Jin Bi introduced his strategy for the next month to Lord Xinling: Since the peace agreement is about to be completed and our army's task is to maintain a stalemate for a month, then we will honestly maintain a stalemate for a month and don't make any other plans. Putting on a tight defensive posture, on the one hand, it warned the Qin people not to attack, and on the other hand, it also hinted to the Qin people, I will not come out to attack you.
Jin Bi pointed out that staying in a stalemate for one month is not actually the most difficult thing, but what to do after the most difficult month! The army will be disbanded in a month, so preparations should be made now for disbanding the army, including the necessary documents. Lord Xinling didn't understand what needed to be done to disband the army, so he had no choice but to listen to Jin Bi. Jin Bi said, if we don't prepare the documents now, it will definitely be too late by then; but if we prepare the documents now, once it gets out, how can the soldiers still be interested in fighting?
Therefore, Jin Bi suggested to Lord Xinling: "I would like the young master to set up a secret place in Huayang City. If any of you are able to write, I will have a copy of the written documents ready for you."
Lord Xinling said: "Here you go! Bamboo slips, pens and ink, documents, etc..."
Jin Bi said: "The master of the slips and slips of the State of Wei can lead the army in Wei. But his writing and ink are all carried by the literary officials..."
Mr. Xinling said cheerfully: "There are quite a few people in Mo's house who have prepared some black or elixirs. The pens... maybe only a dozen or so."
Jin Bi said: "Please also ask Prime Minister Wei to prepare for the matter. If you are unable to do so, please help me! The document... Mr. Mang may know about it. If you have any doubts, you can consult Mr. Xiao."
Lord Xinling seemed to be very happy that he had something to do, and proposed several locations in succession. After discussion, the three of them settled on Bai's Car Shop outside the north gate.
Then the content of the document was discussed. Since things were uncertain, it was decided that this unified writing would only include relatively fixed contents, leaving space for unfixed contents for future writing. Da Zhi calculated that it was impossible for Daliang to send out 100,000 slips. Even if there were, they would not be transported to the army. The movement would be too great and the meaning of confidentiality would be lost. In the end, it was decided to write a thousand official official slips, and the names of the remaining people should be written in silk and attached as attachments. This would roughly ensure that every hundred people would have one official slip.
In the heated discussion, the three of them finished their dinner, and Lord Xinling happily took the guests back to the city. After entering the city, Lord Xinling found Mr. Zhongyue and explained Jin Bi's plan and the implementation details discussed by the three. Mr. Zhongyue listened very carefully, and then said: "Rong Chen thinks about it."
Lord Xinling said: "The doctor will write a policy to enter the country tonight. If there are no other changes, the Wei Jian will arrive in one or two days..."
Mr. Zhongyue said: "Those who come to Huayang with the king are mostly martial arts scholars and few literary people. Or should we call others into the city? How many words are there? How many people are needed to write them? They all need to be specified one by one. And they need to be carefully surveyed. Bai's chariots must be positioned in order to set up guards... All these must be properly prepared before they can be hindered. Mr. Zhang is seriously ill and difficult to support, and the affairs of the army..."
Lord Xinling quickly bowed his head and said, "Thank you for your hard work, sir. However, the matter is so big that I have to work hard, sir."
Mr. Zhongyue said: "When I was young, I went to Bai's car dealership with Mr. Cao to observe the situation in detail and then make a plan. Regarding the paperwork... let Wei Zhe make a thorough calculation first, and Mr. Mang will help him."
Lord Xinling saluted and said, "Mr. Shilao, I feel uneasy!" Zhongyue resigned immediately. Lord Xinling went to visit Zhang Ye again. Zhang Ye ate medicinal porridge during the day and sweated. The fever subsided for a while, but the fever returned at night, accompanied by bouts of chills. Lord Xinling ran to the hall, personally brought the new quilt given by Mr. Wei's family, and covered Zhang Nou with sweat. Zhang He said some words of guilt, Lord Xinling said some words of comfort, Mr. Zhong Yue's disciples brought medicine and watched Zhang He drink it. Leave each other.
When he went to bed at night, Mr. Xinling felt a little cold, but he didn't care. These days, I always feel a little cold when I first fall asleep. When I feel very sleepy, I fall asleep, and when I fall asleep, I am not cold anymore.
I don’t know how long it took to pass like this in a daze, but there was a strong wind outside the window. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew open the door, and Xiao Nu and Gai Nie who were sleeping next to the door were awakened. Mr. Xinling also got up. The three of them worked together to close the door and bolt it, barely able to close the door. But the strong wind still stubbornly blew the door open a crack, and the cold air rushed in mercilessly. Then I heard Mr. Zhongyue shouting "Put out the fire!" "Mars!" "Pure, pee quickly!" After a while of busy work, Mr. Zhongyue ran to the door of the East Pavilion and shouted: "Is your Majesty okay? "
At this time, the straw spread on the floor as a mattress in the room had been blown all over the sky, and the three of them hid in a corner that was slightly sheltered from the wind, shivering. Upon hearing Mr. Zhongyue's question, Lord Xinling had no choice but to walk to the door despite the wind and said loudly: "Mr. Cheng is worried, he is all alone!" Mr. Zhongyue left.
The straw was blown away, but the quilt was still there. Mr. Xinling picked up the quilt and came to the corner. The three of them crowded together, hugging the thin quilt, and sat leaning on each other until dawn.
In the strong wind, even the drums of the Jujun seemed very sharp. Lord Xinling lifted the quilt, moved his stiffened limbs, and stood up. But as soon as he stood up, he felt that his eyes were dark, his legs were weak, his whole body was weak, and he fell to the ground again. Xiao Nu and Gai Nie both screamed. Although Lord Xinling was sitting powerlessly, he stopped their shouting very sternly: "Quiet!" He tried to turn over and kneel, then kneel straight again, and then stood up. It was a little better, and he could barely stand. After standing still for a moment, Lord Xinling walked towards the door.
