The lower hexagram is for the teacher's hexagram, which shows that the soldiers are stored among the people, and the whole hexagram explains the rules of using troops such as issuing troops, selecting generals, advancing and retreating, etc., which is the phase of soldiers. Soon, the Qin state will begin to revolt in the country, and Fu Jian will not be able to control the situation.

Wanzhang put away the three copper coins, and after a night of rest, her subjective emotions should also be put on the back of her mind, her task in this life, after all, is to help Murong Chong destroy the Qin State and restore Dayan.

The hexagram shows that after the great setback of Qin's national strength in the Battle of Weishui, the Murong people will really start the great cause of recovering the country step by step this year, and in addition to the Murong people who aim to restore the country, there are also a considerable number of northern ethnic groups who want to take advantage of the weakness and war of Qin to get a piece of the pie, and even the people around Fu Jian will be ready to move.

Murong Chong's behavior also verified her fortune calculation, he stayed in the mansion less and less, even in the mansion, he hid in the room with a group of people to talk about things, and it was half a day to talk. But no matter how busy he is, he still has time to see himself every day, although sometimes it is longer, sometimes it is shorter, but he will talk to her more or less. Wanzhang thought that he would always tell him some news, but he didn't expect him to say a word, seeing that it was nearly three months, she couldn't help but say it first anyway.

At sunset, Ah Li's palm turned on the lamp, and Murong Chong dropped a sunspot on the chessboard, hooked the corners of his mouth, and raised his eyes to look at Wanzhang.

Wan Zhang held a white child in her right hand, her side had completely fallen into a dead end, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, but her mind was not on the chess game at all, she bit her lip and said slowly:

"You can take advantage of the chaos to raise troops and attack Pusaka, but ......" she frowned, casually lowered Baizi to one place, looked up at Murong Chong, and said, "You will lose to Fu Jian, lead the rest of the soldiers, and defect to Murong Hong." ”

Murong Chong raised his eyebrows, did not speak, slightly showed a look of victory, only quietly dropped a sunspot on the chessboard, and then slowly hooked the corner of his mouth, and said leisurely:

"Zhang'er, you lost."

Wanzhang subconsciously bowed his head, the situation in chess was clear, Heizi had won against Baizi, talking and laughing, Murong Chong had killed her Baizi with the most decisive method and had no way to live, although Wanzhang did not play with her heart, but with her chess skills, she had never lost so badly, and she couldn't help but take a breath.

He talked about other things even more, trying to bring about such a miserable loss in chess as soon as possible. Stretching out his hand to brush away the black and white pieces on the chess, the situation immediately became a mess.

"At this time, Fu Qin, it seems that he was hit hard after the first battle of Weishui, but in fact, the hundred-legged insect died but did not stiffen, Fu Jian's martial arts, and the Qin State, which had been consolidated for so many years, would not perish if it lost a battle. However, at this time, it can be regarded as an opportunity, all the ethnic groups in the north have risen up, and they are bound to restore the country, and Dayan can also seize this opportunity, but our strength is not enough, if we want to recover Dayan, we also need the people in the Murong royal family to face the same hatred and hatred together, and when necessary, we can also unite other forces. ”

"Zhang'er." Murong Chong was sorting out the chessboard messed up by Wanzhang, picking up the black and white pieces one by one, and putting them into the hollow carved sandalwood chess box full of flowers and leaves, talking about the big things he had been obsessed with doing all his life, but his voice seemed to be talking about an insignificant little thing, "I know that you have come here from the first time we met to help me return to the country, but I don't want to ask you where you come from, I don't want to ask you why, because since I chose to believe you, I won't ask about this." So I hope that you are the same for me, and since you have chosen me and feel that I can do what you think, then believe that I am capable of handling these things, and if one day I need your help, I will tell you. ”

Murong Chong was still twisting the chess pieces with his fingers like mutton fat and white jade, and put them in the chess box, his demeanor was indescribably graceful and calm, and the silhouette of his eyelashes fell on his face, deep and quiet. Wan Zhang looked at him inexplicably, since she was a child telling fortunes for others, she had never seen such a proprietor, how could anyone not want the person who served him to pay one hundred and twenty points of effort, but he wanted to let himself be idle every day and eat his family's dry food for nothing.

The world says that Fu Jian is proud and conceited, but how do you know that this former Zhongshan King of Yan Kingdom is arrogant and lofty in his bones.

Wan Zhang nodded silently:

"Okay."

He had put away the chess pieces and stood up, his tall figure brushing in front of her eyes, bringing a faint scent of the wind.

When he looked up, he could see his beautiful jawline, his throat moved slightly, and his voice floated like the fragrance on his body:

"Sometimes, I would rather you weren't the strange woman of the world's legends, not so clever, just an ordinary little girl, who could let me protect you."

To be honest, Wanzhang was a little stunned, thinking that everything was just his own illusion, and when he watched Murong Chong finally leave with a candlelight smile at her, he still maintained a posture of looking up for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses.

Protect yourself.

He promised.

Is it a promise?

did what Xie Yan didn't do, what he couldn't do. filled the empty space in her heart. It's just a plausible tone, a dispensable attitude.

If the ending is already doomed, the only thing he can do for himself is to ask for peace and happiness overnight, if it can't be Xie Yan, then it's up to him.

Murong Chong, her life is destined to be ruined for you, are you willing to pay a little warmth to her, and let them not owe each other?

The conversation with Murong Chong that night, no matter when and where Ling Zhang thought about it, she still felt palpitations, and after that, she didn't see Murong Chong for many days, and she also knew in her heart that he was already acting.

