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Xinzheng, South Korea.

There are cranes among the clouds.The haggard white-bearded old man was sitting cross-legged by the stream with his eyes closed.The loose robe was bulged by the mountain wind, making him even thinner.

There was a square rock in front of the old man, on which sat a young man with a green shirt and a long sword, already looking drowsy.

Suddenly, the skinny old man slowly opened his eyes, he was hale and clear, and the old look on his brows was instantly swept away.

He looked up into the depths of the cloud.The red-crowned and white crane spread its wings leisurely, passing over three thousand floating clouds lightly.

"Longyuan." He gently read the name of the ancient sword that should have disappeared 30 years ago, picked up a stone at his feet and threw it towards the dozing boy in front of him.

The boy felt a pain between his brows while he was asleep, and he stood up abruptly, only to lose his footing and fall from the rock.Cursing and struggling to get up, he yelled at the old man, "What's the matter? You got your shoes taken away by a crane again? Come on, come on, I'll shoot the crane down for you!"

Maybe it was because there were so many such things in the past, but this time the boy rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards a few white cranes standing on one foot under the cliff without waiting for the old man's answer.

The white cranes in the mountains are all raised by the old man for most of his life, he is regarded as half a friend of the old man, seeing the young man's unfriendly expression, they all gracefully pose as white cranes spreading their wings, with red crowns and white feathers flamboyant.The boy was so angry that he couldn't speak, he threw up his clothes and wrestled with Bai He.

The old man looked at it dumbfounded, and after a while he said to himself, "Forget it." He turned his head and looked into the distance, his eyes were full of mountains and rivers, and purple air was coming from the east.

The young man and the white crane were violently tearing apart, and the old man sighed slightly: "After this sword, is there anyone in the world who doesn't know the king?"

After a long time, the old man withdrew his eyes and looked at the young man who was entangled with the white crane on the edge of the cliff. two feet.

The young man became furious from embarrassment, swiped and drew out his sword, chased the white crane and chopped it all over the mountain.

Looking at his appearance, the old man couldn't help but smiled slightly. He remembered the scene when he met this young man not long ago. At that time, the young man liked him very much for his group of white cranes.

A few months ago, on the green cliff, a handsome young man in Huafu held a sword, stepped on the boulder and said arrogantly: "My father is the prime minister of the Han Dynasty. He visited all the famous scholars in the seven countries, and no one dared to teach me. You How can a dead old man in the mountains teach me?"

"Ritual music, cavalry and archery, art of war, national policy, divination." The old man said flatly, "All are fine."

The young man sneered, and said disdainfully: "You really think that no one dares to teach me because of my arrogance? They must not dare, but they really cannot." The young man knocked on the boulder on the cliff with his sword, "Besides, I will You really can teach, and I don’t even bother to learn these things.”

"Then what do you want to learn?" the old man who looked vulnerable asked kindly.

Standing on the green cliff, the young man casually took his sword and pointed at the churning sea of ​​clouds at his feet, "Take the wind and go down to the north, and swim towards the North Sea at dusk." He raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man with a poor face, clearly provocative, " Can you teach?"

The old man stood on the top of the cliff, and the strong wind suddenly blew his pale hair.He didn't speak.

The boy felt extremely bored, and was about to withdraw his sword and leave.He was not at all interested in the old man who appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

At the moment when the young man retracted his sword and put it into its sheath, there was a melodious buzzing in his ears. He casually raised his head for a glance, and was suddenly stunned.

Countless huge white cranes with red crowns and snow feathers fluttered towards Qingya from far away, hovering over the old man's head for a long time.The old man stands on the edge of the green cliff, with the mountain breeze in his sleeves, forming a romantic charm.

While the boy was still in shock, the old man suddenly beckoned gently.A huge red-capped white crane slowly retracted its wings and perched at the old man's feet.

Slender and long legs, feathers as white as snow, aura is compelling.

The old man stepped up.

Thousands of white cranes flew together, and the color of snow swooped down the cliff, passing through the sea of ​​clouds in an instant, like thousands of immortals passing through the gate of heaven.

The white-haired old man stood on top of the white crane in front, looking totally unremarkable.

