Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

"Master, the younger ones are all asking about Master Xiang Yu's prestige, while the older ones still care about King Chu..."

Xiang Liang knew that the other party's words were tactful. After all, which family is dominated by young people?

After his eyes moved slightly, Xiang Liang quickly said,

"I know, the king of Chu has to make offerings, and give whatever he wants, but there is one rule, he is not allowed to contact those people."

The housekeeper should be soon.

Xiang Liang turned his head to look at Xiang Yu, and found that the other party didn't care at all, so he nodded with a smile,

"Now is the time when all the heroes are rising together. Although we are rebelling in the name of the Six Kingdoms, this is a good time for my Xiang family to rise up!"

He was a little worried that Xiang Yu would resist this kind of thing.

Xiang Yu returned at this time,

"Uncle, don't worry, only true heroes deserve my admiration."

"This king of Chu is just a common man!"

Xiang Liang smiled and said,

"Well, but in front of people, you can't be rude!"

"When your prestige rises in the future, then find a way to get him away."

Xiang Yu nodded in agreement. In his heart, only Zhao Lang could be compared with him now.

That king of Chu is just a puppet.

At this moment, a servant hurried in,

"Master, a letter from Dongjiao County."

Xiang Liang took the letter directly and said with a smile,

"Dongjiao County, it should be Tian Rong, no, it's Qi Wang Tianrong who came to the news, and the days are about the same."

A trace of doubt flashed in Xiang Yu's eyes, but he didn't know his uncle's arrangement.

Besides, isn't this King Qi Tian Du?

It's just that before Xiang Yu could ask a question, Xiang Liang, who was reading the letter, became more and more ugly, and finally said angrily,

"No reason!"

"Zhao Lang, how dare you be so rampant!"

Xiang Yu was stunned for a moment, why did he get involved with Zhao Lang?

Hastily asked,

"Uncle, what happened?"

Xiang Liang suppressed his anger, handed the letter to Xiang Yu, and said,

"See for yourself!"

"Children Zhao Lang dared to blatantly tell this old man that he wants to compete for the position of the leader of the Six Nations!"

"Yu'er, you still wanted to stand side by side with him back then, look, Zhao Lang acted so arrogantly, how could he tolerate you!"

Xiang Yu also finished reading the letter at this time, and frowned slightly.

Indeed, Zhao Lang almost publicly declared war on Xiang Liang in his letter, and he didn't give any good words.

It is indeed a bit excessive.

"Hmph, well, Yu'er, go and do your own work first. Uncle writes to Han Wangxin to see what's going on with him."

"Anyway, it's good that you know the true face of this person!"

After speaking, Xiang Liang left angrily.

Xiang Yu took the letter and walked towards his room.

After only walking a few steps, he saw his little uncle Xiang Bo.

The other party took a look at him, then walked away with a smile, which made him a little confused.

So he asked,

"Little uncle, why are you so happy?"

When Xiang Bo heard the question, he waved his hands repeatedly and said,

"Nothing, nothing!"

But the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

Xiang Yu suddenly became more curious, chased after him and asked,

"Little uncle, what's the matter!"

"Just tell me."

Xiang Bo repeatedly said,

"It's nothing, it's nothing, Yu'er, stop asking, Young Master Lang won't let me tell you!"

"Girl Lang!? He wrote you a letter?"

Xiang Yu frowned suddenly, of course he is not a stupid person.

Zhao Lang wrote to Xiang Liang while writing to Xiang Bo.

Obviously wrong!

Xiang Bo complained somewhat,

"I just told you not to ask, if Gong Zilang finds out, he will definitely blame me."

Xiang Yu's face turned serious, and he said with a bit of sternness,

"Little uncle, Young Master Lang and we are not on the same path now, so don't leak secrets for a little money and miss a big deal!"

He knew that his little uncle was greedy for money, so all the money in the family would not pass through his hands.