Chapter 503: If Wukong speaks nonsense, he will chop off his own head to make amends to his master!
Chen Yu and Zhang Er were somewhat worried.
The worry is not how to repeat what happened in Han in Zhao, but where to find a Chen Sheng from Zhao. It is not possible to find anyone with the potential to become king just by picking him up from the loess land.
Of course, this is not a big deal for the two of them.
The reputation of the two men had spread as early as ten years ago. They had friends throughout the seven countries, most of whom were outstanding people, so it was easy to find a trap among them.
But if they did so, wouldn't they be following in Chen Sheng's footsteps?
Chen Sheng killed the millet farmers who had worked as hired laborers with him, thus breaking his promise of "Don't forget me if I become rich and powerful" and losing trust with the world.
If they betray their friends and the news gets out, their reputation will be ruined and all their old friends will break off ties with them. Which good person would be willing to be friends with a villain who sells out his friends for personal gain?
Although it is for the sake of the country and the nation, personal honor should not be taken too seriously.
Others say that those who accomplish great things do not care about trivial matters. When the King of Wei comes to rule the world, countless people will flock to the front and spontaneously defend the two men.
But no matter what, this is ultimately an immoral and scandalous act, and both of them know it clearly.
They deceived Chen Sheng with their unparalleled strategy and used all means of deception in war.
To betray your friends is the behavior of a mean person, a cunning villain.
The carriages disguised as a caravan kept moving towards Zhao. In this cold winter, only the profit-seeking merchants were not afraid of the wind and snow and traveled around.
Inside the carriage that was deliberately made to be extremely ordinary, Chen Yu and Zhang Er drank hot soup, roasted by the brazier, and sighed.
The charcoal in the brazier was black at one end and red at the other. It burned without smoke, but the heat it emitted was enough to warm people. It was the best quality charcoal, added by King Bao of Wei.
Amid the sound of wheels rolling, inside the warm, windless and comfortable carriage, Zhang Er was fanning himself and smiling bitterly.
"Brother Chen, haven't you thought of a solution yet?"
Both of Chen Yu's arms were exposed, his sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders, and he was sweating all over from the heat.
He leaned his face towards the window of the carriage, greedily breathing in the cool breeze, and said with some regret:
"You and I should have stood firm in our convictions and not accepted this mission, leaving Chen Ping, a lowly man, to do this shameful thing."
Zhang Er pointed at the charcoal in the brazier with a fan.
"Now that things have come to this, what's the point of saying this? The charcoal in the Wei Palace is not as good as this. If you enjoy the emperor's grace, you must help him out of his difficulties, otherwise you will become a villain."
Chen Yu responded in silence and opened a corner of the curtain to let the cold wind in.
The cold wind made him feel very comfortable, but it couldn't blow away the depression in his heart.
How could he not understand what Zhang Er said? But everything is easier said than done.
After taking this step, it is not certain whether the State of Wei will prosper or not, but at least Chen Yu's reputation has been ruined and he will no longer be useful.
Chen Yu is now famous and is treated as a guest of honor wherever he goes.
The family also had a huge fortune that his wife brought from her mother's family, which was more than they could spend in their lifetime .
Chen Yu had all the fame and fortune that the world pursues.
Do I really want to ruin my whole life for a kid like Wei Bao?
When Zhang Er saw Chen Yu's expression, he thought something bad was going to happen and began to get anxious.
He and Chen Yu are too familiar with each other.
Everyone knows that their friendship is comparable to that of Lian Po and Lin Xiangru, and they are sworn brothers.
Chen Yu frowned, and Zhang Er knew what was bothering him.
If Chen Yu retreats, then wouldn't this matter fall on Zhang Er alone?
He is different from Chen Yu.
Although both of them were wise men of Wei State, Zhang Er was more closely tied to Wei State as he was once a retainer of Wei Wuji, Lord Xinling.
Restoring Wei was Wei Wuji's last wish, and it was Zhang Er who agreed to it in front of Wei Wuji's three thousand followers .
Chen Yu could back down, but if Zhang Er dared to lift the drumstick, he would be ruined and might even be killed.
The three thousand followers of Lord Xinling are a mixed bunch, and there are many brave and aggressive people, including many martial arts masters with great skills.
These martial arts masters are not capable of governing a country through literature or leading an army through martial arts, but they are good at assassinating people.
Even a figure like Ying Zheng, who called himself the First Emperor, could not guard against the assassin and was dragged off a cliff at Mount Tai and died together with him.
Zhang Er did not think that his defense could surpass that of the First Emperor, but he was certain that the followers of Lord Xinling were even more reckless than those who tried to assassinate the First Emperor.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like soybeans, and he didn't know whether it was because of the heat or fear.
He stopped waving the fan in his hand, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly.
"Goku!"
The curtain of the carriage rose, a cold wind blew in, and a young man followed into the carriage.
He had a dignified appearance and was wearing a coat made of tiger skin with a very eye-catching colorful pattern. He looked like someone who was not to be messed with.
The man in tiger clothes, who was about twenty years old and had a red face from the cold, grinned. His two rows of teeth were as white as snow, and they gleamed coldly in the sunlight that filtered through the white curtains.
"Master, you are looking for me."
Chen Yu, whose face was flushed with heat, let down his rolled-up sleeves and breathed a sigh of relief.
The cold wind brought in by the man in tiger clothes squeezed out a lot of hot air, making the hot carriage much cooler and turning it into warmer.
The man in tiger clothes greeted Chen Yu seriously, and Chen Yu nodded to him in a friendly manner.
Chen Yu was very familiar with the man in tiger clothes named Wukong. He was a disciple accepted by his good friend ten years ago.
The good friend trusted this disciple extremely, just like he trusted Chen Yu.
He would hide things from his best friends, his own son, and his wife, but he would never hide them from his disciple named Wukong. He would tell him any difficult things.
When Zhang Er saw Wukong, a smile appeared on his face involuntarily and he pointed at the brazier.
"No hurry, warm yourself up first."
Responding obediently, Wukong listened to his master's call, rubbed his hands, squatted beside the brazier to warm himself, and smiled innocently.
"Master, if you have any problem, just tell me and I will do the hard work for you."
"This is a big deal. I don't know if your cleverness can still be used."
With just a joke, Zhang Er told him everything about his hesitations and the situation in Wei State, hiding nothing.
Wukong listened carefully, and when his master finished speaking, he immediately started laughing.
Zhang Er pretended to be angry.
"Why is your disciple laughing? Is he laughing at his teacher?"
Wukong waved his hands and said "I dare not", but his smile did not fade.
Chen Yu also moved his gaze to Wukong and said with a smile:
"If you're not laughing at your master, then you're laughing at me, Chen Yu?"
Wukong quickly stopped laughing and explained seriously:
“Wukong has absolutely no such intention.
"I laughed because I thought of a plan that could help Uncle Zhang and Master solve their problems, so I was happy."
Zhang Er and Chen Yu looked at each other in bewilderment.
They traveled from Daliang to Shanyang in a panic, but they still couldn't come up with a solution. But Wukong figured it out after listening to it once? That's nonsense!
Both of them saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
Zhang Er looked ashamed.
Feeling that his disciple had boasted and thus made him lose face in front of his friends, he turned to face the bad disciple and said angrily:
"It seems that I have been too indulgent towards you and neglected to discipline you.
"Is this the place for you to joke? How can you not distinguish the importance of things? Get out!"
Wukong raised his head slightly, and two red lights flashed in his eyes, which were the reflections of the charcoal fire in the brazier.
"If Wukong speaks nonsense, I will chop off my own head to make amends to my master!"
