Bai Hui spoke to the person in front of him:

"Ying Jun, what else do you have to ask about my layout in Yancheng?"

"Shaoliangzao, I have already understood most of the time. I will continue to think and learn. If I have any questions, I will immediately write to Shaoliangzao to find a solution. But there is one thing that is unclear. I think that Shaoliangzao has several subordinates far better than me." Ying Jun was talking about the truth, and he felt that the gap between him and Xiqihe was too big to describe.

Even the clerks under Wen Luo were better than him.

Bai Hui explained: "The first reason is that you are a child of the Ying family. The second reason is that you are handsome enough."

"Handsome?" Ying Jun was puzzled.

"How about you compare yourself to Gongzi Bao?"

Ying Jun thought for a while: "Young Master Bao Mei and Yan, he was able to become the king of Song because of his beauty, and I was worse than that."

“Is it much worse?”

Ying Jun didn't answer, he couldn't answer this question.

Bai Hui asked again: "Have you heard of the beauty plan?"

"But Xizi?"

"It's her. The twelve women beside you all come from Qi Palace, and all their families moved to Qin State. I don't agree to what they ask for. They are the twelve westerners of Qin State. If you need a handsome man's plan, what do you think?"

Bai Hui's question made Ying Jun very confused, but after thinking about it over and over again, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "Do not do anything for me, Daqin."

"That's right. Your task is not to do a good job of management. I will send someone to handle it, but you must understand that your task is to use the room. But it is not an ordinary room, but a deep room. No one of your subordinates can be activated unless I order it, especially the twelve Xizi, and it cannot be activated. You can understand."

"I understand." Ying Jun understood everything now. Bai Hui performed a killer move on Chu State. If he didn't move, he would have already. If he moved, he would have killed him.

Bai Hui stood up, walked to the twelve women from the former Qi Palace, and knelt down to the ground: "Hui, thank you for yourselves on behalf of Qin."

The twelve people said, "Shao Liangzao has the grace of living for us, and has the grace of recreation for our family, and has the grace of being generous. We should make thousands of deaths for Shaoliang."

Bai Hui stood up straight: "No need to die, you just need to enjoy life to the fullest. I will continue to send people to deliver all the luxury to you. I don't need you to deliberately collect information. If you hear anything interesting, you don't have to rush to report it. Just wait for a safe and reliable opportunity to report it."

A girl asked with a smile: "Shaoliangzao is sending me to enjoy the happiness!"

Bai Hui shook his head with a serious expression: "It is suffering, it is afflicted, rich and prosperous, and favored by the king. These are all superficial, but the pain in his heart is real. When one day, when the Qin army conquered the capital of Chu and the King of Chu committed suicide, it is inevitable that he would be sad or die with him."

Is it possible?

None of the twelve women and six men present believed Bai Hui's words.

Bai Hui did not explain again, there were many such situations in history.

"Forget it, forgot."

Bai Hui stood by the mountain with his hands behind his back, looking at the mountains and ridges.

After a long time, Bai Hui spoke, "There is another thing. I suddenly remembered that you can do it, you can't do it without force."

Everyone replied in unison: "I hope to serve Shaoliang!"

Bai Hui said: "In this world, whether it is Qin, Chu, or the countries below the world, all the people are inherited from the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. The crown and clothing are called Hua, and the great country is called Xia. We are different from the barbarians. We are one of China and inherit the will of heaven. China should educate the barbarians to learn the virtues of etiquette and music. Do you understand?"

"I understand that the world is a family. Yi, barbarian, Rong, and Di need to be educated. If one day the world is unified, it will not be Qin but China."

These words made Bai Hui turn around suddenly.

The person who spoke was named Jiang Yan. He had just entered the Qi Palace but had a title that was equivalent to a good son of Qin.

"It's OK." Bai Hui praised in a loud voice.

Another reason for the death of Qin II is that all countries in the world only regard Guanzhong as Qin people, while the world is not Qin people. The name Qin makes people in the world have no sense of belonging.

"I hope my maid can welcome my king in Chu Palace in his lifetime."

"There will be one day." Bai Hui clenched his fists tightly. At this time, Bai Hui realized that he had really underestimated the woman in the Warring States Period. Although his status was low, he could not hide the glory of his talent.

"We'll take our leave!" Everyone retreated.

Bai Hui returned to the place where he just sat and sat cross-legged.

At this time, Bai Hui began to frantically recall the novels he had read in later generations, the history he had read, and the various understandings of Qin and Han.

In this way, Bai Hui sat all night.

The next day, when the sun shone out the first ray of sunshine, Bai Hui sacrificed to the sky.

Bai Hui thanked God for bringing himself to the Warring States Period and to the best era.

When he went down the mountain, Bai Qi said to Bai Hui: "This time it's true."

"What's true?" Bai Hui didn't understand what Bai Qi meant.

Bai Qi said: "You have never been so serious about worshiping our ancestors two years ago, and then worshiping before going to Hedong. This time, worshiping the sky is true."

Bai Hui didn't explain it, and this was unclear.

Taihe Mountain (Wudang) is very close to Shangyong, which is only seventy miles away.

Bai Qi and Bai Hui's troops who went to Shangyong first have entered the city. Sima Cuo happened to be here, but Sima Cuo did not welcome Bai Qi and Bai Hui.

It was not because of unwillingness to welcome him, but because the heavy official duties had made the old general work hard for several days.

One official business after another made him not care about how to welcome Bai Qi and Bai Hui.

After Bai Qi and Bai Hui entered the city, there was a long queue outside the house where Sima Cuo worked, and almost dozens of people were waiting for a report and asking for instructions. Taking over the business that Shangyong had to handle was extremely arduous.

"Si..." Bai Qi just spoke when he saw Sima Cuo jumping up and pushing Bai Qi aside, then grabbed Bai Hui: "How many Chinese military officials have you brought, I will temporarily transfer them to my use."

Bai Hui was stunned for a moment, and this was what Wen Luo asked to help.

Sima Cuo opened a door next to him, and saw bamboo slips gushing out like a tide, filling half of the room.

Everyone stayed there.

This is a backlog of official duties. Looking at Sima Cuo and the dark circles of all the officials here, and Sima Cuo's head full of white hair, it is enough to show how hard it was during this period.

After Wen Luo took over some official duties, Sima Cuo fell asleep in the pile of bamboo slips.

It was not until the afternoon of the next day that Sima Cuo woke up.

After drinking a bowl of dumpling soup, Sima Cuo said to Bai Hui: "In Xianyang City, 200 officials were transferred to Yiyang, Yichuan, Wanhedong. Our Qin Dynasty has transferred a total of 500 civil officials, but it is still far from enough. We attacked Qi and took time to all the people who can calculate literacy in Xianyang. When we arrived at Shangyong, there was no one to adjust."

Bai Hui dug his ears and looked indifferent: "Or what if we jointly impeach Marquis Rang? The general is responsible for the war and he is the head of the civil servants. He should be in charge of this matter."
Chapter completed!