Spring and Autumn I Am King

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PS: The big chapter is one and two, and there will be two more tomorrow.

At the same time, Zhen Yi, Yang Hu, who became the focus of the dispute between Zhao's and Confucius, was lying on the ** couch bored. network..

A month ago, Yang Hu looked around when he first arrived here and came to the conclusion, "This is a comfortable prison."

The word jail is actually too demeaning to the residence Zhao Wuxi gave him. The living room is on the inside of the Zhenyi wall, which is hidden and can be constantly monitored by the soldiers on the tower. It is also hundreds of steps away from the nearest road. Because it is designated as a restricted area for military use, no one has the courage to come here on weekdays.

Inside, it’s spacious and airy, with a lot of decoration: the floor is covered with rough pile carpets, which can keep the temperature in winter, a soft couch with thick bedding, and a well-ventilated toilet with built-in incense to eliminate odors.

Although it was declared "dead" to the outside world, Yang Hu, who was Li Zong in Taodai, was still treated as a guest of the Zhao family. He could eat fish, meat, pasta and wine. The only pity is that for Yang Hu, who is tall and has crossed Lu Wei, this place is still too small, and the time spent exploring the room is not as long as he usually wears a deep coat.

And in order to prevent outsiders from snooping, the windows were basically sealed, and only one smoke exhaust skylight was open. So he couldn't see the sunrise and sunset, so he could only look up at the half-round pale crescent moon across Zhenyi from the skylight in the middle of the night.

"Be content." Yang Hu comforted himself in this way. He once heard someone say the words of the sage Lao Tzu: "There is no greater misfortune than dissatisfaction." When the tiger falls in Pingyang, don't expect too much.

Think of the situation he was in when he was imprisoned by the Marquis of Qi in Qi. That was the real prison: the straw on the floor was full of urine, and there were no windows, no couches, not even a urinal. He vaguely remembered that the wall was made of stone, and it felt cold to the touch. He could only rely on his sense of touch. There was no light in it, just like a blind man.

Compared with Qihou's harshness, Zhao's father and son have given him enough respect. Even after Zhao Wuxi suddenly attacked, saying that he contracted "typhoid fever", he and Zhao Yang asked Yanghu's opinion.

"If the Lu people knew that Yangzi was still alive, they would definitely not be willing to let it go. The Zhao family couldn't bear the charge of splitting Jin and Lu, so Yangzi could only be wronged!"

What can Yanghu do except bow his head? He was simply a follower of the trend, and he thought happily afterwards: If Zhao Wuxi wanted to put him to death. Why is it so troublesome to ask him to play dead again. Is it specially designed to provide a comfortable prison?

In the corner of the room stood a "chess" table. Yang Hu heard that it was something that Zhao Wuxi brought from Jin. It is said that he invented the chess piece. It is said that in Xinjiang, the disciples of the ministers of the Jin state have begun to carve with ivory and agate.

The general, the handsome, the slaughter, the archer, the chariot, the cavalry, the chess pieces are arranged on both sides of the Jinhe and Chu borders, which is quite in line with the current military struggle. Zhao Wuxie is this child. Is it the way to train and lead the army on this simple chessboard? Thinking that he lost to such an opponent, and now he has to look up to him, Yang Hu still has a lot of things he can't figure out.

But he lost the slightest temper.

He was locked in his room all day, and he could only judge the time by the interval between the servants delivering meals. The snow fell and stopped, stopped and fell, and half a month had passed.

Eat food every day. Yanghu has nothing to do. He circled the room, once, twice, three times. Then he sat down at the chess table and moved a "rider" aimlessly, and he is now a **** trapped on the chessboard. Let Zhao's father and son write.

When the past came, he pondered why he failed so badly, and sorted out what happened in the past two years over and over again. There was only one conclusion, and it was all Zhao Wuxi's fault.

