a long song

One.

Han Xin met Zhang Liang for the first time on a gloomy afternoon.

At that time, he was still a halberd-handling doctor in front of Xiang Liang's account. He had proposed several strategies with Xiang Liang before, but they were never adopted.That day, he was standing in front of the account as before, when he saw a man riding a horse from a distance from the camp.

The person who came was riding a black horse, wearing a gray robe, dressed as a simple Confucian scholar.He got off the horse and handed the reins to the handyman who came to lead the horse, with a smile on his face and good manners in his actions.

Before Qin, he didn't know which country he was from.

Thinking like this, Han Xin suppressed the little bit of unspeakable jealousy in his heart.

The visitor walked a few steps in the direction of the tent, stopped in front of him, and said with a smile in a clear voice: "I also ask this brother to inform Mr. Wu Xin, saying that Zhang Liang has something to see."

Zhang Liang?It was Zhang Liang!But that famous Zhang Zifang?

Han Xin stared at him with wide eyes, unbelievable.The person opposite was not in a hurry, but was full of smiles, looking at him with a pair of hazel eyes, sparkling in his eyes.

He paused, turned around and went into the account.

two.

"Zhang Liang." After hearing this, Xiang Liang murmured and repeated, pondered for a moment, and said, "Tell him to come in."

The man holding the halberd responded with a cry, turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Lord Wu Xin again.

Xiang Liang said: "Ask someone to prepare a table of good wine and food for me immediately."

When Zhang Liang lifted the curtain and entered, although Xiang Liang had already reminded himself in his heart, he couldn't help being secretly amazed at that moment.

His thin body was covered by a gray robe, and a few strands of black hair falling from his temples set off his pale face. When his warm eyes were half covered by the curtain, he looked over with a smile.

It is directly facing the line of sight of Shang Xiangliang.

Xiang Liang didn't dare to look at him for some reason, and the leader of Zhu Qin who was holding a heavy soldier in his hand moved his eyes away in a panic at that moment.I thought for a moment, this is the Zhang Zifang who Bo Langsha assassinated Qin thief ten years ago, and he is not a few years younger than me, how can he look so young!For a while, I thought again, Weidao heard people say that he looks different in the past, that he is a sick child with a male body and a female appearance.I didn't care at the time, but the real clinker was so beautiful!

Zhang Liang cupped his hands and said, "Zhang Liang pays respects to Lord Wu Xin."

Hearing this voice, Xiang Liang woke up like a dream, and realized that he had lost his composure. Although he was a little embarrassed, he adjusted his appearance in time, raised his eyes and said, "Mr. Zhang, please sit down."

When the food and wine were served, Zhang Liang frowned slightly.

What a shrewd person Xiang Liang was, and he seemed to care about the person in front of him, so he caught it immediately. Seeing that his face was pale, his lips were pale, and he thought he was sick, he asked, "Mr. Zhang can't drink alcohol?"

Zhang Liang smiled and said: "Although Liang is not greedy for drinking, he can still drink. It's just that Liang came here to ask Wu Xinjun for something important, and he was afraid that drinking would mess things up." His voice was neither high nor low, unhurried, with Comfortable smile.Therefore, although it is a matter of business, it does not make others bored.

Xiang Liang became interested and asked, "I wonder if Mr. Zhang has anything to discuss with me?"

Zhang Liang said with a smile: "Since Chen Sheng's failure in raising troops, Wu Xinjun is the aspiration of the people to punish Qin. Wu Xinjun understands the righteousness, does not take credit, and follows the people's will to establish Chu, and it is even more popular. The persecution goes far beyond Chu, and the descendants of the other five countries still have no country to rely on under the tyranny of Qin, and the people are sad and indignant, and they urgently need Lord Wu Xin to lend a helping hand."

The corner of Xiang Liang's mouth raised: "Oh? How do you say that?"

Zhang Liang was not in a hurry, he just smiled and reached out to fill Xiang Liang with wine.His hands were not big, with slender joints, and against the old and dark flagon, the hands looked as white as jade, making Xiang Liang unable to move his eyes away.

