Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

Yan Lu's words made Zhang Liang realize.For this, Xunzi felt relieved and gave him a bamboo stick with a place name attached to it.

That is the residence of Mr. Huangshi.

"Han Fei sent me a letter before his death, saying that if you come to Zhuyuan someday, I will give you this."

After Zhang Liang took it, he went immediately.

Before leaving, he looked at Ximen Yan who had been silently following behind him for several months, and said: "Brother Yan, Zifang is awake now, so you don't have to worry about it anymore. You have a family, so you can't go out for a long time, go back and be with your wife." Come on."

Ximen Yan lowered his head for a while, and said, "They're gone."

Zhang Liang was taken aback, and asked where he had gone.Ximen was disgusted and confessed that Ximenxiang was not his wife, and she had been lying to him all these years.A storyteller can tell a story for three days and three nights, and he ends it in a few sentences.However, it is worth mentioning that the man who had been silent for so many years finally took the courage to speak out.

Zhang Liang's astonishment was fleeting, and knowing what he meant, he smiled slightly, raised his hand and smoothed Shun Taxue's mane, and said calmly: "Brother I hate you, don't say that again, I can't hold it in my heart."

The boy is no longer a boy, and the weight in his heart is a lot heavier. He is no longer a frivolous person, but a country.

After speaking, the flying horse raised his robe, hurriedly whipped, and rushed towards Xiapi.

Simon looked at that back view in disgust, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his heart.He still couldn't help leaving, and followed up as usual without being noticed.

When Xun Kuang said goodbye to Zhang Liang, he did not say more than five sentences, but it also helped him out of the abyss.Zhang Liang traveled quickly with one man and one horse, so there is a good story in history about Zhang Liang picking up his shoes.As a result, he got a book that benefited him all his life - "The Taigong Art of War".

He devoted himself to study, and combined with the volume written by Han Fei during his lifetime, he benefited a lot.

Spring and Autumn alternated two cycles, and the foundation of the Great Qin Empire established by Yingzheng began to shake, and public grievances arose everywhere.Zhang Liang smelled the time to get out of the sheath, so he no longer hesitated, and Jian Jian packed his bags.

Before leaving, he went to Muliang Mountain.

"Brother Han, I picked a branch of pear blossoms today, and it blooms well, so I'm here to show you."

He looked at one of the tombs with soft eyes.

Han Fei's tomb is next to the thatched hut they used to live in, where a pear tree on the top of the hill can just be seen.It was planted by Zhang Liang back then, and it is now flourishing.

"It took me so long to understand what you said to me that day. Your dream of attaching great importance to the country failed to come true. Zi Fang made an agreement with you, and then you will make it come true."

"So, I'm going down the mountain. I won't be able to accompany you every day in the future, but with this pear blossom, you should not be lonely."

He was determined to go, and the purple-blue headband in his hair traced an elegant trace in the air, unrestrained and unrestrained.

At that time, he was catching up with the sensation of burning books and burying Confucianism.

The top of Xianyang City was illuminated by the flames, and all the Confucian scholars who committed crimes were put in shackles and driven into mass graves.A group of people stood up, wailing loudly.

Yingzheng has an order that those who talk about "Poems" and "Books" will be executed, and those who worship the past but not the present will be exterminated.

There were hundreds of offenders, including Xun Kuang and Yan Lu.Under Li Si's suggestion, Xun Kuang could be safe, but the old man was high-spirited and claimed that he was tired of watching the world.Sitting alone at the table and reading a book, he never got up again.When the boy went to ask him to eat, the body was already stiff.

When Zhang Liang rushed to go, Yan Lu was also on the edge of the pit. He was highly respected in Confucianism and had received many favors from Ying Zheng before, so he had no shackles.

What Yingzheng meant was to confine him to a house, and he was not allowed to step out of the door for life, and he was not allowed to write books and chant, so he was let go.

But he was very relieved and said: "As early as 20 years ago, I should have died in this way."

Black smoke filled the air, and people's figures became distorted behind the flames. The bamboo slips were turned into ashes in the raging flames, and the cultural crystallization accumulated for hundreds of years was wiped out overnight.

After this move, coupled with heavy labor, Yingzheng completely lost the hearts of the people and was in turmoil everywhere. In addition, the Huns in the north invaded the country, and the road to immortality was fruitless.

Afterwards, Qin II's Hu Hai succeeded to the throne, and the eunuch Zhao Gao came to power, and Qin's nightmare officially kicked off.

Not long after, Chen Sheng and Wu Guang revolted in Daze Township, and heroes from all walks of life rose up and formed an army to defeat Qin.Zhang Liang heard the wind and recommended himself.

However, he met an unexpected person——Han Cheng.

He thought that Han Cheng had been executed together with Han Wangan.

Zhang Liang has always had a heart of loyalty to South Korea, so even if there are heroes from all walks of life who have more troops than Han Cheng, he can't help but assist him.

"Zifang, seeing you always gives me the illusion that Korea has not yet perished."

At that time, the Qin army had just been formed, and the princes each led their troops. The battle was very tight, and the Qin army was brave and good at fighting.But under Zhang Liang's strategy, Han Cheng won the battle from the very beginning.

Zhang Liang raised his head from the military book, "How do you say that?"

"In Xinzheng back then, you and Lao Jiu were also like this. Even if you were at a disadvantage, you could turn the situation around."

These words made people's memory suddenly drift to the distance, that Xinzheng who was full of his beautiful youth, and that brother Han who witnessed his youthful flawlessness, are all buried deep in his heart.