The noble young man who had just entered the rivers and lakes was so shocked that he didn't even notice that the sword in his hand had dropped. He only saw the old man above the white crane standing in the sea of ​​clouds and smiling faintly at him.

Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse.

The old man said slowly: "Chaoyou Beihai Mu Cangwu, I happen to be able to teach, do you want to learn?"

Three thousand cranes chirped, as if echoing the voice of an old man.

The boy's eyes widened and he took two steps back suddenly, then he fell to the ground and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

The young man didn't know that the old man's name was Huang Shigong, and he happened to come from Beihai, riding a crane all the way on the wind.

……

Yu Zishi followed Wei Xiazi back to Yangdi, and as soon as he arrived at the gate of the city, he saw Lu Buwei waiting at the foot of the city wall.

Yu Zishi, who was almost pierced into a sieve by the rain of arrows, actually missed this nagging uncle very much at this time, even though he was hunted down and killed all thanks to this man.

Lu Buwei walked towards the two of them and asked, "Are you all right?"

Blind Wei spread his hands, and said indifferently, "What could happen?" As if thinking of something suddenly, he stretched out his hand and untied the sword from behind, "By the way, I will return the sword to you."

"No, it's only ten taels of silver. I'll give it to you." Lu Buwei said generously.

Blind Wei smiled while holding the sword, but said nothing.When Li Jisheng asked him to borrow the sword, he handed it over to Long Yuan who had been with him for many years, and then casually said something to Lu Buwei, at least it was worth ten taels of silver, this guy has a really good memory.

Lu Buwei glanced at Wei Xiazi. In Lu Xiang's eyes, people like Wei Xiazi can disappear as soon as they are used up. After all, it is really expensive.

Blind Wei was also sensible, knowing that he would not be treated very well in front of Lu Buwei, so he took the sword after being rescued, the old man touched his sleeve with a hole in it, and wandered into the city to drink.

After Wei Xiazi left, Yu Zishi slowly folded his arms, stared at Lu Buwei for a long time and finally sighed, "Lu Xiang, someday you make a list for me, nothing else, I just want to see how many people you have offended. , I will walk around the rivers and lakes in the future, and I will avoid them when I see them."

Lu Buwei chuckled, looking honest.Boy, if you really write the list, the bamboo slips can be spread from here to Xianyang.

"It's fine." Lu Buwei stretched out his hand and pulled Yu Zishi's sleeve, "Let's go, go home, I cooked at home, haven't I had a good meal in the past two days?"

Being dragged away for two steps, Yu Zishi turned to look at Lu Buwei, "Let me ask you, do you know about Yan Dan?"

Lu Buwei pretended not to understand, and said in surprise: "Prince Yan, didn't you go back early?"

Pretend, you pretend for me.Yu Zishi looked sideways at Lu Buwei and said nothing.

Lu Buwei coughed lightly, "Okay, I do know about Prince Yan, but I didn't let him come to Yangdi, nor did I have to keep him!" Injustice, Yan Dan clearly wanted to kill him, he thought he didn't take action against Yan Dan for the sake of his old friend, it was really benevolent and righteous.In the past few years, countless princes and grandchildren of the Seven Kingdoms have been assassinated. He has to take care of everything and watch everything. He is almost too old, so how can he bear it?

"What if Yan Dan really died in Yangdi today?" Yu Zishi looked at Lu Buwei and asked suddenly, "If the crown prince of Yan died in Qin for no reason, how could Yan help Zhao in the battle between Qin and Zhao?" manage?"

Right now, Qin and Zhao are fighting at the border. Li Mugang, one of the four famous generals of the Warring States period, killed 10 people from the Qin State. The King of Qin sent 20 troops to continue to attack Zhao.

Yanzhao is adjacent, and Yanguo was originally an excellent backup for Zhaoguo.However, the king of Yan had a brain hole. In the Battle of Changping, Zhao Guogang was killed by Qin general Bai Qi with 40 people. King Yan took the opportunity to add insult to injury, claiming that 60 troops were overwhelmed and wanted to swallow the country of Zhao. Since then, the two countries of Yan and Zhao have completely turned against each other.