Zhang Liang said with a smile: "A while ago, I saw Han Zhugong's son Hengyang Lord Han Cheng. Although he is young, he is also very wise, and he values ​​love and righteousness. Why don't Lord Wu Xin support him and make him king? I want to come to Hengyang The king and the descendants of South Korea will be grateful to Wu Xinjun and willing to serve Wu Xinjun life and death. Other countries can also support. It is such a good thing to realize it as soon as possible, why would Lord Wu Xin not do it?"

Xiang Liang smiled, drank the glass of wine, and said: "As expected of Zhang Zifang. This is a good idea, but I can't be the master of such a big matter as the establishment of a country. I have to discuss it with Your Majesty."

Although Xiang Liang didn't make a clear statement, Zhang Liang already knew that his matter had been accomplished, so he reached out to fill Xiang Liang's wine again, and said with a smile: "In this case, I will have to worry about Wu Xinjun."

Seeing his actions, Xiang Liang couldn't help laughing. He grabbed Zhang Liang's hand that was holding on to the jug, and said, "Ovary is not kind, why don't you just pour wine for me, but don't drink it yourself?"

The corners of Zhang Liang's mouth curled up, but his brows frowned slightly, and he said, "Liang is not in good health, and he is not as powerful as Wu Xinjun. Only by letting Wu Xinjun drink a few cups first, can Liang accompany Wu Xinjun until the end. Why, Wu Xinjun Don't you want to get drunk with Liang Yi?"

Xiang Liang laughed loudly: "It's a good time to get drunk! It's fine, we won't go home if we don't get drunk tonight!"

The cups collided, and the toasts staggered.When the wine was hot, Xiang Liang was a little drunk, and said with a teasing smile to Zhang Liang: "Zifang, I doubt whether you...whether you stabbed a Qin thief or not, it is still rumored by the world. She looks like a girl, with the same temper...gentle and gentle, how can she do...do such a deadly thing. But if you are really a girl, I...I have already tried every means to marry you and let you I have had several sons."

Zhang Liang seemed to be used to being teased about his appearance, so he wasn't angry, and said with a good-natured smile, "Mr. Wu Xin is drunk." As he spoke, he wanted to call someone to bring him hangover soup.

Xiang Liang held his hand to prevent him from leaving, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you leaving? Why do you still call me Wu Xinjun? You see, I already call you Ovary, and you change your name too, Wu Xinjun, Wu Xinjun, call me How unfamiliar."

Zhang Liang let him hold his hand, freed his other hand to pour wine for him, and asked with a smile: "Then what does Wu Xinjun want Liang to call?"

Xiang Liang said without hesitation, "Brother Xiang."

Zhang Liang said: "Brother Xiang."

Xiang Liang's already drunk head became even more drunk when he heard the clear and clear voice. He drank the wine in the glass with satisfaction and was about to continue talking.Seeing Zhang Liang pour another glass of wine for him, he said to him with a smile: "Brother Xiang is a good drinker, why don't you drink a few more glasses. Brother Xiang himself said that if you don't get drunk, you won't go home."

The last four words were whispered in a low voice, whispering in the ear of Xiang Liang who was already a little unconscious, bewitching him to drink several more cups in a row, and finally fell heavily on the desk and fell asleep for a long time.

Zhang Liang withdrew his hand, and the secret passage finally came to an end.Fortunately, he was drinking on the couch, so Zhang Liang only had to straighten Xiang Liang's body and cover him with a quilt before leaving the camp.

The breath outside the account was fresh, which also woke up Zhang Liang's alcohol smell.He cheered up a little, and saw an old man with white beard and hair walking on crutches.

Zhang Liang cupped his hands and saluted: "Mr. Fan."

Fan Zeng's sharp eyes flicked over the young man.I only saw Zhang Liang, but not Xiang Liang.Look at this weak body, but he can beat Wu Xinjun when it comes to drinking. It's definitely not about his drinking capacity.

Zhang Liang felt the gaze on his body become hot all of a sudden.He understood that this was not a good thing, but he didn't panic, he just cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Fan, Wu Xinjun got drunk in the tent, and I helped him to sleep. I hope Mr. Fan will remember to give Wu Xinjun a bowl of hangover soup, Otherwise, Wu Xinjun will have a headache when he wakes up tomorrow morning."

