Fish swimming around the world

On this side, Xiang Chen was stalking and pleading with his wife, but on the other side of Jin, Sima Ji was contemplating, as if he was making a decision about a chess game.

"Your Majesty, the three offerings are still waiting. We must discuss the regulations."

Sima Ji was still deep in thought. After a long time, he slowly raised his head: "It is generally accepted that it is true or false?"

Mr. Bai Shi smiled bitterly: "This kind of identity can be exposed even if you die. This matter is true no matter how you look at it, but that's Jiang Fan. He has never lost in terms of calculations."

Sima Ji said: "Nangong Xin, what's going on?"

"We set out yesterday. It is said that we were worried that our business would be affected, so we rushed to Yuzhou in a hurry. Why did the king ask him?"

Duke Bai Shi was very understanding. He didn't ask the Emperor Ming, the monarchs of the Four Kingdoms, Cao Ying, or Zhang Ling. These people who had a close relationship with Jiang Fan, instead asked him why he was the Marquis of Donglin?

Sima Ji did not explain, but narrowed his eyes slightly: "It makes sense..."

Bai Shigong smiled bitterly: "We have just publicly formed an alliance with Great Qin, and something like this happened. Doesn't this put us in a dilemma? Now that someone is dead, he is directly approached by Sanshi. It is obviously asking us to choose our side again."

Sima Ji looked deeply: "It is said that his identity was verified by the Feng family..."

Mr. Bai Shi nodded: "Three enshrinements said so. Two months ago, Feng Chen's subordinate Huang Luo visited the Qin State. It seemed that he wanted to discuss something, but he was vetoed by the empress. Then, they implemented the matter."

"The Feng family...do you remember how the Feng family launched the coup d'état?"

Mr. Bai Shi was stunned for a moment: "Jiang Fan manipulated..."

Sima Ji nodded slowly, his eyes becoming more and more profound, "This time, it's the Feng family again..."

Mr. Bai Shi's expression suddenly changed: "Your Majesty, what are you thinking about?"

Sima Ji did not answer, and murmured to himself: "When the fake is the real, the real is also fake, there is nothing but nothing..."

Suddenly, his eyes became firm: "You can always do something, tree and vine, tree and vine, today, for the first time in my life, I, Sima Ji, make a bet!"

Mr. Bai Shi was stunned: "Your Majesty, what do you mean..."

"Reject death and wait and see what happens."

Mr. Bai Shi was horrified: "But this... there will be no room for change in the future..."

Sima Ji's eyes were sharp: "Sir, go and watch the battle in person. If the outcome of this matter exceeds our imagination, it will prove that I am right. Otherwise... just accept your fate."

"Super 눕imaginative놅...the result?"

Sima Ji nodded: "Everyone in the world has their own analysis of the results, but apart from those types, they think it must be one of them, but what if? What if no one can imagine the results now..."

Mr. Bai Shi raised his eyebrows, "Then...there is a problem with this matter!"

Sima Ji sighed softly: "The question is, why did he inform me... Could it be that once I know, things will go wrong?"

Bai Shigong's eyes were a little horrified: "Your Majesty, do you think he will even trick us?"

Sima Ji thought for a long time and finally shook his head: "This situation was created by him through the coup. I think he hopes that we will act according to our normal logic to make this matter more normal."

Mr. Bai Shi took a breath: "This... is too unbelievable. Everything is just speculation..."

"Go and see for yourself. The flying eagle will send me a letter telling me the result."

Mr. Baishi nodded solemnly, stood up and left.

Behind him, Sima Ji sat alone in the darkness, staring blankly at the weak flame that seemed to be extinguished at any time.

He didn't know how long it had passed. He gently lifted the oil pot next to him and slowly poured it into the lamp. The flame suddenly jumped and became brighter...

Dian Kingdom, Lucheng.

Ying Wuming sat on the top of the mountain, looking at the embers of the bonfire in front of him, and sat quietly for half the night.

At this time, a lantern swayed, and a woman in white slowly walked up the mountain and walked behind him.

"Zheng, do you still think about it?"

Ying Wuming was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Ji Ji: "Sister, brother-in-law, are you going to test me?"

The woman smiled softly: "They said that either this matter is true, or they want you to figure it out for yourself."

Ying Wuming nodded: "Afang, what do you think?"

The woman held his arm and sat down next to him: "Zheng, I have answered this question. I understand them, but no matter what, it is done by people. In this case, you have to ask yourself, are they What kind of person he is, what kind of things he wants to do, and how he does it, maybe he can understand the meaning."

Ying Wuming's expression moved slightly, "What kind of people are they... what kind of things are they going to do... how are they going to do it... I dare to make a comprehensive evaluation, but... they are definitely just people from the Qin State in my eyes. They want to fight to determine what they will do to destroy the gods in the world and seek freedom, and they will naturally have an unexpected approach with everyone else..."

He whispered softly, and suddenly his eyes trembled slightly. The next moment, he picked up a piece of dry wood and threw it into the coals. After a while, the bonfire was rekindled, and the firelight illuminated Ying Wuming's face, and his eyes were like the firelight. , Zheng놇 gradually becomes brighter.

"Afang, send an order to send Xia to southern Shanxi!"

The woman smiled and said, "You understand politics."

Ying Wuming stood up, his eyes were shining brightly, he patted the woman's shoulder with his big hand, turned around and strode away.

The woman sat quietly, looking at his back, "Zheng, where are you going?"

Ying Wuming laughed loudly: "Sister-in-law and brother-in-law are fighting, how can this kind of thing happen? I want to go and watch the fight in person!"

Guanri Peak, Imperial Court.

"Is everything packed?" Emperor Ming Ji Zongyi stood in front of Ziwei Palace, looking at the vast smoke in the distance.

뀗Qu bowed slightly: "Your Majesty, everything is ready, can we set off immediately?"

Ji Zongyi was silent for a moment, then looked back at Ziwei Palace: "Although the mountain is extremely high, it is indeed a trapped dragon abyss. This broken ground should have been lost long ago."

뀗 Ququ said: "Moving to Yancheng, is it an advance or a retreat?"

Ji Zongyi smiled faintly: "It's both advancement and retreat."

뀗Qu pondered for a moment: "For the sake of the general trend, do you think you are advancing? For the sake of the imperial court, you escape from Yuzhou, do you think you are retreating?"

Ji Zongyi looked at him with satisfaction: "Qu Xingjun, Mr. Fan. These things have wronged you."

뀗Qu smiled calmly: "Prince, why do you say this? Everyone has their own ambitions, 뀗Qu is just serving His Majesty."

Qu laughed and said, "Good brother, I have allowed you to be a fake eunuch for too long. When you get to Yuzhou, I will personally explain it to Cheng'er."

뀗Qu smiled and shook his head: "Even though you are your Majesty, you still value your family so much. You should have said that you would grant me a marriage."

Ji Zongyi laughed and said, "You know me well."

Qu nodded: "So, Your Majesty should also understand me and take care of his own affairs, otherwise Acheng will also look down on me."

Ji Zongyi patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's right. Once you leave, you need to straighten your spine when you leave here. Our imperial court must do the same."