Chapter 189 Nobles
It had just rained, and the clouds above Xianyang were clear and covered with a layer of water color.
During the day, Zilanxuan closed the door to thank guests with a sense of leisure. In front of the gate, the carriages and horses were deserted.
Zhao Shuang took a breath and leaned on the railing, looking across the lake at the birds flying in the distance.
Zi Nu was combing her hair in front of the mirror, looking at Zhao Shuang on one side, and asked softly.
"So Wei Zhuang agreed?"
"A-Zhuang is A-Zhuang after all!"
Zhao Shuang smiled and looked at the sky. The clouds were gathering. After a while, the light in the sky was swallowed up by the clouds.
The rain fell slightly, causing ripples in the lake.
With a rebellion in the distance, the scorching summer heat gradually disappeared in blood. The autumn wind gradually picked up, and a chill swept through the house.
In the copper stove, smoke curled up.
Zhao Shuang walked from the railing to the copper stove in the house. Heat was still radiating from the fine holes. Zhao Shuang opened the lid and added a few pieces of charcoal fire from the side. The scarlet flame burned slowly, emitting heat.
The space soaked in autumn soon became warm again, and the cold wind outside could not invade.
Zhao Shuang was wearing single clothes and leaned on the couch.
Nongyu walked into the house with Changqin and sat in a side room behind a curtain.
Zi Nu picked up the steaming copper pot from the side, her hair tilted down, and poured the hot water into the thick earthenware tea cup. The tea leaves floated, and the aroma soon emerged.
The melodious sound of the piano spreads along with the sound of rain, which is extremely pleasant to the ears.
Zhao Shuang closed his eyes and tapped his fingers, enjoying the melody of the music.
The door opened and Wei Zhuang walked in. Seeing the scene in the house, he walked to Zhao Shuang's side and sat down.
After the song was played, Zhao Shuang opened his eyes.
"I haven't seen you for a few days. Miss Nongyu's piano skills are getting better and better."
"Thank you for your compliment!"
Zi Nu stood by and smiled slightly.
"Since you said last time that Nongyu's piano skills need to be improved, Nongyu has been practicing hard for a long time these days."
Zhao Shuang nodded and looked at Wei Zhuang.
"Have you resigned from the position of Guest Minister in the Prime Minister's Office?"
Wei Zhuang nodded and placed the shark tooth on the table.
"What on earth do you know?"
"Lao Ai is easy to deal with, but the snare behind him is a thorny problem. And now, Lu Buwei will have to be consistent with Lao Ai to some extent, which means that the originally divided snare will gain new power."
Zhao Shuang looked at Wei Zhuang and smiled slightly.
"So, do you want to create an organization that can withstand the snare?"
"An organization that can resist the snare?"
As Nong Yu's fingers flicked, the sound of the piano rose again, and the corners of Wei Zhuang's mouth curled up.
"Isn't the Mo family alone enough?"
Zi Nu looked at Zhao Shuang, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she finished speaking.
There are rumors in the world that the leader of the Mohist family has a close relationship with Han Yangjun of Qin. In fact, a large-scale tool-making workshop of the Mo family was located in Han Yangjun's territory.
However, Zi Nu had never heard Zhao Shuang say anything about the Mo family.
"The Mohist family alone is not enough."
Zhao Shuang's words were regarded as acknowledging his relationship with the Mo family in front of everyone. The Mo family is not Zhao Shuang's Mo family. What's more, the Mo family is not an assassin organization. It is very different in terms of professionalism.
"If this organization wants to fight against Luo Wang, it must integrate intelligence collection and assassination, and have the ability to respond quickly. In a short period of time, it must have the ability to make the fastest deployment where it needs to complete the task."
Before Zhao Shuang finished speaking, Wei Zhuang's face showed strong interest.
"Interesting! It's just that the network has been accumulated for hundreds of years and has a strong foundation. Although their organizations in the Six Kingdoms of Shandong were cleaned by you before, in the past few years, they have revived. It is not easy to fight against them."
"indeed!"
Zhao Shuang smiled and agreed with Wei Zhuang's statement.
"That's why it's more interesting. Azhuang, what do you think?"
The more dangerous the thing, the more interesting Wei Zhuang found it, and he nodded.
"Does this organization have any other purpose besides fighting against the snare?"
"Skills are used to detect adultery, and punishments are used to stop punishments!"
Zhao Shuang said shamelessly, and then added another sentence.
"This is the long-term goal."
"What about short-term goals?"
Zi Nu was a little curious, looked at Zhao Shuang and asked, but heard him speak without hesitation.
"protect me!"
Wei Zhuang rolled his eyes and didn't want to pay attention, so he just asked.
"Then what is the name of this organization? Have you decided?"
"All the peoples of heaven and earth are like quicksand gathering and scattering. This organization is called quicksand."
"Good name!"
Zi Nu slightly admired, her face filled with joy.
"I want to join in too."
"A sneeze, a sneeze!"
Thousands of miles away, in Little Saint's Village, Han Fei, who was studying, felt a chill for some reason.
"Brother Han Fei, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Cang was sitting next to him, holding a scroll of bamboo slips and looking at it.
"I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a chill. It was like something important had suddenly disappeared."
Han Fei touched his shoulder, and the goosebumps all over his body suddenly appeared. After a while, they disappeared.
Zhang Cang shook his head, crying and laughing, not knowing how to describe it.
"What are you looking at?"
Han Fei looked at Zhang Cang and asked.
Zhang Cang spread out the bamboo slips without any intention of hiding anything.
"This is the writing of Han Yangjun of the Qin Dynasty. It is compiled in "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic". There are also some scattered articles, which are quite interesting."
Han Fei scratched his head, took it and took a look.
"Is that the Hanyang Lord who bluntly said in the Qin court that Qin wanted to destroy the six kingdoms?"
As the grandson of the Korean king, Han Fei was naturally interested in this information. As the Confucian sect of the world, Xiaoshengxian Village, the news from the courts from all over the world can finally be gathered here.
These Confucian scholars studied behind closed doors, but the affairs of the world could not be hidden from them.
"Exactly!"
"Looking at this man's articles, you can see his talent and learning. However, he threatened to destroy the Six Kingdoms, which is really arrogant."
Zhang Cang smiled and looked at Han Fei.
"As arrogant as you?"
Han Fei smiled, and the corners of his mouth raised inexplicably.
"The land of the Six Kingdoms is ten times that of Qin. The power of the Six Kingdoms is also ten times that of Qin. What a pity! In the past, the Hezong was defeated, and Zhao Shuang, the general of Zhao State, failed to capture Xianyang. Otherwise, what happened today would still be two explain."
Zhang Cang nodded and put down the bamboo slips in his hand.
"Zhao General Zhao Shuang died at Longmen. Zhao State lost a future general, and the world also lost a sharp weapon that could compete with Qin State."
Han Fei suddenly smiled and asked an interesting question.
"Everyone says that Zhao Shuang, the general of the State of Zhao, is dead, but no one has seen his body. You said that the general of the State of Zhao was called Zhao Shuang, and Lord Hanyang of Qin was also called Zhao Shuang. Could they be the same person?"
Zhang Cang's expression became a little strange and he sneered.
"Just because they are all called Zhao Shuang and they are all young dignitaries?"
"It's not impossible!"
Han Fei laughed. These words that were almost babbled in his sleep did not cause much trouble. In the room, a group of Confucian disciples quickly buried their attention in their books.