Fang Qing began to read out, and the people in their hands took up their pens and put ink on the spread rice paper.
The luster in Su Ye's icy blue eyes suddenly changed. His gaze collided with that of the young man in green, Su Yu, in mid-air. There was an exchange of ideas in their eyes, and then they nodded decisively.
"The second chapter of Sun Tzu's Art of War is entitled Warfare II. Sun Tzu said: The method of using war is to use thousands of chariots, thousands of leather chariots, a hundred thousand armors, and provisions for thousands of miles. Then the expenses inside and outside, the use of guests, and the
The materials of lacquer, the support of chariots and armor, cost thousands of gold a day, and then raise an army of one hundred thousand..." Fang Qing's tone was indifferent, slow and powerful, she read out Sun Tzu's Art of War without restraint, and her fingers matched the words she read.
Quickly, turn over the blank white scroll page by page.
The breeze blew through the railings of Wangyue Tower, blowing Fang Qing's hair on her forehead and blowing up a corner of her fluttering skirt. At this moment, the hall of Wangyue Tower was so quiet that only the sound of the wind and the whisper of fallen sycamore leaves could be heard.
Everyone's eyes were only focused on Fang Qing, their ears were only listening to the chapters on the Art of War, and their hands were writing quickly, nervously and excitedly finishing one rice paper after another.
At this moment, no one paid attention to whether there were fewer people around. No one noticed that at some point, the people present slowly disappeared. At some point, the young man in green clothes also disappeared from the balcony on the second floor.
Lost traces.
An hour passed...
Fang Qing's fingers finally reached the last page of the book. She raised her eyebrows slightly, cleared her voice, and continued reading with her eyes lowered.
"The Thirteenth Chapter of Sun Tzu's Art of War, entitled Yong Jian Thirteen. Sun Tzu said: Anyone who raises an army of one hundred thousand, marches out for thousands of miles, pays for the people, pays for the public, spends thousands of gold a day, stirs up internal and external disturbances, is lazy on the road, and must not do anything.
, 700,000 families. They stay together for several years in order to win in one day. But those who love their titles and salaries and do not know the feelings of the enemy are extremely unkind. They are not generals of the people, not assistants to the master, and they are not victors.
Lord. Therefore, the reason why wise kings and wise generals move and conquer others, and their success comes from everyone, is also a prophet. A prophet cannot be relied on ghosts and gods, cannot be imitated, and cannot be tested. He must be adopted from people and knows the enemy's feelings.
Also...in the past, when the Yin Dynasty was prosperous, Yizhi was in Xia; when the Zhou Dynasty was prosperous, Lu Ya was in Yin Dynasty. Therefore, those who have wise rulers and wise generals who can guide their affairs with superior wisdom will achieve great success. This is the key to the army, and it is what the three armies rely on to move."
Fang Qing's eyes paused on the last page for a while, then she closed her hands and closed the book gracefully.
"All thirteen chapters of Sun Tzu's Art of War have been read out here. Although the little woman's speaking speed is not fast, she is not slow either. But the little woman believes that everyone here is a very smart person, and everyone here should have no imperfections.
It has been recorded. Now, it is fair for everyone in every country to have a copy of Sun Tzu's Art of War. As for how to use this Sun Tzu's Art of War in the future, it depends on your ability to understand the art of war." She turned her eyes lightly and put back Sun Tzu's Art of War.
Comes in a compact box, closed and locked.
"My return gift has been given to you, and my promise has been fulfilled to you, so the little lady no longer owes you anything." She tapped the armrest of the chair with her fingers, raised her head slightly, and looked at Su Yewei indifferently.
His horrified ice blue eyes. "Mr. Qi, the little lady said before that this book is of no use to me. Now that the little lady has given up her curiosity, then I will return this book.
Leave it to the Liuli Kingdom for future generations to pick up." Fang Qing locked the delicate box and wrapped it in bright yellow silk. She presented it with both hands and handed it to Su Ye.
Su Ye's icy blue luster flashed, but he did not take the box. He waved his folding fan, and the bright yellow package flew up in the wind and fell accurately into the burning stove next to it.
"Since everyone has a copy, this book has completed its mission, and it should no longer exist."