"Brother Xiang, I really need to trouble you this time..." In one side of the tent, Zhang Liang saw the person he wanted to see, who was an acquaintance of his from Xiang Yu's army.
This person was in Xiang Yu's army and controlled the transportation of grain and grass. He was considered to have a high position of authority. However, although he was Xiang Yu's uncle, he did not have much say.
His name is Xiang Bo.
Xiang Bo and Zhang Liang traveled around the world after Qin's fall to the Six Kingdoms and met several times. Even when Zhang Liang assassinated Qin Shihuang and fled, Xiang Bo helped a lot and they had a deep friendship.
"Zifang, even if you find me, it won't do much..." Xiang Bo sighed slightly and smiled bitterly, "I am a grain transport officer, and I don't have any dignity like Father Ji."
It exists.”
"You came here this time to ask me to put in a good word for Pei Gong in front of Xiang Yu?"
Zhang Liang also realized that something might be wrong. He nodded first and then asked: "Brother, what's the matter?"
"Could it be that Xiang Yu...?"
His eyelids twitched, and he pointed his sword into the air, silently gesticulating on his neck.
What he meant was that it was possible that Xiang Yu wanted to kill Pei Gong here?
"No, no, no, don't think about it." Xiang Bo quickly shook his head, waved his hand with a smile, "Xiang Yu is still measured... well-measured, right?"
The atmosphere fell into a somewhat awkward calm.
"Brother Xiang, what you said..." Zhang Liang couldn't help but look at Uncle Xiang helplessly.
You are not even sure what you are talking about...
"Zifang, I may not be able to help you much this time..." After a long silence, Uncle Xiang showed a self-deprecating smile and lowered his head slightly, "My current official position sounds good, and I control the food and grass."
In terms of transportation and combat opportunities, he is also the third uncle of General Xiang Yu, with a 'high and powerful position'..."
"But actually?"
"Zifang, I'm probably the most useless person in my life during this period of time."
Zhang Liang looked at Xiang Bo's somewhat absent-minded eyes, sighed, and did not ask Xiang Bo what was going on.
This kind of thing can be understood just by thinking about it.
While Zhang Liang was deep in thought, Xiang Bo, who was slightly frustrated, smiled and patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder.
"Zifang, don't worry. If Xiang Yu really wants to kill Pei Gong, he can just attack the city. Why bother to hold a Hongmen Banquet? After all, his temperament has always been straightforward."
Zhang Liang was stunned, and Xiang Bo continued.
"But it is impossible to say that Pei Gong is not in any danger at this Hongmen Banquet."
"When the time comes, you will act according to the opportunity, and I will help you from the side. At least Pei Gong's life will be safe."
Zhang Liang looked into Xiang Bo's serious eyes and couldn't help but nodded.
"The ovary will never forget your kindness." Zhang Liang folded his hands, lowered his head, and solemnly thanked Bo Xiang.
"Sigh. We have known each other for a long time. There is no need to resort to such nonsense." Xiang Bo waved his hands and shook his head, with a smile on his face. "Let me tell you where Pei Gong is now.
That’s good, although you shouldn’t have any intention of harming others, it’s also beneficial for you to know the situation at the banquet in advance.”
"But in this case, brother, you..." Zhang Liang also stood up and looked at Xiang Bo anxiously.
"Don't worry about me. I'm not very trusted here. No matter how close the situation is, it's almost better." He waved his hand, and Xiang Bo motioned to Zhang Liang to bring Liu Ji over first, "Zifang, you are one of my few."
I’m a good friend, so what if I help you once?”
Not far away, behind the side tent, a sturdy figure sat on a wooden box aside, pursed his lips, and looked dimly in his eyes.
Brother, what do you want me to know by letting me see this...?
Or are you saying that you yourself are indifferent to the things in your own eyes?
Not long after, Liu Ji had arrived at the side tent. Xiang Bo introduced him to the arrangements for the banquet, but Xiang An was not in the mood to listen any more. He stood up and turned to leave.
It's not that he is indifferent, but that he is helpless.
The greatest cruelty is the indifference of those who are prophetic and enlightened.
Xiang An didn't believe that Xiang Yu didn't see all this, but Xiang Yu just sat back and watched it happen.
Can't figure it out.
Can't figure it out.
Can the feelings of loved ones be manipulated at will?
...
An hour later, it was dark.
The tent in Hongmen was still brightly lit.
This banquet was not specially hosted by Xiang Yu to entertain Liu Ji. Liu Ji was just the protagonist, not the only one.
Most of the princes and famous generals from all walks of life attended this banquet. The Hongmen Banquet was indeed a grand event.
Xiang Yu vacated a large open space in the center of the camp as a dance floor, and found several dancers from the surrounding cities. They were dancing on the dance floor in the center. All the princes were sitting around them, but they were all in the outer circle.
Sitting in the inner circle are all great people.
Xiang Yu sat west to east, holding a wine glass and saying nothing. Beside him, Xiang An sat on his left hand, holding his chest and lowering his head, unable to see his expression clearly. Sitting on his right hand was Zijuan, sitting in a regular posture, the same
He was silent, just staring at the food in front of him.
On the left side of Xiang Yu, sitting facing south, are Xiang Yu's younger brother Fan Zeng, his third uncle Xiang Bo, and his fourth uncle Xiang Lu. The three of them had different expressions. Both Xiang Bo and Fan Zeng were sitting expressionlessly.
Looking a little frustrated, Xiang Lu shook his wine glass and curled up, feeling quite content.
Opposite the three of them, Liu Ji sat facing north and south. Unlike the two seats in the northwest, Liu Ji sat by himself. He looked a little embarrassed, and there was a conspicuous drop of cold sweat on his face. Under the influence of the candlelight
You can see it clearly below.
Sitting east to west, there were two people, Zhang Liang and Han Xin. Han Xin nodded to Zhang Liang and smiled, making Zhang Liang a little confused.
Han Xin can be regarded as a well-known counselor and confidant all over the world. Not to mention other things, in the two world-famous wars, the Battle of Pengcheng and the Battle of Zhangshui, there was the shadow of Han Xin behind them. He assisted Xiang An to become a victor.
The general also turned himself into a soldier with high reputation.
Liu Ji had many talented people, including Xiao He who organized logistics, Zhang Liang who took charge of the overall situation, and powerful generals like Fan Kuai and politicians like Li Shiqi who lobbied the world.
But Liu Ji heard Zhang Liang himself say: "When it comes to using troops, I am not as good as Han Xin."
Liu Ji sat in his seat and glanced slightly sideways in the direction of Zhang Liang and Han Xin. He knew Zhang Liang's ability very well, but Zhang Liang said that he was not as good as Han Xin in using troops...
"That's it, I'd like to have a drink with you all. Let's start the banquet." Xiang Yu didn't stand up, but just raised the glass filled with wine in his hand, with a cold expression on his face that made it difficult to guess what he was thinking.
"According to what the general said."
All the princes, including Liu Ji, raised their wine glasses and echoed.
Xiang An and Zijuan's eyes were always focused on Liu Ji, which made Liu Ji feel a little panicked.
Xiang Yu took the lead and drank the wine in one gulp.