Adviser should be self-improvement

Three months later.

"Be careful, the things inside are not ordinary. If we bump into each other, our team will be finished!"

People were busy in an orderly manner, but two men in plain clothes and plain clothes stood aside.One person's complexion is indifferent and his appearance is meandering, but the eyes reflected in the sun are so deep that even a gleam of light cannot penetrate. The other person quietly looks at the chariots and horses in front of him with his hands behind his back. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a slightly straight nose bridge, and a not-so-sharp cheek curvature. The aggression brought by this appearance was eliminated, but a bit of prestige was added, which was full of convincing magic power for no reason.

The latter person said: "Mr. Chu will entrust such a heavy responsibility to me, a fledgling villain, I am really flattered."

Without looking back, Chu Huaiqing said calmly, "That's because you have this ability."

Cheng Wei smiled, and looked at the two boxes of things on the back of the car: "I didn't expect that Mr. Chu is not only a talented seeker with outstanding intelligence, but also an excellent, no, quite an outstanding craftsman."

Chu Huaiqing raised the corners of his mouth a little, but he didn't respond, and there was no joy or smile in his eyes that was praised by others, just plain as usual.

Cheng Shi said again: "Its appearance will definitely shock the world, Mr. Chu will also become famous with this artifact, and his reputation will spread all over the world after that, and the prince who has obtained this artifact, if he wants to ascend to the throne of God, he may have to It will be a breeze, but there is always one question that remains unanswered."

His tone paused, and his appearance changed completely: "I just don't know if Mr. Chu is ready to expose it to the eyes of the world."

Chu Huaiqing said: "Since I took it out, I have already made a plan."

"Really?" Cheng Yan turned his eyes inadvertently, and looked directly into Chu Huaiqing's eyes.

"Yes." He didn't dodge in the slightest.

Unable to see anything from Chu Huaiqing's face, Cheng Shi withdrew his gaze, still sighing: "There have always been capable people who have made something shocking to the world, but as long as it can add convenience, everyone in the world will be happy to see it. Only weapons and weapons have always been a controversial topic for the world."

"I don't know who else remembers No. 1 who made iron soldiers hundreds of years ago. He was spurned and cursed by so many people during his lifetime, which caused his family members to commit suicide and apologize. I also know the legend with a knife. Now is it possible to sleep peacefully in the barren mountains and plains?"

Chu Huaiqing was noncommittal.

Cheng Shi sighed softly: "Chu Huaiqing's talent is admirable, I just hope you don't regret it in the future." He bowed to Chu Huaiqing and walked towards the ready convoy.

That day when he left the mountains and returned to the State Shepherd's Mansion, after Xie Qiongjiu left, Qin Ce once asked Chu Huaiqing what to do if Xie Qiongjiu later found out that what they did was really for the other's well-being.

"If it succeeds, and Prince Yu has not suffered any loss, he may find it difficult to accept poor wine for a while, but at most it will be awkward for a while." Chu Huaiqing looked at the deployment map, and said with a faint smile, "Don't worry, Prince."

"That being said." Qin Ce is still hesitant about what Chu Huaiqing said earlier, "But Mr. is not guaranteeing him that we will exchange our hard-earned foundation for Xie Qiongjiu's health, but for him It's an insult."

"I said so, but the premise of this sentence is an exchange." Chu Huaiqing said, "The prince's foundation will not be lost, and the well-being of poor wine is the benefit obtained in this process."

"Sir..." Qin Ce seemed to realize something, looked at his husband, and his voice became no longer as relaxed as before, "If there is a possibility of failure?"

"Even if the possibility of failure is one point higher than success, even if this is the only opportunity in front of me at the moment, I will not do it." Chu Huaiqing said softly, "Didn't I say that it's a good thing for the poor?" It's an insult to the wine, and to us it's more than worth the candle."

"gentlemen!"

Qin Ce turned Chu Huaiqing's face straight, and looked at him worriedly: "Sir, what's the matter with you, are you... all right?" There was uncertainty in his tone.

"It's nothing." The scholar still just smiled, his smile was as gentle as a spring breeze.

——God, Mr. Chu, what did you do a few days ago?No, what are you going to do! ?

——Law god counts?How did you come.

——I have been divination for you these days. Mr. Xie’s condition has improved, and the dragon spirit on the prince’s body has also become stronger. Only your merits shine...Mr. Chu, are you planning to do something stupid? thing?

——It’s okay to say it’s good, it’s not good to say it’s bad, but for me, it should be the best.

——Mr. Chu......

——A few days ago, I was pressing every step of the way, and I hoped that Lu Shen would forgive me. I still have something to ask, and I hope Lu Shen can agree.

