Qu Yuan considered the words for a while, and finally stared at the Pingnan Sword in Xiong Wuliang's hand, and said with a smile: "If Qu Yuan's prediction is true... After the king gave this sword to the lord, many ministers took the initiative to act as the lord's wings. Bar?"
Xiong Wuliang thought of those days in Yingdu...
Grandma, I have gained at least ten pounds!
Xiong Wuliang nodded honestly: "It is true."
Qu Yuan smiled: "That's right - the appeal of this sword in the hearts of the upper-class nobles of Chu is far beyond your imagination."
"As long as you hold this sword in your hand, no one from the Chu State will dare to point their weapons at you... Let me put it this way, do you understand the meaning of this sword?"
Xiong Wuliang was shocked!
Qu Yuan sighed: "The fact that the king can give you this sword is undoubtedly a great trust in the king... A hundred years from now, the king, as long as the king has this sword in his hand, even if he establishes another king and ministers, I won’t object.”
Only then did Xiong Wuliang understand why Prince Mi Heng strongly discouraged him when King Chu Huai gave him the sword that day... He couldn't help but nodded subconsciously.
It seems that the significance of this sword is really extraordinary.
It is estimated to be equivalent to the national jade seal passed down by later generations...or even worse.
From this point of view... with this Pingnan Sword in hand, Xiong Wuliang's status in Chu State will be very special in the future, probably equivalent to a supervisor.
It's no wonder that the ministers who originally belonged to Zhaoju's party changed their families one after another, and even tried to have a good relationship with Xiong Wuliang as much as possible, even at the expense of putting their own faces on the ground.
Qu Yuan smiled and said: "Although the lord is extremely talented, he is also lazy and has no ambition. That is why the king can completely trust the lord and pass this sword to the lord..."
Xiong Wuliang frowned.
Grandma, this Qu Yuan...his words are still so unpleasant!
Qu Yuan stroked his beard again and smiled with an unknown meaning: "It's just... there are too many people who want to get this sword. Since the Lord is not the King of Chu, he must always maintain strong strength, otherwise he will end up... tsk tsk."
Mr. Xiong Wu was stunned!
He was not a fool, he immediately understood the meaning of Qu Yuan's words!
Blanch!
Looking at the ancient Pingnan sword in his hand, it looked like a hot potato.
This horse riding... was probably equivalent to Lin Pingzhi holding a sword manual to ward off evil spirits, and he immediately became the common enemy of every street kid who wanted to dominate the world.
In short, if you are strong enough, then of course there will be no problem.
If you are not strong enough... then I'm sorry, a common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a treasure in his possession!
Qu Yuan didn't say any more, but smiled, his eyes seemed to be flashing with fire... He seemed to be secretly chuckling.
With this sword, the Lord will no longer think about lying down!
And... it became easier to help him get to that position with this sword... Qu Yuan smiled meaningfully while stroking his beard.
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Xiong Wuliang held the Pingnan Sword in his hand and returned to his dormitory in despair. He put the sword in front of him and was in a daze.
Ying Zhuo happened to pass by the door and glanced inside the window. Seeing Xiong Wu's good soul wandering outside, looking like he was dying, he couldn't help but frown his beautiful eyebrows and shouted softly: "What are you thinking about inside?"
Xiong Wuliang looked up and saw Ying Zhuo, smiled bitterly, and asked Ying Zhuo to come in and tell the whole story about Ping Nanjian's origins and the dilemma before him...
Ying Zhuo was also startled and looked at the sword in front of him repeatedly: "How can this copper rod be so powerful?"
"Doesn't that mean that in the future, as long as you want to be the King of Chu, you can become the King of Chu on your own at any time?" Ying Zhuo said boldly.
Xiong Wuliang laughed angrily at Ying Zhuo's heartless words and shook his head like a rattle: "My brother Mi Heng has come to be friendly with me and treat me like a brother. How can I seize his throne?"
"Besides, what's the point of being the King of Chu?" Xiong Wuliang said lazily: "Every day, there are piles of memorials. Hundreds of ministers, big and small, are scheming with you all day long. From time to time, you have to worry about whether you will be betrayed by people at home and abroad. The bastard is cheating and cheating..."
"Rather than being the King of Chu, I am far less comfortable as the Marquis of Quyang... drinking good tea, eating delicious food, listening to little songs, and looking at beauties every day..."
"Isn't it much happier than being the King of Chu?" Xiong Wuliang said as he secretly glanced at Ying Zhuo's chest.
Ying Zhuo is a martial arts practitioner, so of course he noticed Xiong Wuliang's gaze keenly, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in anger and shrink back...
Xiong Wuliang was a little embarrassed, coughed slightly, couldn't help but linger, and took another look... Then he looked at his nose and heart, looking like a gentleman.
Ying Zhuo spat angrily, and then cursed angrily: "Rogue."
"Given the size of the world, there are probably only a few people who can treat the throne as if it were worn out because of laziness... Having said that, if it weren't for your temperament, the King of Chu would not have given this Pingnan Sword to you, this Quyang Hou."
Then Ying Zhuo snorted and said sarcastically: "If you think this sword is hot to your hands, just sell it to me. I don't think it's hot to your hands, and I can play with it carefully."
Xiong Wuliang didn't answer, and stared at Ying Zhuo thoughtfully, not knowing exactly what he was thinking.
He stared at Ying Zhuo until his face turned red, and in the end he even couldn't stand... He was about to turn around and leave, but he heard Xiong Wuliang suddenly ask: "Ying Zhuo, do you have anything else to do later?"
"If you have nothing to do, you might as well accompany me to the market. I want to buy some things."
Ying Zhuo said 'ah', his fair face turned redder, and he was a little flustered: "No... why don't you call sister Siyi?"
Xiong Wuliang shook his head without thinking: "What do you want her to do? It's enough for you to come with me."
Ying Zhuo's face was really red this time - even his earlobes were red. For a moment, I was a little embarrassed, but also a little happy...
Could it be that what I just said casually was taken seriously by Xiong Wuliang? Then he felt a little ashamed that he couldn't give me this sword...so he wanted to buy me some other gifts to compensate me?
Yes, yes!
That's for sure!
Otherwise, he would have just gone to Fangshi, so why would he call me? You must be buying something for me!
Ying Zhuo's slender and powerful waist was straight, and his plump and round chest stood up high. He felt strange in his heart... He actually felt happy.
Hum, I know he has me in his heart!
Ying Zhuo was shy in his heart and said arrogantly: "Humph, you're lucky. This princess has already practiced sword practice in the morning, and she's really bored in the afternoon... Since you sincerely invite me, I'll accompany you for a walk." Circle, it can be regarded as a relief from boredom."
Xiong Wuliang was overjoyed and immediately stood up and put the Pingnan sword back into the scabbard on his waist: "This is very good!"
"In that case, why don't we set off now?" Xiong Wuliang stared at Ying Zhuo's beautiful eyes with slightly upward tails, with impatient words written all over his face!
Looking at Xiong Wuliang's eager look, Ying Zhuo was filled with joy. He couldn't help but lower his head slightly in embarrassment, and his voice became softer involuntarily: "Well... OK."
Xiong Wuliang laughed twice and immediately went out to say hello: "Xiao Hei! Get your car ready! Go to Fangshi!"
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