Winter goes, spring comes, the grass grows, and the warbler flies.

Since March of the twentieth year of the founding of the Qin State, the Murong clan in the Qin State began to make moves, first Murong Chui, who took the initiative to go to the Qin State many years ago, fled back to the hometown of the Yan State and rebelled in Hebei, and then after the destruction of the Yan State, Murong Hong, who was forced to serve in the Qin State, collected thousands of Xianbei people in the Guanzhong, secretly crossed the river into the pass, and raised troops in Huayin to call the king of Jibei.

The people of the Murong royal family all jumped on horses and put on armor, and then Murong rushed to the east of the river, gathered 20,000 people, and attacked Puban. Pingyang Taishou Mansion naturally could not stay, and Murong Chong had dismissed the servants in the mansion before he left the army, leaving only a few henchmen and traveling with the army with Wanzhang.

Fu Jian sent Julu Gong Fu Rui, Long Xiang general Yao Chang, and Zuo general Dou Chong to lead 50,000 troops to attack Murong Hong. When Murong Hong heard about it, he led the crowd to go to Kanto, and Fu Rui Chi pursued it. Yao Changjin admonished: "Xianbei has the heart to return, and it is advisable to drive the order out of the customs, and it is unstoppable." However, Fu Rui did not listen, and fought with Murong Hong in Huaze, and was defeated and killed. Fu Jian was furious, Yao Chang was afraid, and he also rebelled against Qin.

After Yao Chang's rebellion, the 50,000 wealthy families in Xizhou pushed him as the leader of the alliance, Yao Chang wanted to resign, but because someone under his subordinates said: The number of one hundred and six is perfect, and the omen of Qin's death has been seen. Ming Gong should lower his heart and follow the discussion, and hope for the group, not sit and watch drowning without saving it. So he changed the Yuan Baique and was known as Later Qin in history.

The name Yao Chang has also occupied a place in the troubled times since then.

In June, the furious Fu Jian drove a personal expedition, personally led 20,000 foot cavalry to defeat Yao Chang in the north, so that 3,000 rangers cut off its waterway, Chang army was very thirsty, and people died of thirst. However, perhaps the omen of Qin's death has indeed appeared, and the rain fell in the camp of Chang, the water in the camp was three feet, and the camp was a hundred steps away, just an inch, so the Chang army was greatly inspired. Fu Jian was having dinner in the army when he got the news, and he immediately knocked over the desk and said angrily: "Heaven is unintentional, why did you descend to the thief camp!" ”

But Yao Chang also knew that this escape from death was really a fluke, with the number of troops in his hands, it was far from enough to deal with Fu Jian, and after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to bring Murong Hong to the east as a helper.

Since Murong Hong's strength was at its peak and it was difficult to overcome, Dou Chong could naturally only turn his forces to attack Murong Chong.

On the eve of the war, Wanzhang originally wanted to go to Murong Chong to talk about the battle situation tomorrow, but he had not yet stepped out of the camp, but he remembered what he had said to himself, to believe that he was capable of handling these things, and to believe him.

So Fang stopped, turned back to the camp, and asked Ah Li to move the chair to the window, and he lifted a corner of the camp curtain and looked at the moon in the sky.

When Murong Chong left Qin Pingyang, the servants had all been dismissed, except for the black-faced servant who followed him to his hexagram stall and a group of dark soldiers, naturally, she had already seen that the black-faced servant Kan Shui was actually a dark soldier, but the maid was the only one who left Ah Li, he said that it was to keep her from being left unattended during the war, so Wan Zhang didn't say anything.

Since the owner treats herself so well, of course she can't relax, and she is calculating for tomorrow's moon viewing at the moment.

But what she didn't expect was that not long after, Murong Chong, who still had a battle to fight tomorrow, took the initiative to come to her camp to look for her.

As soon as Ah Li saw him coming, he excused himself by pouring tea and leaving: "The tea in the house is cold, so the slave and maid will go to the room to boil water again." ”

Murong Chong nodded slightly, and when he saw Wanzhang sitting by the window, he walked over with a smile on the corner of his mouth and said:

"The spring is cold, sitting by the window and blowing the wind, what if it hooks the root of the disease?"

Wanzhang slowly turned his head from the window, his eyes were a little dazed, as if he was still looking at the distance in the distance at the last moment when he woke him up, but it was only a flash, and then he smiled: "You are here." Then he got up slowly, closed the curtain, and cut off the bright moon, the stars in all directions, and the east wind of the spring night.

Pointing to the stool next to the table, "Please take a seat." ”

Murong Chong raised his sleeves and sat down like a cloud.

As soon as the two of them sat down, Ah Li had already come with a tea tray, but he also quietly withdrew from the house after pouring two cups of tea for the two people at the opposite table, as silent as when he came, and fell silently.

Murong Chong's white jade-like three fingers twisted up the small tea cup, blew away the floating leaves on it, took a sip, and asked leisurely:

"Zhang'er, what do you think, Chang'an?"

Wanzhang raised his eyes to look at him, his phoenix eyes were thin, and he smiled indifferently, but his eyes were covered with a beautiful and bewitching mist.

He asked lightly, as if he was just talking casually, but his eyelashes drooped, and he bit his lip heavily until he was pale and blood-red, like a peach petal in March that was pinched by a good deed, and it was bright and dripping.

He even asked himself this.

Sure enough, everything is about to start, it's going to begin.

She knows.