"Do you know why the king sent this information here?" Empress Dowager Huayang, who made a decision in her heart, said to Mi Ling with the bamboo slips about the Chu State sent by Ying Zheng.

"The king may hope that his aunt can influence the State of Chu. Although Qin has the best military power in the world, it cannot fight against the entire world with the power of one country. The best countermeasure for the king is to divide and disintegrate the coalition forces, which is also the method the king used three years ago." Mi Ling hesitated.

Although she didn't want to admit it, and although she really wanted Ying Zheng to send this information to Huayang Palace for another reason, her reason and insight told her: Ying Zheng's real purpose can only be this.

Although she was very moved by what Ying Zheng said, she would never simply think that Ying Zheng is really a gentle gentleman.

He was first and foremost the king of Qin, which was his foundation. As for the Ying Zheng he saw, it was only one aspect of Ying Zheng, and it could even be said to be an extremely slight aspect.

When the situation made him not need his own tenderness, he would give it up very easily.

However, she was not disappointed by this, because that was what a qualified king should look like. Moreover, her requirements were not that high, otherwise she would not have been unable to hold on for several days just because of Ying Zheng's simple sentences.

"Do you really think so?" Empress Dowager Huayang asked after unfolding the bamboo slips.

"Can there be other reasons?" the girl asked in confusion.

A honest person is not necessarily stupid, and a girl does not think that her analysis is wrong.

"If I say it's because of you, do you believe it?" Empress Dowager Huayang smiled.

"Because I?" The girl widened her eyes, as if she heard it was an extremely ridiculous answer.

"This is the attitude of the king. He sent such information to my Huayang Palace, not to ask me to help him. Besides, it is difficult for me to help him. The king also knows this very well." Empress Dowager Huayang chuckled.

She took off the biggest burden in her heart and felt a hint of cunning that she only had when she was a girl.

"What can the king do for?" the girl said with a hint of expectation.

"It's because of you." Empress Dowager Huayang took the girl's hand and placed it on the bamboo slip.

"The real meaning of the king sending this information is to show an attitude, to tell me that he will no longer be on guard against me, and this is an attitude of reconciliation," explained Empress Dowager Huayang.

This was no longer the case three years ago. While Ying Zheng was thinking about reconciliation, the Empress Dowager Huayang thought so.

Doing it even though you know it is impossible is not a matter of courage, but an IQ. Since you can't fight, then join it. This is the idea of ​​the Empress Dowager Huayang.

Although she had not made up her mind before, when she was given this bamboo slip and heard their previous conversation from Mi Ling, and her years had passed, the combined efforts of various reasons made the empress dowager who had the influence of Lu Buwei in Qin State today decide to change her lifestyle, and she also thought about getting back what she had never had back then.

"Reconciliation?" The girl became even more confused.

Only the weak will take the initiative to seek reconciliation, and in the current Qin State, no one can let him down, even his aunt.

He didn't do this three years ago, and he had no reason three years later.

"You are not unbelieving, you can even say that you really hope that you can believe it, but you really can't find a reason to believe it." Empress Dowager Huayang observed the girl in front of her, and she didn't want to miss it even if it was a slight change.

"Although I really want to convince myself that this is true, I am afraid that it is just my unrealistic fantasy." Mi Ling said melancholy.

"If I say that he did this because of you, can you believe it?" said Empress Dowager Huayang.

"Me?" Mi Ling opened her mouth slightly, as if she had heard something unacceptable.

"Who else can there be?" Empress Dowager Huayang asked back.

In Mi Ling's unbelievable eyes, Empress Dowager Huayang continued: "You are an introduction. The king wants to completely conquer the people on our side through you. He doesn't want to deal with me, so he came up with a plan to train you to replace me. Do you understand now?" Empress Dowager Huayang said meaningfully.

At this time, Empress Dowager Huayang had almost guessed Ying Zheng's plan.

Unlike what he imagined, Ying Zheng not only did not think about how to drive away the people from their group, but instead another strategy that showed his courage and control.

It sends a signal through his grandnieces who are like his own people and replaces his core position in his own side through his grandnieces.

Even though this strategy of transplanting flowers and connecting trees was once an opponent, Empress Dowager Huayang had to admit that Ying Zheng's move was too clever, which could not be achieved by just wisdom. It also requires enough courage, because it has the risk of capsizing at any time.

"So am I just a tool?" Mi Ling said in disappointment.

"Are you disappointed?" Empress Dowager Huayang asked with a smile.

