Last night, Si'er and I hid under the covers and talked all night, and when the sky was a little cloudy, we closed our eyes for a while.

In the morning, the two of them ate breakfast in a daze, and Si'er floated to the kitchen with his eyes half-closed, and I also went into the study in a daze. The general's bookcase had already folded several scrolls of bamboo slips, which should be the secret report he said yesterday. I smoked herbs in the clay oven with the clove pattern at hand on the side of the bookcase, closed my eyes and rested for a while, and then I calmed down and opened the bamboo slips.

The secret report of the Qin State on the table was written in the Jin script, and when read through, it had nothing to do with the battle of Qi and Wu, and it looked like a chattering family letter. I was surprised, and I opened several other bamboo slips and looked at them, and found that I had the same problem.

The general regarded me as a wise man, but I couldn't even read the secret report, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for it. Later, if he asks about the secret report, I will definitely disappoint him if I can't answer it.

I took the bamboo slip and read it upside down, backwards, and even touched it with my hands, but I couldn't find out the mystery.

This spy of the Qin State is really clever, even if these books are intercepted halfway, it is estimated that no one will think that the Qin people are using the family letters of the Jin people to deliver secret reports. However, since the secret report conveys a message between countries, the names of countries and people always have to be written, right? So, I began to simply search for the names of the various vassal states in the secret letters, and sure enough, I found something.

It turned out that there was a special way to read this secret letter - take the first word on the first piece of bamboo, then take the first word on the ninth piece of bamboo, then follow the second word on the second piece of bamboo, the second word on the eighth piece of bamboo, and so on, the content of this secret letter finally appeared in front of my eyes. It's just that the secret report did not mention Duanmu Ci mentioned by the general yesterday, but mentioned a person named Zigong many times.

Zigong was a proud protégé of Lu Guofu Kongqiu, who was very good at rhetoric, and was once praised by his teacher as "the vessel of Hulian" (1). In his early years, the master had listened to Confucius lecture in the state of Lu, so he greatly respected Confucianism. Even with it, I also know a lot of Confucian people, Zigong is one of them. It's just that there are many Confucian scribes, and I don't know why this time it has something to do with the battle of Qi and Wu.

The more I looked down at the secret report in my hand, the more I sighed at the horror of Zigong.

The original cause of the incident was that the State of Qi wanted to send troops to attack the State of Lu. In order to save the Lu State from war, Zigong lobbied Chen Heng, the prime minister of Qi, to persuade the Qi State to turn around and attack Wu. He proposed: "Those who are worried about the inside attack the strong, and those who are worried about the outside attack the weak." The implication of this remark is that if Chen Heng wants to eradicate domestic dissent through war, he must fight against a strong country and trap other ministers in Wu, so that he can quickly grasp the internal affairs of Qi.

This suggestion was in Chen Heng's arms, so Chen Heng immediately agreed to send troops to attack Wu. However, the Qi army that set off earlier had already reached the border of Lu, so the Qi and Lu armies formed an embarrassing situation of no war and no peace on the border.

After that, Zigong rushed to the state of Wu. After summoning him, Wu Wangfu thought that he would borrow troops from Wu to save Lu, but surprisingly, Zigong never mentioned the matter of borrowing troops, but instead advised Fucha to fight for the position of the overlord of the world, not to cut Yue, but to cut Qi, and also guaranteed that he could persuade Goujian, the king of Yue, to send troops to help him attack Qi.

When the husband was half convinced, Zigong rushed to Yue again. Goujian, the king of Yue, personally greeted him. Zigong told the king of Yue that if he wanted to take revenge, he must completely paralyze his enemies, and if he was willing to send troops to help Wu attack Qi, then Fucha would believe in his surrender even more. Moreover, this battle is beneficial to the Yue State regardless of whether Wu wins or loses.

I can't help but think that if Wu really becomes a big country that can confront Jin and Chu after a war with Qi, what good will it do to Yue?

I didn't understand it, but Yue Wang Goujian already knew it. He sent an army of 3,000 elite armor to aid the Wu State in attacking Qi, and at the same time sent a lot of property. In this way, Wu Wangfucha finally decided to send troops from the nine counties of Wu to aid Lu Waqi.

In the end, Zigong went to the Jin State to meet with Shangqing Zhao Ying, and persuaded him to remain neutral in the battle of Wuqi, recuperate and wait for the opportunity.

Reading through a few secret letters, my mind was a mess. It is said that the 100,000 troops sent by the Qi State this time all died in Ailing, and the corpses on the battlefield were piled up as high as a mountain. A scribe can actually play with the world's military affairs with a mouth. What kind of person is Duanmuci? What is he taking advantage of? Why did those hundreds of thousands of soldiers die?

I was so dizzy that I lay down on the bookcase to rest for a while, but I didn't expect this party to fall asleep quickly.

In a haze, I felt as if I had left the General's Mansion and was on a wilderness. There, there was knee-length green thatch, and some small white flowers bloomed among the thatch. Occasionally, the wind blows, and the thatch rushes in waves, making the sound of brushing.

What a beautiful, quiet place......

In the turquoise waves, there was a faint path full of wildflowers. I walked along the path, the wind in the wilderness caressed my long hair and blew the corners of my clothes, and when the path finally drowned in the thatch, I was already standing in the middle of the field, and the heavens and the earth held me tightly in their arms.

I lay on my back on the thatch, picked a small white flower and put it on the tip of my nose to smell its aroma, and closed my eyes only to hear the breeze singing softly in my ear:

The sun in the East, the son of the other is in my room. In my room, I am in my room.

The moon in the east, the son of the other, is in my place. In my, I am shy. （2）

This is a folk song of Qidi, it's so good......

I opened my eyes to listen more closely, but suddenly I heard the sound of killing in the distance. I hurriedly stood up, and saw countless soldiers swooping down from the high ground on both sides, screaming, and rushing in front of me in the blink of an eye with halberds and giant axes.

I tried to escape, but I found that I couldn't lift my feet at all, and I felt like I was crucified in the middle of the battlefield, and I could only watch the soldiers fall in front of me one by one. Their bodies sank into the thatch and crushed the flowers. Their blood splattered onto my face with a warm touch.

Where the hell is this? How so! Before a soldier could run in front of me, he was stabbed to death by a soldier from behind, and his head was cut off and rolled to my feet. I screamed in fright, but I couldn't make any sound. The beheading man passed through me, picked up the head from the ground and pinned it to his waist, but before he could raise his head, a speeding chariot cut off his left leg. I couldn't help but vomit, who would save me!