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"Isn't it hard to lift, otherwise I'd better go down."

Half an hour later, on the narrow mountain dirt road of Purple Mountain, Mingyue sat on the bamboo chariot raised by the four people, and her face was a little unpleasant.

The purple mountain is steep, the road is winding and narrow, so the vehicle can't go up, Mingyue originally wanted to go up the mountain, who expected that the dozen or so black-clothed guards sent by the Empress Dowager Zhao moved a light chariot made of bamboo and wood from the same car, and couldn't help but say that Mingyue would be "invited" to sit on it. also said that this was instructed by the Queen Mother, Chang Anjun was recovering from a serious illness, and he must not be tired!

Mingyue couldn't cry or laugh, and she didn't know whether to be grateful to Empress Dowager Zhao for her concern, or to slander her for being overly doting and treating him as a flower in a greenhouse.

But for those black-clothed guards, the priority of Empress Dowager Zhao's order was obviously higher than that of Chang'an Jun, and he lifted him into the air in a ha.

In front of him was the chariot that Zhao Mu, the second son of Ma Fujun, was riding, and Zhao Mu, a restrained young man, was not surprised by this. Seeing that Zhao Mu was like this, considering that he would delay time when he walked up, and Mingyue was not good at sticking to his feet full of mud, he was sweating profusely to see Zhao Hao's father and son, so he had to be at the mercy of the black-clothed guards.

He also asked clearly, the four black-clothed people who carried him were called Gong Zhongyin, Dong Fang, Postal Wuxin, and Feiping, all of whom were the sons of the old ministers of Zhao State, who were around twenty years old, and they were all strong and sturdy.

After secretly writing down their names, under the somewhat worried gaze of Mrs. Ma Fujun, under the guidance of Zhao Mu, the group began to go up the mountain.

As the commanding heights around Handan, the Purple Mountain can be called majestic and beautiful, and the entire mountain system, only a trail circling around the mountain can go to the main peak. It can be seen that this road has been opened for many years. Maybe it was opened up in the battle of Zhao Jianzi besieging Handan City more than 200 years ago, or maybe it was opened up in a trip after Zhao Jinghou moved the capital to Handan, no one knows.

It rises in vain from the flats, weaves through the rocks, crosses the mountains and crosses the mountains, and crosses the main peak several miles away. The ridge peak that the mountain road passes through, like a fish spine, like a cow's back, the higher the ridge, the more dangerous the peak.

On this kind of dangerous road, Mingyue, who was held high in the air and bumped, and who had always been accustomed to being in control of her own destiny, could not help but be frightened, for fear that if the person carrying the chariot stumbled and missed, he would fall off the cliff and break his bones.

However, the four people below were blind, and their shoulders and arms were firmly on the pole, so that Chang'an Jun who was sitting on it kept his balance, even though he was panting and sweating profusely, no one shouted tired.

"They are all loyal people who have served the Zhao family for generations......"

Mingyue secretly commented on them in her heart, thinking that when she went to Qi Kingdom, she should also bring these four people.

This is a game about trust, slowly, Mingyue is not nervous, to the back, has begun to look east and west with confidence, to see the purple mountains full of green, majestic peaks, see Shu Qi in the back of the mountain road like flying.

This sword boy who was not allowed to have fun by touching the dragon's ears in the past seemed to have recovered his nature at this moment, sometimes chasing butterflies, sometimes aiming at the rabbit that was speeding by, but when Chang Anjun looked back at him, he restrained himself, and pretended to press the sword steadily......

"It's not bad to take a break and get some fresh air."

Mingyue smiled slightly, but found that Zhao Mu's steps in front of her had stopped, and before she knew it, the Mafujun Courtyard halfway up the mountain had arrived......

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"Chang'anjun, this is my small house."

After getting off the step, Zhao Mu trotted over, still a little restrained and nervous.

Mingyue fixed her eyes to see, but saw that there is a hole in this half of the mountainside, here is a rare flat land in the mountains, between the pine and cypress in the dense forest, there is a small courtyard with two entrances, there are a few acres of fields outside the yard, planting vegetables such as winter flowers, cranberries, leeks, green onions, etc., surrounded by a fence entwined with wild flowers and old vines, and several erection maids are holding the fence to look out at these uninvited guests.

"My father and brother should be over there."