"No, I'm not disappointed at all." Mi Ling suddenly laughed.

The bright smile that Queen Mother Huayang hadn't seen for a long time. She could see that her granddaughter's smile was from the heart.

"He is the real King of Qin like this. If he had been for other reasons, I might be disappointed." Mi Ling said to himself.

"Have you really thought about it?" asked Empress Dowager Huayang.

She saw a desire to win that she had never seen before. This ambitious expression should not have appeared on Mi Ling at all.

"Aunt, I'm actually lucky, aren't I? At least I'm useful to the king, and I don't hate him. Instead, I still like him a little bit. This is already a lucky thing for me."

"I can't guarantee that he will like me, but I can make him unable to live without me."

Empress Dowager Huayang looked at Mi Ling muttering to herself, and a smile flashed across the corner of her mouth.

Have you finally grown up?

Unlike the Empress Dowager Huayang who had already gotten up early, Zhao Ji, another Empress Dowager of Qin, was still staring bored with her quilt in her arms, staring at the curtain above her head without any hesitation.

"It's another boring day." Zhao Ji turned over boredly, poked her arm out of the curtain, took the dress from Mrs. Mingzhu who had already been by the bed, and then retracted into the curtain again.

Amid the sound of dressing, Zhao Ji's voice came out again: "What food should I prepare this morning?"

"Report to the Empress Dowager, it's fish soup." Mrs. Mingzhu replied.

"Fish soup, it's not bad." Zhao Ji had already opened the curtain while speaking, and Zhao Ji, wearing a thin skirt, appeared in Mrs. Mingzhu's sight.

"However, although Meiren Hu's fish soup is good, it is not as delicious as another kind of delicious." Zhao Ji smiled with a meaningless smile at Mrs. Mingzhu who was about the same size as her in front of her.

And Mrs. Mingzhu obviously understood what Zhao Ji meant. Sure enough, the next moment, Zhao Ji stretched out her arm and hugged her over Mrs. Mingzhu, and printed on the red lips that were not inferior to her at all.

The two beautiful faces that were so beautiful together did have a different kind of beauty. What was even more excessive was that Zhao Ji even poked out her tongue. It was not until Mrs. Mingzhu was panting that Zhao Ji let go of Mrs. Mingzhu without any satisfaction and pursed her tongue.

"The smell in your mouth these days is a bit strange." Zhao Ji, who was pursing her lips, hesitated.

"No." Mrs. Mingzhu looked at Zhao Ji innocently, with a hint of guilt on her bright red face.

Fortunately, Zhao Ji, who has never been rigorous in his personality, did not notice the abnormality of Mrs. Mingzhu, otherwise Mrs. Mingzhu would have wanted to die very much.

As for the seemingly unrestrained smell that Zhao Ji noticed, Zhao Ji couldn't tell it, but Mrs. Mingzhu herself knew it clearly. Once it was exposed, she could not imagine it.

But it is precisely because of this that it adds an indescribable stimulation, and a secret belonging to the Pearl Madam was born.

After using breakfast, Zhao Ji suddenly asked Mrs. Mingzhu again, "What strange things have you eaten recently?"

My wife Mingzhu, who thought she had passed the test, was so scared that she almost broke her defense by Zhao Ji's sudden attack, and even the wooden bowl containing the fish soup in her hand was almost out of hand.

"No." Mrs. Mingzhu's smile became a little stiff at this time.

Fortunately, Zhao Ji did not delve into it. She could see that Mrs. Mingzhu should not tell the truth, but she thought that she would not harm her, so she left an opportunity for her first confidant to keep her secret.

But Mrs. Mingzhu only felt that her back was greasy, but she was scared and sweated coldly just now.

"I was really proud. How could the Empress Dowager be as the king said?" Mrs. Mingzhu said to herself.

If you can survive and live well in this palace, there will be no real stupid person.

I can't be more dying, otherwise the empress dowager would be fine. If the king found something, I would have finished playing.

The terrified Mrs. Mingzhu was a little cowardly.

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In Xianyang Palace, the spacious hall was occupied by a huge sand table. This one gathered the most accurate war weapon of the world formed by the world's top map making masters and Qin Mo's disciples, and formed by various corrections by a group of veterans such as Meng Ao and Huan Yi, and appeared in this hall at this time.

However, if you observe carefully, you can find that the locations of the four kingdoms of Qin, Zhao, Yan and Wei in this sand table are much more refined, while the two kingdoms of Qi and Chu are not accurate enough. The reason is of course the contribution of Guo Kaiyan and Chunjun and others.

