Zhao Ying didn't know that he had somehow gained a wave of favor from his uncle. At this time, he was sitting in a restaurant, looking calmly at the street below.
This is the only way to go to Xianyang Palace.
Although it was after the first snowfall, the streets were still a little slippery, but at this time, there were still many people gathered on both sides of the streets. Although Fusu's return was not made with much fanfare or prior notice, the news that the eldest son Fusu was about to return to Xianyang to plead for the people still spread.
Just like the sudden heavy snowfall, it was silent but fell all over Xianyang overnight.
From time to time, someone walks to the street, stands on tiptoes, and looks around.
Zhao Ying was sitting in the restaurant, watching the farce coldly.
Obviously, someone is secretly fueling the fire. Otherwise, how could the news spread so quickly about this supposedly confidential matter? Even some ignorant people know that this afternoon, the eldest son Fusu, who is benevolent, loving, and generous, We are going back to Xianyang today, and we are waiting on both sides of the road early despite the severe cold?
But this time, Xianyang Palace remained silent.
He seemed unaware of everything outside the palace.
At three o'clock in the morning, the crisp sound of horse hooves finally sounded in the distance, and an ordinary carriage finally appeared in everyone's sight.
Although there is no specification for using a four-horse carriage, Zhao Ying's eyesight is now several times that of ordinary people. He has already clearly seen the unique sign of the eldest son's mansion on the carriage, and also saw the groom sitting on the shaft. , it is my own Aweng's groom Han.
Han seemed to be startled by the scene on the street, and the carriage slowed down a bit.
Probably the people on the carriage noticed the change in the speed of the carriage, and seemed to lift the curtain and ask something, and then the carriage gradually slowed down.
The moment the car curtain opened, Zhao Ying had confirmed that the person sitting in the car was his cheap dad.
The eldest son of Da Qin is back after all!
He couldn't say he was angry about Fusu's return, but he couldn't say he liked it either.
Although he greatly admired those who dared to plead for the people regardless of risk in his previous life, these people obviously did not include Fusu at this time.
He always felt that his cheap father was like a stupid spore, with plenty of blood, firm beliefs, and enough benevolence and courage in his heart, but he just lacked political wisdom.
Those who are too naive should go to Haoshou to teach and educate people, or go to the court and be a direct minister who dares to be the first in the world, but he became the eldest son of Qin Dynasty.
The carriage approached slowly. Wherever it passed, the people along the street stood in silence and saluted deeply at the carriage.
Fusu didn't get out of the car, didn't open the car curtain, and just drove quietly through the street.
When I walked down to the restaurant, I seemed to feel something. I opened the car curtain and looked up. I happened to meet Zhao Ying's eyes. Zhao Ying's face was calm and he slightly arched his hands downwards.
Fusu nodded lightly, and then lowered the car curtain.
The carriage rolled straight to the gate of Xianyang Palace, watched by the welcoming people along the street.
Behind him, there were thousands of Guizhou chiefs waiting for him to request orders from His Majesty, and he did not dare to delay.
As the carriage passed by, many people slowly dispersed, but some people gathered not far outside Xianyang Palace, seemingly waiting for news about the eldest son, or perhaps wanting to meet the eldest son.
Zhao Ying didn't dare to be interested in these things, so he stood up to pay the bill, walked down from the restaurant, and walked back leisurely.
…
Xianyang City.
Every inch of land is valuable, especially the courtyards near Xianyang Palace, which are even more valuable. The residents are either rich or noble.
The residence of Zhang Liang, a descendant of the late Han Xiangguo, is in a small courtyard not far away. Although this small courtyard is not big, it is quite elegant.
This is not an asset he purchased himself, but an asset that someone willingly gave to him when he came to Xianyang this time. Since he planned the assassination of the First Emperor a few years ago and escaped unscathed, he has become famous and has become a hero in the eyes of the remnants of the Six Nations.
This time, he is willing to take risks alone, and naturally he will need the help of caring people.
After Zhang Liang arrived here, he did not shy away from others, and sometimes even visited some royal nobles who were former Korean guests living in Xianyang. However, few people visited his small courtyard.
However, we have a guest today.
Judging from the age of this man, he was about forty, with rich clothes, short beard and sideburns, a high nose, and lightning-like eyes. Unlike ordinary nobles who wore long swords on their waists, his sword was not on his waist, but on his back.
This sword is wide and big, much longer than ordinary swords.
Therefore, although this man has an ordinary appearance, he has a calm and majestic demeanor sitting there. Even in front of the graceful and noble Zhang Liang, he does not fall behind at all.
However, this person obviously respected Zhang Liang very much. When he listened to Zhang Liang's words, he leaned forward slightly and his eyes were full of asking for advice.
