The alluring smell of meat turned into white air and drifted into the nose, arousing the most primitive desire in the body.
"He is Tuo, he is Tuo!"
Heng shouted, pointing a finger at Zhao Tuo, his eyes almost shining as he stared at the chicken.
"This is a gift from your country's envoy."
The father of the pavilion handed the bowl to Zhao Tuo and told him to take the bowl back to the kitchen after finishing the chicken.
Qin's laws are strict and meticulous. Even in the lowest level pavilions and post houses, the quantity of each utensil must be strictly recorded. If it is lost for no reason, you will be punished.
Zhao Tuo nodded in thanks.
After taking the pottery bowl, heat spread throughout the body along the palms of the hands.
"Tuo! That envoy actually appreciated you so much. He not only asked you to be his charioteer, but also gave you meat. You are so capable. If you follow him, you will definitely be very successful in the future, and maybe you can be an official in Yan State in the future. A high official."
His face was full of admiration, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Zhao Tuo smiled helplessly.
Is Jing Ke showing favor?
After one night in Handan, Zhao Tuo vaguely guessed Jing Ke's plan.
But guess what, Zhao Tuo is now just a small carriage driver and has no power to resist in front of Jing Ke.
Since you can't resist, just enjoy it.
Zhao Tuo took a piece of chicken from the bowl and handed it to Heng.
"Tuo, you...you really want to eat it for me?"
Heng swallowed his saliva.
Zhao Tuo smiled, patted Heng's shoulder and said, "You and I are brothers. It's just a meal of meat, you should share it. Take it quickly, eat it while it's hot, and warm your belly."
Zhao Tuo stuffed the chicken into Heng's hand.
Heng chewed the still-warm chicken, feeling the wonderful taste in his mouth, and tears rolled down involuntarily.
His father had died on the battlefield between Qin and Zhao many years ago, leaving only the orphans and widowed mother struggling to beg for food.
Although there are occasional financial aids from clan relatives, everyone is a commoner in Guizhou, and it is a luxury to have a bite of food on weekdays, let alone a taste of meat.
The kindness of a meal should be repaid with life.
He made up his mind.
Zhao Tuo stretched out his fingers, picked up a piece of chicken and shook it in front of him. He smiled at Qi Yang, who had not recovered yet, and said, "Qijun, how do you think my chicken nuggets compare to the meat in your bowl?"
Staring at the steaming chicken pieces dripping with fresh soup in Zhao Tuo's hand, Qi Yang felt that the meat in his mouth had lost all taste.
Meat is still a small thing.
What's more, it comes from Jing Qing's favor.
"Jing Qing looked away...looked away..."
Qi Yang murmured and left in despair.
…
"Jing Qing, what ability does that Shuzi have that deserves your respect so much?"
Qin Wuyang's voice was cold and he stared intently at Jing Ke opposite the wooden case.
In the house with flickering lights, Jing Ke and Qin Wuyang sat kneeling opposite each other.
There is a wooden table in front of each of them, with copper beans for meat and sauce, ear cups filled with soup, wine bowls, rice boxes, chopsticks and daggers for eating.
As the high minister of the Yan State, Jing Ke was qualified to use the cauldron for eating, but this small pavilion did not prepare higher-standard utensils, so he could only make do with it.
Jing Ke didn't care. Although he loved reading and wanted to be a good minister who lobbied the king to assist in state affairs, he was also a knight-errant who could sing and drink with people in the busy city.
Jing Ke ate by himself and drank freely with wine, ignoring Qin Wuyang's words.
Qin Wuyang narrowed his eyes.
"That Zhuzi is not a good thing at first glance. It will be a disaster sooner or later if you keep it."
Boom.
The copper bowl was thrown on the table, and the wine flowed down the wooden case.
Jing Ke looked towards Qin Wuyang, half-smiling.
"Oh? It's a disaster. How do you explain this?"
Qin Wuyang was stunned for a moment, but he was stopped by Jing Ke's question.
