The Zhangfu located on Tinglan Street is not very extravagant and magnificent, only a pair of stone statues of Fuhu in front of the gate are a little majestic.

The pair of stone statues of Fuhu seemed to announce to the world that the owner of this mansion was not a scribe who admired pure talk, but a warrior who caught horses and carried swords to fight on the battlefield.

Zhang Xian, the head of the Zhang family, who has retired to the background, is over the age of old, but he is still in good spirits, although his face is drooping and old, but his breathtaking eyes still show the majesty of his experience through strong winds and waves.

Zhang Xiong, the commander of the elite cavalry of the Chu State, looked a little submissive in front of Zhang Xian, and his expression was extremely respectful, not at all like a majestic cavalry general, "Dad, the old minister suddenly came to the door to ask for a meeting, but he didn't know what was going on. ”

Lao Zhangxiong, who was teasing his grandson, first stroked his grandson's head and stopped, then returned to normal, and said without looking back: "You can deal with some small things." ”

Zhang Xiong, who had a respectful expression on his face, had a sad face, and his feet were like lead, unable to move an inch.

After some talking, Zhang Xiong gritted his teeth and finally asked: "Now that the king is young and has no foundation in Chu, where is my Zhang family going, please let my father make it clear." ”

Zhang Xian, who was old and long, withdrew his hand to tease his grandson, turned his head to look at his son after a moment of silence, and said: "Xiong'er, the world is treacherous and unpredictable now, but you only need to keep in mind the original intention of our Zhang family, you can pierce the clouds and mist in front of you, and you must make a decision immediately when you see it clearly, and you must not be afraid of it." ”

Zhang Xiong bowed his hand, still respectfully and said, "Yes, the child remembers." ”

When Zhang Xiong's footsteps stepped out of the moon cave door in the back garden, his expression suddenly changed, and he was no longer the eldest son of the Zhang family with a respectful demeanor, the expression on his face became cold, and a trace of sharpness was revealed between his eyebrows.

The old master walked to the edge of the pavilion with his hands behind his back, looked up at the blue sky, he gradually narrowed his eyes full of vicissitudes, and said softly: "Help me prepare, I want to enter the palace to meet the prince." ”

Today, the old minister came to Zhangfu, and it is impossible for the spy leader in the palace who holds the twelve rooms of the witch shadow not to know.

In the front hall, the old minister was holding a desk under the west window, drinking tea leisurely, and an old man with gray temples stood next to him, holding a wooden box in his hand.

As soon as Zhang Xiong stepped into the hall, the hearty laughter had already resounded in the front hall, and the old minister who was drinking tea did not sit still as before, and stood up tremblingly.

Zhang Xiong saluted the old minister as a junior, and then walked over to help the old minister sit down again.

He said in a rather rough manner: "Your Excellency, if there is anything, you can ask someone to pass on a message, and you will come to the door in person, but it is really killing the juniors." ”

The old minister who had re-seated glanced at the door, and then said with a smile: "The old man is stuffy in the mansion all day long, and his heart is very depressed. ”

Zhang Xiong smiled heartily: "Thank you, Prime Minister." ”

The old man glanced at the old man beside him, who immediately understood, stepped forward and put the wooden box in his hand on the desk, and then stepped aside.

Zhang Xiong's eyes fell on the dark red wooden box, looked at the old minister suspiciously, stretched out his hand and pointed to the wooden box and said, "Lord Prime Minister, ...... this?"

The old minister squinted and smiled: "General Zhang will know when you open it." ”

Zhang Xiong sat up straight, put his gaze back on the wooden box, hesitated for a moment, reached out to open the wooden box, and saw a slightly yellowed book lying inside, his eyes suddenly widened, and then his eyes burst out with a hot light.

"This is the "Ten Sparse Soldiers" by Wugong Yang, the former military policymaker!" Zhang Xiong exclaimed.