At this time, Qin and Zhao were fighting, and King Yan was happy to watch the excitement, and it would be best if both sides suffered.But if Crown Prince Yan died in Qin State at this time, someone like King Yan might really help Zhao State in a fit of anger.The Qin State had already fought a difficult battle between Qin and Zhao. If the Yan State helped the Zhao State, Qin State might not be able to hold on.

After listening to Yu Zishi's words, Lu Buwei shook his head lightly with a smile, "You still don't know King Yan, Yanzhao is adjacent, Zhao is strong and Yan is weak, King Yan sees it every day, as far away as Qin is strong, he But there is no concept.

The relationship between Yan and Zhao was tense. The king of Yan had suffered a lot of grievances these years, and it was rare for Qin to take care of Zhao.As for the prince, Yan Wang is a person who knows how to live. If the prince dies, he will be replaced. After all, the son is very easy to live. "

"In any case, he is his own son, so it can't be this way?" Yu Zishi felt that if what Lu Buwei said was true, then it would be too miserable for such a father at the Yandan stall.

"The relationship between Qin and Yan has always been good, all because King Yan is a real person." Lu Buwei obviously has a good impression of King Yan.

The king of Yan has many sons, and his big Yan lacks everything, but no heirs, and the prince has been a hostage in Zhao since he was a child, and the relationship between father and son is even weaker.The King of Yan will not turn against Qin because of a Crown Prince Yan.

Yu Zishi looked at Lu Buwei's smiling face, and he realized that compared with the former Great Qin Xiangbang, there was still a considerable distance between him and him.Thinking about it, this is the man who has controlled the real power of the Qin State for more than 20 years after all. Old Jiang is about to become a ginseng essence, and his morals are naturally high.

"According to your point of view, it would be better for Yandan to stay for a few more days. Once he goes back, he will definitely persuade King Yan to send troops to help Zhao Guo." Yu Zishi said to himself, remembering how Yandan was trapped in Yangdi two days ago Son, he couldn't help but look at Lu Buwei again.He always felt that these things had nothing to do with this guy.

Lu Buwei obviously also saw the meaning in Yu Zishi's eyes, and felt deeply that he was innocent. After all, he is a lost prime minister, and he still has a whole lot of trouble!

It can't be that everything is his conspiracy. Why does everyone in the world think that he must have no good intentions?Lu Xiang, who has played politics all his life, can hardly laugh or cry.

Yu Zishi suddenly said: "Yan Dan was injured last night, I held him hostage, I wanted him to hurt his hands, then I took him back to you for two days, healed the wound and then sent him back, but Forgetting that we are in an embarrassing situation ourselves.”

"The situation is embarrassing or not, but it's nothing. I have a good reputation. Whether I take Yandan or not, the situation is already the same. The main thing is to spend money." Lu Xiang said after thinking for a while.

"..." Yu Zishi felt that next time he could explore Lu Buwei's thoughts in a different way.

The two walked all the way to the city, but at this moment Lu Buwei suddenly stopped.Yu Zishi looked back at him, "What's wrong?"

"I remembered something else." Lu Buwei frowned and thought for a while, then he patted Yu Zishi's shoulder, "You go back first, I'll have a chat with Liao Cede."

Yu Zishi didn't react at first, but then he suddenly remembered that Liao Ce was the one who guarded the city of Yangdi and chased him down?Seeing that Lu Buwei turned around casually and left alone, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed him, "Are you going alone?"

That man blatantly killed all the members of the Lu family he met in his life, which shows how much he hates Lu Buwei.

"Don't worry, I'm going to reason with him." Lu Buwei packed up his sleeves, straightened his appearance on the street, and said to Yu Zishi lightly: "You go back first, I will be back in a while, there is bacon stewing in the pot, do you remember?" Give me a sip."

The author has something to say:

Traveling to the North Sea and Twilight Cangwu is a poem by Taoists of later generations. I like it so much that I use it.

This article is slow, not cheating, don't take the history of the Qin Dynasty seriously, the stupid author is not a specialist, writing the article depends on a few reference books and imagination.