I always think that those things that make me grit my teeth are not good, so I deduce the future again and again. He thought about the situation that Zhao's father and son were facing now, if he were to be interviewed again. How to make suggestions is the kind of suggestion that can be relied on by Zhao Qing, but will not provoke Zhao Xiaojunzi.

In short, he was ready.

But the days passed by, but the lord did not come, as if he had been forgotten.

As a result, Yang Hu's patience was rubbed as thin as paper.

When he was very bored, he also wanted to learn to play chess, but he had no opponents.

Finally, Yang Hu's eyes turned to Bamboo in the other corner of the room. He was not literate enough and was very impatient with reading. But in the next few days, he was as eager to learn as Yan Hui, Confucius' beloved disciple. The tall tiger man was wrapped in the quilt and curled up under the lamp to watch, until the sleepiness struck, his arms were sore, and the words became blurred.

This kind of days didn't last for a few days. When the old and new versions of "Sima Fa" were read to the point that the bamboo slices were separated, Yang Hu had nothing to read. Because the other bamboos in this room are completely boring, full of long and incomprehensible "Poems" and "Poems", as well as some scattered fragments of Zhou Li.

They are all things that Confucius respects like a heavenly thing, but Yanghu scoffs at.

Yang Hu learned that these bamboo and chessboard rooms were owned by a military officer named Wu Jing. Judging from his preferences, this is a man who is eager to learn but extremely boring, and Yang Hu is willing to exchange an interesting "Biography of Emperor Mu" at any cost.

His complaint was satisfied the next day. It should be early January. The snow and ice melted and the weather was getting warmer. Occasionally, birds chirping and cuckoos could be heard outside. A handsome young nobleman had moss on his clogs. Holding a roll of paper in his hand, he pushed the door and entered...

...

The person who came was Zhao Wuxi's most trusted subordinate recently, Kan Zhi, and Yang Hu's placement and transfer in Xilu was entirely his responsibility.

Yang Hu found out that January was gone, and this child smiled with a little joking, while he was holding a roll of paper in his hand, with a few large characters written on the first page.

"Si Kou heard that Yangzi wanted to read "The Legend of Mu Tianzi", so he sent me this handwritten paper..."

"Paper?"

Yang Hu was very surprised when he took it over. Compared with the cumbersome bamboo slips, the paper was made of dozens of high-quality mulberry paper glued together with fish glue. sound. The font of the content is small, and there are dots on it that are extremely friendly to people who are literate and hyphenated, such as Yanghu, to separate the sentences.

"This object is also newly made after the war. The black dots on it are called punctuation by Si Kou. Unlike bamboo slips where each piece only writes one sentence, the characters on the paper are smaller, and there must be punctuation between sentences in each column. Otherwise, only learned people can read it thoroughly. The military officers and assistant officers who have just learned the characters will stare blankly. Now it's just a simple dot, and it may become more complicated in the future." Kan Zhi explained.

"Good, this thing is very good." Yanghu had also heard of the dispute between bamboo slips and paper in the State of Lu last year, and now it seems that the replacement of bamboo scrolls made of paper is probably the general trend.

But he didn't have much interest in this legendary pastime, and threw it aside. The youth who looked directly at Guan Lu Hengtong across from him.

"I left me here for more than a month, and I don't care about it. How about a few words with me today? I used to dominate the country of Lu in the past, but now I have ended up like this. Do you think I am extremely ridiculous?"

That's right, Kan Zhi is very self-sufficient. He has seen Yang Hu's indomitable life since he was a teenager. When Yang Hu Zhengwei passed by Kanyi a few years ago, he dismissed Kan Zhi, who was pulled out by his father and displayed as a "prodigy". It is called: "Any boy in the streets and alleys of Lucheng can outperform the idiot here."

Now Yang Hu has fallen into this situation, so after accepting the task of Zhao Wuxi sending him to settle Yang Hu. Although Kan Zhi did not dare to take revenge openly, he also had some playful thoughts.

