Chapter 176 From ancient times to the present, as long as you take benefits that do not belong to you, you must hand over what the other party covets.
Or power and dignity, or peace of life.
If a group is full of such greedy people, then occasionally there will be those who stick to their true intentions, but they will not be able to save themselves from sliding into the abyss.
General Xiang Yan of Chu State was kneeling in the palace and had been arguing with dozens of ministers for a long time.
"Wei Chen believes that your Majesty's decision to block the Yong Kingdom is wise and correct. Wei Chen is willing to lead the army to the north. He must defend the country's borders and not lose a city or a pond."
Xiang Yan looked passionate and unyielding.
"General Xiang's words are wrong," one of the courtiers said. "The Yong State has made it clear that it wants to use the road to annex the Wei State. We, the Chu State, can sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. When both of them are defeated, we can then go north to seize the city."
Once you get it, you can take advantage of the chaos and get some benefits in Wei.
The Yong Kingdom is exhausted from the battle, and maybe it can be divided up a lot.
"Wei Chen also thinks that for the sake of a few dispensable small towns, the labor army goes northward, and the gains outweigh the losses."
"Wei Chen thought that the Chu army could retreat a hundred miles to watch the battle and see whether the Yong Kingdom would move east or south."
To the east, the target is directly at the Wei State, and to the south, it is detrimental to the Chu State.
"My minister seconded the proposal."
"My minister agrees."
"The minister waits for a second opinion."
……
There were sounds one after another in the main hall, and Xiang Yan felt like a dead bamboo standing in the bushes.
Although it is tall and strong, it cannot support a piece of heaven and earth.
He raised his head and looked at Mi Fuchu, the king of Chu, and placed his last hope on the king.
Mi Fucu was originally prepared to resist with all his strength. For this reason, he quickly gathered the troops stationed in the north and stopped the Yong Kingdom with a force of [-].
But listening to the judgments of the ministers at this time, it seems that it is the same as what I thought before, Yongguo will attack Wei first? If this is the case, his strategies to alienate Zhao Zheng and Jiang He will come in handy.
Mi Fuchu was silent for a moment and said comfortingly: "General Xiang, don't be anxious. Just listen to the opinions of several ministers and wait."
"But," Xiang Yanli remonstrated, "even if the Yong State is just trying to borrow a way, but when he destroys the Wei State, the North and South Goulian will become like iron barrels, it is better to send troops to attack now."
"Sending troops at this time," Mi Fuchu laughed, "should we let Wei, Yan and Qi benefit?"
He loves nothing more than watching others suffer.
How could you miss this opportunity?
Xiang Yan wanted to say more, but saw that the king had already stood up.
"That's it." His expression was full of joy, "Send the order, retreat hundreds of miles, and be ready."
Resistance and disobedience are treason. Xiang Yan is loyal to the emperor and patriotic, so he can only agree to the promise.
"Chu retreats!"
After receiving the news, Wei Ji stood in the palace with his hands on his forehead.
"It's really strange," the courtier said, "We have revealed to Chu the detailed military information of Yong's invasion of Chu, but Chu actually withdrew its troops!"
In these days, the resident envoys of the State of Wei, holding letters written by Wei Ji, often went to meet Mi Fucu.
In the letter, Wei Ji informed Yong's generals of their military situation and even the methods and methods of arranging course, it was also hinted that if Wei was conquered by Yong, Chu would be next.
But Mi Fucu retreated.
This prevented the Chu State from being dragged into the war, and also expedited the time for the Yong State to besiege the Wei State.
Don't they understand the meaning of death and coldness?
"They want to watch the snipe and the clam fight and get the advantage of the fishermen."
Wei Ji looked indifferent, seeming to have accepted the incident and focused on thinking about countermeasures.
Now Yong Guo really took the opportunity to advance just three months, more than ten cities have been to the retreat of the main force of the Chu army, almost all the Chu officers and soldiers defending the city surrendered without a fight, and Yong suffered very few casualties.
Wei Ji silently calculated in his mind the date when Yong State would attack Wei State.
This battle is inevitable.
Wei is not a country that is weak and afraid of war.
If they want to fight, they will inevitably break Yong Guo's hands and feet so that they dare not act recklessly.
Wei Ji looked out the window.
The garden flowers are in full bloom in it was far away from the market, he seemed to be able to hear the cries of the restaurants along the street and the children playing and laughing.
Wei Ji withdrew his gaze, and amidst the buzzing discussion in the palace, he said decisively: "If he dares to attack, we will fight him! If we want a peaceful and prosperous world, we must first fight with swords and arrows, and fight with dragons and stars!"
The clear voice echoed in the hall, sweeping away the decadent air of fear of war.
The young King of Wei tried his best to sit upright and nodded heavily: "Then I will ask my uncle to take charge of Wei's 50 troops. The offensive and defensive advances and retreats will all depend on my uncle's orders!"
Different from the tense debates before the war in Wei State, at this time in Xianyang, the capital of Yong State, in a small courtyard with pomegranate flowers in full bloom, the queen of the country was happily chatting with her servants.
"Dare you say you don't look like me?"
Jiang He pretended to be angry and glared at the boy in front of him.
Zheng Ling laughed, scratched her head and stepped back.