"...This is a conspiracy. Although the eldest son Fusu is talented, he has the kindness of a woman. Qingshipi is where he often goes to help. The local people call him the son, kiss him, and respect him. Like a brother and a father. With his nature, even if he knew that this trip was far-reaching and dangerous, he would still not be able to bear the innocent slaughter of those local Guizhou leaders, so he came in person, so it was naturally expected——"
Having said this, Zhang Liang smiled slightly.
"What's more, we are not the only ones who want the eldest son to return to Xianyang. Among the people in the government and the public, there are as many people as crucian carp crossing the river who want the First Emperor and the eldest son to completely break - Liangzhi's plan is just for everyone It’s just a suitable excuse, otherwise, Gai Jun would think that we, the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, could enter Xianyang so smoothly..."
The middle-aged man opposite couldn't help but look stunned when he heard this.
"So, whether the First Emperor is willing or not, he must respond to the eldest son's return to Beijing this time. The eldest son's hope of ascending to the throne of prince will probably be cut off from now on..."
Having said this, Zhang Liang smiled slightly.
"With Fusu's withdrawal, the person who takes the position will naturally be the Eighteenth Young Master. It can be said that everyone is happy. It is a good thing for us and all the kings in the court..."
When the middle-aged man opposite heard this, he couldn't help but frown slightly and looked at this young man who was famous all over the world with some confusion.
"In this case, wouldn't it be superfluous and unnecessary for Gai to come?"
Zhang Liang smiled slightly when he heard this and shook his head gently.
"No -"
As Zhang Liang spoke, he picked up the teapot and personally filled a cup of tea for the middle-aged man in front of him.
"If Mr. Gai can succeed in this trip, then the First Emperor will have no way out from now on. Moreover, with his tyrannical nature, he will definitely carry out mass killings, especially crazy revenge on the nobles of the six kingdoms' hometown. In this way, those who are pushing The short-sighted people who have lost their vitality under the order of grace and have no time to take care of themselves will inevitably stick together again and work together to fight, then the remaining poison of the order of grace can be cured..."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man opposite could not help but raise his head and look in awe at this young man who looked as gentle as jade.
"Zhang Jun is indeed as wise as the sea and unfathomable. He is worthy of being a descendant of Han Xiangguo..."
Zhang Liang chuckled.
"You are so complimentary, Mr. Gai, Liang is just taking advantage of the situation. On this trip, remember to retreat with one blow, and you don't have to strive for success..."
The middle-aged man whom he called Mr. Gai couldn't help but frown when he heard this, with a hint of displeasure on his face. Seeing that he seemed puzzled, Zhang Liang explained with a smile.
"Jun Gai possesses unique skills. He still has such a useful body to plan for great things. How can he be sacrificed here so easily? The eldest son, Fusu, is like Xianyang. In fact, he is already a useless person. There is nothing to worry about. Even if you can't do this on this trip, If it succeeds, it won’t be a big problem, and the effect won’t be too different - I have already arranged the manpower, and I will escort you out of Xianyang when the time comes..."
The middle-aged man known as Gai Jun's face brightened slightly and he nodded heavily.
"Gai will obey Zhang Jun's orders in everything—"
…
After the discussion, the middle-aged man stood up and said goodbye.
Zhang Liang sent him out of the hospital in person. Looking at the crowds not far away, which were still noisy and lingering on the street and refused to disperse, he couldn't help but have a smile on his lips. He stopped and bowed to the middle-aged man.
"Goodbye, Mr. Gai, take care - Liang is not far away..."
"Zhang Jun stays -"
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he also bowed deeply, turned around and was about to leave. He didn't notice that in the crowd, a tall and upright young man suddenly stopped, with an imperceptible smile on his lips.
Zhang Jun, Liang——
Zhang Liang!
Zhao Ying, who had just stepped out of the restaurant and was walking back unhurriedly, was now more than 1.9 meters tall. He stood out like a chicken in the street and had a wide field of vision. He naturally saw Zhang Liang and the man named Gaijun who were walking out of the alley. The middle-aged man even paid special attention to it.
There was no way, whether it was Zhang Liang who was as gentle as jade, rich and graceful, or the so-called Gai Jun who was carrying a broad sword and Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, who was like a peerless swordsman, they all stood out among this mediocre crowd. He couldn't think of it. It’s hard to pay attention.
But he was only slightly curious and didn't look at her for long.
Xianyang is the capital of the Qin Dynasty. There are talented people and strangers, just like the crucian carp crossing the river. It is not surprising to see one or two outstanding people occasionally.
But who told him that his physical fitness was so enhanced now? As long as he paid attention, he could almost hear the drop of a needle from dozens of feet away. Therefore, even though they were dozens of steps away, he still subconsciously captured these two Key words.
So, it’s Zhang Liang!
The Zhang Liang who once assassinated the First Emperor and later helped the Han Emperor Liu Bang to dominate the world. Liu Bang publicly admitted that "I am not as good as Zhang Liang in strategizing."
He suddenly didn't notice that his first subconscious thought at this time was not that he had met a talented person, but - I caught a big fish!