The wind was still blowing against the door violently, and the door bolt made a creaking sound. Lord Xinling tried to unbolt the door, but failed. Xiao Nu and Gai Nie came up to help, and then pulled out the door bolt. A strong gust of wind blew the door open, and everything in the room was ruthlessly stirred.
Lord Xinling walked out of the door, letting the strong wind blow on his body, clenching his fists again, trying hard to find the strength in his body, trying his best to support himself not to fall. But my whole body felt weak, my head was dizzy, my eyes were dizzy, and my stomach felt like vomiting. He had no choice but to take a step back and lean against the door. Xiao Nu and Gai Nie worriedly surrounded him.
When Mr. Zhongyue saw what was going on here, he ran over quickly, saluted at the foot of the steps and said, "Is your Majesty okay?"
Lord Xinling struggled to stand up straight and answer, but was unable to do so and could not even make a sound. Mr. Zhongyue knew something was wrong and hurried up the steps. Lord Xinling said weakly: "Sir, please don't make any noise!"
Mr. Zhongyue came up to take a look and found that Lord Xinling was pale and sweating on his forehead. He whispered, "Sit down!" Lord Xinling sat down as instructed. Mr. Zhongyue called Xiao Nu and Gai Nie back to the house and sat down himself. From a distance, it seemed that the two of them were discussing something. Zhongyue took Lord Xinling's hand, touched it back and forth, took his pulse again, and said, "I'm tired from the inside and feel the wind and cold from the outside. I'll be fine if I take a rest." He turned around and left, and when he returned to the room, he ordered a disciple to find some ginger and dates. Jian Shui, the other disciples went out of the city to dig some kudzu.
The wind was too strong and it was difficult to light the fire. Mr. Zhongyue and his disciples went to the steps behind the lobby to block the strong wind before raising the fire.
The ginger and jujube soup was boiling. Mr. Zhongyue poured out a bowl and held it in front of him so that Lord Xinling could drink it first. Lord Xinling drank a bowl of it warmly, feeling warmer and feeling better. Many of the disciples also discovered that there was something wrong with Lord Xinling and came to inquire, but Lord Xinling told them not to say anything and asked the disciples to leave the house and form arrays normally.
As the three-way drum sounded, Mr. Xinling reluctantly walked to the door and stayed inside the door. He only let Mr. Zhongyue go out and complete the daily roll call with Mr. Liang Wei. The three divisions came over to report the troop assembly situation, and Mr. Zhongyue responded one by one. Then the Third Division and Mr. Liang Wei went to the Central Army to attend a regular meeting. Mr. Zhongyue hurried back and found that Lord Xinling could not move forward.
As the sky gets brighter, the wind gradually subsides. Mr. Zhongyue and a group of retainers helped Mr. Xinling to the door of the East Pavilion and sat beside the door to rest. The guests gathered around Lord Xinling, and Mr. Zhongyue said: "There is no one else above you, but I am tired from military service and feel the wind and cold again at night. It is not a serious problem. It will heal with a little care." Lord Xinling also comforted them one by one. Send all the diners away.
The disciple who was sent to dig kudzu came back. Mr. Zhongyue hurried over and instructed the disciples to clean and pound the juice, and then asked the disciples to make ginger and jujube soup. Some ginger-date soup was mixed with kudzu juice and served to Lord Xinling to drink.
Taking advantage of the calm wind, Xiaonu had gathered the straw indoors and spread them in the wind-sheltered corner. After drinking the medicine, Mr. Zhongyue asked Mr. Xinling to go into the room and sleep again. Lord Xinling struggled and refused. He wanted to wait until the Third Division and the others came back and reported today's work. Mr. Zhongyue did not force him and asked him to sit quietly in front of the East Pavilion gate. He arranged for the guests to prepare breakfast, and even went to visit Zhang Zhuo in his room. Zhang Zhuo heard that Lord Xinling was also ill, so he struggled hard and came to visit. The two comforted each other.
Seeing that Lord Xinling seemed to be fine, Gai Nie went to practice martial arts at the foot of the stairs. Both men liked this and forgot about their illness for a moment, focusing on Ganie's training. Seeing this, the two of them couldn't help but admire Gai Nie. Gai Nie's training methods were both heard from hearsay, observed by himself, and taught by this gentleman and that gentleman. However, Gai Nie was able to connect them together and initially formed a training system. Practice step by step. Mr. Xinling became interested and wanted to stop when he stood up. However, he immediately felt dizzy as soon as he stood up, so he had to sit down again. Zhang He slept all day. Although he had a fever, he was in good spirits. He came out with great interest and practiced with Gai Nie. But after a while I got tired and had to go back to the door and become an audience. After looking at it for a while, Zhang Noi said: "Your Majesty has a sword still with me. I gave it to you to strengthen your conduct!"
Lord Xinling said: "The sword is a gentleman's weapon. How can I get it from my little son? I'll wait for the day to come."
Zhang Nou thought about it and said: "It is a disaster rather than a blessing for a man to hold a jade. The same goes for a child holding a sword. This sword is of no use to me, so please offer it to me."
Lord Xinling said: "Yes! I gave my sword to Brother Zeng, but I haven't had a sword yet. When you returned to Daliang, you didn't ask for a sword for me..." The two of them smiled, and Zhang Nou went to get the sword. Lord Xinling Said: "It's so urgent!"
Zhang Ye said: "I have worked hard on my muscles and bones, and I feel sick. Now I am quiet, and I go to get it. If it is urgent, it will not be enough."
Just as Zhang Ye was returning to his room, Sansi came back from the meeting.