Unexpectedly, it is quite interesting when the master is not teaching the art of war.
He remembered that he wanted to follow her in the first place because he saw how sad she was, and he felt inexplicably guilty. He felt that as long as she was happy, he could just be honest.
It's better now. The queen came back with the young master in her arms, with a smile on her face.
This shows that no one in the palace dares to mess with her, and the government is going smoothly.
"It doesn't look alike," Zheng Ling couldn't help but said as he avoided Kai Ling's pursuit. "He must be more like your Majesty. If he looks like the queen, he won't be a boy."
"What do you know?" Jiang He tapped Aqian's fleshy face with his hand, "They say a son is like a mother, but I have given birth to a son for nothing."
A-Qian had just learned to sit, and he managed to hold himself upright when he was suddenly touched by a finger. He almost fell over on the mat again in Cai Ling started laughing now, and the servants standing quietly in the distance also snickered.
Only the military commander who was stationed against the wall stood as still as a mountain.
"Where is Manager Zong?" Jiang He asked after playing around for a while.
"He," Cai Ling smiled uncomfortably, "as soon as I heard that His Highness had brought the young master back, he ran away immediately."
Jiang He lowered his head, his eyes drooped slightly, and he felt sad for a moment.
Speaking of which, Aqian has been born for half a year and Zongjun has not seen him yet.
"Cailing," she said suddenly, "come here, I will tell you something."
Zongjun stayed in his own bedroom.
He is the chief steward of this house and lives in the upper room in the queen even assigned him a servant because of his poor eyesight.
Today, when he heard that the prince was coming, Zongjun hurriedly hid in the house.
He looks ugly and is afraid of scaring the child who is over six months old.
He hid in and couldn't sit still for some reason.
Listening to the lively chatter and laughter in the front yard, he couldn't help but open the closet and took out the rattle and money string prepared for the young master.
The rattle was bought in Luoyang, and the red rope was wrapped around the wooden stick to prevent it from getting hurt.
Money strings have been collected over the years and are available in various countries. They are strung with wires and make a "clattering" sound when they are shaken.
He has entrusted Cai Ling to send these two small toys to the palace many times.
Cai Ling refused and said harshly: "If you want to send it to yourself, this is the wish of Her Royal Highness the Queen."
Zong Jun sighed, thinking that he could ask Zheng Ling to deliver it today.
"Come here," he called, "ask Mr. Zheng to come over."
The servant left as promised and came back soon, with an inappropriate expression on his face.
"Zheng Lang can't be found."
"Where did it go?"
"Oh, Mr. Zong," the servant said, sweating profusely, "don't worry about the husband of the Zheng family. Her Royal Highness the Queen and others left together, leaving her Highness the Young Master in the courtyard. He is crying right now!"
"what?"
Zong Jun stood up suddenly. Because he got up too quickly, the only eye that could see anything was swollen and a step out of the house, I heard faint crying.
After walking a few steps, I heard loud and heartbreaking crying.
"Why don't you coax me?" He had already walked out of the yard, but suddenly stopped as if he remembered something, and said anxiously and angrily.
"The slaves didn't dare to come close and coaxed and teased me from a distance. As a result, His Highness cried even louder."
Don't dare approach?
Yes.
If it is an ordinary child, you can hold it and coax it.
But the other party is a young master of the Yong Kingdom, and their touching and teasing may be regarded as transgression.
Aqian's crying became louder and louder, and Zongjun couldn't care about anything anymore.
He walked out to the front yard where pomegranate flowers were blooming, and saw a mat spread on the ground. The young master was sitting in the middle of the mat, crying so much that his nose fell on his bib.
More than ten feet away from him, many servants and maids made various gestures to amuse him, and some even knelt down and kowtowed.
But it didn't work, the child cried even harder.
Seeing Zongjun coming, the servants quickly backed away.
"Director Zong, please help me." They shouted in confusion, "The heat is in full swing, it's too big to cry out."
Zongjun stepped forward quickly.
He knelt in front of the young master, covering half of his face with his sleeves, and shook the rattle in his hand at the crying child.
"Dong dong dong..."
The young master stretched his hand forward, holding the rattle with some curiosity and shaking it up and down, but there was no sound.
So he curled his lips and threw away the rattle, ready to cry again.
Zongjun hurriedly gave him the money again, but this time he didn't accept it.
The young master stretched his hand forward, grabbed Zongjun's sleeve, and pulled his sleeve down. Under Zongjun's careful shield, he could still see his face.
Zongjun did not dare to retreat.
The young master is holding his sleeve. If he retreats, he will bring him down.
The two looked at each other.
He saw the young master staring at his big, watery eyes. The eyes were very dark and the pupils were very was no fear in his eyes, only some curiosity, and some...
Do you like it?
Zongjun thought.
Then he saw the young master of Yong Kingdom smiling.
The snot was still hanging on the young master's face, but he smiled innocently, sincerely and other hand stretched out and grabbed Zongjun's face.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Zhao Qian, the young master of Yong Kingdom, grabbed Zongjun's face with great small body was sitting, but his head was tilted into Zongjun's arms.
"What are you talking about, Your Highness?"
He asked as tears fell from Zongjun's face.
(End of this chapter)