"Thank you Mr. Zhang for your kindness." Fan Zeng said, with a glance outside, "Han Xin, take Mr. Zhang Liang back."

The halberd bearer stood up.

Zhang Liang didn't say much, and after saying "Farewell", he followed the guards, leaving Fan Zeng standing alone in the shadows in front of the tent.

three.

Zhang Liang also drank a lot of wine just now, although he was sober, he was still somewhat overwhelmed.He didn't get on the horse, and let the guard lead the horse and walk back slowly with him.

Looking up, the night is dark and the stars are shining.

The sound of "da da" horseshoes came from far to near, and one person came wearing a strong and persistent man, with a starlight all over his body.After a long distance behind him, he saw the formation of elite soldiers.

The man on the tall horse stopped immediately when he saw Zhang Liang and the two, and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

No matter how bright the starlight is, it can't clearly illuminate the human face.As soon as the man asked a question, seven or eight elite soldiers surrounded them with torches.When the fire light came on, the man was startled for a moment, and then asked in a rough voice, "Han Xin, who is this?"

The man holding the halberd clasped his hands and said, "General, this is Mr. Zhang Liang."

The man turned his face, took a few steps closer to the horse, and under the light of the fire, his double pupils were fully revealed: "You are the Zhang Zifang who assassinated the Qin thief by Bo Langsha?! Why do you look... so delicate, you are really human You can't tell what it looks like."

Zhang Liang, who has not spoken since just now, said with a smile: "The ancients can't be trusted. From the bottom of my eyes, General Xiang is tall and mighty, unstoppable. General Xiang is indeed a young hero with outstanding martial arts. Now that the general is back in the camp, he is even more powerful than before. It must be Xiang Xiang." In the battle of the city, the general has easily won it."

Xiang Yu laughed loudly: "There are still Confucian scholars with interesting words like you in this world! I have never met you, but you can recognize me at a glance! What is Xiangcheng? Those old, weak, sick and disabled are disobedient. It's a clever trick, after breaking the city, I will kill them all, and let's see who refuses to accept me from now on!"

The man holding the halberd took a deep breath, his body moved slightly, and he was about to say something, but he heard Zhang Liang laughing in front of him: "The general is mighty, really unstoppable. There is no other person in the world with this kind of demeanor. That's how he recognized the general at a glance."

Xiang Yu was happy physically and mentally, and felt that the woman-like man in front of him was really special, so he chatted with him a few more words: "Thank you Mr. Zhang for your compliment. Did Mr. Zhang come to look for my uncle? Why don't you go back on horseback? Walk on the ground?"

Zhang Liangdao: "Mr. Wu Xin has so much capacity, I can't handle drinking."

Xiang Yu laughed loudly when he heard the words: "You can't compete with my uncle for wine. Han Xin, please escort Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang, let's go first!"

The seven or eight elite soldiers who had surrounded them also retreated quickly, and the surroundings soon became dark again, and silence returned.

Xiang Yu entered the camp all the way to make money, and wanted to tell his uncle the good news of Xiangcheng, but when the clinker opened the curtain, he only saw his uncle sleeping soundly.

He asked Fan Zeng who was sitting beside him: "Father Ya, why did uncle go to bed so early today?"

When Fan Zeng saw him, his turbid eyes softened, but his tone was cold: "Hmph, let a sick man get drunk."

Ahead was Pei Gong's camp, and the bonfire was bright.

Zhang Liang turned around, ready to take the reins from the guard.

The halberd-handler of the clinker gripped the reins tightly, and looked at the person in front of him with burning eyes: "Mr. Zhang, why didn't you say anything when the general spoke just now?! I don't believe that you can ignore the lives of a whole city."

Zhang Liang turned his back to the bonfire and looked at him. Although he knew that he couldn't see his expression clearly, he still smiled habitually and said: "Han Xin, you are so young, Liang will remind you. Whether you can express some thoughts depends on Who is the person listening to you." Yuba patted his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Don't trust others so easily."

Then he turned around and left without hesitation, leaving Han Xin staring blankly at his thin back illuminated by the fire.

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