Huang smiled and said: "Your Majesty, Confucius didn't travel around the world, did he intend to become an official?"
"As the saying goes, to govern a country and bring peace to the world, the more talented people are, the more confident they are. They all want to use their own talents and knowledge to change the world."
"As a scholar, what they want is to establish meritorious service, to be a prince for generations to come, and to have a wife and a son."
Taking a sip of wine, Ying Quliang chuckled: "Then what does the Imperial Master do?"
After hearing this, Huang was silent for a while, and then he opened his mouth to answer. Not only was his tone not impassioned, but he was extremely calm.
"At first, I joined the Qin army to fight, firstly for the sake of Qin, secondly for my family, and to survive for myself."
"When I came back from Shaoliang, I saw the vastness of the world. At that time, I was here to witness a piece of ancient history."
…
After chatting for a while, Huang stood up and said goodbye. Ying Quliang was very busy. Nowadays, he needs to make decisions on all matters in the court, big or small.
The new king who succeeds to the throne also needs to take control of the real power step by step under this kind of tempering.
It is not easy to stay in the wilderness for a long time.
"Your Majesty, I am going out for a few days. If anything happens, you can send someone to Lintao to look for me." Huang said, turned around and left.
Ying Quliang raised his head and looked at Huang: "Master, if Wei Marting enters Qin, how will he deal with himself, and what will happen to Qin?"
Hearing this, Huang stopped, turned to Ying Quliang, smiled, and said: "If Wei Yang enters Qin, you will be in charge of Qin, and no one can hinder your decision."
"The king and his ministers trust each other as if they were one person."
Wasteland left.
Ying Quliang gave Jing Jian a look, and Jing Jian quickly followed. In the huge political hall, only Ying Quliang and Uncle Hei were left.
When Huang walked away, Ying Quliang finally spoke: "Uncle Hei, what do you think of the Imperial Master?"
Uncle Hei frowned and then said: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Counselor has great talents. Since he became the Imperial Counselor of the Qin State, every time he has done things has gone smoothly."
"Even if I fought for Qin before and was never rewarded, I have no regrets."
"It's just that I find it strange that the Imperial Guard now has three thousand cavalry and has established the Sun Chamber of Commerce. He is in a high and powerful position, but he has no intention of getting involved in the court."
"Every time it is an invitation from your Majesty, otherwise the National Preceptor would never comment on the national policy, nor would he intervene in the power struggle..."
"Ha ha……"
With a chuckle, Ying Quliang answered: "The Imperial Advisor is a smart man. He has the ability to protect himself by holding cavalry. He founded the Sun Chamber of Commerce because his salary cannot afford to support that cavalry."
"If he doesn't interfere in state affairs, it's because he is a state advisor. He has a high status in Qin State, is equal to the king, and is aloof."
"Beyond that, the most important thing is that his pursuits are different from ours."
Speaking of this, Ying Quliang smiled inexplicably and said in a faint tone: "The Imperial Master entered the library of Qin Gong's office and the storage room of Luoyang, all in order to find the handwritings of Laozi and others."
"There was something he hadn't finished talking about just now. He returned from Shaoliang City not only to write an ancient history, but also to pursue immortality!"
"..."
Huang Xingxing did not hide anything. Anyone who is interested can deduce one or two things from his actions.
What's more, Ying Quliang.
…
"Master, let's have a drink together?" Jingjian followed Huang, with a smile on his face: "Master hasn't been to my house yet, how about you?"
Seeing Supervisor Jing's invitation, Huang smiled and nodded: "Nai Shi, please invite me to drink now. When Wei Yang comes back, you won't be able to escape."
"Haha, let's wait until Wei Yang comes back." Jing Jian replied with a smile.
There are not many familiar people in Yueyang, and the only ones who can drink and talk about girls together are Wei Yang and Jing Jian.
Of course, Zi Chaying, who was in a bloodbath together, is also one of them.
Therefore, Huang did not refuse.
The two people were talking while walking, and after a while, they entered a remote alley. The small courtyard at the end of the alley was the Jingjian's mansion.
Two rows of houses, six rooms in total.
Seeing this mansion, Huang couldn't help but shake his head. Nei Shi was already a middle- and high-level official in the Qin Kingdom, but Jing Jian still lived in such a shabby place.
From this point alone, we can see the character of Jing Jian, and we can also see that the Qin State today is really barren.
"The mansion is simple, don't be offended, Imperial Master." Jing Jian said, and then went to knock on the door.
The door opened with a "squeak", and a girl in simple clothes stretched out her head and smiled, saying: "Ah, you came back so early today?"
Seeing Huang, she couldn't help but blush slightly and said shyly: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that a guest was coming, which would make me embarrassed..."
"Invite the Imperial Master!" Jing Jian extended his hand to invite Huang to come in. He smiled bitterly and said, "I am an old friend, and the Imperial Master is laughing at me."
"What's wrong with you, little girl? You're really good-natured." Huang smiled and followed the scene supervisor into the door.
Jingjian was familiar with Huang and did not regard Huang as an outsider. When he walked into the courtyard, he motioned for Huang to sit down and then smiled and patted the little girl.
"Little Linghu, call me daddy." Then he pointed at Huang and introduced, "This is the Imperial Master. From now on, you can just call me Uncle Huang."
Hearing this, the little Linghu smiled mischievously: "How old are you if you don't bark?"
"The national teacher is not big either."
"Haha, you, a scenery supervisor with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually took advantage of me!"
Huang smiled and scolded Jingjian, looked at the little girl and said, "Little Linghu, how old are you?"
"Brother, National Master, I am thirteen this year."
Little Linghu is very cute. She is a well-born and well-born woman. She is not considered a lady in the family, but can barely be regarded as a jade girl in a small family. It can be seen that she is a very virtuous person.
"My daughter is here, Imperial Master, please stop talking nonsense!" Jing Jian smiled helplessly and touched the little girl's head: "Have you studied yet?"
Little Linghu made a face and smiled, and said: "I've read it, I've memorized it all."
"You sit with the Imperial Master while I prepare the banquet."
Watching Xiao Linghu leave, Supervisor Jing told the story of him and Xiao Linghu, who was the only daughter of one of his brothers in the army.
My old friend was a captain of thousands, but he died tragically in battle in his prime. Later, my wife followed my old friend.
Jing Jian then took the orphaned little Linghu home and adopted her as his adopted daughter, so that little Linghu would have someone to rely on and be able to survive in this troubled world.
After hearing the story, Huang took a sip of wine and couldn't help but fell silent.
He knew in his heart that these were troubled times.
War breaks out frequently, and death is the most normal thing. Especially when a young man dies, it often means that a family is broken up.
This shitty world.
It's very difficult for a man to live, let alone a little girl. If it weren't for Jingjian, little Linghu's fate would have been extremely miserable.
The troubled times will not end in a short time, so Huang did not do anything to disturb himself. He suppressed his thoughts and drank in silence.
…
Thinking of little Linghu's attitude towards Jingjian, Huang smiled and said: "Little Linghu is young and smart, and will definitely be an excellent assistant to the internal historian in the future."
Hearing this, Supervisor Jing looked slightly embarrassed: "Master, you're making fun of me too, how unkind you are!"
"At any rate, we were together
Seeing little Linghu coming out, Jing Jian paused and quickly changed his words: "From birth to death..."