Chapter 437: It’s either separation in life or separation in death!
Han Xin laughed and didn't take it seriously.
"My teacher Wei Liao once said that Tan Lang is a sinister and passionate person, the only one in the world.
"I think I am quite loyal, which is totally different from Tan Lang's character. Besides, I am just a commoner, how can I bear Tan Lang's fate? Brother, please stop joking."
That’s because you not only have the Tan Lang fate, but also the Qi Sha fate.
Zhao Gongming picked up the wine bowl and took a sip of wine. The wine went down his throat and smashed into the lake of his heart, suppressing the rising waves.
Tan Lang is a treacherous and deceitful person. He is greedy and impulsive, likes speculation and change, has difficulty in self-control, and is easily seduced by beauty.
Qi Sha is the thief who disturbs the world. He is in charge of killing, life and death, impatient and moody, calm and steady, and has excellent command ability.
Although it is rare for a person to have two fates, it is not uncommon. However, Zhao Gongming has never heard of having both the fates of Tan Lang and Qi Sha, let alone seeing them.
When he saw Han Xin on the bank of the Huai River, he thought he had seen him wrong because he was not well-trained. He would rather doubt himself than believe that the person in front of him was a real person.
"The name Wei Liao sounds familiar. Is your master the owner of this house?"
When mentioning his teacher, Han Xin put down his wine bowl and looked serious.
"Exactly."
The dark-faced man showed a look of reminiscence.
"I am indeed lucky. I came out of Mount Zhongnan and met Your Majesty at Mount Hua, and then headed east. If I stayed in the city, all the families would be the richest, but none of them could compare to your master's.
"No wonder all your clothes are valuable. If I had given any one of them to you back then, it would have been enough for you to eat for a year, and you would never have fainted from hunger by the river.
"If it weren't for the old woman feeding me once a day, there would be one more dead soul on the banks of the Huai River, and you and I wouldn't be brothers."
Zhao Gongming's remarks were intended to remind Han Xin that although he is rich today, he should not forget that when he was poor and down and out, he survived by relying on that old woman who herself was not rich.
The dark-faced man had heard and seen too many cases of poor people suddenly becoming troublesome when they become rich, and he didn't want Han Xin to become such a person.
With the twin fates of Tan Lang and Qi Sha, if Han Xin were to cause trouble, it would be a catastrophe for the people...
Zhao Gongming lowered his eyelids, trying not to let worry and fear escape from the window of his soul.
Originally, the black-faced man should have said this directly, but after hanging out with Ying Chengjiao for several months, he had changed quietly and learned to speak tactfully.
Life in this world is constantly changing because of the people, things and events we come into contact with.
Han Xin was stunned for a moment.
He studied military tactics with Wei Liao, who was good at strategy. Although other students of military tactics would find it difficult to immediately understand the allusions made by his brother, he could instantly understand what his brother was trying to say.
My brother used to be straightforward and generous, so he would never speak like this. I don't know what happened to my brother, but it seems that Xin is not the only one who has had a story in recent years...
"How dare I forget my stepmother? She always says hello every day. Today I went out to look for my brother, but I left early. My stepmother hasn't gotten up yet. I will take my brother to see her later."
Han Xin pretended not to hear and just followed his brother's words, but he had already responded both explicitly and implicitly.
"Good, great good."
Zhao Gongming's face was full of smiles. He was a filial and grateful person, so he couldn't be that bad.
"I don't know if your brother and sister-in-law are in Nanchang or Kuaiji. If it's the latter, Gongming can visit them as well."
Han Xin ate and drank without responding.
Zhao Gongming's heart sank slightly. This kid still hates...
The brother and sister-in-law that Zhao Gongming was talking about were not Han Xin's biological brother and sister-in-law. Like Zhao Gongming, they were both adopted.
When Han Xin was still a teenager, he was poor and wandered around the market every day with a sword on his back. He was idle and hated by everyone.
After getting to know Nanchang Tingtingchang, he regarded him as his elder brother and lived and ate at his house for several months.
The little brat ate his father to death. As a teenager, Han Xin had a huge appetite. It was not difficult for the Nanchang Pavilion Chief to bear the burden, but it was true that his quality of life was seriously affected.
In addition, Han Xin had a bad attitude and had been a gangster without any intention of changing. Xijun, the head of Nanchang Pavilion, did not see any hope in her husband's sworn brother and was disgusted with him.
One day, the head of the pavilion went out on business. She cooked a meal early in the morning and ate it in bed.
When it was time for dinner, Han Xin, who had been wandering outside, came back. His sister-in-law said that there would be no food for him today, as those who do not work have no food to eat.
Han Xin was furious and left in anger.
Three days later, he fainted from hunger on the bank of the Huai River and was rescued by an old woman who was washing clothes.
Two days later, he met Zhao Gongming, and was taught martial arts.
Han Xin suddenly smiled, his upper and lower teeth were snow-white.
"Brother, do you think Xin is still stuck in a rut?"
Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up, and then he stood up, grabbed Han Xin's clothes across the table, and said in feigned anger:
"How dare you play tricks on me! Tell me the truth!"
Han Xin smiled and said:
“Xin saw that his brother was worried, so he teased him a little.
"What is there to say? Didn't my brother make it clear in his early years? Xin was so grateful for the meal that he swore to repay it with his life. I have lived with my brother and sister-in-law for several months, and they have given me thousands of meals. I cannot repay them even if I die.
"Resentment, hatred, and resentment are all not human affairs.
"After my brother left, I returned home and helped him catch thieves and robbers, doing whatever I could. My sister-in-law never looked at me coldly again, and she only worried about whether I had enough to eat.
"Now that the Qin State has unified the world, my elder brother, the head of Nanchang, has long since disappeared. He is also in Kuaiji County, and is a neighbor of Xinhe and my mother."
Zhao Gongming loosened his palm and a sincere smile appeared on his dark face.
"Take me to see you. If that's the case, not only will I not beat you, I will also teach you the art of reading qi that you always wanted but couldn't get."
Han Xin didn't care about his disheveled collar and said sincerely:
“If my brother had taught Xin martial arts, supported him, and taught him principles, even if Xin had survived to this day by chance, he would still be a muddle-headed and ignorant person.
"Now that Xin has grown up, if you have something on your mind, you can talk to Xin."
Zhao Gongming just opened his mouth, wanting to say that he had no worries.
Before he could finish his words, Han Xin stretched out his hand and pressed down.
"If my brother doesn't want to talk, then don't talk. But don't deceive yourself. If you want my brother to change his temperament, you have to be very careful when talking to him and test him many times. It's nothing, it's up to you whether you believe me or not."
As he spoke, Han Xin took out a large bamboo slip from his bag.
This bamboo slip is rolled up and is about one foot high when placed on the table. If it were filled with words, the content would definitely be quite large, probably several thousand words.
Han Xin pushed the bamboo slips in front of Zhao Gongming.
"This is the 'Tai Gong Military Strategy'. Inside is the method of divination by burning tortoise shells, which tells you the way to win or lose before the battle. It was given to me by my uncle-master.
"It says that in today's world, yin and yang, and gods and immortals all originated from the Yellow Emperor, and Taigong Wang is the one who has brought them together. Although this book is a military book, it should also be helpful to you, brother. This is my sincere wish, brother, please do not refuse.
"As for the art of looking at qi... I won't learn it. I am content with the mundane world, but I cannot become an immortal."
There were originally two schools of military strategists.
One school has Sun Wu as its founder.
One school regards Taigong Wang as the founder and Sun Wu as the person who developed and promoted it.
Later, when the Warring States Period broke out, every student of military strategy had to read "The Art of War", but "The Art of War by Taigong" only existed in legends and never appeared in the world.
People in the world used "The Art of War" all the time, and over time, the lineage of military strategists with Taigong Wang as the founder disappeared automatically.
The lost "Tai Gong Art of War" has now come to light. If the military students of the world knew about it, it would be an event no less important than the unification of the world.
Putting it in front of them, even famous generals like Li Mu and Wang Jian would not be able to resist the temptation and would be eager to open it and take a look.
Zhao Gongming did not touch it at this moment.
It’s not that Taigong’s Art of War is useless to him. On the contrary, knowing victory or defeat before fighting and taking advantage of the destiny of the world is obviously a profound way of yin and yang, which is of great benefit to him.
He didn't read it because he had more important things in his mind.
"My brother is already strong."
Zhao Gongming only said four words and then closed his eyes. There was no joy on his face, only sadness.
Han Xin, who was born under the fate of Tan Lang and Qi Sha, became a disciple of Wei Liao, a top military strategist of the time, and learned the "Tai Gong Military Strategy"...
When Zhuan Zhu was trying to assassinate King Liao, a comet hit the moon.
When Nie Zheng assassinated Han Kui, a white rainbow pierced the sun.
When Yaoli was trying to assassinate Qingji, a goshawk flew down from the palace.
Whenever something big happens, there will be signs from heaven.
If it wasn't for the chaos sweeping across the world, with Tan Lang and Qi Sha, who were born masters of the battlefield, why would they need such an improvement?
Zhao Gongming didn't know whether it was right or wrong to save Han Xin. He only knew that the chaotic world was getting closer and closer.
"Put it away. It is useless for me to see it."
Zhao Gongming said softly.
"How can it be useless? Brother, are you worried that I stole it? Before I met you, I met with my uncle and got his permission."
"Let's go and pay our respects to your brother, sister-in-law, and mother, and thank them for raising me."
Zhao Gongming glanced at the bamboo slips on the table, his eyes full of reluctance.
He looked away, sighed softly, stood up and left the house first.
He cultivated to be an immortal, but he entered the world out of pity for the common people, and gradually drifted away from the immortals. Now, even if he read the experience of Huangdi before his ascension, it would be useless.
On the fourth day when the First Emperor stayed in Kuaiji, Wang Jian, Marquis of Wucheng, arrived with his grandson Wang Li, who was able to run and jump.