He laughed and said, "You should think more about Yangzi. Your Excellency has already gone to join Zhao, and will be re-used in the future. How dare you do this?" Even so, the smile on the corner of his lips did not disappear.

"It's just that I heard that Yangzi is good at cultivating talents. I dare to ask. Do you think the boy is a talented person now?"

Yang Hu often boasted that he was good at "cultivating people", but all the talents he cultivated turned out to be the opposite. In addition to being sarcastic, Kan Zhi also wanted to say, basically, if you could see my talents clearly back then, I might be able to treat you more today. Be respectful.

Yang Hu naturally heard what he meant. Then he pretended to be ashamed and said: "When I was in the state of Lu, I cultivated three people, one of them was a Shaozheng, the other was a county slaughter, and finally he became the position of Xiao Zongbo (his news was delayed); In the city, he became a small Sikou all the way, ranking first among the doctors of Xilu. Even Sanhuan was a little bit afraid. When I was convicted in Lu, all three of them rose up against me, and they were young officials and rebelled in the court. With one blow, he listed my crimes; as Zongbo, he wished he could kill me in the temple; as a scolder, he went too far and chased me all the way to the place of the fifth father, but finally let the tiger return to the mountain..."

"From this point of view, I am too bad at cultivating people. Planting citrus pomelo tastes sweet and smells fragrant; planting citrus thorns will sting people when they grow up, so the world should take me as a warning, gentleman. Be careful when cultivating people."

He changed his words and asked with a smile, "I just don't know, is it the orange pomelo cultivated by Zhao Xiaosikou, or the citrus thorn?"

Kan Zhi was stunned: "What do you mean by this?"

Yang Hu said with a smile: "Since Zhao Xiaosikou can let you handle my affairs, maybe if you want to come, you must be the person he trusts the most, right?"

Without waiting for Kan Zhi's answer, Yang Hu said again: "But as far as I can see, you are still no match for Zhang Mengtan, who is ranked first. He is the mastermind of Zhao Xiaosi Kou, and he has been given the responsibility to rule the internal affairs of Shuyi on his own. In the major event of the confrontation between the two armies, he usually does not show the mountains and waters. In fact, which clever plan of Xiao Sikou did not have his participation? There is also the second Duanmuci. In this war, more than 10,000 Zhao soldiers spent money and food from him. One-handed delivery, and also persuaded Cao Guo to participate in the Zhao family who seemed to be defeated. It is both a planner and a pedestrian. I really don’t know how Zhao Xiaosikou found this kind of tyranny. As for you, you do the most on weekdays. The reason is to be the assistant official who is beside Zhao Xiaosikou, or to deal with some shameful things..."

"Shut up nonsense!"

The truth is the most stinging. Although Kan Zhi is talented, he is only 16 or 17 years old after all. He was stabbed in pain by the experienced Yang Hu, and he couldn't help being furious.

However, Yang Hu pressed down like a mountain: "Do you think you are really talented? I saw it through the first time I saw you a few years ago. You are smart but don't care about the overall situation, rashly and Zhao Qing and Zhao Xiao What's the difference between Si Kou Zhongyong's enmity and the way I angered doctors Qi, Wei, Song, and Lu Qing all over the place? Not only are you not introspective, but you still want to see my fun today, isn't it funny?"

"If you continue like this, I am afraid that in the end, you will be jointly suppressed by Duanmuci and other Confucian people. If you counterattack too much and do something that Zhao Xiaosikou hates, you will probably end up running away from the master and become a victim. Master can remove the thorns that he stepped on, how much better than me? Today's Yanghu matter is the date of your future!"

Kan Zhi was completely stunned by Yang Hu, with those unruly eyes and sharp words, this month he thought he would be down. It will be low-pitched, but no, this is still the man-devouring tiger that runs across the country of Lu, and no one can afford to provoke it!

After subduing this arrogant junior, Yang Hu adjusted his clothes and asked indifferently: "I'm here today, I'm afraid it's not just to see me and see jokes. Zhao Xiaosi Kou locked me up for a month, but now I'm here. Have something to say to me?"