Rao is the commander of the cavalry of the Chu State who pays attention to not being alarmed, how can he see the old and somewhat yellowed book in front of him, and he can't help but feel a huge shock in his heart, just the three words "Yang Chudao" are enough to make the generals who lead the troops in the world crazy.

It is recognized in the world that the battle on the battlefield is based on Bai Qi, and the art of war is respected by Yang Chudao.

Zhang Xiong involuntarily reached out to take it, and his hand had just reached into the wooden box before he touched the book, when he suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly retracted his hand, looked at the old prime minister and smiled awkwardly, and said, "What does this mean, Lord of the Minister?"

The old minister's seemingly muddy eyes were actually deep and unpredictable, and he saw the demeanor on Zhang Xiong's face and every subtle movement of his body in his eyes, and he smiled heartily: "Since ancient times, the sword has been given to heroes, and the red powder has been given to beautiful women, and everything has been used to the best of it. ”

As the saying goes, they are all foxes for thousands of years, and who doesn't know how to talk about fasting.

Although the words of the old prime minister were high-sounding, not leaking, and quite useful to listen to, Zhang Xiong's intention behind him was also "heard".

Take other people's hands short, eat other people's mouth short.

What's more, it is such an important soldier's treasure, even if he holds it in his hand, he will feel hot.

However, after thinking about it for a while, Zhang Xiong still accepted it.

He immediately stood up, bowed his hand to the old prime minister, and said gratefully: "The younger generation thanks the minister for his love." ”

Except for a rather sincere word of gratitude, the cautious Zhang Xiong did not make a promise to the old prime minister.

The old minister looked at Zhang Xiong, who sat back again, and felt uncomfortable for a while, but his face did not show any of it, and he took a sip of tea quietly, and then said: "If the situation is obscure today, and my Chu country is surrounded by tigers, at this critical moment, the old prince suddenly left us, which is like a group of wolves losing the wolf king, and those tigers who are around will no longer be afraid of us." ”

Zhang Xiong knew in his heart that the old prime minister, who had already lived to a fine man, was testing him with words again, and the old prime minister had just given away his heart, but he only received him Zhang Xiong's gratitude, and he didn't even have a verbal promise, which was regarded as a slap in the face by him.

Zhang Xiong said respectfully: "Now that the new king has succeeded to the throne, as long as we do our best to assist, I think our Chu State will still be the previous Chu State." ”

The old minister glanced at Zhang Xiong, and his anger was a little more angry, he drank tea slowly, and said casually: "General Zhang really thinks so?

Finally got to the point, Zhang Xiong, who had been retreating and evading, had no way to retreat at this moment, he lowered his head and groaned, as if he was thinking hard, and the old minister on the other side was drinking tea leisurely, not at all in a hurry.

Finally, Zhang Xiong raised his head, sat up straight, and said with a sincere face: "The younger generation has no foresight, and I will ask the Prime Minister for more guidance in the future." ”

The old minister of the country, who is alive and well, knows in his heart that if he wants to win over a general who holds military power, not to mention that there is a big family behind this general, he can only simmer slowly, and he can't be anxious.

Today, it is already a great gain to get Zhang Xiong's words, although compared with the "Ten Soldiers to Be Sparse" he sent, the remuneration he got back is a little thin, but it is rewarded, which is a good sign.

The old minister put down the teacup, said a few more irrelevant words, and got up and left with the support of the old man on the side.

As a junior, Zhang Xiong respectfully sent the old minister to the gate.

Watching the old prime minister's carriage disappear into the street, Zhang Xiongcai put away his respectful expression.

There are no likes and dislikes in the temple, only interests.

Although in Zhang Xiong's heart, he has always disliked this unpredictable old minister, but for the benefit of the Zhang family, sometimes he has to shake the dark hand of the old minister.

Just when the young King of Chu was hiding on the Yunmeng Pavilion and looking at the lake and sighing, the old minister of the old country who was dying dragged his wrecked body and visited several major families in Junshan City openly and secretly.

For these, of course, he did not hide from Du Huangting's eyes, and naturally he did not hide from the eyes of the young King Chu.