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"What nonsense are you talking about? You have to be aboveboard. What kind of assassination is going on? Killing Liu Bang by strength is the best."

"You girl, you've become a traitor not long after you left!" Fan Zeng spoke so forcefully that he coughed up a mouthful of old blood.

"Mr. Fan Zeng." Zhang Liang looked at him worriedly.

Fan Zeng patted his chest, calmed down, and said, "Zhang Liang, you are doing well!"

"Sir... I have won the prize."

"You bastards actually alienated my relationship with Shaoyu. He didn't want me anymore... No, I quit. I said I wanted to tell my old man to go back to my hometown and return to Pengcheng, but Shaoyu didn't want to keep me at all. mean!"

I looked at his tearful face, and reminded him aloud, "He's not Shaoyu, he's King Xiang."

"It's all the same." Fan Zeng argued, "I watched him grow up little by little, and so did Xiaolong."

"It's not the same." I looked at this stubborn old man and said seriously, "People change. He is King Xiang, not Shaoyu."

If he was Shaoyu, how could he not even trust his own father?

How could he not even trust his brother Long Qi who was born and died together?

So he is King Xiang, not Shaoyu.

Shaoyu was lost, or abandoned by King Xiang himself.

"When Shaoyu faced Wushuang in Quicksand before, he saved me desperately, how could he not trust me!" Fan Zeng's excited mood did not calm down at all, and it was the first time I saw him completely lose his composure.

—Everyone is afraid of being abandoned.

But if you are really abandoned, what can you do?

"I've said it all, he is King Xiang, not Shaoyu."

"Shao Yu is King Xiang!"

"...Zhang Liang, the old man is crazy." I shrugged helplessly, wanting to laugh, but the corners of my mouth were stiff, and my heart was heavy.

There is a saying: When a bird is about to die, its song is mournful; when a man is about to die, his words are kind.

But none of Fan Zeng’s words before his death was good, they were all unrealistic fantasies and harsh words—cursing Liu Bang, Zhang Liang, Chen Ping, Han Xin, me, but not himself and his "Shao Yu".

Just like that, Fan Zeng couldn't stop cursing - he was tired.

He is too tired.

From the seven heroes of the Warring States Period, Qin Qi, Chu Yan, Han, Zhao and Wei contended for hegemony, to Qin Shi Huang Yingzheng's unification of the country, the Xiang family continued to flee, the Mohist institution city was destroyed, the little sage village was burned, Zhang Liang assassinated Qin, and Sheng Qi revolted. Su was killed by Zhao Gao and Li Si, Hu Hai ascended the throne, Hu Hai was killed by Zhao Gao, Zhao Gao was killed by the third generation Ziying, and Ziying was killed by Xiang Yu... He has seen too much.

Killing and killing, dying and dying, there is no memory of happiness.

Uh, are you happy?

……hapiness.

Old man Fan's happiest time should be the days before Chu State was destroyed by Qin State, when he watched Xiang Yu and Long Qie grow up from two little radish heads.

But the time is too far away, I don't know if he still remembers it.

Finally, Fan Zeng struggled to get up and said, "Zhang Liang, play another game of chess, and I will definitely beat you."

"Ah, old man, take it easy, lie down and rest."

I wanted to stop it, but Zhang Liang stopped him, he said softly, "Ah Zhen, you go out first."

"But..." He will die!

The next moment, the words I was about to blurt out were swallowed back, because I saw Fan Zeng tremblingly reached out and grabbed a package, how hard he looked?

Zhang Liang leaned over and helped him open the package, which contained the chessboard and chess pieces.Nothing else.

Perhaps this is the last thought of his life.

I listened to what Zhang Liang said, went out and closed the door for them.

It was already sunset outside, and Chen Ping was still cooking the dark pot, humming a little song, so leisurely.

"I said, it was you who made old man Fan Zeng like this?"

Hearing what I said, Chen Ping immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not."

"Oh?"

"Of course I was the one who spread the scheming, but the choice is in Xiang Yu's own hands. He chose not to trust the old guy. The Overlord of Western Chu can be fooled by such rumors, and he has nothing to do with him in this world." When Chen Ping said this, he couldn't help laughing out loud, "But I never thought that the old guy would be so angry. Why bother? Let's see if he saved his childhood. Anyway, he is so old."

"...this statement" is actually reasonable.

"You said, if Xiang Yu trusted the old man, would he believe other people's gossip? Would he be deceived?" Chen Ping asked with a smile again.

"Does not."

"So," Chen Ping spat out the grass in his mouth, and moaned, "So it's not my fault, it's Xiang Yu's fault."

The pot on the fire was bubbling and bubbling. Chen Ping added some herbs to the pot and stirred it with a branch.

It seems that what he boiled was medicinal soup, could it be possible that he could still boil medicine for Fan Zeng?

Has he been bewitched?

