Chapter 142: The Game of Monarchs and Ministers

Withdraw.

Retreat.

Three retreats.

The clans staggered to their feet, full of sorrow, for the king had long since turned away from their clansmen, and now they had not even been judged.

and drove away.

They are the filth of heaven and earth, and they are rebels who jump into the Yellow River and cannot be washed away.

Treason, treason.

It should also, it should also.

Not daring to delay, they knelt down and retreated together: "Long live the king, long live, long live!" Long live the king, long live! โ€

"Long live the king, long live, long live!"

"Long live the king, long live, long live!"

In the flow of people along the tide, a pervasive smell of blood was sent to the end of the nose, and when the group of clans knelt down, there was an eight-foot-tall bloody man who came facing the wind and snow.

His eyes were full of frost and vicissitudes, and his body was covered with whip marks, as if a whole piece of skin had been peeled off, mottled red, and the closer he got, the more he could see the filthy meridians inside.

He fell to his knees.

The voice was full of energy, like a stacked wave in everyone's ears: "Defeated and humiliated, the crime Li Xin has the trust of the king and the trust of the Qin people, come to ask for the guilt!" โ€

In the wind and snow, but for a moment.

Ying Zheng walked out of the hall, he was dressed in a big hat, and his deep eyes contained a sharp edge that could not be penetrated by snow.

Such a powerful royal aura lingered in the chaotic wind and snow.

It's hard to look at it directly.

The young general knelt on the steps, his back tense, his bulging muscles squeezing and chapping flesh.

He was willing to wait for the butcher's knife to fall.

After all, he is also young, with the unparalleled courage and courage of 200,000 exterminators, and the invincible ability to raise the whip and point to the battlefield as an endless feat.

But it is difficult to carry the weight of these 200,000 heroic souls.

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes: "Li Xin." โ€

Li Xin choked up: "Your Majesty."

"It's not you, it's lonely." He said, "Lone is the sinner of Great Qin. โ€

*

Silver Charcoal Bibo.

The peel of the fruit was dried on the stove, and the sour smell permeated the entire room.

Wang Jian was holding an iron frame, fiddling with charcoal, and scolded his old wife coldly: "Ouch, tell you not to lie down and ponder all the time, do some work, let you watch a fire, you see what these charcoals have been ruined by you, while burning a row, the pile is neat, you should be a soldier to fight?" What about the middle, there is no charcoal in the middle, and I don't plan to stand people, so I just roast it cold, right? โ€

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Wang Jian was scolded silently.

He tossed the coals back one by one.

Old Madam Wang looked at him like a stubborn donkey, sighed, didn't say anything, and went out.

It's been an hour.

Wang Jian canned the dried peels, picked out two or three small pieces of peels, and sat on the long table with hot tea to drink alone.

Outside the window, there was a white expanse.

This thatched house, located in a remote corner of the luxurious palace, has an empty interior, and there are some terracotta pots on the ground, which contain the sauerkraut pickled by his wife, and next to it is a large vegetable garden.

In a few months, if he Wang Jian did not go to war.

He will grow some shallots, sunflowers, and weeds.

If you go to attack the state of Chu.

While he was still thinking, the rebel son Wang Ben came back with a snowstorm, and when he entered the house, he pedaled his boots loudly, ignoring the old father who was still sitting and drinking hot tea.

Stretching out his hand to cover the mouth of the pot-bellied clay pot, Wang Jian looked at the ash in the room.

He thought to himself: This kid, I owe it again.

"Dad, our Qin army has been defeated!"

According to the usual practice, the son had to howl twice when he came in, and after he finished howling, his handsome brows were tightened, and his figure sat opposite him like electricity, "Daddy, do you really don't know or fake don't know?" โ€

Daddy Wang drank tea: "The entire Qin Kingdom knows that your father is not blind and deaf to that extent." โ€

"The king has surrendered to the clan, and the Qin country is in chaos."

"The king condemned the clan. How to reduce the guilt? โ€

"Collectively committed suicide in the Xianyang Palace, and many people died."

"Listen to whom?"

"Mengjia Meng Yi, he doesn't like to fight, and now he serves the king of Qin and turns around in the official system."

Wang Ben fiddled with the jade buckle on his body, and made a sonorous sound, "Dad, you behaved like that at that meeting, didn't you guess that this battle would be lost?" โ€

Wang Jian was bland: "What kind of posture." โ€

The muscles of the rebel were tense, smooth as a barracuda, his head was half lowered, and then he looked at him with his spare eyes. โ€

With a "bang", the clay pot flew away from the case in all directions.

When Wang Jian slapped it with a palm, Wang Ben disappeared like a ghost, and he had already leaned against the door frame to look at him, "Ang? Daddy? โ€

"As the saying goes, the old man is too harsh on you, and he has never given you a heavy task, even if he leads the army to attack Wei, you are also personally lobbied by the King of Qin and the official office, maybe your talent has entered the eyes of the King of Qin, maybe it is something else, the old man doesn't want to know, but except that you are the son of the old man, you deserve to be a general, and you are not enough in the eyes of the old man."

Wang Jian sneered.

That's a terrible thing to say.

Wang Ben's face changed faintly, he had been suppressed and belittled by his father for many years, and the sticks and countless denials he had dodged since he was a child had grown into an indelible scar on him.

Even if he led the troops to defeat Wei and became famous, he became a cutting-edge general of the Qin State.

