Chapter 499 If Wukong tells lies, he will cut off his own head to make amends to his master!
Chen Yu and Zhang Er were a little sad.
The worry is not about how to repeat what happened in Han in Zhao, but the worry about where to find Chen Sheng from Zhao. It is not just about picking up someone on the yellow land and having the potential to become king.
Of course, this is not a big deal for the two of them.
The reputation of the two had spread as early as ten years ago. They had friends all over the seven countries, and most of them were outstanding people. It was easy to find a pitfall.
But in this case, wouldn't they just follow in Chen Sheng's footsteps?
Chen Sheng killed the millet farmers who had worked with him, broke his promise to "never forget each other as long as we are rich and noble", and broke his promise to the world.
If they cheat a friend and this gets out, their reputation will be ruined and all their old friends will be cut off from them. Which good person would want to be friends with a villain who sells his friends for glory?
Although it is for the sake of family and country, personal honor should not be restrained in the heart.
There are also those who say that if it is a big deal, they will not stick to trivial matters. When the king of Wei comes to the world, countless people will swarm up and spontaneously defend the two of them.
But to say one thousand and to say ten thousand, this is ultimately an immoral and scandalous thing, and the two of them are as clear as day.
When they deceived Chen Sheng, their tactics were unrivalled and their soldiers never tired of deceit.
If you cheat your friends, that's the behavior of a villain and a cunning villain.
The carriages disguised as caravans continued to drive towards Zhao Di. In this cold winter month, only profit-seeking businessmen were not afraid of the wind and snow and walked in all directions.
Inside the carriage compartment, which was deliberately made extremely ordinary, Chen Yu and Zhang Er were drinking hot soup, warming up the brazier, and sighing.
The charcoal in the brazier is black at one end and red at the other. It burns without smoke, but the heat it emits is enough to roast people. It is the best charcoal and was added by King Bao of Wei.
Amidst the sound of the rolling wheels, Zhang Er shook his fan and smiled wryly in the comfortable, warm and windless carriage.
"Brother Chen, haven't you thought of a solution yet?"
Both of Chen Yu's arms were exposed, his sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders, and he was so hot that he was sweating all over.
He put his face to the window of the carriage, greedily breathed in the cool breeze, and said with some regret:
"You and I should have firm beliefs and not let that untouchable Chen Ping do this ugly thing."
Zhang Er held a fan and pointed at the charcoal in the brazier.
"Now that things have come to this, what's the point of saying this? The charcoal in the palace of Wei Wang is not as good as this. To enjoy the emperor's favor, you have to solve the emperor's difficulties, otherwise you will become a villain."
Chen Yu responded with a muffled head and opened a corner of the curtain to let in the cold wind.
The icy cold wind made him feel very comfortable, but it could not relieve the depression in his heart.
Why didn't he understand what Zhang Er said? But everything is easier said than done.
After taking this step, it is not certain whether the Wei State will prosper or not. Anyway, Chen Yu's reputation is ruined and he will never be able to use it again.
I think Chen Yu is so famous now that he is treated like a guest wherever he goes.
The family also has tens of thousands of dollars of wealth that the wife brought from her mother's family, and it will be difficult for the two of them to spend it all in their lifetimes.
He has no shortage of fame and fortune that the world pursues.
Do you really want to ruin your Qingming life for a kid like Wei Bao?
When Zhang Er saw Chen Yu's demeanor, he secretly said something bad and began to feel anxious.
He was very familiar with Chen Yu.
Everyone knows that the friendship between the two is comparable to that of Lian Po and Lin Xiangru.
Chen Yu frowned, and Zhang Er knew what was bothering him.
If Chen Yu retreats, wouldn't this matter have to fall on Zhang Er?
He is different from Chen Yu.
Although both of them were sages of the Wei State, Zhang Er had a deeper connection with the Wei State. He was once a disciple of Wei Wuji, Lord Xinling.
It was Wei Wuji's last wish to restore the Wei Dynasty, and he made it in front of Wei Wuji's three thousand guests.
Chen Yu could retreat, but if he even dared to mention the drumstick, his reputation would be ruined, and he might even be killed.
Xinlingjun's three thousand disciples are a mixed crowd, and there are many martial arts masters who are brave and fierce.
These martial arts masters cannot rule a country with words or lead an army with force, but they are only good at assassinating people.
Even figures such as Ying Zheng, who called himself the First Emperor, failed to guard against the assassins and were taken off the cliff by the assassins on Mount Tai to die together.
Zhang Er did not think that his defense could surpass that of the First Emperor, but he believed that Lord Xinling's retainers were more desperate than those who assassinated the First Emperor.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like soybeans, and he didn't know whether it was from heat or fear.
He stopped shaking the fan in his hand, cheered up, and shouted loudly.
"Wukong!"
The curtains of the car were raised, the cold wind came in, and a young man came into the car.
I saw that he had a dignified appearance, and was wearing a coat made of tiger skin. The colorful patterns were very eye-catching, and he looked like he was not easy to mess with.
The man in tiger clothes, who was about twenty years old and had a face that was red from the cold, grinned. His two rows of teeth were as white as snow. Under the skylight that filtered through the white curtains, they shone with a cold light.
"Master, look for me."
Chen Yu, whose face was flushed from the heat, put down his rolled-up sleeves and breathed out comfortably.
The cold wind brought in by the man in tiger clothes squeezed out a lot of heat, making the hot carriage much cooler and warmer.
The man in tiger clothes greeted Chen Yu seriously, and Chen Yu nodded to the man in tiger clothes in a friendly manner.
Chen Yu was very familiar with the man in tiger clothing named Wukong. The man in tiger clothing was the disciple that his friend accepted ten years ago.
My friend trusted this apprentice as much as he trusted Chen Yu.
My best friend, my biological son, and my friend all kept things secret from me, but I never hid them from my apprentice named Wukong, and he would tell me any difficult things.
When Zhang Er saw Wukong, he couldn't help but smile, and pointed at the brazier.
"No rush, let's warm up first."
Wukong responded obediently, obeyed his master's name, rubbed his hands together, squatted by the brazier to warm himself, and smiled innocently.
"Master, if you have something to do, feel free to tell your disciples, and I will do your best."
"This is such a big deal, I don't know if your little cleverness can still be used."
After making a joke, Zhang Er was able to put aside all the hesitations in his heart and told everything about the situation in Wei without hiding anything.
Wukong listened carefully, and when the master finished speaking, he immediately started laughing.
Zhang Er feigned anger.
"Why do bad disciples laugh? Is laughter a lesson?"
Wukong waved his hands and said, "Don't dare." His smile never faded.
Chen Yu also moved his eyes to Wukong and said with a smile:
"If you're not laughing at your master, are you laughing at me, Chen Yu?"
Wukong quickly stopped laughing and explained seriously:
"Wukong never meant this.
"I laugh because I think of a plan that can solve Uncle Zhang and Master's worries, so I am happy."
Zhang Er and Chen Yu looked at each other in confusion.
They thought all the way from Daliangchou to Shanyang but couldn't figure out the solution. Wukong figured it out after hearing it once? That's nonsense!
Both of them saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
There was a look of shame on Zhang Er's face.
Feeling that his disciple had lied and that he had lost face in front of his friends, he turned to face the bad disciple and said angrily:
"It seems that my teacher was too indulgent towards you in the past and neglected to discipline you.
"Is this the occasion for your joke? Why are you so confused about the importance? Get out!"
Wukong raised his head slightly, and two red lights flashed in his eyes, which were the reflection of the charcoal fire in the brazier.
"If Wukong speaks lies, he will cut off his own head to make amends to his master!"