(Thirty-two)
It was never an accident that Ziying appeared in front of his father.
He knew in his heart that his father cared for him and disliked him. In this case, it was better to take the initiative to retreat, which would avoid the dilemma and satisfy his father's wishes.
"Ling Zhao, I have never blamed you."
Hearing Fusu's words, Sun Ge's eyes were slightly sour.
This little brat, why are you saying such sensational words? She burst into tears and almost ran away from home.
This was the first time that Sunge truly understood Fusu and finally took Fusu under his wing.
Well, the fast wearers taught by the Lord God all protect their shortcomings, and she happens to be the best at protecting their shortcomings.
Alas, she really wanted to snatch this little brat Fusu away and give her care until she died, but she was afraid that the First Emperor would stab her to death with a big sword.
envy, jealousy, hate!
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The closer you get to the south, the moister the air is, and the warm breeze blows on your face, making tourists feel comfortable.
The mist and rain are hazy, the willows are lingering, and the ancient city of Huaiyin is elegant and elegant.
Sunge looked at the big characters on the city gate and remembered the experience that the Lord God had told in person.
When the Lord God was conquering the stars and the sea, he also traveled into the dimension of Great Qin and adopted Han Xin as his adopted son.
There are many planes, and this Great Qin is not that Great Qin.
Maybe Han Xin at this moment is still a poor and down-and-out man who can't afford food and clothing.
Han Xin is an unparalleled scholar in the country.
As the saying goes, when Han Xin orders troops, the more the better.
The Qin Dynasty just needs a general like Han Xin who is good at conquering and attacking and is invincible.
Perhaps the great Qin Dynasty once had many talented generals.
But now there is a lack of talent, famous generals are dying, and it is difficult for future generations to find anyone who can succeed in his legacy.
Neither Wang Li, who has been a general for generations, nor Li You, who has high hopes for Princess Shang, can truly carry the banner of the younger generation of Da Qin.
Meng Tian is quite remarkable.
But, it's not enough.
After Great Qin had eliminated its internal troubles, the next step was to put an end to foreign troubles.
Baiyue, rice is harvested three times a year. Isn’t it delicious?
Isn’t it nice to raise horses in the desert with abundant water and grass?
Therefore, generals who can guard one side are also scarce.
No, she seems to have left behind someone, Zhang Han, who led the Lishan prisoners to beat the descendants of the Six Kingdoms when Qin II was trying to revive, and almost saved the building from falling.
Zhang Han was praised by later generations as the last general of the Qin Dynasty.
He defeated Chen Sheng, suppressed the rebellion, and won many battles. In the end, he was dragged down by his pig teammates and lost to Xiang Yu in the battle of Julu.
Zhang Han's defeat to Xiang Yu does not mean that Zhang Han is not good, it is just that the time, place and people are favorable.
This person must be focused on and trained after she returns to Xianyang.
Perhaps it was the uprising at the end of the Qin Dynasty and the conflict between Chu and Han that brought about numerous talents. Perhaps the history books deliberately avoided it, and Zhang Han's proportion in the history books is far lower than that of others.
But even if there are only a few words, it is difficult to conceal Zhang Han's style.
This person is worth investing in.
"Which fish are you trying to fool again?" Fusu was too familiar with Sun Ge's expression.
That's right, it's just deception.
Zhao Fu Ling is a typical example of someone who can travel all over the world with just one move and not be afraid of it.
When I first heard it, I didn’t know what it meant, but when I heard it again, I felt like a fish in the pond.
And he might be the first fish that Zhao Fuling deceived.
No, it’s the father.
Thinking of this, Fusu suddenly felt that he was not so miserable.
It is also beneficial to enter the pond early. It is better than ending up with too many fish but being unable to enter because the pond cannot hold them.
Sunge rolled his eyes at Fusu and said sadly, "Young man, the situation is too small."
"What is which fish? Which two fish should it be?"
"But don't worry, even if the fish pond is overcrowded, you are still the most special fish."
Fusu:......
Thank you, no need to.
"Zhao Fuling, do you think this sentence sounds familiar?"
In one sentence, I want to attract all the fish in the world.
Zhao Fu Ling is worthy of being Zhao Fu Ling.
Sunge blinked, it seemed, but what does that matter? It's not important.
"I blame me for being uneducated and unable to make different promises to everyone."
Sunge made Xizi admire him, and he was so successful that Fusu was disgusted.
The point is, which two fish?
He wanted to see who else could catch Zhao Gao's eyes after seeing him and Zhang Liang.
Defective products that do not meet the quality standards must not enter the fish pond.
Well, the price dropped.
"Let's go, eldest son, to experience the customs and customs of this small Jiangnan town."
Sunge waved his hand, and the carriages and horses entered Huaiyin City.
Customs?
Bah, it's fish. The only thing that attracts Zhao Fu Ling is all kinds of fish.
Huaiyin City is full of aura and charm. Even the wind becomes gentle and pleasant, as if it wants to keep tourists away.
Sunge made several inquiries and saw Han Xin, who was thin, tall and tall, with bright eyes by the Huaiyin River.
The clothes were washed and turned white, and he wore a long sword at his waist. The sword tassel was old and faded, but the scabbard was clean and shiny. His hair was slightly dry, and his skin color was also an unhealthy white.
But Sunge could see clearly that Han Xin was steady and a good practitioner.
Being weak is just an appearance.
That sword should be Han Xin's last pride, so even if he was hungry, he never thought of selling the sword.
At this moment, Han Xin was sitting on the shore, holding a simple fishhook in his hand. To be honest, with the place Han Xin chose and his fishing level, he might not be able to catch any fish even if he starved to death.
Perhaps, Han Xin’s intention was not to fish.
The fake mother-in-law’s meal letter is not just a rumor.
Fusu was a little confused. How could an ordinary-looking young man deserve Zhao Fuling's solemnity?
However, if you gain weight and have more flesh on your face, you will look much better.
Sun Ge did not immediately ask for the fish, but followed Han Xin's example and sat down not far away. The black guard prepared the fishing rod and bait for her very wisely.
The fish bait is fragrant, and the warm wind adds a bit of fishy sweetness.
The aroma of the bait blew into Han Xin's nose with the wind. Han Xin touched his dry belly and looked at Sunge.
The color of the clothes is low-key, but the material is excellent. Even the fishing rod is worth a lot of money. The young man standing next to him is even more eye-catching.
There are gangsters and gentlemen who are like quarrels and discussions, like grinding.
It looks like two generations.
Behind the two of them, there were serious-looking guards watching their surroundings vigilantly.
Either rich or noble.
Is there such a handsome and handsome person in the small city of Huaiyin?
These days, wealthy people are starting to fish.
After coming to the conclusion, Han Xin withdrew his gaze and did not deliberately come forward to talk.
The wife of the little Nanchang pavilion leader humiliated him, but he still didn't want to bring shame on himself.
Concentrate on fishing, and you can only fill your stomach after hitting three rods a day.
Of course, it’s possible that it won’t be enough.
Sunge had no worries about food and clothing, and went fishing all because he wanted to observe Han Xin up close.
But the fish bit the hook one after another as if they wanted no money, and after a while, many big fish were caught.
Sunge smiled and put the fish into the barrel one by one.
Han Xin:......
Well, it’s not the fish’s fault. Even if he smelled the bait, he wanted to run over and take a bite.
Normal, normal.
