"The old man is already old, and he can't handle such a sharp weapon as the net, and it is reasonable to hand over the net to Yang Hujun." Lu Buwei smiled and said.

"The net is indeed a sharp weapon, such a thing, I am only temporary, and I will still hand it over in less than three years." Yang Ming said bluntly.

With such an existence as Luo Wang, if a general like Yang Ming has been in charge for too long, it is not a good thing, but Yang Ming does not have to worry about this, because at that time, Qin Wangzheng will send someone to take over Luo Wang, Li Si has already begun to appear, and Zhao Gao has already sharpened his sword.

"Yang Hujun is Yang Hujun in the end, and if you look at the long term, you can afford it and put it down." Lu Buwei said.

In the eyes of Qin Wangzheng, what he saw was Yang Ming's talent in the way of battle, but what Lu Buwei saw was Yang Ming's ability to govern the government, and the system of three histories and six orders of the Protector Mansion was enough to prove that Yang Ming's genius attainments in the governance of the army.

Regarding the shortcomings in Qin's national politics, Lü Buwei can see that in the process of Qin's foreign wars, everything is for the military, and these shortcomings are not enough to constitute much of a disaster, but if Qin really dominates the world, the drawbacks will spread, the world is too big, and those drawbacks will be magnified several times, enough to constitute a fatal threat to Qin, if the law of the world is still practiced according to the current law of Qin, then the world may not be able to settle down.

Compared with fighting the world, it is more difficult to rule the world. In this regard, Lü Buwei has a deep understanding, and in Yang Ming, Lü Buwei saw the wisdom of governing the world, but unfortunately, Yang Ming is also a wonder, he is more willing to seek a life than to seek a country.

"Those who know the times are handsome." Yang Ming also said.

"That seems to be a better description of the villain." Lu Buwei frowned.

"In front of the king, it's better to be a villain, adult, only one is enough." Yang Ming pointed out otherwise.

However, what kind of person is Lü Buwei, but in terms of Yang Ming's contact with Lü Buwei, he has to admit that Lü Buwei sold a little of his face, especially when Yang Ming himself had no face at all, and Yang Ming still had to remember this favor.

If it was something that could help Lu Buwei or something in a few words, Yang Ming was naturally willing to do it, but if it was more things, Yang Ming would not bother to do it, he was not such an enthusiastic person.

"Villain?" Lu Buwei groaned, his face thoughtful.

is really used to the awe of others, how can you want to return to the ordinary? The word right, how many people in the world can see through it, even if the emperor who will become the first emperor in the world in the future, doesn't he want to live forever and never lose his rights?

"I hope Yang Hujun can remember this sentence in the future." Lü Buwei finally said such a sentence.

In his early years, Lü Buwei traveled south and north to do business, and in middle age, he entered the court, governed the Qin State, and stirred up the world, his knowledge was definitely the top person in this era, and he also saw too many people.

Yang Ming seemed to be careful with Qin Wangzheng, but Lu Buwei knew that Yang Ming's attitude was not because of awe, but because he was too lazy to cause trouble, Yang Ming told him that the villain could live in front of Qin Wangzheng, but Yang Ming himself was willing to be a 'villain' under Qin Wangzheng? Lü Buwei doesn't think so.

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"Is this our future home?" Standing on top of the tall building, Flame Lingji overlooked the mansion in his sight, and only felt that it was a little smaller than the Prince's Mansion in South Korea, and the regulations were far greater than the mansion of the Bloody Cloth Marquis, but then again, the two were Xinzheng and Xianyang, but there was no comparison.

"yes, as long as I don't fall, this will always be our home." Yang Ming looked at the railing.

The mansion that once belonged to Cheng Chan is indeed not small, even if it is separated from the Han Mansion next door, it is still a mansion that can be ranked in the top ten in Xianyang City, but Yang Ming has never liked too big a house, although he likes to be lively, but what he likes is the liveliness between families, not the liveliness of a group of slaves in a high-ranking family in this era.

Compared with the people of this era, Yang Ming can't adapt to the kind of life of being a slave and a servant.

"Should there be a courtyard of mine here?" Flame Spirit Ji asked.

This mansion, three floors before and after, the hall in the front yard can be called a small palace sitting on a high platform, until the middle courtyard, there are watchtowers, theater buildings, warehouse buildings, water pavilions, gatehouses, que, flying pavilions, warehouse towers and the like, and even a small arsenal.

And the tall building where Yang Ming and Flame Spirit Ji are now is connected by the Flying Pavilion.

"That's natural, when the time comes, you can choose the one you like." Yang Ming said.

In the backyard, in addition to the main house, there are also a lot of small courtyards on the left and right sides, during which the layout of the method seems to be to invite Taoist people, with flowing water as the belt, flowers and trees rockery as the separation, there is no sense of division brought by the wall, but still see the different areas in the backyard, as if integrated.