"Chen Ping, do you respect Fan Zeng?"

Hearing this, Chen Ping stiffened his hands, turned his face mechanically, and said through gritted teeth, "How do you know that I respect that old guy? Don't talk nonsense, I hate that old guy very much."

This was the answer I didn't expect.

So, Chen Ping babbled about his childhood stories.Once because he stole a small cabbage from a family in the village, he was aggressively chased by the old man of that family for ten miles. He almost burst into tears and almost knelt down, and the old man looked a lot like Fan Zeng. Ping deduced that they were Fan Zeng's distant relatives.

"Then why did you boil medicine for Fan Zeng?"

Since he hated Fan Zeng so much, it made sense to trample him to death.

"Later, when I grew up, when a community sacrifice was held in the village, the old man actually recommended me to be the priest of the community temple, presided over the sacrifice to the community god, and divided the meat for everyone."

"..." This is unreasonable, isn't it?Chen Ping has a history of stealing cabbage, "The old man must have been bewitched, and the bewitched is not serious."

"I think so too. I divide the meat very evenly, so the folks praise me for being competent. This is the first time I have been praised by so many people... I am embarrassed to say it, you are very envious. "

"This is even more unreasonable! Are you still Chen Ping?"

When Chen Ping divided the meat, he should have swallowed a large piece of pig hair for himself, and then distributed the pig hairs to the villagers, two for each person, and he made the extra pig hairs for brushes.

"What's unreasonable about this? It's very reasonable." Chen Ping said displeased, "If I have the chance to govern the world, I can be as competent as dividing meat."

"Does not."

There will be more and more levies and miscellaneous taxes like that, and sooner or later the people will be in dire straits.

"You bastard, don't always slander me in your heart." Chen Ping glanced at me, then shifted his gaze to the pot, "I know you were sent by Xiang Yu, Ah Mo is much cuter than you .”

"...Then why don't you report to Liu Bang?"

"Zhang Liang is an older officer than me in the army, so I have to give him three points no matter what?" Chen Ping raised his eyebrows and continued, "Besides, reporting may not be useful. I have been reported several times before. Once, Si Guanying and Si Zhou Bo, those uneducated people often reported me, fortunately I was smart, so His Majesty didn't punish me, but was moved by my words and promoted me."

"Pfft—" This Liu Bang is also a no-brainer, but Chen Ping's mouth gun skills are indeed powerful.

"The pot is boiling, and the medicine is finally ready~" Chen Ping turned off the fire, put the medicine juice in the pot into a bowl with a happy expression, and carefully picked it up again, "See if my medicine is not so bitter to death!" Guy, let him chase me for ten miles with a small cabbage, it's ruthless!"

At this time, the door was pushed open.

Zhang Liang walked out slowly, with a calm face and silent eyes.

He said softly: "Lieutenant Chen, you don't have to work hard."

The door was not closed.

After a short distance, I saw Fan Zeng, over seventy years old, lying on a straw mat in a dimly lit room, his eyes closed forever, with a peaceful expression.

Next to it is a chessboard with black and white chess pieces placed on it.

"Did he beat you?" I asked Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang shook his head and said, "Not really."

"..." Can't you put the water back in?

I turned my head to look at Chen Ping.

His expression was calmer than Zhang Liang's, even neither sad nor happy.He squatted down and poured all the concoction that had just been poured into the bowl after patiently boiling it for a long time on the ground.

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After Fan Zeng died, Chen Ping sent someone to transport his body back to Xiang Yu in the Chu camp.

The result of this is that none of the young soldiers who transported the corpses came back alive, and the Chu army besieging Xingyang also increased several times.

Chen Ping kept silent about this phenomenon. As smart as he is, he knew that doing so would anger Xiang Yu, but he still insisted on sending Fan Zeng's body back. The reason for this is only well understood by Zhang Liang and me.

Chen Ping was willful once in his life.

It's just that Xingyang City is almost out of ammunition and food at this time, and it is already in danger.

In the afternoon, I went to Zhang Liang. He was at Liu Bang's house, discussing countermeasures with Chen Ping.With an old face in mourning, Liu Bang looked at Chen Ping resentfully: "Why hasn't Xinxin come?"

I felt chills for a while, relieved, gloated and said, "Why doesn't the King of Han hug a beautiful woman to wash his feet now?"

"I'm not in that mood, the beauties have made them retreat."

"Ah Zhen, don't be rude." Zhang Liang looked at me and said seriously, "Quickly apologize to His Majesty."

"Oh." I pretended to be respectful, "I apologize."

"That's all, you don't have to be serious, Ovary. I'm not in the mood to argue with her, so I'll scold her another day." Liu Bang sighed, "But, what should I do now? How many people Xiang Yu has sent!"

"Your Majesty, auspicious people have their own celestial features, and they will surely turn bad luck into good luck."

Zhang Liang