Since Zhao Tuo joined the team, he has always been cautious in his words and deeds. Even if he was bullied many times, he never talked back. His attitude was very docile, making it impossible for anyone to find fault.
Now when he was asked to tell him how Zhao Tuo caused trouble, Qin Wuyang couldn't find a reason for a while.
However, Qin Wuyang was also prepared. After a brief pause, he said: "That Zhuzi's manner of speaking is not what a commoner in Guizhou should have. If my prediction is correct, he must be a descendant of the Duke of Zhao, and he may even be wanted by the Qin people."
"You and I are going to Qin this time to do big things. I'm afraid this Zhuzi's identity will lead to bad things. Why don't we hand him over to the Qin people so that we can get rid of the relationship."
Jing Ke's face was full of mockery: "Even if he is really a member of the Zhao Kingdom, even if he is the son of King Zhao, so what?"
"If you don't say it, I won't say it. Maybe he will tell it himself. Although this boy's behavior is not like that of a commoner, but I am the minister of the Yan State, and it is not appropriate for my commander to have such conversation and insight. Who would take offense to this? suspicion?"
"If I do what you say, I will definitely attract the attention of the people of Qin. His status is just ordinary. If he is really a relative of Zhao Guo, do you think the people of Qin will ask him how he joined? If anyone talks too much, they will The Han Nan incident has also been explained, and layers of layers are involved, what will happen in the end?"
Jing Ke asked a series of questions, and the words in his mouth turned into sharp arrows, which Qin Wuyang could not resist.
Qin Wuyang's face began to turn pale, but murderous intent was surging in his eyes.
"In this case, it's better to put him..."
Jing Ke reached out and picked up the dagger, scooped a spoonful of sauce onto the rice, lowered his head and ate with chopsticks.
It was as if Qin Wuyang's words had not been heard.
…
Zhao Tuo had something worried in his heart. He tossed and turned in his tent at night and couldn't sleep. Hearing the snoring one after another in the tent, it was even harder to fall asleep.
Finally on the second day, at dawn, Zhao Tuo got up and was about to go with Heng to get fodder to feed the horses.
Unexpectedly, he was stopped.
"Tuo!"
Zhao Tuo turned around and saw that the person calling him was Qi Yang.
Zhao Tuo raised his eyebrows slightly. Qi Yang always opened his mouth and shut up "Shu Zi" towards him. He never gave him a good look, especially after the conflict last night, when the two sides were supposed to be at odds with each other.
Now that Qi Yang suddenly called his name, he was afraid there was something wrong.
Seeing Zhao Tuo turn around, Qi Yang said seriously: "Junzi Wuyang asked you to go to the bamboo forest behind the library to meet him."
Qin Wuyang!
Zhao Tuo narrowed his eyes slightly.
"promise."
Seeing Zhao Tuo's back disappearing into the shadow of the building, Qi Yang showed a gloating expression on his face: "Huh huh, Tuo, you are such a bitch. Jing Qing made a mistake, but Wuyang gentleman is not wrong about people. Today is scheduled. I will take good care of you."
He knew that Qin Wuyang had always hated Zhao Tuo and would scold him whenever he had nothing to do. Today I specially called Zhao Tuo into a deserted bamboo forest, and I am afraid that a lesson with a stick will be inevitable.
Especially when he thought of Qin Wuyang's gloomy face, Qi Yang became more and more excited.
He just said a lot of bad things about Zhao Tuo in front of Qin Wuyang.
At this moment, the sky is getting dark, and there is a morning breeze wandering around the bamboo forest, bringing a slight chill.
Zhao Tuo stepped into the forest, and his feet were covered with rotten leaves.
Qin Wuyang was not seen.
A strange feeling came over me.
"Gentleman?"
Zhao Tuo asked aloud.
What responded to him was a strong wind coming from behind.
It was too late, but it was too late. Zhao Tuo seemed to have noticed it, and he jumped forward to avoid the attack from behind. At the same time, he rolled along the ground in a circle, got behind a few bamboos, and looked back.
Qin Wuyang was standing behind, looking at Zhao Tuo in surprise.
In his hand, he also held a short sword.
