Chapter 58 Some people are born with great brilliance.
National humiliation is carved on stone and the monument is stained with blood.
The atmosphere in the political hall was solemn, Ying Quliang was silent, and no one else spoke. The hall was filled with a strong smell of blood.
At this time, Ying Quliang's face was pale, his body was weak, he had lost too much blood, and he was a little dizzy at the moment.
In the end, this court meeting was abandoned.
Ying Quliang's state and the mood of the ministers were not suitable for a court meeting. Making decisions based on emotions would often make a matter worse.
Back at the mansion, Huang took a sip of tea and received news from the Central Government that Chemo had been in contact with the Bai Chamber of Commerce and that the framework of the Sun Chamber of Commerce had been completed.
With the initial investment, the Sun Chamber of Commerce is transitioning into a mature chamber of commerce in a short period of time. As long as it passes, it will be self-sufficient.
Half a year later, money and food will be provided in reverse.
Now that the chamber of commerce has just been established, whether it is opening channels or building relationships, money and food are needed for its own development and growth.
If it weren't for the share of profits sent by Bai's Chamber of Commerce, it would have been unsustainable just relying on Xitu's victory.
Three thousand cavalry are also training day and night. After the Xipi War, some of the cattle and sheep from the major tribes were given to Ying Quliang, and the rest were provided to the cavalry and Fushui Fang.
Such training is a luxury.
In the entire Central Plains, there is no country that trains soldiers like Huang. Every day, there must be a meal of meat.
Precisely because of the liberalized supply, the soldiers became visibly stronger, and their bodies gradually gained a strong aura.
As for Fushui Fang and the cavalry, Yang was responsible for teaching the writings and languages of the Six Nations, while Zi Cheshi and Zi Cheying were responsible for training the art of military formations.
Xianglidu was responsible for teaching assassination and training Qingshuifang dead soldiers, while Huang was personally responsible for ideological education and construction, instilling loyalty and faith.
Regarding martial arts, Huang was persistent, but he had not yet stepped from the peak of Ming Jin to Dark Jin.
Huang knew clearly that he had too many distracting thoughts in his mind and his mind was not pure enough. He could only hone himself, feel the legacy of his ancestors, understand the vastness of mountains and rivers, and use nature to purify his distracting thoughts.
"National Preceptor, Your Majesty has invited you." Uncle Hei's voice came, and Huang stood up and walked outside the mansion.
"Uncle Hei, let's go."
Riding on horseback, a quarter of an hour later, Huang arrived at Yueyang Palace and saw the pale Ying Quliang again.
In the dormitory, only Ying Qian and an old woman were waiting, and the imperial doctor ordered them to stay outside the dormitory.
"National Master!" Ying Qian said, and the atmosphere in the dormitory relaxed. The air seemed to stop and start flowing, and the room became more alive.
"Your Majesty."
He handed over to Ying Quliang, then Sui Huang nodded towards Ying Qian: "General."
Finally, Huang saluted the old lady: "Huang has met the old lady."
At this time, there was no title of Queen Mother, and the wife of the king became the wife of the country.
The old man nodded and a smile appeared on his face, which was a bit far-fetched: "There is no need to be polite, Imperial Master. I just came to see Quliang."
After some greetings and greetings.
That's all, Ying Quliang Xianghuang said: "National Master, Qin's western frontier has been victorious, and the crisis has abated slightly. However, the six countries have formed an alliance to restrict their merchants from trading with Qin."
"Qin did not have any allies among the princes in Shandong. The small and medium princes were forced by the pressure of the six kingdoms and did not dare to trade with Qin."
"Now Qin is in urgent need of food, salt, iron, linen, etc."
"At present, among the countries in the Central Plains, only King Ji of Zhou has not severed contact with Qin, and there are still bequests from his ancestors. I plan to borrow some from the Zhou royal family to tide over the current crisis."