Kan Zhi's expression softened. His attitude became much more respectful. He cupped his hands and said: "Without him, in a few days, Yangzi will be able to go to Jin with the Central Military Officer, fame and fortune are in sight. But Yangzi wants to become a retainer of the Zhao clan, First of all, you must change your name, change your name, and cover your face, this is Si Kou's request!"

...

"Genghis Khan. Changed name, masked?"

Yanghu smiled bitterly.

His temper has been almost worn down by this month's "isolation". Before Kan Zhi's words were changed, it would definitely make him furious.

The gentleman of the Zhao family was right, he was with the Marquis of Lu and Sanhuan. Even the now-popular great uncle Confucius became so deeply attached that Yang Hu did not die, and Zhao Clan and Lu State would no longer be able to get along.

Therefore, Yang Hu must disappear from the eyes of everyone. He can only be a veiled person, abandoning the shadow of his old name and living under the protection of Zhao's father and son.

"Never mind. It's my life."

Just like lingering in the snow and resolutely betraying Qi, he made a decision.

Yang Hu suddenly turned around, and when he turned around again, there was an extra copper knife in his hand that he used to cut meat for food on weekdays!

...

"Why do I think that what Yang Hu said makes sense?"

Kan Zhi's little heart was thumping from Yang Hu's spray, and there was a cold sweat on his forehead. After finally calming down, he reluctantly said Zhao Wuxi's request, and then began to think about Yanghu's words.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Yang Hu grinning at him, his canine teeth were white, his gums were bloody, and there was a shiny bronze razor in his hand.

"Wusima!"

Kan Zhi was shocked and staggered back, thinking that Yang Hu was going to kill him, and was about to call Wu Jing, who was standing beside him, to come to the rescue, but saw Yang Hu pull out the copper knife and slashed a few times vertically and horizontally on his face. .

The sharp sword edge slashed, pierced the face, smashed the skin, and left deep grooves. Bright red blood dripped into Yanghu's mouth, and finally soaked through his thick black beard.

"What happened!?" When Wu Jing arrived with his soldiers, he saw such a scene: Kan Zhi fell back on the ground, staring at Yang Hu in astonishment, and Yang Hu, is this still Yang Hu? His face was already **** and unrecognizable.

Self-destruction?

Kan Zhi's reaction was fairly quick, he even said that it was a misunderstanding, and asked Wu Jing to find the medical officer, medicine, linen and other items, and then asked in surprise: "Yangzi, Si Kou just wants you to cover your face, you, you What's the trouble?"

Yang Hu was ruthless to others, but also to himself. The flesh on his face was turned out, bloody, and it was terrifying. Although Kan Zhi had experienced the battlefield in person, he had never killed anyone. He felt unbearable pain just by looking at it. The bit of drama and contempt for Yang Hu was completely gone, only admiration and fear remained.

Yang Hu slowly slashed the blood with a copper razor, and even shaved off the thick black beard that he usually protected carefully, so he seemed to have changed his personality, but his tone was calm, and he seemed to disagree.

"Many people in Jin have seen me too~www.wuxiahere.com~ I am tall, and I can tell by guessing what's wrong. Masking is not safe, it is better to destroy my appearance, and then swallow charcoal to change my voice, anyway, Yanghu is already a A dog who has lost his family can only serve the Zhao family with all his heart, not seeking benefits, but only to make great achievements in the world, what's the use of keeping this look?"

Yang Hu let the doctor stick honey on his face to stop the bleeding, and wrapped it in a bandage.

"Since Zhao Xiaosikou wants me to change my name to Yi's, my name is very famous, can he think about it for me?"

"Si Kou said that if Yangzi can't think of a suitable harmony, it is better to call himself Mr. Wuyou from the seaside."

Yang Hu was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Nothing, nothing, nothing... good! From now on, Yang Hu is dead, and there is no such person in the world!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome Come to vote for recommendation votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)

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