However, on the third day, the eldest son, Huguan and the two cities were successively lost under the attack of Wang Ben and others, and only one city was besieged by Wang Jian and his own army, and the original huge rebellion was ruthlessly suppressed in an instant.

It's like a joke, everyone listens to it and laughs, and then it ends, and only one piece of text is widely circulated.

……

Stay in the city.

Chang'an Jun Chengcheng was not moved in the slightest when he learned the news of the loss of the second city, and since he came to his senses, he understood that this rebellion could not succeed at all, and it was launched too hastily, without the slightest preparation, just like an impulsive act of a person who has lost his mind.

"Oh, maybe I'll become a joke for future generations~"

Cheng Chan held the wine glass, smiled self-deprecatingly, and immediately raised his glass and drank it all.

He never thought that he would one day end up in this field, after all, he underestimated those old foxes in the Qin State, maybe from the day he fought against Lü Buwei, the end was already doomed.

But now that I want to understand this, what can I do!

It's too late after all, and there is no regret in this world.

Fan Yuzhi looked at Cheng Chan's demeanor, couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, there are still 80,000 soldiers in the city at the moment, we are not without the strength of a fight, the last general is willing to personally lead the army to fight a decisive battle with Wang Jian tomorrow, if he wins, everything is still unknown, if he loses, the king will take the opportunity to break through and go to the land of Zhao and Yan, and in the future, he may be able to use the power of the princes to kill the fake King of Qin and recapture the Qin State Sheji!"

"Do you believe this?"

Cheng Chan put down his wine glass and shook his head, with a hint of relief in his eyes: "We have fallen for the enemy's conspiracy, and this trap against me may have been dug a long time ago, just waiting for me to jump in!"

said.

He took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Fan Yuzhi: "If you lose the battle tomorrow, you must remember not to resist stubbornly, just surrender to Wang Jian and the others, with your relationship with me, they will not kill you, and after you are escorted back to Xianyang, you will inevitably be summoned by Yingzheng, and then you will give him this letter, or you can save your life."

"Your Majesty, the last general is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, if there is no appreciation from the king, how can there be today's Fan Yuzhi, and if he is defeated tomorrow, the last general is willing to die with the king!"

Fan Yuzhi frowned when he heard this, and without the slightest hesitation, he arched his hand and said.

"If you die, will you not give your life in vain?"

Cheng Chan stepped forward, stretched out his hand and patted Fan Yuzhi's shoulder, and said slowly: "I know that you are loyal, so I handed over this matter to you, now that the defeat has been achieved, it is useless to continue to struggle, you and I are the king, I should think about the way back for you."

After a pause, his eyes condensed slightly, "Since ancient times, becoming a king and defeating a king is nothing more than death, I can afford to lose!"

When Fan Yu heard this, he hurriedly said, "Why should you care about temporary gains and losses, you should save your life and seek the future!"

"If I don't die, some people won't be at ease."

Cheng Chan sneered.

"Who are those whom the king speaks of?"

Fan Yuzhi couldn't help but ask.

Cheng Chan looked at Fan Yuzhi and said lightly: "You are just a military general, leading troops to fight is what you are good at, it seems that these things are not something you can meddle in, if you really want to avenge me, just hand over this letter to Ying Zheng, and he will find out everything for me." ….

Growing up together, he knows Yingzheng very well, and if the other party knows about it, he will definitely be suspicious.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will one day take root.

That's enough!

Fan Yuzhi looked hesitant, bowed his head and pleaded, "The last general still wants to try!"

「…… Then let's try it."

Cheng Chan's eyes were slightly downcast, and after a while, he said lightly, he also needs a few days to prepare, and he is unwilling to die here!

……

On the other side, in the main camp tent of the Qin army.

Wang Jian is thinking about one thing, whether to storm Tunliu, at present, the Cheng Chan rebels are left with the lonely city of Tunliu, the city wall is not tall, and it is not difficult to attack it, but as the commander of an army, he needs to consider whether it is worth it.

There are also nearly 100,000 soldiers and horses in the city, all of whom are the elite of the Qin State.

If it is a strong attack, there will inevitably be great casualties on both sides, which is not what Wang Jian wants to see.

The generals on the side saw Wang Qian's hesitation, and couldn't help but suggest: "The general might as well persuade him to surrender!"

"Then try it!"

Wang Jian nodded and said lightly.

。。。。。。。。

this day.

In a hot spring water in the side hall of Lanchi Palace, Zhao Jia was soaking in it, his arms outstretched, leaning on the edge of the pool, tilting his head slightly, closing his eyes to recuperate, enjoying the tranquility and leisure of this moment, until he heard a slight footstep in his ears, he looked sideways.

What caught my eye was a pair of delicate feet, padding their heels, walking slowly.

She moved lightly, her posture was elegant, she slowly walked to Zhao Jia's side and knelt down, leaned over to test the water, revealing the murder weapon, she was really rich and generous, and she was a little dizzy.

Zhao Ji glanced at the little enemy who was enjoying alone, and snorted lightly: "The mourning family is busy with government affairs, you are good, you soak in the hot springs here in broad daylight, and you don't know how to wait for the mourning family~"

Her slender jade fingers gently plucked the hot spring water, and when she noticed that the water temperature was good, she put her feet into it, and at the same time leaned sideways on Zhao Jia's side, her jade fingers slid over Zhao Jia's skin, feeling the young and energetic muscles.

Zhao Ji is wearing a red tulle dress at the moment, and her proud figure curves are looming.

Zhao Jia held Zhao Ji's feet and played with them, and while caressing her calves, she asked with concern, "Why did you delay so long today?"

"It's not because of Cheng Chan's matter, he led the troops to rebel, which made the Qin State unpeaceful, and now he is besieged in Tunliu, isolated and helpless, and not far from defeat, so the court argued about how to deal with Cheng Chan, and the heads of the mourning family were all noisy~"

Zhao Ji didn't hide it from Zhao Jia, put her arms around his neck, slid into the water, snuggled into his arms, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said lazily.

She has been less and less interested in these things recently, and if she could, she would prefer to stay with Zhao Jia all the time.

"What do you think about the Adult Python?"

Zhao Jia hugged Zhao Ji, feeling the smoothness of her skin, but her eyes were very clear, and asked softly.

Zhao Ji said lazily: "Cheng Cheng is young, maybe he was deceived by others, so he did such a bastard thing, the Mourning family intends to save his life, but unfortunately Lu Buwei's old thing does not agree, the Mourning family is a harem person after all, how to say about them, simply let them quarrel."

Bao can't keep it, and the killer sent by Lü Buwei may already be on the way...... Zhao Jia muttered in his heart, the current Qin State, Lu Buwei deserves the four words of power, and he can do whatever he wants.

It can even be said: My rules are rules!

"What does the king say?"

Zhao Jia buried his head in Zhao Ji's neck and said in a low voice.

Zhao Ji hugged Zhao Jia's head tightly, biting her lip lightly, as if suppressing something: "What can Zheng'er say, he has not yet been crowned, he can only listen to the opinions of the ministers~"

"As his mother, won't you help him?"

When Zhao Jia heard this, he didn't hold grievances for Yingzheng, and the strength in his hands was a little bigger.

Zhao Ji was in pain, Meimu glanced at Zhao Jia in her arms, and said angrily: "It hurts~ You know how to bully the mourning family~"

"Do you like that?"

Zhao Jia made a movement in his hand and said softly.

He was answered with a coquettish voice:

"Nasty~".

Xiao Lian Xueyue