew very well that if Baoxiang died in Yangyue, Yangyue and Hubei would definitely fight, giving Chu an opportunity that must not be missed.
This is the future of a country. Chu State can only do this in order to expand.
"I don't know who did this. It's really unethical..."
Fighting for profit, people's hearts are hypocritical, and the land they gain will also gain the country. If it is not implemented, it will eventually collapse. If this poisonous strategy is exposed, in this era where "Zhou Rites" is the country, it will be attacked by a group of people.
"The policy of harming people and harming the country is too ruthless. Even if he kills all the outsiders who know about it, how can he deceive himself? Why don't he kill himself too?"
"Uh..." Feng Yun carefully reviewed Pan Baoxiang's death and also checked the injuries.
At this time, the white and tender waist was covered in blue and purple, faintly filled with coldness, and looked like a spirit turtle.
"It is almost the same as the cold poison in Mr. Ouye's waist, but it has Yu Qiang's Dao Yun, Dao Yun, and spirituality in it. It can now be called a big poison."
"And this spirit is controlled by someone."
Zhaoyang…
Although it was said that the poison was created unconsciously, or Zhaoyang didn't know what a poison was at all, according to what Feng Yun had learned, it was a poison.
The cold Gu seals a person's kidney energy and interrupts the movement of the five elements. In addition, this Yu Qiang Taoist rhyme and stagnation of Xuan Wen Qi make it difficult for him to use strange techniques.
However, Zhaoyang, who used this technique, was afraid that he would not feel comfortable at this time, and both parties would suffer losses.
"Fengjun, Jiang Shui is here..."
The servant brought the tray, placed the pot and pottery bowl on the low table beside the couch, and slowly poured the tea.
Feng Yun looked at the ginger water and passed it over...
Take a sniff in front of your nose, stare slightly, cough lightly, and put down the water as if nothing happened.
"These months are the peach production season. I wonder if they are available in Chu country?"
Hearing the sound, the servant nodded.
"Then go find some."
"promise."
After the servant left, Feng Yun picked up the jar and took a sniff.
"There is poison on the bowl, but luckily nothing happens in the jar."
Feng Yun wrote the "Shen Nong Baicao Jing". Although he did not know all of the more than 100 medicines in the book, he was familiar with their medicinal properties. Just one smell and he knew they were poisonous.
At this time, it can be regarded as an avoidance.
I just don’t know who did it.
At this time, Long Yuan was captured by Zhao Yang, and Feng Yun could only stretch out his hand, bite the flesh lightly, blood dripped out, and fell into the jar...
A weak Wen Qi emerged, and Feng Yun frowned slightly, but still used all his strength to use this small amount of Qi to transform the ginger in the ginger tea and emerge the Yang of Yimu.
Reaching out into the jar, above the wound, the yang of the armor and wood turned into Gu, and merged into the blood, flowing to the heart.
"There is a small fire in the heart, which is weak but cannot be extinguished. At this time, using the Yang of Yimu to burn it can also relieve the urgent need..."
"But to cure it fundamentally, we need to make a peach Gu, use the yang of Wu earth to destroy the yin of Guishui, remove the root of the disease, and then use the yang of Jiamu to burn the heart of Dinghuo and warm the body with fire. Only then can we resolve this Yu Qiang Cold Gu.”
"call…"
Because of the sun of Yimu, Feng Yun's body was much warmer at this time, and the cold pain in his waist was alleviated. At this time, he lay gently on the couch and took a light sleep.
"Fengjun, Tao is here..."
On the table, the bowl of poisonous ginger water was poured back into the jar by Feng Yun, while the servant seemed to have disappeared and just put the peach end on the table.
"Let's go."
"promise."
Although he said he was leaving, the servant was still waiting outside the door. Feng Yun could see him. Another servant outside the door peeked in, seeming to be looking at Feng Yun's face and the ginger water on the table.
Feng Yun picked up the peach and saw that it was clean and non-toxic, so he nibbled it gently.
This fresh peach alone cannot cure the cold poison, it can only quench thirst.
…
At the same time, in Chujun’s palace——
"Sima, can those armored soldiers ensure that nothing is leaked about this plan?"
In the palace, Zhaoyang was sitting on the banquet, a few feet away from Lord Chu. There were red paint screens all around, and candlesticks were swaying, illuminating the entire palace.
Beside Mr. Chu is a short and stocky man. His face is honest, his posture is rigorous and meticulous, and he seems to have the air of a gentleman.
But up close, it looks more like it's being held up by a shelf, trying to show off its power.
He looked at Zhaoyang, and what he just said was what this person asked.
Zhaoyang had already taken off the helmet on his head at this time, and his bun was slightly loose. Only then could he see some white strands in his hair, showing that he was slightly in his thirties.
When he answered, his face was cold and solemn, like a cypress tree in the wind and snow, tall and strong.
"Most of the soldiers in the armor are dead soldiers, and the rest are all my own soldiers. If there is any leakage, you can blame it all on me!"
"Fei Wuji, why do you need to ask!"
Fei Wuji, a senior official in the state of Chu.
And Zhaoyang, Sima of Chu State, was also a high official.
At this time, Zhaoyang looked at Wu She coldly, with disgust in his eyes without any concealment.
When Fei Wuji heard this, he turned his eyes and had a simple and honest smile on his face.
"Sima, please remember this time..."
