Chapter 190 respective preparations

"My young husband."

"grown ups."

When Tianxuan arrived outside his bedroom behind a grove of bamboos, several figures emerged and bowed to him.

One of them, wearing a dark red outfit, has a charming face and a cold temperament, she is the Yin-Yang School·Da Siming; the other one, with purple hair, a veil covering her face, has an ethereal temperament, she is the Yin-Yang School·Shao Siming. The elder and the younger Siming, one on the left and one on the right, stand on both sides of Tianxuan's door, like a pair of beautiful door gods.

The words 'little husband' came from the mouth of the Great God of Destiny.

The last person, dressed in black tights, had a gloomy temperament, a handsome face, and superb martial arts skills. His feet were standing on the slender bamboo, yet he was as steady as a rock.

A master of night owls, the magistrate of Yancheng County, Mo Ya.

"You stay here, and kill anyone who dares to come near!" Tianxuan nodded, strode into the room, and did not forget to give this reminder.

Ziliu!

Hearing what Tianxuan said, Da Siming's pretty face revealed a bloodthirsty expression, and her spirit tongue licked her lips, as if she couldn't wait any longer: "Understood!"

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"You came."

When Tianxuan pushed open the door and walked in, there was already someone waiting in the room, which should have been empty.

Tianxuan lit the lamp, and in the clear light, the figure of the man was reflected. His hair and beard were white, his face was full of wrinkles, and his expression was resolute. It was the general who had returned to the military camp - Wang Jian.

"Old General Wang Jian." After the banquet, Tianxuan, who arranged for Mo Ya to invite Wang Jian back, sat down by himself.

"You have prepared 50,000 shi of grain and 10,000 pieces of cloth. Isn't that too generous?" There was no one else here. Wang Jian's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He stared at Tianxuan and went straight to the point.

Fifty thousand shi of grain and ten thousand pieces of cloth were enough for the army of six hundred thousand for ten days. As the army marched along, other counties and prefectures did not make as much money as Tianxuan, and Wang Jian himself did not make it public. Therefore, Li Xin would yell that Tianxuan was too stingy!

Tian Xuan said calmly: "General Wang Jian, food and cloth are both necessary for the army. It is not a bad thing to be prepared."

"That's right." Wang Jian made up his mind to arrange reliable personnel to check the food and cloth promised by Tianxuan. He didn't insist on it, and his tense face relaxed a little. "General Tian, ​​how do you explain the signs of troop movements in Yingchuan County?"

"Besides, this isn't just a small-scale mobilization, there are at least several thousand troops!"

Wang Jian was an old man who had been on the battlefield all his life, and even participated in the Battle of Changping. Even though, during the Battle of Changping, Wang Jian was only a captain under Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an. However, Wang Jian could not hide the clues left by Tianxuan's secret training in Yingchuan County.

"I knew you would ask this question, old general."

Wang Jian's words made him feel cold and excited, as if he might attack at any time and kill Tianxuan here. However, Tianxuan did not show any fear on his face. He smiled carefreely and turned to a corner of the bedroom. After searching for a while, he took out the black dragon scroll that Zhengge had given him and handed it to Wang Jian.

"Old General, this is the king's secret decree. You will understand once you read it."

Wang Jian spread out the secret edict and scanned the edict written by Zheng Ge at a glance. His expression changed several times. Finally, Wang Jian sat on the stool in a daze, like a sculpture. If he hadn't seen that the handwriting on the edict was indeed written by Zheng Ge himself, the jade seal was correct, and the scroll itself was made of the unique material of the black dragon scroll.

Then, Wang Jian must have suspected whether Tianxuan was so bold as to forge a forged imperial edict. Gulu!

Tianxuan paced leisurely in the room, picked up the teacup, poured himself a cup of fragrant tea, and waited for Wang Jian to come back to his senses.

"Your Majesty, do you suspect that Changping Jun is plotting a rebellion?" After an unknown amount of time, Wang Jian came back to his senses and said in a tone that even he himself could find unbelievable.

Tian Xuan said calmly, "To be honest, this is indeed a little unbelievable. However, Changping Jun is the son of King Kaolie of Chu and the brother of King Fuchu of Chu. Old General, you are leading the 600,000-strong Qin army to fight in Chu. If Changping Jun becomes disloyal and cuts off your army's retreat, it will be no joke."

"Your Majesty wants me to train 10,000 cavalrymen in Yingchuan County as a backup plan. If Lord Changping has no other intentions, then these 10,000 cavalrymen of mine will never move. If Lord Changping has other intentions, these 10,000 cavalrymen of mine will be the key to guaranteeing the retreat of your army against Chu."

Wang Jian did not say anything, but from his expression, it was clear that he had partially agreed with Tianxuan's point of view.

"After I lead my army to join Changping Jun, I will ask him to deliver food and grass to my army every half a month." After a long silence, Wang Jian said in a deep voice. "If there is a disturbance in Yingcheng, it will take at least five days for you to lead your army from Yingchuan County to Yingcheng. If you want to open the road, you must complete it within ten days."

"I see!"

Tianxuan nodded heavily, indicating that he understood what to do.

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Yingcheng.

Decades ago, the Battle of Yan and Ying broke out between Qin and Chu.

In that battle, Bai Qi, the Wu'an Lord of Qin, flooded Yancheng, and the bodies of the drowned Chu people blocked the war canal dug by Bai Qi. No one in this world could have imagined that the war canal dug by Bai Qi for this battle would remain for more than 2,000 years, irrigating hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile land around it, and was named Bai Qi Canal.

Yingcheng, formerly the capital of the State of Chu, was captured by Bai Qi, who then burned down the tombs of the kings of Chu. Although only the above-ground parts of the tombs of the kings of Chu were burned, it was still a great shame for the people of Chu.

Late at night, in front of the former tomb of King Zhuang of Chu.

The Right Prime Minister of Qin: Changping Jun Xiong Qi, with his younger brother Changwen Jun, came to the tomb of the king who created the most glorious era of Chu State in white clothes, took out a stone incense burner, and respectfully inserted sandalwood into it. Changwen Jun knelt forward, opened the food box, and placed several steaming dishes on the broken altar.

The smoke of incense curled up like a dream, surrounding the brothers Changping Jun and Changwen Jun. It was as if the immortal spirits of the dead heroes of the Chu State escaped from the underworld and wanted to settle old scores with the Qin people.

The two brothers knelt quietly in front of the mausoleum without saying a word, as if they wanted to apologize to the previous kings of Chu in this way.

"Brother," Chang Wenjun said to his elder brother in front of him, his knees numb after an unknown amount of time, but he still didn't stand up, "Yesterday I got the news that Wang Jian's army has arrived in Yingchuan County. It will reach Yingcheng in a month at most. If Wang Jian's army goes deep into the territory alone and cuts off his way back, the 600,000-man army will lose its food and logistics and will surely be defeated without a fight."

Changping Jun nodded slightly: "This is the best and only chance before the demise of Chu. If we fail, you and I can only die for Chu and bet everything on the future of the Qinglong Plan."

The Qinglong Plan was prepared by Lord Changping to turn the tide and rebuild the State of Chu.

This plan was launched after the Qin State unified the world, with the demise of the six states as a sacrifice.

"Brother, I believe that the Qinglong Project will never be launched!" Chang Wenjun's face also showed sadness.

(End of this chapter)