In Qin Dynasty, the hero of the bright moon dominates the world

Chapter 189

It has just rained, and the sky over Xianyang is clear and clear, covered with a layer of water.

During the daytime, Zilanxuan thanked guests behind closed doors with a sense of leisure.Before the gate, the horses and chariots were left alone.

Zhao Shuang gave a hutch, leaned on the railing, and watched the birds flying in the distance across the lake.

Zi Nu combed her hair in front of the mirror, looking 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 up at the sky, the clouds rolled up, and after a while, the light in the sky was swallowed by the clouds.

The rain fell slightly, causing ripples in the lake water.

With a rebellion in the distance, the scorching summer gradually disappeared into the blood, and the autumn wind gradually picked up, and the chill swept through the house.

In the copper stove, cigarettes curled up.

Zhao Shuang walked from the side of the railing to the copper stove in the house, and the heat was still emitting 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 infiltrated by autumn soon became warm again, and the cold wind outside could not invade.

Zhao Shuang was wearing unlined clothing and leaned against the soft bed.

Nongyu walked into the room with the Changqin, and sat in the side room through a curtain.

Zi Nu picked up the steaming copper pot from the side, with her hair slanting down, she poured scalding hot water into a thick pottery teacup, the tea leaves wafted, and the aroma soon came out.

The melodious sound of the piano, accompanied by the sound of rain, spread, and it was very pleasant.

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

The door opened, and Wei Zhuang walked in from the outside. Seeing the scene in the room, he walked to Zhao Shuang's side and sat down.

After a song, Zhao Shuang opened his eyes.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Miss Nongyu's piano skills have improved even more."

"Thank you for your praise!"

Zi Nu was beside her, smiling slightly.

"Since you said last time that Nongyu's piano skills need to be improved, Nongyu has practiced hard for a long time these days."

Zhao Shuang nodded and looked at Wei Zhuang.

"Have you resigned from the position of Guest Minister of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Wei Zhuang nodded, and put the shark teeth on the table.

"What do you know?"

"Lao Ai is easy to deal with, but the snare behind him is a tricky problem. Now, Lu Buwei will have to be consistent with Lai Ai to some extent, which means that the originally divided snare will glow with new strength."

Zhao Shuang looked at Wei Zhuang and smiled slightly.

"So, do you want to create an organization that can resist the snare?"

"An organization that can resist the snare?"

Following Nongyu Su's finger stroking lightly, the sound of the piano rose again, and the corners of Wei Zhuang's mouth curled up.

"Isn't it enough to rely on the Mohists?"

Zi Nu looked at Zhao Shuang, and as the words fell, her eyes were somewhat curious.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the leader of the Mo family has a close relationship with Lord Hanyang of Qin.Even, a large-scale tool making workshop of the Mo family is in the territory of Lord Hanyang.

However, Zi Nu has never heard Zhao Shuang talk about the Mo family.

"The Mohists alone are not enough."

With Zhao Shuang's words, he admitted his relationship with the Mo family in front of everyone.The Mo family is not Zhao Shuang's Mo family, what's more, the Mo family is not an assassin organization, and there is a big difference in professionalism.

"If this organization wants to fight against the net, it must integrate intelligence gathering and assassination, and have the ability to respond quickly. In a short period of time, it must have the ability to make the fastest deployment where it needs to complete the task."

Before Zhao Shuang finished speaking, Wei Zhuang's face showed a strong interest.

"Interesting! It's just that the network has been accumulated for hundreds of years and has a solid foundation. Although you have cleaned up their organizations in the six countries of Shandong before, but in the past few years, they have revived. It is not an easy task to fight against them."

"indeed!"

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

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

The more dangerous things were, the more interesting Wei Zhuang found them, so he nodded without thinking.

"Does this organization have any other purpose besides fighting against the net?"

"Skills are used to know traitors, and punishments are used to punish them!"

Zhao Shuang said without shame, and then added another sentence.

"That's the long-term goal."

"What about short-term goals?"

Zi Nu was a little curious, looked at Zhao Shuang, asked, but heard him speak without hesitation.

"protect me!"

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

"Then what is the name of this organization, have you figured it out?"

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

"Good name!"

Zi Nu gave a slight admiration, with a look of joy on her face.

"I want to join too."

"Ah, Ah!"

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

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

Zhang Cang was sitting beside him, holding a roll of bamboo slips and 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, and the goosebumps all over his body suddenly rose up, and it took a while for them to disappear.

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, not intending to hide anything.

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

Han Fei scratched his head and took a look.

"Is that the Lord Hanyang who stood above the court of Qin State and bluntly said that Qin would destroy the six kingdoms?"

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

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

"Exactly!"

"Looking at this person's articles, we can see his talent and learning. It's just that he threatened to destroy the six kingdoms, which is really arrogant."

Zhang Cang smiled and looked at Han Fei.

"As crazy as you?"

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

"The land of the Six Kingdoms is ten times that of Qin. The power of the Six Kingdoms is also ten times that of Qin. What a pity! In the past, the Hezong failed, and Zhao Shuang, the general of the Zhao Kingdom, failed to capture Xianyang. Otherwise, what happened today would still be in two explain."

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

"General Zhao Shuang died in Longmen, Zhao State lost a future general, and the world also lost a weapon that could counter Qin State."

Han Fei suddenly smiled and asked an interesting question.

"It is said that Zhao Shuang, the general of Zhao State, is dead, but no one has seen his body. You said that this general of Zhao State is called Zhao Shuang, and Lord Hanyang of Qin State is also called Zhao Shuang. Are they the same person?"

Zhang Cang's complexion became a little strange, and he sneered.

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

"It's not impossible!"

Han Fei laughed, and the almost dreamy words didn't make much waves.In the room, a group of Confucian disciples quickly buried their attention in the book.

(End of this chapter)