Who doesn't have a high-spirited time?

When he was young, he scolded Fang Qiu and was full of ambition. When he was old, he had to think about how to realize it down-to-earth.

"My lord was also a man of the hour in Xinzheng back then."

Since assisting Han Cheng, he doesn't call him "His Royal Highness" but "Master".

Han Cheng compared the past and today, with sad eyes, said: "Qiancheng went... When Xinzheng fell, Qiancheng blocked an arrow for me, and then went."

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, and advised him to mourn.

"He glanced at me before he left, and when he saw that I was fine, he closed his eyes with peace of mind. This child is always so thoughtless and only thinks about me. Once he said that he would not marry a wife in his life, and just follow me would be enough. I scolded him for a while, but he never mentioned it again. He has always been obedient, and he remembered everything I said, but I was very vague about what he said. Up to now, this sentence is the only one that impresses me the most. "

Qiancheng is Han Cheng's foster son, nine years apart in age, but separated by a generation.He followed Han Cheng in order to repay his kindness, until the moment he died, he turned all his life's concerns and feelings into the last glance, and passed them on to Han Cheng.

"The dead are gone, my lord, don't be too sad."

Zhang Liang suddenly felt that he was somewhat similar to Han Cheng.

Resentment flashed across Han Cheng's eyes, and he said, "So, Qin will not perish, and I will not die in peace."

Zhang Liang saw that he was really lonely, just like when he first came to Sanghai and couldn't get over his knots, he cupped his hands to comfort him, saying: "Liangding will do his best to help the Lord."

Han Cheng raised his eyelids and said, "Following me is not a long-term solution after all."

Zhang Liang was stunned, "Why?"

After all, Han Cheng is a turbulent figure in the Han Palace, and the situation that should be seen clearly is still clear, "It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and it's hard to line up without soldiers. Ovary, although we have won these few battles, we are all A narrow victory. If the Qin army really has more troops, how can we have a chance of winning? I have no more than [-] soldiers in my hand now, and Xiang Yu and Liu Bang have [-] to [-] in hand. If we really want to fight against Tyranny, we have thousands of people Soldiers and horses are nothing more than mantises and carts, and they must be the ones who really rely on them."

"After all, my lord still doesn't trust Liang."

Han Cheng coughed violently a few times, and the handkerchief was immediately stained with blood, "I don't believe myself... Ovary, I'm seriously ill and I won't live long."

Zhang Liang was shocked, Han Cheng didn't mention a word before, and even the servant who was serving him didn't notice.

"Ovary, don't talk, just listen to me."

Han Cheng took a breath, sat upright leaning against the table, his eyes looked gloomy in the light, "You are a capable person, assisting me will definitely bury you. If this continues, even if I die, I won't be able to see you." On the day when the Tyrant Qin perishes. At that time, I went underground. What will you do? If I have few soldiers, the army will naturally be swallowed up by others; So the fastest way is to find someone who appreciates you and has talent."

Zhang Liang was stunned, and asked, "What does the lord mean?"

"I read among the heroes of the road. Although Xiang Yu is brave, he is not deep in the city and is easy to be impulsive. This man can fight for a piece of the world on horseback, but it is difficult to defend it. In comparison, only Liu Bang has what an emperor should have. Scheming, and the opposite of Xiang Yu, I mean, you understand. More importantly, he especially appreciates you."

"You're talking about Liu Bang, the Duke of Pei?" Zhang Liang had heard about it before, but he didn't understand it very well.

Han Cheng nodded, "He wants you with 5000 troops." After a pause, he added, "I've already agreed."

Now that the war is going on, although there are hundreds of thousands in the Qin army, there are not many distributed among the princes, so 5000 is not a small number.

What Han Cheng thinks now is to see the Qin State perish as soon as possible, even if he didn't overthrow it himself, it doesn't matter.As long as he sees this day in his lifetime, he will be satisfied.

Zhang Liang was actually a little angry. He wanted to assist Han Cheng well. When the time came to overthrow the Tyrant Qin and restore Korea, it would be a shameful feat.

"What if I don't go?"

Han Cheng's gloomy face flickered in the beating candlelight, and his voice was low, "Then collect the body for me tomorrow."

Zhang Liang froze for a while holding the military book, fixedly looking at the man who had nothing to worry about, and asked, "Now do you want to go underground to find Qian Cheng, or to overthrow Tyranny?"

Han Cheng was trapped in the shadows, moved, and said: "Push Qin Qin first, and then go underground to find him."

"You don't want to return to the country?"

"The Han family... has no descendants..."

When the wick burned out, the weak flame suddenly went out, and the tent was pitch black.

The two sat opposite each other, relatively silent.

Zhang Liang stared at Han Cheng's blurred silhouette in the darkness, not knowing how to persuade him.He suddenly felt how great it was to tell him out of the abyss with his words that day.Modesty gentleman, the power is contained in the body, unassuming.

In fact, the source of Han Cheng's depression, loneliness and unwillingness is all regret.It's a pity that I didn't cherish it when I was alive, and it's a pity that I can only miss it in the beautiful years.

Zhang Liang didn't say anything else, and got up slowly, leaving a sound of cloth rubbing, and opened the canvas tent door.

In the cold wind late at night, Liu Bang was waiting outside the door.

The author has something to say:

Because I went to the post bar, there are more collections in the past two days, and a little more attention, and my mood has become less spicy