——Mr. Chu please get up quickly!What's up?you say.

——Can you not tell the prince about this matter?

——Hasn’t Mr. Chu already had a relationship with the prince...

——For this kind of thing, one more person knows, but one more person is worried. If this is the case, why let the prince know?

——…

——I also hope that the Law God will make it happen.

——Mr. Chu, you... well, I understand, I just hope that Mr. Chu will not regret it in the future.

The envoy's team was ready to go to Luoyang, and the man who stood still moved his stiff body, unhurriedly, alone, and slowly left the bustling gate of the city.

The sound of "no regrets" was so light that it was barely audible in the bitter winter wind.

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It is snowing in Xiangyang in December.

The king of Xiangyang, dressed in single clothes, set up an arrow and drew his bow, pointing at the trembling human target not far away: "What happened to my dear nephew recently?"

Gongsun Ji next to him said: "It seems that he is preparing to make some powerful weapons."

"arms?"

As soon as the arrow was shot, the apple in the target's hand shattered. The man let out a loud cry, and sat on the ground after his legs became weak, gasping for breath in fear.

Gongsun Ji sighed slightly, looking at the man with some pity, but no mercy.

King Xiangyang shot two more arrows, one pierced the man's right leg and the other pierced the sole of the man's foot.

Amidst the extremely stern screams, Gongsun Ji couldn't help but frowned slightly when he saw this situation, but it wasn't because of that person, he immediately looked at King Xiangyang who was directly in front of him.

King Xiangyang's eyes were not on other things either. His eyes were rarely focused on a non-battlefield situation, focusing on his arm that seemed to be trembling unsteadily.

With just one glance, King Xiangyang raised his head again, threw the bow casually on the shelf next to him, raised the fur coat with his fingers, put it on his shoulders, squeezed his wrists and said, "I don't want to think about how to fight, but I'm just playing around and studying something." Weapons, it’s really not as good as before.”

Gongsun Ji restrained his uneasiness, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "Maybe it's for the benefit of the war, so I went to study weapons."

"I hope so."

The servants hurried forward to clear the falling snow from the chair. King Xiangyang sat sideways, resting his chin with one hand, watching the obsolete 'target' being ruthlessly dragged away by the guards, his brows as sharp as a sword never trembled: " If he doesn't come to fight this king again, this king can't afford to wait."

Gongsun Ji frowned fiercely, leaned forward and said, "My lord is joking."

The King of Xiangyang chuckled, although he couldn't understand what it meant, but he did smile from the bottom of his heart: "How old is this king?"

"Return to the prince, it's 48." Gongsun Ji already knows the question once a year.

After all, if you can't answer it, you will be whipped, and no one can forget it.

The celebrity in front of the prince is not so easy to be.

"It's 48." King Xiangyang opened his mouth slightly, and yawned a little, his eyes were still clear, without the slightest hint of confusion, "It's almost there."

Gongsun Jim remained silent.

"My father could no longer see anything clearly when he was 40 years old. Three of my brothers died at the age of ten, 12, and 13, and the one who ascended to the throne died of illness in Chang'an at the age of 45." King Xiangyang Seemingly inadvertently said, "Those who are related to the throne don't always live long."

Gongsun Ji remained silent, but he thought of the concubine mother of King Xiangyang, the woman who was always gentle and kind, but died in an imperial edict.

"Qin Ce is similar to this king." King Xiangyang said, "When do you think he can live?"

Gongsun Ji just replied: "The prince is unique among the world."

The King of Xiangyang laughed a few times immediately, and stopped asking this question, and looked at Gongsun Ji beside him with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Gongsun is a Geng this year?"

Why did you suddenly switch to this topic?

Intuition that the King of Xiangyang today is a bit abnormal, but Gongsun Ji, who is mostly used to it, only regards it as an indirect convulsion of the King of Xiangyang, and replied respectfully: "Your servant is 49 this year."

"Mr. Gongsun's face is tender, but you can't tell it."

"The prince praised it."

King Xiangyang seemed to want to ask something, but when his smile turned around, it turned into an unfathomable cold pool, burying all his words at the bottom of the pool that no one knew. He turned his head and hummed softly. A little song no one sings anymore.

But it is a tune that Gongsun Ji is familiar with.

The song is accompanied by the falling snow all over the sky, Xiangyang King has a good voice, humming it melodiously and long, it is also quite charming and very pleasant to listen to.

"Report—!"

The guard's words were urgent and abrupt, following the peaceful melody: "My lord, there is an urgent report from Chang'an that Emperor Qianning is suddenly seriously ill, and he has declared his inability to return to heaven. He requests to meet all the princes and ministers to issue a will!"