Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it was perhaps the wish of every preacher to have a talented disciple who could carry on his legacy.

As for Qin, it is still difficult to change.

A person's life is limited, only his thoughts and skills can spread infinitely in the world.

This is the case for the military strategist Zhang Han.

There is no one else in the world who has such a clear understanding of the sword's intention as the Eighteenth Young Master.

He was simply born for the sword.

But Zhang Han understood that this young man had more than just swords in his heart.

A person who regards swords as a leisurely hobby has a supremely intelligent mind to master swords and a sword intention as light as autumn clouds. So what will he reach when he devotes himself to the sword?

Zhang Han wanted to know the answer.

In some ways, he seemed to have his answer after March. But Zhang Han himself couldn't tell whether that was the answer or not.

The young master has a sure-fire sword. But his heart is focused on the sword, and he still lacks interest.

Zhang Han has been with the sword for many years, and he can clearly distinguish who is a fanatical swordsman and who is a recreational person.

The sword of the Eighteenth Young Master is often like clouds and wind, ethereal and uncertain. It seems gentle and soft, but changes during it, but it hides thousands of murderous intentions.

Zhang Han's sword is open and closed, which is the style of a military general.

But this apprentice of his really has the demeanor of a royal nobleman, with a sword like the autumn moon and incomparable splendor. It looks like a gentleman's sword, but it is unpredictable. Perhaps only the dead can truly understand it.

When the sword fell on his neck, Zhang Han didn't know whether he should call it pride or regret. He is proud that Tian Zongzhi, who is excellent in swordsmanship, is his disciple. Unfortunately, Zhang Han is more subject to the interests of the empire than the relationship between master and disciple.

Your Majesty... what exactly does he think about the young master?

"Hu Hai...he actually performed so well?"

Does this statement have other profound meanings?

The cool wind blew through the treetops, and a drop of bright red blood fell on the fallen flowers.

It was the blade of the sword that accidentally hurt the skin.

Zhang Han looked complicated, "Young Master, you win."

Jiang Chen retracted his sword smoothly and said calmly, "I'm sorry, General Zhang."

Lu Yong came in a hurry to send a message, "General, your Majesty has summoned you."

"Your Majesty?" Zhang Han glanced at Jiang Chen subconsciously. But seeing the person in front of him carefully wiping his sword, and hearing this, holding the sword in hand, they handed it over to each other calmly, "General, go slowly."

Zhang Han had no choice but to return the favor and said, "Young master, please stay."

…

There was only one person in the whole hall, Ying Zheng.

It seems that many people exist at the same time.

In the dark flames, Zhang Han saw his expression gloomy.

…

Jiang Chen entered the hall and saw the figure sitting in front of the table. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "The order of winning the car."

There was a strange wooden box in front of Zhao Gao. He raised his head when he heard this, his eyes were extremely cold. When he saw him, he smiled and said, "Young Master."

His pale, almost gray fingertips traced the pattern on the wooden box, and said meaningfully, "I remember that in the past, the young master used to address his ministers as Zhao Gao. Now, Zhao Gao feels a lot alienated by the Zhongche Mansion Order."

Jiang Chen was sitting in front of him, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Zhao Gao?"

Zhao Gao was stunned for a moment, his smile stiffened, as if he didn't expect that he changed his tune so naturally.

"Young Master."

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes and said, "I just suddenly felt that it would be too rude to call me by my surname. The title of Zhongche Mansion Order is respected after all, right?"

Zhao Gao paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Young Master has been following the eldest Master for more than a month and has learned a lot."

Everyone knows what etiquette is.

Jiang Chen looked at his expression, his smile remained unchanged for a long time, and he followed his words and said, "Eldest brother is indeed very talented, and Hu Hai has benefited a lot."

Zhao Gao choked, no one in the world understood Hu Hai's arrogance better than him. This young master of Da Qin looked innocent with a smile, but he was aloof and had an extremely unruly temperament. The only one who can truly admit it to him is his father.

Now from his mouth, he actually said that Fusu is very talented. Moreover, it doesn’t sound like there’s anything against one’s will. Zhao Gao didn't understand himself.

Zhao Gao considered himself not a talentless person, but he taught Hu Hai lessons for more than five years, but Hu Hai never really admired him. This can be known from the fact that when he opens and closes his mouth, he speaks of Zhao Gao. In the past two months, I have changed my mind about Che Fu Ling, but the feeling of alienation and indifference is far stronger than before.

Such a person, who had only been with Fusu for less than two months after not seeing him for six years, actually praised Fusu, indeed praised Fusu for his talents...

Does Fusu really have such a nature that everyone loves? !

Hu Hai's thoughts became unpredictable. Zhao Gao originally thought that he knew Hu Hai best after having known him for many years.

This made Zhao Gao feel that the plan became a little out of control. The most important chess piece seems to be out of control in a certain aspect.

"...Young Master, have you ever heard a story?"

Jiang Chen raised his face slightly, acting quite cooperative, "Oh?"

Zhao Gao choked and could hardly continue the conversation, "Wolves in the mountains and forests are animals that live in groups." He said one sentence, and then he no longer concealed it, "When the wolf king becomes weak in his old age, the wolf pack will produce new wolves. King. The young wolf must fight in a pack and kill all the enemies in order to have the right to rule the pack.”

Jiang Chen's eyes fell on the strange-looking box in front of him, which was not from the Qin Dynasty. His fingertips intertwined rhythmically and tapped the back of his hand, but he did not speak for a long time.