"How about I choose that one?" As she spoke, Flame Spirit Ji had already pointed to the main room in the backyard.

"Yes." Faced with Flame Spirit Ji's 'excessive' request, Yang Ming agreed without thinking about it.

"Really?" Flame Spirit Ji Hu suspiciously, Yang Ming's promise was too simple, so that she had a feeling of disbelief, it was the main house, not a side courtyard.

"It's just a house, what are you thinking about?" Yang Ming asked rhetorically.

"yes, it's just a house, and I can't be locked up here." Flame Spirit Ji smiled, only thinking that her mind was quite interesting, not a joke and joke after thinking, but really having such an impulse.

What she didn't care about before, Flame Spirit Ji now began to care, the rules of the world that she had never looked at in her eyes were now seen by her, but on top of these things, she still had people she cared about more.

"And what can lock you up?" Yang Ming asked rhetorically.

"Of course it's you." Flame Spirit Ji looked at Yang Ming and said with a smile, although it was a light word, but Yang Ming heard the friendship in it, although she didn't pay much attention to it, but she was not a person who didn't know what to do, nor was she a pampered and proud woman.

"That's an honor." Yang Ming said with a smile, when the Flame Spirit Ji's wild fire only burned for herself, this feeling was very unusual.

"It's just, how did I lock you up? Is that so? Yang Ming stretched out his hand to take Flame Spirit Ji and hugged her slender and moving figure into his arms.

"Clever hunters often appear as prey, are you sure that you are now locking me up, not me trapping you?" Flame Spirit Ji tilted her head and stared at Yang Mingdao, between her eyes, the affection was like water, which made people forget themselves.

"Then ask Flame Spirit Ji to taste her prey." Yang Ming cooperated with Flame Spirit Ji Dao, in this matter, why should men and women compete for superiority?

"Then you have to be careful." Flame Spirit Ji said and stood on tiptoe slightly, already biting Yang Ming's jaw, and licking it mischievously with his little tongue, so that Yang Ming was also immersed in Flame Spirit Ji's gentle water.

"Someone's coming." When Flame Spirit Ji was gradually lost in the gentleness he had set up, Yang Ming suddenly pushed Flame Spirit Ji away.

"What's wrong?" Completely regained her freedom, but she was uncomfortable, and Flame Spirit Ji asked.

"Someone's coming." Yang Ming looked into the distance.

"There are a lot of people here, who is here?" Flame Spirit Ji was puzzled.

"There are a lot of people in the palace." Yang Ming said and walked down the stairs.

In the courtyard of the front hall, Zhao Gao's figure appeared there, and the people who came with him were twenty women dressed as palace maids.

"Brother Zhao, is this?" Yang Ming is gaze crossed Zhao Gao and landed on the maids lined up behind him.

These are all young girls, although it is difficult to find the country and the city, but they are all delicate and lovely, even if they are in the palace, they are also one out of ten, Zhao Gao sent these people, or more precisely, Qin Wangzheng sent this person for?

"The king heard that Yang Hujun's mansion was deserted, and there were no maids, so he specially prepared thirty palace maids for Yang Hujun to be called in the palace, among them, some are good at housekeeping, some are good at cooking, some are good at gardening, of course, they are also good at singing and dancing, with them, they will definitely be able to take care of this mansion in a reasonable and orderly manner." Zhao Gao said with a smile, not so cold, but sincere, not only because of Yang Ming's status, but also because of Yang Ming's 'Brother Zhao', which was an affirmation, and it was also an affirmation that Zhao Gao was desperately eager for because of the lack of it.

"Then thank you, the king." Yang Ming said with a smile, his eyes had been withdrawn from the palace maids who exuded youthful breath, among the thirty palace maids, there were a few undercover agents, but it was really a difficult thing to say, fortunately, here in Yang Ming, except for Zhao Ji, there was nothing to see.

Besides, since it was a reward from Xianyang Palace, let alone this delicate and lovely girl, even if it was thirty fierce and vicious guards, Yang Ming would gladly accept it.

"Such a favor, since the prince's reign, you are still the first Yang Hujun." Zhao Gao said with envy.

"It's an honor indeed." Yang Ming said.

In the Xianyang Palace, Qin Wangzheng asked Zhao Gao, who had returned from Yang Ming's mansion, "Has anyone been delivered?"

"Yes, Yang Hujun looks quite happy." Zhao Gao replied.

"Is it because the rewards come from the widows, or are they simply because of those rewards?" Qin Wangzheng asked.

"Well, I guess it's all there." Zhao Gao said cautiously.

"You're telling the truth, this Yang Protector of our Great Qin is not the same as others." Qin Wangzheng groaned.

"Yang Hujun can be regarded as a genius, there is always something special about such a person." Zhao Gao replied.

"That's not what the widow said." Qin Wangzheng picked up a bamboo slip on the bookcase, and there was Yang Ming's handwriting on it.

"The minister wants to go to Zhao Guo and his party to pick up the young sister ......"