[Sword Three] Ancestral Dragon, Longjing Tea?

In the end, the matter of Mianchi was taken over by another person sent by Mr. Mo.

As for the prisoner of war, since Yingzheng had already said in his letter that Longjing would be fully responsible, Gong Gong followed Longjing's previous decision and ruthlessly killed King Wei once.

Long Jing slept for a long time, so long that everyone grabbed the military doctor every day to ask him when he would wake up, and now they have accepted and got used to the fact that he will not wake up.

Like a deep sleep, when he woke up, there was no warning.

It was just one afternoon, he opened his eyes, just like sleeping normally, he sat for a while, and took out some water to drink himself.Then he changed his clothes, got up and opened the door.

At this time, the sergeant who was guarding him rolled his eyes in surprise: "Little general?"

Yes, he is already the youngest general in Daqin.

"I'm going to find the general." He said, and then walked towards the direction where Gong Gong lived.

He didn't ask questions, he didn't ask himself why he returned to Hangu Pass, and he didn't ask about the current situation in Mianchi, whether it was because he didn't care, or because he knew everything.

The sergeant rubbed his eyes: "Is it an illusion? Why do I feel that the little general is more imposing than before."

If it was said that Longjing was full of cruelty before, then besides the coldness, now there is a bit more murderousness.

There seemed to be deep ice between his brows, and his momentum was overwhelming.Gong Gong was also taken aback when he saw him.Then a quick hello.

"Mr. Mo, I want to know what happened during this period." Longjing said straight to the point.

Mr. Mo was startled, and quickly told him again.

"Mianchi has been taken back, and Captain Yang is guarding it now." Longjing said he understood, "Then, general, what's going on in Xianyang City?"

"I hid the news that you were sleepy," Gong Gong said as he looked at Longjing carefully, "The king wanted to make you a general, but was stopped by the prime minister. In the end, it was the Queen Mother Huayang who came forward to make a compromise." Sealed a general."

Longjing nodded, calmly said: "Thank you, General."

Mr. Mo waved his hand: "I'll keep [-]% of what you want, remember to get it yourself."

"Thank you, General." Longjing stood up, saluted and took his leave.

"It's getting more and more boring." Mr. Mo rubbed his chin regretfully as he looked at his back, "How did Xiaolongjing, who used to be good at catching birds and loved to go to the Huotou army to steal food, become like this. Sigh. ,well……"

But at the next moment, Mr. Mo suddenly burst out laughing: "It's not bad like this, I think the current Xiaolongjing is more suitable to be my successor, hahaha. Unexpectedly, I was the first to have a successor, hahahaha. "

Longjing went to see his [-]% finances.As much as he imagined, but the difference is that he lost the joy he imagined.He seemed to have become very pessimistic all of a sudden: so much money, what's the use if it can't be given to Ying Zheng and he rots in his hands?Many things, he thought very well, but the result was so bad.

"I want to buy as much grain and wood as possible for the people in Mianchi. Do you have a way?" He asked the civil official in charge of military supplies wearily.

The man gave a negative answer: "In this kind of frontier, there is very little food stockpiling, and this money cannot be bought."

Longjing nodded: just as he thought, it turned out that the wish was good, but the result was bleak.

He couldn't help but worry—in the current Xianyang Palace, whether Lu Buwei has set his sights on Ying Chengxun.After all, Ying Zheng will be 16 years old this year, and the power in Lu Buwei's hands is in jeopardy...

As expected by Longjing, Ying Zheng's situation is not good now.

Gong Gong concealed the military situation, so he naturally didn't know that Longjing had been on the verge of life and death once.In fact, even if he knew it now, there was nothing he could do about it.

Because, he is also somewhat difficult to protect himself.

Now, he no longer dared to ask someone to secretly include the private letter to Longjing in the documents sent to Hanguguan.This Qin Palace is so vast, with thousands of servants.It's a pity that among the thousands of people, he didn't dare to believe one of them.

Looking up at Zhao Gao, who was reading at his desk, Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly: Even for this accompanying reader, he mostly has the mentality of taking advantage of it.What's more, he has seen clearly the Zhao family's lineup in the court hall recently, so he can't help being a little more repulsive towards Zhao Gao.

In fact, Zhao Gao was well-behaved and clever, and seemed loyal, so there was nothing wrong with him.If it wasn't for the Longjing in front of him, Ying Zheng felt that even if he was just looking for someone who could speak with confidence, he would definitely value Zhao Gao very much.

But, no if.

Compared with the simplicity of Longjing, Zhao Gao fell behind from the very beginning.

Thinking of Longjing, Yingzheng thought a little more: Longjing became a general this time, which is already very unusual, and Lu Buwei should have noticed him.But... this is what he deserved.not to mention……

Ying Zheng squeezed the bamboo slip in his hand.

When Zhao Gao raised his head, he saw Ying Zheng's serious expression and the bulging veins on the back of his hands.

His eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head: he had his own thinking, and after his parents and even his clan members repeatedly hinted that he couldn't do it, he finally made it clear that he would repay Ying Zheng's every move.And when he wanted to do something for Lu Buwei, he remained unmoved.

Zhao Gao knew that his ignorance and flattery had already disappointed her clansmen, and might even shake his status in the clan.But so what?

