"In today's world, there are more than thirty small and medium-sized princes, some of whom are trying to survive, some are relying on them, or some are trying to mediate..."
At this moment, Wei Yang became more talkative: "Except for the seven major kingdoms and more than thirty princes, for hundreds of years, no one has followed the path of Duke Zheng Zhuang."
"Therefore, the small and medium-sized princes will be annexed and divided by the big countries. When the big countries are fighting for hegemony, it will be difficult to achieve great things!"
Wei Yang's theory is inspiring and enlightening.
In the spring of Dongxiang, there are scholars from all over the world, and they are unwilling to be lonely. What's more, a man of letters is self-reliant on his talent and will never be easily convinced by others.
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second.
This has been true since ancient times.
A scholar in a khaki shirt shouted: "How can we generalize all the countries in the world? I think Chu will achieve great things."
He is a scholar of Chu State.
Deep down there is pride.
At this time, scholars all over the world traveled to various countries to develop their ambitions, but every successful scholar's first choice was his home country.
Only when the mother country is unsatisfactory and the mother country repeatedly encounters obstacles, will they choose to leave.
When Wei Yang saw someone raising an issue, his ambition suddenly rose. He took another sip of wine and laughed, saying: "Although Chu has a vast territory and a large number of people, the reform was abandoned halfway. The family members cannot be eliminated, and the king's orders are not allowed to enter the fiefdom. Each of them is in charge of their own affairs. It is simply a piece of loose sand."
"If you can't even annex a dying Yue country, how can you talk about a great cause?"
After saying this, the scholar in the khaki shirt was at a loss for words.
In the hall, there were constant cheers.
Jing Jian took a sip of Qin wine, his eyes became even more intense. He opened his mouth but stopped talking. His identity cannot be exposed at this time.
The white-haired old man glanced at Supervisor Jing, and then nodded: "For this young man, it is a foregone conclusion that the Six Nations will form an alliance to divide Qin."
"What strategy do you think Wei should take so that he can destroy Qin in one battle and become more powerful in the world?"
As soon as the old man spoke, Jing Jian's eyes lit up and he looked a little happy. He quickly looked at the old man. The two looked at each other and nodded to each other.
At this moment, Jingjian had determined that the old man was from Lao Qin.
Wei Yang was a little drunk, and Zhao Jiu was very strong. At this time, his cheeks were red and his head was already wet.
As he drank more, Wei Yang stopped caring even more. He stood in the center of the hall and said impassionedly: "Destroying a country is a big deal. Besides, it is one of the seven powerful countries. Instead of six countries destroying Qin, it is better for Wei to go it alone."
"If you let me plan it, it will be Wei who will fight against Qin alone, raise the entire nation's troops, and force Qin to move back to Yongcheng in the west."
Having said this, Wei Yang glanced at Jingjian and the white-haired old man, and drank a cup of wine: "No matter what happens, we will force Qin to cede thirteen cities in the east to protect Yueyang."
"If Qin moves westward, Qin will be destroyed!"
"If Qin ceded thirteen cities, it would have lost all its fertile soil and was trapped in a small area, and its potential would have been lost from then on."
At this moment, Dongxiangchun was quiet except for Wei Yang's impassioned voice. The white-haired old man remained calm but his body shook slightly.
Heilin and Jingjian looked pale.
At this moment, Jing Jian finally realized why Huang valued Wei Yang, and mentioned it to Ying Quliang again and again.
This man has great talent.
After thinking this, Jing Jian was silent. He raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp, lowering his head and thinking silently.
After a while, Jingjian raised his head, murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Heilin, let our people pay attention to Wei Yang. I want to know his whereabouts."
"promise."
The white-haired old man left. Jingjian hesitated for a moment, gave a few instructions to the maid, then stood up and left immediately.
The white-haired old man is a talented man, and he doesn't want to miss it. Today's Qin State needs all kinds of talents.
After Wei Yang finished his discussion, he saw that the supervisor Jing and the white-haired old man had left and walked out. The maid came forward and whispered.
