Mrs. Qin Xiangguo

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In 241 BC, Qin sent troops to attack Korea.

Qin Wangzheng was ambitious and covetous as a tiger, and a war had been planned for a long time, and the countries in the Central Plains were not surprised by this.

But no one expected that the leader of the attack on Korea turned out to be General Lian Po, the famous general of Zhao State!

The old general spent most of his life in war with Qin, but when he arrived, he commanded the Qin army to send troops.Even though everyone knew that Lian Po was trying to repay Lord Xia Yang's kindness, they couldn't help but be shocked by it.

Even Lian Po, who is known as a "loyal minister", has served Qin, so who else in this world can stop Qin?

And this is exactly what Zhao Weizhen wants to see.

Military generals are busy fighting, and civil servants will not be idle.

Especially one year later, Xianyang Academy started a new round of recruitment.On the day when the results were announced, the square outside the school was completely surrounded.

The school has been open for a whole year, and the square outside has also played its due role as a cultural center under the repeated encouragement of the government: from time to time there will be open-air basic public lectures, most of which are Qin Law and Qin Law, as well as legalist theory. Dispel doubts; the diners and strategists who come and go will also gather here in twos and threes to talk, give pointers, and write down on paper what they think is useful.

At first everyone thought that Xia Yangjun was going to set up a Jixia Academy, but until then, the square outside the academy took on the appearance Zhao Weizhen initially conceived——

Jixia Academy?What she wanted was an Athens Academy!

When the list was released today, many scholars knew that Zhao Weizhen would be there, so more people came than usual.

Zhao Weizhen was not surprised by this, what surprised her was...

Zhao Weizhen turned to look at Lu Buwei beside him: "Are you free?"

It's fighting outside, as Qin Xiangguo, he doesn't worry about the affairs of his family and country, what is he doing to get together among literati and strategists!

And Lu Buwei didn't feel that he was redundant at all.

He was dressed plainly in a white dark suit.But Lu Buwei's temperament is elegant and noble, and he has a fair and upright face.Such a bearing, standing among many poor families, is not only distinguished, but also particularly eye-catching.

Especially when Lu Buwei was coming recently, Zhao Weizhen had to cooperate with him and put on simpler light-colored clothes.

All of a sudden, the appearance of Qin Xiangguo and Xia Yangjun turned into "the exchange between the gentlemen of the Xianyang Academy and the scholars".

Zhao Weizhen understood Lu Buwei's meaning too well: he just wanted to put on the attitude of a corporal who is respectful, virtuous, and close to the people.

Lu Buwei naturally saw Zhao Weizhen's subtle unhappiness.

But he was not guilty at all, he just folded his hands, with a humble and gentle smile, while greeting the scholars politely, he responded dumbfoundingly: "Wei Zhen must not forget, Wen Yin is also an examinee this year. I am a Dad, is it okay to care about your daughter's grades?"

Well, Zhao Weizhen accepted this reason.

Not to mention other aspects, Lu Buwei is sincere to the two daughters.

"do not worry."

Zhao Weizhen said indifferently: "Xiangguo personally helps with tutoring, can he still fail?"

When the voice fell to the ground, Lu Buwei turned his head in a "babble": "Really?!"

I haven't seen Lu Buwei smile sincerely, so I don't think there is a problem with his perfect fake smile on his skin.But right now, his bright eyes suddenly lit up, highlighting how absent-minded he was just now.

"Why did I lie to you?" Zhao Weizhen smiled: "I got the bottom one in the exam, but I still got in."

Xianyang Academy accepts [-] students per class. This is the second year, and there are far more candidates than the first year.Wen Yin was able to pass the exam, and she was already considered a top student among elementary school students.

"It's a happy event!"

Lu Buwei breathed a sigh of relief, and then couldn't hold back the pride between his brows and eyes: "Wen Yin's hard work is not in vain!"

Oh, a lot of hard work?

If Lu Buwei hadn't slipped away to study, I don't know what kind of virtue she could pass in the exam!

Thinking of the character of his youngest daughter, Zhao Weizhen had a headache.

"I don't know how it happened." She muttered, "They look the same, but their personalities are so different."

Naturally, it was Deyin and Wenyin.

Deyin has a sharp and quiet personality, and can sit still.Endorsing books and practicing handwriting are not a problem, and the grades in the school are also top one.

As for Wen Yin, sometimes Zhao Weizhen felt that she was born not as a daughter, but as a little monkey.It's not a problem to play with cats and dogs, climb over walls and climb trees. He is mischievous and lively, as if he has endless energy.

"As a parent, all you want is a smooth life for your offspring."

Lu Buwei persuaded slowly: "The two of them, even if they are not capable, with you and me, they will not suffer much. As long as they are happy."

This is true, more enlightened than many parents in the 21st century.

"If it grows longer, it's fine to send Wen Yin to learn martial arts." Zhao Weizhen said, "I think she is very envious of boys who wield swords and guns."

"Alright."

Lu Buwei didn't take it seriously, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Ten years later, Qin will have its first female general."

