As soon as Chen Ping landed, he heard the news that Tu Sui had died in the battle in the south and that the southern expedition was blocked. He also heard that Heifu had been summoned by Qin Shihuang. He was full of questions for a while, but he still held it back. He came here with a mission.
"In addition to sending the Jiaodong plan, I also sent a letter to the Lord at the request of my wife."
Chen Ping held a letter in both hands and handed it to Hei Fu. Times are really progressing. Ten years ago, Hei Fu had to use wooden boards to write family letters for his subordinates. But now, paper has been spread in the Central Plains, and the shell
It is rough jute paper, and the inside is delicate rattan paper, which is no different from the letters of later generations.
This was written two days after the previous letter. The handwriting changed from the panic of Ye Teng's critical illness to neatness again. Hei Fu couldn't help but admire his wife. He was not around. Knowing this bad news, it was a blessing that she could stabilize herself.
In the letter, Ye Zijin begged Hei Fu to let her take the children back to Nanyang, because Ye Teng, who was seriously ill, had decided to resign from the post of Tingwei and return to his hometown of Nanyang County to recuperate. If Ye Zijin leaves now, he may still be able to make it.
Meet him...
Although women have more freedom these days, they still need their husband's permission to take their children back to their parents' home.
After reading it, Hei Fu sighed to Chen Ping: "When a bird flies back to its hometown, a fox must be buried on a hill when it dies. My woman is a Korean after all. When she realizes that her time is running out, she still wants to be buried in her ancestral grave."
Okay, I can’t get away for the time being, so I’ll ask Gong Ao to escort the three of them, mother and son, and go to Nanyang immediately..."
Heifu smiled: "Maybe in a few days, I will go to join him!"
When Chen Ping heard that something was wrong, after asking, Hei Fu told him that Qin Shihuang intended to appoint him as the general of the southern expedition, and he said that he could not do it after half a year of pacifying Vietnam.
"Your Majesty, your refusal is good. This kind of mess is extremely difficult to clean up. It will definitely not be finished in a year and a half. Moreover, Lingnan is far away. Even if we can win a big victory, by then the Emperor will issue an order and he may be asked to suppress Baiyue for a long time."
If you can’t return to the Central Plains easily, you must leave!”
Chen Ping was very excited. He expected that Emperor Qin Shihuang probably had only a few years to live. When Dufu died, it would be a great opportunity to do something. And big things could only be done in the north! Lingnan was full of barbarians, and it was separated from the Central Plains by thousands of mountains.
Wanshui, what happened in the court? It has been almost half a year since the news spread. Even if you had the intention at that time, you would not be able to conquer the north. If you don't see King Helu of Wu, Fu Chai, and King Gou Jian of Yue, although they are known as the Five Hegemons, they are unable to do so because of their remote location.
In the south, its hegemony is only partial and cannot affect Zhongxia at all.
Therefore, you must not wade through this muddy water!
Heifu smiled and said something that did not match the preface and the follower, but that Chen Ping could understand.
"There are also my old troops in the south, the sons of Nanjun. Their three thousand people have been guarding Yuzhang for more than ten years. Now the worst ones have become very long. They are all in the southern army. I don't know whether they can be saved at the moment."
Chen Ping said: "Although everyone in Nanjun is loyal to the lord, the terrain in Lingnan is extremely poor, far inferior to the north, Jiaodong!"
In the eyes of the Central Plains people, Lingnan is of course a barren land and worthless. Seeing that Jiaodong's New Deal has gained great momentum, the scholars, peasants, workers, merchants, and soldiers have all changed their views, and Heifu's cronies occupy important positions. If he leaves at this time, it will be abandoned halfway!
Furthermore, after going to the south, Chen Ping would have no use for him. Although Heifu started his career by leading soldiers from his hometown to fight, Chen Ping had not participated in any of those wars. He spent time and effort running the business for Heifu.
"The Cunning Rabbit's Cave" is Jiaodong and Beidi!
He suggested: "The Lord must find ways to avoid the southern expedition. It is best to stay in Jiaodong or return to the north as a county guard!"
In Chen Ping's view, although Beidi is a bit poorer, it is better than Jiaodong. It is located in the middle of Guanzhong, where troops gather in the border areas, and it is only half a month away from Xianyang. Once something happens to the central government, they can find an excuse to bring armored troops into the capital...