"All the generals have finished reading the information?" Ying Zheng, who was on the throne, stared at the sand table in front of him and asked.

Around the sand table, Meng Ao, Huan Yi, Meng Wu, Ben Yang Duanhe and others were surrounded.

Everyone agreed in unison.

"The enemy will roughly attack after the autumn harvest, so before that, our Qin State must deal with it. Moreover, this time is different from before, the two counties of Yingchuan and Sanchuan thought that our Qin State's territory could naturally not allow the enemy to gather troops under Hangu Pass. Therefore, our Qin State must keep the enemy from outside the national gate this time." Ying Zheng continued.

As the natural dangers of Hangu Pass gradually expanded with the Qin territory, especially after the establishment of Yingchuan County, Hangu Pass had changed from the frontier of the Qin State to the hinterland. It was a bit unreasonable to let the coalition forces attack under Hangu Pass.

"All the generals can discuss a specific military strategy based on the contents of the information." Ying Zheng had already taken up his skills to walk towards the palace gate.

"I dare to ask the king, what is our army's goal this time?" Meng Ao, the veteran with the highest qualifications and status, asked first.

"It is better to cut off one finger than to hurt his ten fingers. Chu and Wei only seek defense, and Zhao State is in a direction, so as to completely wipe out the entire body." Ying Zheng, who passed the sand table, pointed at the position of Zhao State and said.

The coalition learned from the previous lessons and chose the strategy of split-up and joint attack this time. It cannot be said that it is wrong, but it is not much right.

When gathering troops, it is difficult to work together because the army is too large. If the division of troops and attacks together, the Qin army can be dispersed. As long as one can win, the advantage can be infinitely expanded.

But they also have to face the risk of being defeated by each one.

The coalition forces could think of this, but they could hardly imagine that what Ying Zheng asked for was as simple as defeating each one. He didn't want much, but he was even more ruthless.

The four-nation coalition forces only have Zhao State.

If Zhao Wangyan could know Ying Zheng’s plan in advance, he might have made another choice.

It was not until noon that Meng Ao and others formulated a practical plan, and Meng Ao, the leader of the generals, took on the role of the final report.

"In order to resist the attacks of Chu State on Nanyang and Nanjun, our army needs 200,000 troops. In the direction of Yingchuan, because there is no danger to defend, and it is possible to be attacked by Zhao and Chu at any time, it requires 100,000 troops, or even more. The king required the plan to completely wipe out the Zhao army. Without 300,000 troops, it is impossible to achieve the troops of Yan State. As well as the forces of our Qin State, our Qin needs to dispatch 600,000 troops, and this is not all. We still need to collect 100,000 troops as reserved troops to deal with possible changes at any time."

"Seven hundred thousand troops?"

Although Ying Zheng had already made predictions, when he heard Meng Ao say an accurate number, Ying Zheng still felt that the number was too big.

Although Qin was able to collect 700,000 troops, it was possible to recruit all males of the right age in the country at that time. If so, domestic production would completely stagnate, even Zheng Guoqu was no exception.

"The old general sent this military strategy to the prime minister, and he cooperated with the old general to collect food, grass and weapons, and first according to the standard of 600,000 people." Ying Zheng put a seal on the script and put it away again and handed it over to Meng Ao.

When he returned to the palace, Ying Zheng found that Jingyu was taking a nap again, while Honglian was standing alone on the desk, and his small body was moving even more.

Ying Zheng, whose curiosity was aroused by Honglian, couldn't help but let go. With his ability at this moment, if he deliberately let go, even Jingyu was difficult to detect. When Ying Zheng came behind Honglian and looked over Honglian's head, his face became strange.

I saw Honglian gesture on the desk with her palm, and even muttering: "Three inches, six inches, nine inches...Four feet five, four feet eight..."

"Is it five feet long?" Honglian hesitated at the length she marked.

"However, she was talking about a distance of four or five feet, but is it four feet? Or five feet?" Honglian, who was annoyed, shook her neck, which was sore because she was lying on the desk on the book for too long, and Ying Zheng's slightly lowered head was just reflected in Honglian's eyes.

The panicked Honglian staggered backwards. Fortunately, Ying Zheng reached out and picked up Honglian, who was about to perform a tragedy. Ying Zheng, who was holding the clothes on the back of the red lotus' neck, lifted Honglian and asked a question that would make Honglian bury himself in the dig a hole.
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