At this moment, the three of them, Ying Quliang, all turned their attention to Huang. Finally, Ying Quliang handed over to Huang and said, "I would like to trouble the Imperial Counselor to go to the Ji of the King of Zhou, meet with the King of Zhou, and borrow a batch of grain, salt and iron."
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"good."
Without hesitation, Huang agreed.
Firstly, he needs to temper himself, travel through mountains and rivers, and let himself go from light to darkness. Secondly, Jingjian is in Anyi, and now there is no one available for Ying Quliang.
"Your Majesty, please live and recuperate. Whether Qin is strong or not depends on you alone."
After bidding farewell to Ying Quliang and others, Huang returned to his mansion. This time he entered Luoyang Wangji, and he needed to make some preparations.
What Ying Quliang could think of, and what other countries could think of, was that there would be no peace of mind along the way. The prerequisite for anything to be accomplished is to survive.
"Quliang, is it appropriate to let the Imperial Preceptor go?" The old lady's face was solemn, with worries in her eyes: "The Imperial Preceptor is too young, still a teenager..."
"Mom, there is no more suitable candidate in Qin State than him!" Ying Quliang smiled, he believed in Huang.
"Mom, Quliang is right. Although this Imperial Master is young, he is very experienced in dealing with people, just like a cunning fox."
Ying Qian looked calm and comforted him: "Besides, the Imperial Master has murderous intentions and does things cleanly and resolutely, unlike ordinary people."
"Hey, I don't know how the progress is going with Supervisor Jing and the little sister?" Ying Quliang sighed, feeling anxious.
Ying Qian patted Ying Quliang, comforted him, and said, "Quliang, don't worry. Everything the scene supervisor has sent is good news. There shouldn't be any big changes."
Wei Yang looked at Jingjian in a funny way, who was rejected by the old man and turned into a quail, then he raised his hand to the old man and said.
"May I ask which family your senior comes from?"
Hearing this, the old man shook his head and smiled, saying: "I am undisciplined by nature, and what I have learned is only superficial. There is no one who specializes."
Jing Jian rolled his eyes, making calculations in his mind. He looked at the old man for a while, then at Wei Yang, and drank a glass of wine to strengthen his courage.
"I wonder if seniors and sirs have high opinions on the general trend of the world?"
Wei Yang smiled and couldn't help but pick up the wine cup and take a sip. He quietly looked at the old man at the next table. When he saw Wei Yang looking over, the old man laughed and scolded: "Slippery."
"Young people should show off their talents and hide their weaknesses secretly. It is not a good sign."
After taking a sip of Song wine, the old man sighed: "The general trend of the world lies in the seven countries, and the other countries will perish one by one."
"Each of the seven countries has the ambition to dominate and rule the world, and only they have the potential. As for who will win the world in the end, it depends on who can completely change it."
"The hegemony of the world is not permanent."
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The old man only spoke a few words, but they were loud and clear. Wei Yang drank all the Zhao wine in one gulp and felt heroic in his chest.
At this moment, after drinking another cup, Wei Yang stood up and said impassionedly: "In today's world, the warring states are fighting for supremacy, and the princes are trying to survive. This is the general trend."
"Everyone who strives for supremacy in the world is eager for quick success and quick gains. They only focus on fighting with troops, but do not think about the fundamental struggle. This is why fighting makes it difficult to be a hero, being a hero is difficult to dominate, and being dominant makes it difficult to be a king."
While chatting, Wei Yang discussed the world with wine, at this moment, everyone's eyes in the Dongxiangchun Hall fell on Wei Yang.
The old man's eyes flashed and he nodded secretly. The scene supervisor was overjoyed and his eyes were burning.
Hei Lin looked at Wei Yang and was fascinated for a moment.
That's a heart-pounding feeling.
On the second floor, there is a young lady.
She looked at the guard Yang Yang in the hall who was so high-spirited, her eyes full of splendor.
At this moment, Wei Yang was as dazzling as the sun. Although he was dressed simply, he was so radiant that he became the only focus at this moment.