Hei Fu was speechless and laughed.
"Chen Ping, do you think this matter is up to me?"
Chen Ping was silent. Hei Fu was right. As a Qin official, especially a high official in the border areas, it was never up to him to decide where he would serve as an official...
Heifu approached him and whispered: "If we were in southern Xinjiang, on the front line, I dare to say to the emperor's envoy, 'The general will be outside, and your orders will not be accepted'! Because the army is in my hands, hanging alone outside the territory, and the Yue people are watching eagerly.
, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians must unite under my banner to survive, so I can say no to the court!"
"But it's here."
Heifu pointed outside, where a group of heavily armed Lang Wei soldiers were patrolling by: "I am just a county guard, with no soldiers or soldiers around me. Even if I have one, I only recognize tiger symbols and not people. Faced with Your Majesty's chaos,
I can make conditions, but if I refuse again and again, the emperor will be extremely angry. At least he will let me go home to retire like Wang Jian, or at worst, he will make the same mistake as Wu'an Jun Du Ting committed suicide!"
In the morning, Qin Shi Huang scolded Hei Fu: "Do you think you are Wang Jian or Bai Qi?"
Do you really think this is just what the emperor said out of anger?
Chen Ping felt chilled for a while, yes, everything is decided by the Supreme Emperor, who is as high as the sun, making clear decisions from the apocalypse and leading the talents. Although Chen Ping was ambitious and dissatisfied with the Qin government, he understood that as long as
In one day, any plan made by the emperor is meaningless.
Therefore, it was useless no matter how much he thought about this matter. He could only wait for the emperor to make a decision.
In the end, Chen Ping could only sigh: "Your Majesty, the older you get, the more confused you become! He asked Young Master Fusu to come and take a look at the procession, but I think the one who really should come down and take a look is the emperor himself!"
Heifu poured him a glass of wine and said: "I guess, no matter whether your Majesty's memorial to me is accurate or not, I, the Jiaodong garrison, have reached the end. Even if I am not the general of the Southern Expedition, I will be transferred back to the central government."
As an official, I can pass by Nanyang at least, just to see the woman one last time."
What could Chen Ping say? He could only comfort him: "Ye Junshou should be more than this..."
But Hei Fu toasted him with a glass of wine, asked him to come to him, and said seriously:
"Chen Ping, our friendship started in Hufu Township for thirteen years. After more than ten years of friendship, others think that we are host and guest, but in fact, I regard you as a friend and confidant! Even if we don't
Even though you have gained the title of king and minister, you are still the person that my black husband trusts the most!"
"The Lord is also a humble bole and a confidant."
This rare heart-to-heart talk moved Chen Ping a little. He had heard the story of the Chollima. The old horse drove a cart filled with salt up the Taihang Mountains. Its hooves were stiff, its knees were broken, its tail was soaked, and its skin was ulcerated.
His saliva spilled onto the ground, and sweat flowed all over his body. He was whipped and climbed to the middle of the mountain road, and could no longer go up.
It wasn't until Bole met it, jumped down from the car, hugged it and cried bitterly, and took off his linen clothes to put it on it. Only then did everyone realize that this old man is a thousand-mile horse...
Chen Ping felt that his relationship with Hei Fu was like this. He was a poor country boy in the past, and he was appreciated by Hei Fu. Only then could he show off his talents. But in his thirties, he already had wealth, fame, and power.
Although Chen Ping cherished his life and would not "die for a confidant", he would still imitate a thousand-mile horse, raising his head and roaring, and the sound reached the sky, like the sound of gold and stone.
He wants to cry for Hei Fu! Use his own wisdom to plan the world's current situation for Hei Fu!
Not only for Heifu, but also for himself, Chen Ping was getting closer and closer to his ideal, but he found that he had reached the top and could no longer go up.
Blocking the front is a deep ravine called "Junchen". Opposite the ravine is Qin Shihuang and perhaps Fusu.
Chen Ping's ultimate goal is to push him over!
While having a heart-to-heart talk, they each had their own thoughts. After the two had a few drinks, Heifu patted Chen Ping and said:
"Chen Ping, at this very moment, I want to ask you to do something!"