Seeing his clenched fists, Wang Qian's dull and sophisticated eyes were unfazed, "Say two words to you, it's still too tender." โ€

He said, "The old man warned you again, and I told you when I was fighting Zhao that the long sword of the Qin State is pointing at the world. โ€

"The world is not about cutting, but about governance, how to govern, how to govern? Have you ever thought about it? โ€

"The Qin State has destroyed Korea, and the Zhao State, the Wei State, and the Yan State have been cut by the Qin State and have long been extinct in name. The territory of the Qin State is still expanding, and the wealth of the Qin State has long been piled up, what does the Qin State need at this time? โ€

"Is there anything wrong with the strategy that Li Xin talked about? Isn't that a surprise? The old man is old in the military, there are so many good fighters in the Qin State, and he can't say a word after listening to it, Guo Wei commands the military to destroy the country, doesn't he have the approval? What about the rest of the civil servants? What about King Qin? โ€

"To meet the famous master, it is the time of the day, the confrontation between Qin and Chu is the geographical advantage, the loss of people, the rebellion of Qi Qi, Li Xin's defeat in this battle, who is resentful? Seeking victory in danger, success will be famous through the ages, and the benefits of the Qin State will not be much to say, but if it is defeated. โ€

"There are many changes on the battlefield, Li Xin rushed into a surprise attack, and the Chu army was naturally familiar with the terrain to counterattack, and when it dragged it halfway, it had already been defeated. Qi Qi's rebellion is just a more tragic defeat, for an ethnic group, the belief in the unity of the family and the country is almost indelible, staying in the Chu family of the Qin State, no less than the Qu Jingzhao family of the Chu State, they will gradually erode and disintegrate, and disperse the king's royal power. The king can see this very clearly, and the reason for the defeat of Fa Chu is not Mi Qi but any clan surnamed Mi and Xiong. โ€

"How about conquering the world? What about the royal family with great achievements, all the birds and beasts, and the good bow is hidden. โ€

"Restore the sub-feudal system of the Zhou Dynasty, with the temperament of the King of Qin, it should achieve the great cause of no one who has never been seen before or after, what about the Chu family, the King of Qin is not here, if the Chu family is here, the Chu State will continue in another way after a hundred years."

Wang Jian looked at his stubborn son, put down the clay pot and said: "This battle was lost, the Qin State lost 200,000 elites, lost armor, heavy grain, grass and heavy weapons, the Qin army was defeated, the Qin State was defeated, but the King of Qin, was it really defeated?" โ€

It's not that Wang Ben doesn't understand.

But he was young, fiery, and full of blood.

Bo Ran thought that the order of the world was nothing more than a siege of cities, and the battlefield in the twilight would also burn with fire and clouds.

It's as simple as winning or losing, just galloping on the happy life of life and death.

He shrugged his shoulders, "The monarch is the first Mingxiong monarch overlord in the world, he must have his reason for doing this, Dad, you are not a worm in his stomach, how do you know what the monarch is thinking?" โ€

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Wang Jian really wanted to kick him out like a rag.

A rag can absorb some dirty water anyway.

He doesn't eat oil and salt.

He frowned impatiently: "Go out, go out, go and help your mother pickle vegetables." โ€

"My mother originally wanted you to do it, but you are clumsy, this will not be that, why did you instigate me."

Wang Ben shook his arms and legs, and his smooth jawline was raised, "I'm not small, I'm not fooled, this general is the general of the Qin State, what kind of vegetables to pickle, you take the lead in pickling, I'll go." โ€

"It's not a small arrogance."

Wang Jian said in a light tone: "One day you fell off the horse, don't shout pain." โ€

"Fight small and resist falling, and the skin is solid and durable!"

The handsome young man came over and filled him with a glass of water, and said, "Dad, you said, if you are responsible for the defeat of Chu, will the king punish Li Xin?" โ€

"The old man is not the King of Qin, how do you know what the King of Qin is thinking?"

"What if you kill him?"

"The old man destroys Zhao, Yan, you destroy Wei, the seven kingdoms are in the world, and the Wang family accounts for three."

Wang Jian sighed and said, "In the ups and downs of history, our Wang family is not confined to wealth and nobility, and knows how to retreat bravely from the rapids, so that we can be wise." โ€

The kid said: "No, there is another country, Dad, Zhao, Yan, Chu, Chu is also yours." โ€

Wang Qian's eyes showed extremely slight surprise.

Wang Ben said, "King Qin is not a faint mediocrity of the Six Kingdoms, he is diligent in political affairs, treats meritorious heroes and good generals, and is also a wide range of words, he completely let go of the water attack on Wei, without many restrictions, the brothers all said, he is the king, we fight to be comfortable, relaxed, happy, we are in awe of him, but also to believe in him." โ€

He stiffened his neck and said, "Dad, my son has inquired about everything, the king did not punish Li Xin, he did not anger anyone, he is heroic and extraordinary, like a god coming to the world, he is the Ming Jun who admires the dynasty, Dad, you have overthought it, don't think about it, the king of Qin told you to fight, go to war quickly." โ€

Wang Jian held the clay pot and drank water.

"You're going to farm, but you're not going."

After Wang Ben finished speaking, he walked out, "Give Ben a Qin sword to kill the Chu army." โ€

Wang Jian sighed: "The rabbit cub is dead to death, but it can be regarded as leaving." โ€

But it's good to be young.

He shook his head again, "As far as you rabbit cub know, do you know that the old man is lazy all day long?" โ€

Brother Ben is Brother Zheng's number one horse boy (ยคฯ‰ยค)