Following what Zhao Mu pointed out, Mingyue saw that next to the hut, the ravine was deep, the stream was clear, and there was a small pavilion with a thatched roof standing by the water, and several warriors were standing outside the pavilion. On a pair of stone tables in the pavilion, there are two people sitting opposite each other, often dressed without crowns, both of them are excited, as if they are arguing about something, and their voices are so loud that they can drown out the murmuring of the stream......

"Chang'anjun, please wait...... I'll just go and tell you what's going on. After Zhao Mu finished speaking, he was about to go over, but was stopped by Mingyue.

"Still don't bother them."

Mingyue motioned for everyone to be silent, and then patted Zhao Mu's shoulder and walked over with him.

When the samurai outside the pavilion saw that it was their own young gentleman coming, they did not stop it, and gave a salute and stepped aside.

The thick lawn sucked up their footsteps, and as they walked to the pavilion, Mingyue finally saw the faces of the two of them, and what they were arguing about......

The older man was about fifty years old, his beard was up to his chest, and he had left a small scar on the left eyebrow of his face for many years, and his eyebrows were tightly locked at the moment, but the white scar was particularly conspicuous, and he was obviously in some trouble, and he fell into thought.

The young man was less than twenty, his appearance was somewhat similar to that of the elderly, but his demeanor was very different, his eyes were surprisingly bright, a pair of eagle eyebrows were raised proudly, the corners of his mouth were smug with a smug smile, his hands were on his chest, his fingers were still tapping on his arms to make the other party unhappy, and it was a great pleasure for this son to watch his father in a dilemma.

On the stone case in front of them, there is a city surrounded by belts, and outside the "city", there are two "armies" composed of many small wooden blocks and blades......

When Mingyue walked to the pavilion, this art of war deduction was nearing the end, and the "army" on the elder's side had been beaten by the young people, divided into several pieces to fight for each other, this kind of defeat, no matter what wonderful art of war was used, it could not be saved......

But he saw that he lifted the only remaining piece of wood, put it down again, and after repeating it several times, he finally sighed, waved his hand, and made a mess of all kinds of things on the stone case.

The young man didn't do it anymore, he hurriedly leaned forward, protected his "army" of wooden leaves with both hands, and shouted: "Father, you can't be fooled! ”

His father's face was uncertain: "Who are you as an old man, how can you deny it?" If today's exercise fails to stump you, you will lose! ”

At this time, the young man was so proud that he was about to go to heaven, and he ignored his father's unwillingness, crossed his waist and laughed: "Father, I will say, but no one in the world can compare with me, you are still not convinced, you have to deduce with me, now believe it, right?" ”

The old man said angrily: "Arrogance! Do you think that if you win a few times in deduction, you really know the art of war? ”

The young man was not convinced, and retorted to his father: "Father's words are unreasonable, "Wu Guo Sun Tzu's Art of War" thirteen articles, I have memorized it backwards, "Sima Law" one hundred and fifty-five articles, "Wu Qi" forty-eight articles, I also read it to the point of familiarity, in addition, such as "Fan Li" two articles, "Ni Liang Art of War" three articles, I also have some experience, if you don't even know the art of war, then how to understand!? ”

As soon as he spoke, the old man turned red with anger and was filled with anger, stood up with a few slaps on the table, and began to reprimand the young man. As soon as the father and son finished their theoretical deduction, they began to talk about each other again, and they just rolled up their sleeves and fought a real game.

Shu Qi behind Mingyue was afraid that his father would touch the dragon like a mouse seeing a cat, where had he seen such a strange father-son relationship, and he was stunned.

Zhao Mu was not surprised, but his face was a little red, and he said softly to Mingyue: "Father and brother, it has always been like this, which makes Chang'an Jun smile......"

Therefore, whenever the father and son wanted to conduct military affairs, his mother always drove them to the mountains, otherwise how could it be that the private lords would see their feudal monarchs like this?

Mingyue didn't answer, the old man was naturally Zhao Hao, the horse service jun they had been famous for a long time along the way, as for the young man......

Watching him discuss the art of war, his eyebrows fluttering, Lao Tzu's posture on the first day and the second day, Mingyue seemed to see a general who was determined to unilaterally declare his victory after deducing the tactics before the Changping War......

That's right, he told himself.

This is Zhao Kuo!

The sinner who is called "on paper" and buried the lives of more than 400,000 Zhao people in Changping!