Chen Ping solemnly said: "A good bird chooses a tree to roost on, and the master is Ping's sycamore tree. No matter where the master goes in the future, whether he is an official or a general, Ping will follow him to the death!"
"No no no."
But Hei Fu stood up and said with a smile: "What I want you to do is to immediately sever the host-guest relationship with me and stay in Jiaodong as a government official!"
…
That night, Qin Shihuang woke up and found that he had just fallen asleep lying on the desk. Because the attendants had been driven away, no one came to put a coat on him, and his body was chilling.
After hitting his sore back, Qin Shihuang could only lament that he would not accept it anymore.
Thirty years ago, when he had just ascended the throne, he eagerly read the books in the Qin Palace. The great achievements of Qin Xiaogong, Shang Yang, King Qin Zhaoxiang, ancestors and famous officials inspired him, and he secretly determined to achieve greater achievements than them. For this reason
I practice martial arts during the day and read at night, and I never get tired of it.
Twenty years ago, when he had just taken office, he would stay up all night discussing with Li Si, Mao Jiao and others how to achieve unification and which country to destroy first, without any sleepiness until dawn.
Ten years ago, the Six Kingdoms were destroyed, but there were seven times as many memorials as a result. The world was full of wastes waiting to be renovated. Cars were on the same track and books were on the same text. There were too many things that required the emperor's personal decision-making. He could only mechanically review the heavy documents.
The waiter just moved out one box of slips and slips, and then the Censor's Office sent another box, and the list goes on and on.
But now, with the heavy bamboo slips replaced by light paper, Qin Shihuang's daily review volume is less than half of what he used to do, and he often loses focus. He has insomnia when he should be sleeping, and he is constantly dozing off when he should be busy with government affairs.
The emperor, who was suffering from a mid-life crisis and chronic illness, impatiently pushed the memorials on the case to the ground. Upon hearing the sound, the disappearing waiters immediately ran over and knelt on the ground tremblingly.
"Send these memorials to the prime minister and the imperial censor."
Qin Shihuang lost his patience. He knew what was written on it: there was a famine in a certain county and how many people starved to death. Somewhere, prisoners who were supposed to serve in Mount Li killed officials and fled into the mountains... But he
I no longer want to deal with "little things".
He only cares about two things now. One is about immortality. When will Li Xin's expeditionary army find Kunlun and find the Queen Mother of the West? After trapping Warlock Fang, it has become Qin Shihuang's only hope for immortality.
The second is Lingnan, the last piece of the puzzle of the empire's territory. When will it be completed? Qin Shihuang's obsessive-compulsive disorder broke out, and he liked to be perfect.
Thinking of this, Qin Shihuang looked at the only remaining memorial on the desk. It was such a thick pile that it was daunting. Moreover, when Qin Shihuang thought that Hei Fu dared to bargain with him, he became irritated for no reason!
"This thousand-mile horse, when I needed it most, actually began to disobey Bole and wanted to find its own direction and move forward?"
This is not allowed by Qin Shihuang. The direction and speed of this giant car can only be decided by the six bridles in his hands. No matter how powerful a thousand-mile horse is, it is just a dog or horse, a livestock. It only needs to obey the command of others and keep moving forward.
If it doesn't obey, you have to change it to another one!
But the trouble is, the horses in the stable are dying of old age, and there is no one who can replace this dark horse...
There is no other way, beans, whips, and sharp swords. These are Qin Shihuang's three ways to deal with fierce horses. It's time for this black man to put on a halter and whip hard!
He was scolded, but the emperor hesitated for a long time and still stretched out his hand to the memorial.
Qin Shihuang was angry, so he quickly read through the nonsense that Heifu analyzed the situation. He only saw words like "protracted war" and became even more impatient.
Heifu summarized the gains and losses of the first southern expedition, refuted the theory of quick victory in the southern expedition that was generally believed by the court officials, analyzed the basic characteristics of both the enemy and ourselves, imagined the situation we would face in another southern expedition, and also put forward some suggestions
A specific set of strategic guidelines…
Well, this is what Qin Shihuang wanted to read. He slowed down in turning the pages and began to read each word carefully.
Under the flickering whale oil lamp, Qin Shihuang read it out.
"The way to conquer the South is to attack people first, and attack the land next. Fighting with the heart is the highest, and fighting with soldiers is the lowest?"