Ying Zheng picked up little Wang Li and teased him, while Wang Jian followed beside him with a kind look in his eyes.
"I was just thinking of looking for you, why are you here first?"
"It's not the right thing for a king to meet his subjects."
"Before the attack on Chu, wasn't it me who went to see you? If I hadn't admitted my fault, you still wouldn't have led the army."
"…I was young then and didn't know the depth of things."
“It hasn’t been a few years.”
After talking about this, both of them were speechless. Only Wang Li was grinning foolishly and calling Wang Jian the First Emperor who had been taught by him for more than ten days.
Wang Li, who could not speak fluently, pronounced the three words "Qin Emperor" in a clear and loud voice, which made him look so adorable with his big eyes.
This made Ying Zheng laugh out loud, and he kept wiping Wang Li's saliva with his sleeve.
"You kid, do you also know that I am the First Emperor? Hahaha!"
The two of them had dinner together.
During the meal, little Wang Li did not leave. He sat in the Emperor's arms and drank his wet nurse's milk.
"What is this?"
Wang Jian stared at the bag-like thing in his grandson's hand. He didn't know why milk would come out as soon as his grandson touched the bag. It was quite strange.
"Cheng Jiao made these useless things.
"It's just a sheepskin bag with a few holes poked in the stopper. I said it was a milk bag, but he insisted on calling it a milk bottle."
Wang Jian laughed and looked at his grandson eating happily in the arms of the First Emperor, and thought to himself that what he said was still useful.
The nobles had wet nurses to feed them and did not need bottles.
And without a refrigerator to keep the milk fresh, the milk in the bottle cannot be kept for a day. To the nobles, it is true that it is useless, as this thing was originally intended for the common people.
In Ying Chengjiao's vision, when the reform was successful and the people had money in their hands, they could not afford a wet nurse but could afford cow's milk or goat's milk, and that was when the milk bottle came out.
Boil the sterilized milk and pour it into the bottle. Let the baby drink from the bottle by himself. This is a little better than feeding with a spoon.
After eating for a while, the First Emperor suddenly asked:
"What do you think of that boy? Can he be king?"
Wang Jian was so flustered that his chopsticks fell to the ground. He apologized and bent down to pick them up.
"What are you doing picking it up?"
The First Emperor looked impatient.
"You've been pretending for your whole life, aren't you tired? You've been pretending since the invasion of Chu. Do you, Wang Jian, suspect me so much?"
The Qin God of War looked embarrassed and felt a little ashamed.
Your Majesty, how can you say something that is tacitly known?
"A general should be straightforward and speak his mind. Everyone is acting with me, no one is telling the truth. Are they actors or generals?"
Speaking of telling the truth, the First Emperor thought of Meng Ao, who had passed away not long ago, broke into the palace in armor and dared to call him a birdman.
After a moment of silence, he waved his hand.
"Forget it, you don't have to say anything. I don't want to hear it. After this meal, you can leave. I won't go to your territory, so that you don't think too much. As long as you don't cause a rebellion, everything is up to you. I don't care."
Wang Jian was stunned.
It had only been a year since he left Xianyang, but he could hardly recognize the people around him.
"You are tired. Eat slowly."
Putting little Wang Li next to the table, the First Emperor put down his chopsticks and left the table.
Wang Jian picked up his grandson, looked at the bottle that was clearly a bag, and hurriedly chased after him.
The First Emperor did not bring any princes, princesses, or useless milk bottles with him on his eastern tour; they were clearly prepared for his grandson Wang Li!
The old general stopped before the First Emperor, looking ashamed, not knowing what to say.
The First Emperor had a blank expression on his face, but he stopped.
"Wang Jian, you are such a smart person, can't you hear that 'I'm tired' is an excuse? I don't want to see you, what are you doing here?"
Wang Jian raised his grandson.
"Li'er left His Majesty and cried non-stop."
The palm and fingers exerted force, and little Wang Li felt pain. He dropped the bottle on the ground, and started crying, twisting his little body hard to break free from the clutches of the devil.
Ying Zheng snatched it away, held it in his arms and rocked it slowly to comfort him. He saw that Wang Jian was secretly doing something, so he gave Wang Jian a glare.
"Are you worthy of being a great father?"
Wang Jian smiled awkwardly, bent his waist which was never lowered in his life, and led the First Emperor into the room.
The First Emperor was indifferent and apathetic when he heard this.
The veteran lowered his head.
"Jian is in the East China Sea, and Your Majesty is in Xianyang. This is the last time Jian and Your Majesty will see each other. Your Majesty, please do not argue with Jian for this reason, okay?"
The First Emperor remained silent.
After this eastern tour, he might go on another tour, but he probably won’t come to the East China Sea.
Half a month had passed since the incident in Lanling County, and there was still no rebellion or threat of rebellion, so he was executed so quickly. This showed that Qi was very stable and did not need him to suppress it again.
Those who fought with him to conquer the world gradually passed away.
It’s either separation in life or separation in death.