"Concubine, the Prime Minister asks you to come over immediately." In the Prime Minister's house, the maid saluted Wei Yang and said.
"good."
Although Wei Yang was a little drunk, he drank the hangover soup and returned home half drunk.
Entering Gongshu Cuo's dormitory, Wei Yang bowed his hands and saluted: "Wei Yang has met the teacher."
Seeing Wei Yang arrive, Gongshu Cuo waved his hand and the maids retreated. Then he looked at the old lady and said, "Madam, you also avoid it."
Seeing that his wife was avoiding him, Gongshu Cuo went straight to the point and said, "Martinang, I hope you can stay in the Kingdom of Wei and assist the king in his great achievements."
Gongshu Cuo coughed repeatedly and said in an excited voice: "The power of the Wei Kingdom, with Pang Juan by your side, will unite the world."
At this moment, Wei Yang became more and more sober: "Teacher, the King of Wei will not use me. It will not help if I stay in the Kingdom of Wei."
The uncle was silent.
He had met Wang Feng of Wei, and naturally knew that Wei Yang was right. Wei did not have the soil for Wei Yang to develop his ambitions.
Uncle Cuo was very heartbroken that he could not use such a big talent. After a long silence, he spoke in a low voice.
"Martingale, what will happen if the king uses you?" At this time, Gongshu Cuo's eyes were full of bitterness.
Hearing this, Wei Yang's eyes were cold, his whole body became confident, and even his tone became firm: "Within twenty years, Wei will dominate the world."
"well!"
At this moment, Gongshu Cuo's eyes fell on Wei Yang, with various emotions: "I recommended you to serve as the Prime Minister of Wei State, but the king refused."
"I tell the king, if Wei Guo doesn't use you, I will kill you."
"Martining, you run away."
"You and I are teachers and students. I hope you can escape and show your ambitions."
Looking at Wei Yang's back, Gongshu Cuo said in a lonely tone: "For the sake of the Kingdom of Wei, I really hope that the king can kill you."
"I am ashamed that such a great talent will be destroyed because of me!"
Wei Yang could understand Gongshu Cuo's complicated mood. Compared with him, Gongshu Cuo cared more about the state of Wei and hoped that Wei's great cause would succeed.
After looking at Gongshu Cuo, Wei Yang smiled and walked out of Gongshu Cuo's dormitory without saying a word.
Although Gongshu Cuo was doing it for the Wei State, there was no doubt that Gongshu Cuo's move put him in complete danger.
The teacher-student relationship between him and his uncle Cuo ended.
At this moment, what he needed to do most was to save himself. Wei Yang came to his room and replaced all the bamboo slips with Confucian classics.
Then I washed my face and calmed down.
This is Anyi, under the eyes of King Wei, if he really escapes, he will definitely die.
At this moment, Wei Yang regretted his eloquent talk in Dongxiangchun, which would make himself more dangerous.
After a long time, Wei Yang calmed down, lit the charcoal fire, and threw all his experiences in the past five years into the brazier one by one.
The firelight danced, and Wei Yang's face in the room looked gloomy and uncertain. After a long time, the firelight fell, leaving only half a pot of ashes.
He knew that the King of Wei was very happy with his achievements and that Pang Juan was determined to destroy Qin. Only by pretending to be a Confucian scholar could he escape the disaster.
The herbal tea was bitter, and it cooled down the heart in one gulp, making Wei Yang completely rational.
The Kingdom of Wei was by no means a place to stay for a long time, and he needed to find a way out for himself.
Spreading out a new bamboo slip, Wei Yang wrote down the seven great kingdoms of Qin, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei and Qi. After thinking for a moment, he crossed out Chu, Wei and Qi.
A quarter of an hour later, Yan was crossed out.
At this moment, only the three kingdoms of Qin, Zhao and Han are left on the bamboo slips. In my mind, scenes from the past appeared one after another, and I didn’t draw a single word when I finally picked up the pen.
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