It had just rained, and the clouds over Xianyang were clear and covered with a layer of water.

Zilanxuan during the day, with a sense of leisure, closed the door to thank guests. In front of the court, the carriages and horses were cold.

Zhao Shuang snorted, leaned on the railing, across the lake, and watched the birds fly in the distance.

The purple girl combed her hair in front of the mirror, looked at Zhao Shuang on one side, and asked softly.

"So Wei Zhuang agreed?"

"Ah Zhuang is Ah Zhuang after all!"

Zhao Shuang smiled and looked at the sky, the clouds were curling, and after a while, the light in the sky was swallowed by the clouds.

The rain fell slightly, causing ripples in the lake.

The scorching summer day gradually disappeared into blood with a rebellion in the distance, and the autumn wind gradually rose, and the chill swept through the house.

In the copper furnace, cigarette smoke curls.

Zhao Shuang walked from the side of the railing to the copper furnace in the house, and the heat was still emitted from the fine holes. Zhao Shuang opened the lid and added a few pieces of charcoal from the side, the scarlet flame burned slowly, emitting heat.

The space that was invaded by autumn soon became warm again, and the cold wind outside the house could not invade.

Zhao Shuang was wearing a single coat and leaned on the soft collapse.

Lang Yu took the long qin and walked into the house, and sat in the side room through a layer of curtains.

The purple girl picked up the steaming copper kettle from the side, her hair fell obliquely, and the hot water was poured into the coarse pottery teacup, and the tea wafted, and the aroma soon came out.

The melodious sound of the piano, accompanied by the sound of rain, spreads, and is unusually pleasant.

Zhao Shuang closed his eyes and tapped his fingers, enjoying the melody of the music.

The door opened, Wei Zhuang walked in from the outside, saw the scene in this house, walked to Zhao Shuang's side by himself, and sat down.

After a song, Zhao Shuang opened his eyes.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and Miss Langyu's piano skills have grown more and more."

"Thank you for your compliment!"

The purple girl was beside her, smiling slightly.

"Since the last time you said that Rongyu's piano skills need to be improved, I've been practicing hard for a long time these days."

Zhao Shuang nodded and looked at Wei Zhuang.

"The position of the Prime Minister's Guest Secretary, you resigned?"

Wei Zhuang nodded, and placed the shark tooth on the table.

"What the hell do you know?"

"Chang Yu is easy to deal with, but the net behind him is a tricky problem. And now, Lü Buwei will have to be consistent with Chang Yu to some extent, which means that the originally divided net will glow with new strength. ”

Zhao Shuang looked at Wei Zhuang and smiled slightly.

"So, do you want to create an organization that can stand up to the net?"

"An organization that can stand up to the net?"

With the plucking of Yu Su's fingers, the sound of the piano rose again, and the corners of Wei Zhuang's mouth curled.

"Isn't it enough to rely on the Mo family alone?"

The purple girl looked at Zhao Shuang, and as these words fell, her eyes were a little curious.

It is rumored that the great commander of the Mo family has a great relationship with Hanyangjun of the Qin State. Even, a large artifact workshop of the Mo family is in the territory of Hanyang Jun.

It's just that Zinu has never heard Zhao Shuang talk about the Mo family.

"The Mo family alone is naturally not enough."

Zhao Shuang's words can be regarded as admitting his relationship with the Mo family in front of everyone. The Mo family is not Zhao Shuang's Mo family, not to mention, the Mo family is not an assassin organization, and it is very different in terms of professionalism.

"If this organization wants to confront the net, it must integrate intelligence collection and assassination, and have the ability to respond quickly. In a short period of time, it has the ability to make the fastest deployment where the task needs to be completed. ”

Before Zhao Shuang's words were finished, Wei Zhuang's face showed strong interest.

"Interesting! It's just that the net has been accumulated for hundreds of years, and the foundation is strong. Although their organization in the Six Kingdoms of Shandong was washed by you before. But in the past few years, there has been a resurgence. It is not easy to confront it. ”

"Indeed!"

Zhao Shuang smiled and agreed with Wei Zhuang's statement.

"That's why it's more interesting. Ah Zhuang, what do you think? ”

The more dangerous it was, the more interesting Wei Zhuang felt, and he nodded his head without feeling it.

"Does this organization have any other purpose than to fight against the net?"

"Skill to know treachery, to stop punishment with punishment!"

Zhao Shuang said shamelessly, and then added.

"That's a long-term goal."

"What about short-term goals?"

The purple girl was a little curious, looked at Zhao Shuang, and asked, but she heard him say without hesitation.

"Protect me!"

Wei Zhuang rolled his eyes, didn't want to pay attention, just asked.

"What is the name of this organization, have you thought about it?"

"The people of heaven and earth are like gathering and scattering quicksand, and this organization is called quicksand."

"Good name!"

The purple girl sighed slightly, her face flushed with joy.

"I'm going to join in, too."

........

"Ahh

Thousands of miles away, in Xiaoshengxianzhuang, Han Fei, who was currently studying, felt a chill for some reason.

"Brother Han Fei, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Cang was sitting next to him, holding a roll of bamboo slips, watching.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a chill. It's as if something important has suddenly disappeared. ”

Han Fei touched his shoulder, goosebumps all over his body, and suddenly he got up, and after a while, it disappeared.

Zhang Cang shook his head, crying and laughing, not knowing how to describe it.

"What are you looking at?"

Han Fei looked at Zhang Cang and asked.

Zhang Cang spread out the bamboo slips, without the slightest intention of concealing it.

"This is the work of Han Yangjun of the Qin State, compiled in the "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", and there are some scattered articles, which is quite interesting."

Han Fei scratched his head and took a look.

"Is it the Hanyang Jun who is above the court of the Qin State and bluntly says that Qin wants to destroy the Six Kingdoms?"

As the grandson of the king of South Korea, Han Fei is naturally interested in this information. And Xiao Shengxian Zhuang is a Confucian sect in the world, and the news from the courts from all over the world can finally gather here.

These Confucian scholars study behind closed doors, but they can't hide the affairs of the world.

"Exactly!"

Looking at this person's article, it can be seen that he is talented. It's just that he threatened to destroy the Six Kingdoms, which is really arrogant. ”

Zhang Cang smiled and looked at Han Fei.

"Just as arrogant as you?"

Han Fei smiled, and the corners of his mouth inexplicably raised an angle.

"The land of the Six Kingdoms is ten times larger than Qin. The power of the Six Kingdoms is also ten times that of Qin. What a pity! In the past, the incident was defeated, and Zhao Shuang, the general of Zhao State, failed to capture Xianyang. Otherwise, there are still two things to say about today. ”

Zhang Cang nodded and put down the bamboo slip in his hand.

"Zhao Shuang, the general of Zhao, died in Longmen, Zhao lost a future general, and the world also lost a sharp weapon that could compete with Qin."

Han Fei suddenly smiled and asked an interesting question.

"It is said that Zhao Shuang, the general of Zhao Guo, is dead, but no one has ever seen his body. You said that the general of Zhao State is called Zhao Shuang, and the Hanyang Jun of Qin State is also called Zhao Shuang, will they be the same person? ”

Zhang Cang's face became a little strange and sneered.

"Just because they are all called Zhao Shuang, they are all young dignitaries?"

"It's not impossible!"

Han Fei laughed, these almost dreamy words did not make much waves. In the room, a group of Confucian disciples quickly buried their attention in the book.