Then he looked at the bulletin board in the center of Xianyang Square.

Zhao Gao came over with the placard and the paste, surrounded by a group of scholars, parents, and good-hearted officials and nobles, and posted the admission list on it.

"Wen Yin's introduction is still double happiness." Lu Buwei said.

Zhao Weizhen raised his eyebrows: "Is there any news from the front line?"

Lu Buwei nodded: "There is good news, but there is also bad news."

He didn't play the boring game of which one do you want to hear first with Zhao Weizhen.Without waiting for Zhao Weizhen's reaction, Lu Buwei continued: "The good news is that General Lian Po has taken down Nanyang like a broken bamboo all the way."

Zhao Weizhen paused suddenly.

This... is really good news!

The Qin army was so disciplined that even the powerful Zhao State could not match it, let alone the weak and weak South Korea.

And after taking down Nanyang, there is basically nothing left in South Korea.

In history, the King of Han asked to surrender after the Qin army broke through Nanyang.

"It's just that Buwei heard," Lu Buwei said softly, "After General Lianpo captured Nanyang, he handed over the military power to General Mengwu.

Zhao Weizhen closed his eyes.

The "bad news" that Lu Buwei said was probably this.

As early as when General Lian Po was invited, he told Zhao Weizhen like this: win a battle, and then he will leave.

It seems that the powerful Qin State and the powerful Qin Army did not change the old general's mind.

"The old general understands." Lu Buwei stared at the crowded square and couldn't help sighing: "Throughout the ages, how many capable ministers and good generals either died without a whole body or ended in a miserable end? He won a battle for Qin, and a bloodbath was abandoned by Zhao. The second is to return a favor to Wei Zhen, and the third is to end his military life with triumph. Fame, fortune, and kindness, he has clearly counted it, and it is counted as a happy ending."

Zhao Weizhen didn't speak.

Compared with history, the situation is indeed much better.

She doesn't know medical skills, and she can't extend the life of Lord Pingyuan, nor can she save the dying King Qin Zhuangxiang.

But for those who can live, Zhao Weizhen still hopes to change his regrets within his ability—for example, preventing Prince Dan from entering Qin Dynasty, or accepting old general Lian Po for retirement.

In history, the old general Lian Po left Zhao to enter Wei, and was not allowed to be reused. Instead, he was invited by the king of Chu to enter Chu, but he lost the first battle and died with regret.

The Qin army is not the Chu army. The old general has fought against the Qin state all his life and knows the Qin army well.

Zhao Weizhen was not surprised that he won the battle.

"Since that's the case, let's send the old general away." Zhao Weizhen said: "Send a good carriage, and send the general wherever he wants to go."

"Weizhen's original intention was to ask the old general to make a good start." Lu Buwei added.

Just knew he could understand.

In terms of strategy, the couple never had to explain much—even the old general led troops for Qin, so the civil servants and military generals in the world have to weigh it, the unification of Qin is what everyone expects?

She blocked the mouths of those Confucian scholars who talked about "tyranny of Qin Dynasty" and "land of tigers and wolves".

"General Lian Po's retirement is actually a good thing."

Lu Buwei said again: "Such a stop gave King Han a chance to surrender."

Zhao Weizhen: "..."

She looked at Lu Buwei again, who also turned his head.

In public places, under the watchful eyes of everyone, no one can see the true feelings from Lu Buwei's face.

The man was smiling, his bright eyes were slightly curved, his words, deeds, and conversation style were all good-natured, but through those pure black eyes, what Zhao Weizhen saw was still the cold and sharp eyes under the skin. monster.

He once said that he still wanted to give it a try, even if he disagreed with Qin Wangzheng, he would not back down.

Since he spoke directly, Lu Buwei would not back down.

After waiting for so long, it turned out that he was waiting for this moment.

"The day before yesterday, I met with the young master." Lu Buwei smiled, and said nonchalantly: "I suggest that he persuade the king of Han to enter the Qin Dynasty to surrender, present the imperial seal, and be reduced to a vassal. In this way, the blood of the Han family can be preserved. , and will not completely destroy the country.”

Now that South Korea is unable to recover, Han Fei is afraid that he will also accept Lu Buwei's opinion.

only……

"Lu Buwei."

Zhao Weizhen lowered his voice: "Do you want to save the nobles, or do you want to save Korea?"

Lu Buwei did not respond directly, but took a small step to the left, closing the distance with Zhao Weizhen.

In the eyes of outsiders, he leaned into Zhao Weizhen's ear with an affectionate smile, even if the two had never made any intimacy, it seemed that Prime Minister Qin was coaxing his wife in a good way.

Who can see this scene, can't he sigh a fairy couple, a loving couple?

But Lu Buwei laughed a few times on top of Zhao Weizhen's head.

Only when he got closer did his voice reveal some real coldness.

"At this point, in Weizhen's heart, am I just a 'Lu Buwei'?" He said.

Zhao Weizhen paused slightly.

Before she could understand why he was brooding again at this moment, Lu Buwei had already distanced himself.

