The night is sinking like water, and the campfire is clear.

In the Qin army camp, Wang Jian’s tent, the reception banquet for the eldest son of Fusu is still underway.

"Young Master, I will toast you a glass." Li Xin seemed to have drunk too much, stood up with the wine bottle and toasted Fusu.

Fusu raised his glass to return, but he felt a little awkward in his actions. To be honest, Fusu was very disliked about the noisy scenes in the military tent now.

Confucians are rituals.

Fusu is a good scholar, and it is precisely because of this that he is a little uncomfortable with the scene at this time.

The army is a place where high and low are clear. Usually, every soldier and every general have rules and regulations. Violating the consequences will be serious.

But at the wine table, these big guys drank too much, but they ignored it.

Among the big tent, there were hundreds of generals, many bragging and fucking each other, and even talking about marching. Some people even discussed how much spoils they got during this trip to Chu, and how many concubines and wives they took to do so...

Wang Jian saw Fusu's impatience, but he didn't say it. He picked up the wine bottle and drank a sip of wine. His silver beard was not stained with water. Such skills could not be cultivated overnight.

"Old General Wang." Fusu just responded to a general whose name was unspeakable. His face turned red and he said to Wang Jian.

The generals in this tent toast Fusu with one glass. Even if the person with a good alcohol tolerance is afraid he can't hold on, let alone a young man like Fusu.

"Young Master, what's the matter?"

"I'm a little drunk and want to retreat first. Please trouble General Wang here."

Wang Jian smiled and said, "Your Highness, please!"

Fusu was about to get up, but unexpectedly shouted loudly outside the tent.

Could it be that the Chu army was attacking the camp? It's impossible! There are three camps in front of the Central Army camp and forty-nine large villages. How could the Chu army have no news at all if they want to come?

Many generals in the tent were thinking so much.

"General, all the generals..." The patrol captain hurriedly ran in and knelt down.

"What's the matter, so panicked?"

Wang Jian's face was as deep as water, his voice was strong, and he didn't look like a drunken look. His heavy voice was like a magic needle for calming the generals present calmed down.

"Yes... it's the fourteenth son, his messenger has arrived."

After hearing what the school said, Fusu, who had just stood halfway through, sat down again as if he had lost his center of gravity.

"It's just the messenger of the Fourteenth Prince, why is it so noisy outside the tent?" Wang Jian asked.

"The envoy held the talisman of the Fourteenth Prince and proclaimed loudly all the way, saying: The Fourteenth Prince defeated the Tenglong Army in the south of the abolished capital of Chu. Now, a large area of ​​Chu land west of the Ying River and north of the Huai River have joined our Qin State. The soldiers are making loud noises and making noises about this matter."

Hearing this, the tent was silent. The generals who were still drunk just now woke up in an instant.

"Oh? Pass the messenger up." Wang Jian said with a smile.

"I am honored to General Wang and to all the generals." The person who came was just an ordinary lieutenant, but he was not at all nervous in the tent where all the generals gathered.

Fusu looked at the tall and handsome boy, and thought to himself that there was really no mediocre person under his command.

"Where is the Fourteenth Young Master now?" Without asking the cause of the incident, Wang Jian asked Ying Ziyi directly where he was.

"The fourteenth young master is leading his men a hundred miles away from this place, and will arrive at the latest tomorrow evening."

Wang Jian looked at the young master Fusu and asked, "Young Master, it's too late at this moment, should we wait to go back to the camp to rest?"

"Okay... OK!" Fusu said blankly as if he had not woken up.

"I will say goodbye at the end!"

"I will say goodbye at the end!"

"I will say goodbye at the end!"

......

In the big tent, there were still people gathering, but it was empty at this moment. Everyone, including Fusu, had retreated, leaving only Wang Jian and Meng Wu, drinking.

"My man's move has made me feel a little confused."

In the tent, Meng Wu raised the wine bottle, drank a glass, and said.

"What?"

"My brother had already received the news of the surrender of the southern Chu land two days ago. Why did Mr. Fusu just asked, but he didn't leak any verbal words?"

"Brother Meng Wu really doesn't understand?" Wang Jian said with a sly smile on his face, like a fox.

"There have always been a battle for the crown prince, and the swords and shadows have never left the battlefield. Young Master Fusu is the eldest son, and the position of the crown prince must be his. Unfortunately, the king's attitude is unknown. Even news came from the palace that the king seemed to have the intention to let the fourteenth son inherit the position of the crown prince."

"Shh! Brother Meng Wu's words are no longer the duty of a minister."

Wang Jian's tone was stern and he had no smile on his face.

"Haha! OK! Man, you haven't answered my question just now?"

"We are loyal to the king and only care about the battle formation. The battle for the crown prince is extremely dangerous. Besides, the fourteenth son is young. It is hard to say what will happen in the future. Why do we need to place bets early? I won't say it, just to prevent the eldest son from feeling that I am too close to the fourteenth son."

"So that's the case! I'll say goodbye."

...........

After Meng Wu left, only Wang Jian was left in the tent.

"General Wang, your acting skills are really first-class."

Wang Jian was not surprised by the sudden teasing. The first military god of Qin after Bai Qi was drinking a glass of wine at this moment and said, "Lord Dongjun is really joking. I am holding the 350,000 troops, and the daily supplies consumed are the cost of a large county for a month. How many people are staring at me in secret, I have to be careful!"

There was no trembling at the door of the tent. As the night fire swayed, a bright figure suddenly appeared. Yan Fei was wearing a black dress and her long hair was tied behind her head, with a unique heroic look in her charm.

"Since that's the case, why did the old general bet on the fourteenth young master? You know, the King of Qin cannot tolerate sand in his eyes!"

"Hahaha!" Wang Jian laughed and looked at Yan Fei: "Although Lord Dongjun's cultivation has reached the realm of enlightenment, he does not understand the emperor's thoughts at all! The three generations of the Meng family were all valued by the Qin Dynasty. What is it because of his loyalty to the king and never interferes in the dispute over the throne. The discussion between Meng Wu and I will appear on the king's imperial case in a short time."

After thinking about it, Yan Fei seemed to be convinced by Wang Jian. But Wang Jian's following sentence made Yan Fei even more confused.

"Is it just that the king believes it?"

Wang Jian smiled, smiling like a fox.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. Do you still remember Bai Qi? Wu'anjun didn't want to rebel that day, and he was still executed by the former king Zhaoxiang. What the emperor cares about is whether his ministers have the strength to threaten his throne. This is the poison of power. Unfortunately, I have this ability. In a short time, the Fourteenth Prince is afraid that he will have this ability. This is also the reason why I have to turn to the Fourteenth Prince."

Yan Fei seemed to understand a little. I want to join forces to keep warm, or...

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