Zhao Gao: "..."

The ruby ​​ring on his fingertips was clasped on the hidden lock of the wooden box, also paused.

No one spoke.

The only piece of uninvited wind.

It seems that whoever speaks first will lose something.

When Zhao Gao was about to lose his patience and speak, Jiang Chen said calmly, "It sounds quite interesting."

There is no further text.

Zhao Gao frowned secretly and waited for a moment. Without hearing his voice, he opened his mouth to ask.

Jiang Chen was sitting upright and serious about his meditation, with a serious tone but a faint smile that could not be understood, "If the whole clan fights, wouldn't it mean that the whole clan will be destroyed?"

Zhao Gao gritted his teeth at this unreasonable assumption for a while, but looking at those very innocent eyes, he was not sure whether he really didn't understand or was pretending to be stupid.

Zhao Gao didn't think that Hu Hai, who had the iron-faced Zhang Han gushing praises for more than a month and whose eyes lit up when he mentioned his name, would have poor understanding.

In terms of pretending to be dumbfounded, he underestimated the young master.

"Master, do you still remember this box?"

Jiang Chen looked at the strange, snake-like intertwining pattern on the box, "It's not from Great Qin."

To be more precise, the style comes from the Wuyi tribe in Chunan County.

"It's natural that the young master doesn't remember. Then do you remember the young master's mother, Mrs. Huaiyue?"

She passed away when Hu Hai was three years old.

Jianghuai Moon.

When Ying Zheng first decided to rule the world, there were many government affairs, so his encounter with her was just a coincidence. Wang Jian was ordered to pacify Baiyue. When the Han and Yi people merged, the Hu and Yi tribes moved to Xianyang in various ways.

Huaiyue is just one of them.

At that time, Yingzheng was under strict investigation, and officials and merchants were involved in selling foreigners. He went on the Huai River at night and rescued a girl who fell into the water. She looked like a bright moon.

She is a descendant of Hu and Han, so when they first met, they did not suspect that she was a Hu. He was deceived just because of his outstanding appearance. Unwilling to be a slave, the woman escaped at night and was pursued by many soldiers, so she decided to die.

Ying Zheng used her as a clue to make a breakthrough in the human trafficking case. Since then, she settled in Xianyang Palace. Because she couldn't understand the language, Ying Zheng named her Huaiyue.

However, the emperor's heart is fickle.

Huaiyue withered in the deep palace, from beginning to end, for only three years.

Therefore, Hu Hai's only impression of her was the image of a great emperor in the mouth of the woman walking away from the window.

"Mother, what is Father?"

"Haier's father? He was a great king."

"King?" Hu Hai didn't understand, so he just repeated it, then picked up the hem of her skirt and asked her seriously, "Why doesn't your father come to see me? Is it because Hai'er is not good?"

"No. Hai'er, a hero, always has many things to deal with."

"oh……"

…

The first part of the recollection flashed through his mind with a hazy feeling that was difficult to explain in words. Jiang Chen's long silence finally made Zhao Gao smile, "The battle between wolves is not limited to the young wolves. All the feelings towards the Wolf King If you are interested, a war will break out.”

Whether he is interested in the position of the Wolf King or his people.

Ying Zheng. He and his throne are beyond their reach.

Jiang Chen glanced at him. So, does Huaiyue's death have a deeper meaning?

Zhao Gao's ring turned slightly and clasped on the snake's eye on the wooden box. He turned slightly, revealing an ancient wooden hairpin and a letter that seemed to be a suicide note.

Jiang Chen didn't show any excitement.

The purple-red sandalwood hairpin glows with a warm shimmer. Obviously the owner often rubs it with his hands, so that the wooden surface can form such a soft and delicate light.

"Sir, what's wrong? Are you scared?"

"..." Jiang Chen said nothing, with a heavy look on his face.

"But is it unbearable to foresee the truth?" Zhao Gao said coldly, "The eldest son Fusu... what if I say that his mother is related to the death of the young master's mother?"

Jiang Chen picked up the wooden hairpin and said, "Really? I have to believe what you said?"

The tone is flat.

Zhao Gao had to say that his calmness in hiding his murderous intentions with laughter at all times was really impressive. But he keenly saw that Hu Hai's fingertips were trembling slightly, but he was just using the action of picking up the wooden hairpin to lower his sleeves to cover it up. "Yes. Young Master definitely doesn't believe what Zhao Gao said, but you can also go and check it yourself."

He immediately heard Hu Hai's ruthless response, "Get out."

Zhao Gao frowned slightly, looked worried, and sighed, "Young Master, you...must put the overall situation first. I retire."

His eyes saw Hu Hai's hand reaching into the wooden box, and the wax-sealed bamboo tube had been picked up.

Ta, tap.

The footsteps fade away.

Jiang Chen opened the wax seal, took out the yellowed letter paper, scanned the entire text conscientiously, put the wooden hairpin on the letter, and showed a light, careless smile on his lips.

Haier, I hope to avenge my mother.

The love between mother and son is truly touching.

So Fusu's mother is dead, who else should Hu Hai seek revenge on?

oh. Fusu?

The letter paper has been stored for eight years, but it is a little yellowed. A woman who grew up in a barbaric area had no language skills when she first arrived, but within three years she was able to write Qin Zhuan very well.

Is she talented, or does he look easy to fool?

Deeply touching.

It's a pity that there is no Huai Yue in the world, and there is no Hu Hai anymore.

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