So, he turned around with a smile and strode towards the alley entrance where Zhang Liang was standing.
He was tall and burly, and there was no way he could hide it. Zhang Liang immediately spotted Zhao Ying striding towards him. As a counselor with a heavy responsibility and entered Xianyang alone, it was naturally impossible for him not to know Zhao Ying, the emperor's grandson who had become famous recently.
At this time, when he saw Zhao Ying walking towards him, he was a little confused about the situation. He could not help but frown slightly and calmly waved to the middle-aged man, telling him to leave quickly.
The middle-aged man did not dare to stay longer, lowered his head, and quickly blended into the crowd and disappeared. Zhao Ying didn't pay attention to him. The man was carrying a broad sword and walking steadily. Yuan Ting Yue Zhi showed that he was very skilled at first sight. He was now bare-handed. If someone really struggled to death, if someone hit him all at once, he wouldn't regret it. place.
This is an era when there are no antibiotics or anti-inflammatory drugs, and an injury or a cold may send you away.
What's more, there are too many people on the street now. Once you take action, it is very likely to cause chaos and cause some unnecessary casualties.
Anyway, now that they are aware of their existence and are in Xianyang, they are already like turtles in a urn. It is impossible to escape if they want to catch them.
Today's Great Qin, under Shang Jun's philosophy, has extremely strict control over the floating population. Let alone others, Shang Yang himself was in trouble back then.
There is no "Fu", "Experience" or "Zhuan", and want to take a stroll in Xianyang?
You will be sent to the government prison in a matter of minutes, and then the government will escort you to Lishan Mountain to repair the tomb!
"So Zhang Liang, a descendant of Han Xiangguo?"
Zhao Ying lowered his head and looked with interest at Zhang Liang, who was almost mythical in later generations.
Well, let me tell you something, this guy is really not lazy, he is as handsome as jade, handsome and graceful, and his appearance is almost as good as his own.
Zhang Liang calmly bowed to Zhao Ying.
"Liang met the emperor's eldest grandson..."
Zhao Ying couldn't help but grin, reaching out and touching Zhang Liang's head with a smile.
"You are Zhang Liang——"
Zhang Liang:......
Zhang Liang didn't expect Zhao Ying to act like this at all. He was startled at first, then his face turned red, and he glared angrily at Zhao Ying while struggling hard to break away from Zhao Ying's big hand.
After all, Zhao Ying's move was tantamount to public teasing and humiliation.
But with his little strength, how could he make a splash in Zhao Ying's hands?
"You, 伱-Liang asked yourself, if you have never offended the emperor's eldest grandson, why would the emperor's eldest grandson humiliate me..."
Looking at Zhang Liang, who was struggling hard in his hands, obviously angry with embarrassment, but had to suppress his anger, trying to reason with him, Zhao Ying suddenly smiled inexplicably.
These are the so-called Three Heroes of the Early Han Dynasty——
"Zhang Liang, right? Have you forgotten what happened in Bolangsha in the 29th year of the First Emperor's reign..."
When Zhang Liang heard this, his scalp went numb instantly, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom.
Assassinating the First Emperor would be a serious crime of genocide. Even the royal family and nobles of the old Korea might be implicated in the crime. Once the incident happened, don't think about it.
He looked with some difficulty at the young man in front of him who was looking down at him like a demon. His throat was dry and his tone was full of unwillingness.
"How do you know it was me……"
At this point, people are already fighting each other, and making false claims has no meaning.
Looking at Zhang Liang, who was as pale as a white rabbit and was in his hands, Zhao Ying smiled and let go of the big hand that was grabbing his head.
"Come with me..."
After saying that, he turned around and walked straight forward.
Behind him, Zhang Liang's face changed, but he finally lowered his head and followed up. He knew that even if he had all kinds of plans and plans, it would be of no use. Waiting for an opportunity to escape would only make him suffer more. It's just humiliation.
Aware of Zhang Liang's actions behind him, Zhao Ying couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
…
The eldest son's mansion.
study.
Zhao Ying did not speak, but looked calmly at Zhang Liang, who was famous and could be called the top strategist of this era. It was not until Zhang Liang lowered his head in embarrassment and did not dare to look at him that he said calmly.
"Who was that person with you just now..."
Zhang Liang remained silent.
Zhao Ying did not rush him, but then pulled a piece of plain cloth, picked up what looked like a burnt wooden stick on the side, and scratched it casually.
Zhang Liang didn't know what Zhao Ying's plan was, and he didn't dare to look more, let alone ask more questions. He just made up his mind that this time, even if he died here, he would never reveal even a single bit of information about Gai Jun. .
Just when his mind was turning over and over again, thinking about one thing or another, he heard Zhao Ying in front of him speak in a calm and authentic tone.
"Look, this is your friend named Gai..."
Zhang Liang raised his head and took a deep breath.
Gai Nie!
Every detail appears, just like in a printed painting!
(End of chapter)