"Stop." Lord Chu sat upright and spoke to stop Fei Wuji. When Fei Wuji saw this, a chill ran down his back and he said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, it was my fault that I made a mistake. I also wanted to let Dr. Wu She's plan go. It can work."
Fei Wuji bowed in submission.
Chu Jun was silent.
Zhaoyang said indifferently: "Doctor Wu She's plan is not to use praise as bait."
"This..." Fei Wuji was still about to take it off.
"That's enough..." A look of exhaustion flashed in Chu Jun's eyes, but it was fleeting and his majesty was untouchable.
Neither of them dared to say anything more.
"Keep this matter deep in your heart...the group of armored soldiers will disperse to the south, to the border with Yelang, and guard them. They will be treated kindly by their families and will not be recruited for ten years."
Chu Jun made arrangements, and Zhaoyang and Fei Wuji agreed.
Fei Wuji said even more flatteringly: "Your Excellency is a great virtue."
Chu Jun did not respond, but said to Zhaoyang: "Sima, I heard that you met Feng Jun when you were catching Baoxiang."
Zhaoyang nodded, Chu Jun secretly felt pain, holding his forehead in pain, and said: "It's also luck... Feng Jun... Feng Jun, ugh..."
Chu Jun closed his eyes, seeming to be deep in thought.
Fei Wuji on the side wanted to remonstrate.
Chu Jun patted the desk and said, "Let's wait for now. Chu State naturally treats Feng Jun with courtesy."
After Zhaoyang heard this, he wanted to recommend Feng Yun to the Lord of Chu to serve as an official.
Chu Jun shook his head.
"Fengjun's greatest virtue is to control floods, but our country of Chu already has Sun Shuao."
Seeing Zhaoyang, he still wanted to talk, but Chu Jun said something else.
"Sima, I heard that you are injured, but this war cannot be delayed. You should go back to recover from your injuries. This time, I will fight in person."
"No!" Zhaoyang said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, how can I let you go to this surprise attack?"
"Report, General Jingyang is back!"
Hearing this, the three people in the palace looked towards the door. The information about Jingyang's return could determine the future trend.
"Your Majesty!" Jingyang entered the palace and immediately bowed: "Baoxiang led the armored soldiers to explore the border of Yangyue and Guangdong, but was discovered by the Yangyue defenders and was killed by random arrows!"
"Okay!" Fei Wuji was overjoyed and immediately looked at Mr. Chu.
Chu Jun closed his eyes and sighed.
"We grieve for the loss of Lord Bao, wait for the opportunity of Chu, and march out in full force!"
Chu Jun patted the table and left, stood tall, drew his sword and said: "Admiral Jingyang, I ordered you to bring an army of 20,000 to attack from the flank, so I attacked Yangguo and pointed my sword at Yangyue!"
Zhaoyang frowned, but at this moment, the king was in high spirits, how could he persuade him.
Queen...
"Mr. Sun Shuao, please wait a moment."
Outside the palace, Sun Shuao, who had earlier talked with the king about water affairs, returned home and looked at the visitor and chuckled a few times.
Sun Shuao was short and had a kind face. He was smiling in a friendly manner, but Fei Wuji was completely different from him.
And the title of sir...
At this time, before Zhaoyang, Sun Shuao was just a minor flood control official and a sergeant.
"Sima is here for Lord Feng's business?"
Hearing this, Zhaoyang nodded, but then shook his head.
"More, more..." Thinking that Sun Shuao didn't know about Baoxiang, and not wanting to get involved any more, Zhaoyang frowned coldly and said: "Sir, Baojun of the E Kingdom was killed by Yang Yue. At this time, the Lord wants to conquer it personally. , invade Yangguo, wait for the opportunity during the war between E and Yangyue, and destroy Yangyue in one fell swoop..."
Tell Sun Shuao everything about today's events, except Bao Xiang's death.
Sun Shuao's eyes were slightly sad. He had expected something, but he did not dare to ask deeply. He only said: "King, how powerful is it? Sima has not said how to surrender, so what can I do?"
"Sir... Your Majesty trusts you and knows your virtue." Zhaoyang invited again.
Sun Shuao waved his hand and said: "There are many virtuous people in the world, but few can see the truth clearly. The king re-uses me because I know what the king needs me to do, and I can continue to stay by the king's side because I I have always done what the king needs me to do, and will not go beyond that.”
"I am a minister of internal affairs, how can I tell you about the expedition?"
"Perhaps, if you ask me to formulate military policies for an army, I can complete it, or if you ask me to lead troops to fight, I can also find a favorable terrain and situation. But let me persuade, the situation is very good at this time, and the king who wants to fight If I don’t conquer it myself, this is not something I can do.”
"After all, this battle is a great achievement. It is a rare opportunity for Chu to open up the world in the east."
"This..." Zhaoyang said sadly.
Sun Shuao didn't say——
Such achievements are rarely matched by the Chu kings in the past dynasties. How could the Chu king give in at this time?
Moreover, this is also the king’s warning.
I can’t do too much merit.
Especially at this time when the powerful and powerful people in Chu State are under dictatorship, making Chu Jun wary...
Sun Shuao looked at it and thought for a moment: "Sima Mo is anxious, maybe you can ask another person."
"Compared to me, who has just become an official and has never been close to a king, this man has already engaged in many countries, has extensive diplomacy, and is regarded as the prime minister by the kings of many countries. Even Yangyue, which is opposite to the Chu State, has to worship the virtue of his words."
Zhaoyang suddenly realized.
"But...will Mr. Feng agree?"
(End of chapter)