"I don't want to save nobles, nor do I want to save Korea." Lu Buwei said coldly: "What does hereditary nobles have anything to do with Buwei? What do you mean by silent and slow infiltration? Immediately destroying Han is destined to attract the hatred of the Koreans and join hands with the five countries. Buwei thinks that the king of Han can be accepted to surrender, and the king of Han can be kept in Xianyang as a hostage, and a new king can be established."

After a long speech, Zhao Weizhen quickly understood what he meant.

"Establish Mr. Han, who is willing to be a native of Qin, as the king." Zhao Weizhen continued.

"In this way, wouldn't it be more convenient for Weizhen to implement Qin Law and Qin Law in South Korea, and ask Koreans to write Qin Wen and schoolchildren to read Qin books?" Lu Buwei continued: "When the next generation comes, everyone in Xinzheng will speak Qin dialects. , write Xiaozhuan, and set up prefectures and counties, there will be no fierce resistance."

The fundamental purpose of Lu Buwei's attempt to implement the Huairou policy was to ease the contradiction between Qin Wangzheng and the South Korean government -- and furthermore, to ease the contradiction between the autocratic monarch and the slave aristocrats.

It is indeed a solution, even in line with Zhao Weizhen's original idea.

This is the first step for Lu Buwei to adjust his pace after realizing that he has different views with Ying Zheng and Zhao Weizhen.

Ok.

Zhao Weizhen thought for a while, and finally understood what he meant by calling him by his full name.

"I'm just Lu Buwei?" The implication was that he was thinking of her, but she was still wary of him.

"You're-"

"Xiangguo, Your Majesty!"

Just when Zhao Weizhen was about to respond, a scholar dressed as a Confucian scholar walked over enthusiastically.

With guards, Wei Xing and Zhu Ping present, Confucian scholars are not allowed to get close.But the young scholars did not lose their enthusiasm at all, and raised their hands and shouted.

"I will hand over...to the steward, and say...you can hand it over to...for review."

The square is bustling with people.The scholar was seven or eight steps away from them, and neither of them could hear clearly what the young man was saying.

"It's not too late to go back and talk about it."

Lu Buwei ended the topic indifferently: "Don't neglect these Confucian scholars, be careful that they write articles to scold you."

Zhao Weizhen sneered a few times: "If you scold me, just scold me. If they write an article scolding me, I won't write and scold me back?"

Of course, saying so, Zhao Weizhen is not willing to seek scolding for nothing.

Lu Buwei decided that if he had something, he could receive a hundred gold. Although it was for the sake of gaining fame, he also received some bits and pieces of useful information.Today they are present, some Confucian scholars have written useful things, and it is understandable to want to hand them over to them personally.

So although the couple were not polite, they still took a few steps forward and walked in front of the Confucian scholar.

Seeing the two people approaching, the Confucian scholar saluted politely: "The steward who gave the pen and paper has said that I have advice, which can be directly presented to the Prime Minister and the King."

Lu Buwei smiled and said, "Give it to me."

Unexpectedly, the Confucian scholar shook his head: "I only have one word."

A word?

Zhao Weizhen became a little interested.

She was one step closer to Confucian scholars than Lu Buwei, and without thinking too much, she approached a little closer: "Then tell me."

Confucian scholars leaned in front of Zhao Weizhen.

Earlier, he put his hands into the big sleeves of the toga, and the Confucian scholar put down his hands only after Zhao Weizhen's body slightly passed the blockade of the guards.

Being so close, Zhao Weizhen developed a visual blind spot instead.

She just heard a sudden change in the breathing rhythm of the young man in front of her. From an angle that Zhao Weizhen couldn't see, a short dagger fell into his palm.

"How can you allow people like you to mess up the sky with one hand covering the sky with one hand? This knife is for South Korea!"

Confucian scholar raised his hand.

The icy cold light drew a sharp arc in mid-air, and hit Zhao Weizhen's throat straight!

She suddenly widened her eyes.

Seeing that the tip of the dagger was going to sink into her skin one step ahead of Zhao Weizhen, in an emergency, a big hand with distinct bones protruded from her side.

In such cases, the flow of time seems to be slowed down.

Zhao Weizhen turned his head in astonishment, and saw Lu Buwei firmly grasping the sharp dagger, restraining the assassin's attack trajectory.

The dagger cut deeply into the flesh of his palm, and the dark red liquid dripped down the bronze, staining his palm red, and the blood trickled down on the white sleeve, almost glaring.

The next moment, Wei Xing kicked away the Confucian scholar who was about to assassinate him.

He was so close to the guards, and there was no commotion in the scene, and he was captured alive almost immediately.

Zhao Weizhen came back to his senses suddenly.

"What are you doing?!" She raised her eyebrows, "He can't hurt me!"

Wei Xing was right behind her, how could he be reduced to the point of asking Lu Buwei himself to take action!

Lu Buwei pulled Zhao Weizhen behind him, let go of the dagger, and the metal fell to the ground with a distinct clang.

"Surround everyone in the square." His hands were still bleeding, but his tone was still gentle and calm: "No one is allowed to leak information, especially the king."