The young King Qin they saw was just a submissive young man who didn't know the world, but what Zhao Gao saw was a male lion that would open its eyes and mouth anytime, anywhere, and devour anyone.

Lu Buwei is doomed to fail.

And the reason why he still has a slight temporary advantage now is because of the young Qin King's attachment to the young emperor's blood.

And once the young King Qin abandons his last family affection, Lu Buwei will have nowhere to turn around!

Zhao Gao didn't know how long this situation would last.

However, he licked his chapped lips, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes: "Let's get started, Storm!"I can not wait any more! '

No matter how much Zhao Gao expects Ying Zheng to kill Ying Cheng as soon as possible, the wheel of history still moves forward slowly and firmly at its own pace.

Four years later, Hangu Pass.

Longjing used Jiang Hai Ningguang as the final finishing touch.

He looked up at the sky, the sky was slightly red, the sun was about to rise.

Putting away the two swords, he jumped down the hill and whistled. The green chinchilla that was grazing by the tree suddenly neighed and rushed over.

He jumped up lightly, grabbed the rein of the horse, and headed for the barracks.

"General, have you finished your sword practice?" Walking to the gate of the barracks, the sentry looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Long Jing jumped off the horse and nodded.

A sergeant immediately came over and led the horse in.

He went straight to Dianjiangtai, only to see that the sergeants had already assembled and stood up.

"Carry ten miles and walk around the camp!" he shouted.

"Promise!" All the soldiers agreed in unison, and all carried sandbags weighing [-] jin by their feet.When you look carefully, you can also find that their arms and thighs are also tightly tied with sandbags.

Longjing also carried his own sandbags—heavier than those of the sergeants.He shouted: "Let's go!"

Then he ran out at the head of the pack.

When the angel came, what he saw was such an incredible scene.

"What are you doing?" The angel was not young, but a civil servant from a down-and-out aristocratic background.

"The general is taking them to run with loads." The little captain who led the way explained with a smile, "It's my turn to guard the camp today, so I didn't go to participate. But generally speaking, they can come back within an hour after ten miles away .”

"Ridiculous!" the clerk snorted coldly, "I've never seen such a ridiculous thing! A general led a group of soldiers to run like barbarians. It's a shame to Daqin!"

The little lieutenant's expression darkened when he heard the words: "Lord Mo Tiantian, please be careful with your words."

He looked at the angel, perhaps because he was still young and didn't know the consequences of offending the angel: "These sergeants are all tied with [-]-jin sandbags, and they are usually tied like this whether they are eating or sleeping. We didn't I understand, but later I discovered that once the sandbags are untied and the enemy is killed in battle, there is a feeling of being as light as a swallow. In this way, our casualties have been greatly reduced."

The civil servant surnamed Mo looked at him: "This...how is it possible?"

"If you don't believe me, try it for a month with a sandbag on your back! If you don't have the effect of being as light as a swallow, I will cut off my head and use it as a chamber pot for you!" The little captain was anxious, "Besides, after doing this for several years, everyone usually There are even fewer illnesses!"

"Bring that sandbag!" The civil official surnamed Mo was also stubborn, "I want to try to tie it up! My old Qin people never believe in these crooked ways! Hmph!"

So, an hour later, Longjing was sweating profusely when he ran to the barracks, and what he saw was a fat middle-aged man with sandbags all over his body, a pale face who staggered when he walked.

"General, this is Lord Mo, an angel who came from Xianyang." Xiao Xiaowei said, "He came with the king's order."

Longjing heard the words and looked over.

It has been seven years, except that Duke Mo died three years ago, and Ying Zheng issued a decree for the son of Duke Mo to return to Xianyang with Duke Mo's body, so that Longjing would take over Hangu Pass and become the general guarding the pass.The two almost never communicated again.

And today, three years later, this angel surnamed Mo came to Hangu Pass with the will of King Qin. Is it good or bad?

Longjing was a little nervous.

He had to be nervous, after all, Ying Zheng was 20 years old this year.But whether it is a big marriage or a personal administration, I have never heard of it.Now a decree came suddenly... Is this King Qin still Ying Zheng?

"General Mi, listen to the order!" The civil servant surnamed Mo took out a bamboo slip pouch from his sleeve, cut open the pouch with a knife, and took out the bamboo slips inside.

"Mi Jing listens to the order." Long Jing cupped his fists and saluted.

"Mi Jing is the grandson of the Empress Dowager Huayang. He joined the army seven years ago, and has repeatedly made outstanding achievements in stationing at Hangu Pass to protect the Great Qin Fortress. His contribution is indispensable. Now the Empress Dowager Huayang is critically ill, and Mi Jing is urgently called back. Palace. Deputy general Wang Wei will temporarily take over the position of guard of Hangu Pass. Mi Jing, please arrange the itinerary and return to the palace as soon as possible!"

After the civil servant surnamed Mo finished reading the bamboo slips, he handed them to Longjing: "General, please decide as soon as possible when to leave."

"Mother... is she critically ill?" Longjing asked in a daze.

The author has something to say: Next, the dungeon will be in the palace, and it will not be on the battlefield until Yingzheng takes charge and opens up the territory of the six countries.