Second possibility

In the main tent of the Qi-Lu Allied Forces, there were two open silk letters on Prime Minister Lu's case.

One was a letter from the general of the state of Lu requesting reinforcements from the capital, and the other was a military order from the state of Lu asking him to attack Wangzhou by storm. Xun Ren, who stood in front of him, was dressed in white and could not see the embarrassment of running around day and night at all, but his expression was a bit strange. I can't control my stern face,

"Wei State has long been a powerful soldier. If there is food and grass, how could it be trapped in Wangzhou for such a long time? Prime Minister Lu, don't forget King Lu's entrustment, so that the century-old plan of Lu State will come to naught!"

The fight outside was only a hundred miles away, and the sound of drums came to the tent one after another, making Lu Xiang's already flustered heart even more anxious.

He looked up at Xun Ren, with a cold light in his eyes, but asked in a calm voice:

"Does Qi Xiang know who is sitting in Wangzhou City?"

Xun Ren did not show weakness,

"The king of the state of Wei is not here..."

Lu Xiang didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and continued to ask questions.

"According to your country's rhetoric, Wei Guo should have withdrawn from Wangzhou a month ago due to lack of food and grass, but now, the king of Wei Guo has been in Wangzhou for two months, and the allied forces are unable to attack. .”

After the words fell, he asked word by word:

"Qi Xiang thinks that Qi told him that he would rather be trapped and die in Wangzhou to transfer food and grass to his good brother General Qi Lian?"

Xun Ren was angry at Qi Rang's manipulation, but he still calmed Lu Xiang patiently.

"Qilian's news may not be true. Wei Jun's purpose is just to get Lu to retreat. I assure you that in less than a month, Wangzhou will definitely be captured by us. Once the first danger is broken, Wei will be defeated by then." The territory is not up to us to choose.”

Lu Xiang glanced at him, put away the silk and put it in his arms, took the crutch handed by the attendant behind him and got up and said:

"If we lose our capital and lose our ruler, I'm afraid that Lu will be ruled by Qi just like Wei."

When Lu Xiang walked out of the camp, Xun Ren flicked his sleeves, and the bamboo slips and inkstones were scattered all over the ground, and the tiredness that could not be concealed was on his cold and proud face.

On the fifth day when the news reached Wangzhou, the State of Lu finally chose to withdraw its troops.

Looking at the soldiers retreating densely in the distance in the dark from the city wall, Qi Rang breathed a sigh of relief.

Wangzhou is at the junction of Qi and Wei, and the Lu army had to go through the Qi state to get here, and the consumables were exhausted. The king of Lu's calculation from the beginning was to swallow the Wei state together with the Qi state.

But at this time, the Lu army returned without success, and the government of Lu State would be in chaos. No matter whether Qi Lian really approached Ludu or not, as long as it spreads in the ears of the world, the false will become true.

Even if King Lu found out that something was wrong with Qi Lian, the courtiers would stop King Lu from dispatching troops and no longer trust him.Even more smoothly, Qi Rang can secretly push a son who is pro-Wei to the throne.

In any case, there was finally some progress, and the State of Lu would no longer pose a threat in a short time.

Chu Zhao came back from the front line to investigate and found that Qi Rang was not in the village, so he climbed up the city wall again.

The cool wind from above blew up Qi Rang's black robe. Chu Zhao took off the helmet and held it in his hand. The corpse-like soldier said:

"When the new food arrives this autumn, it will probably last for a while longer. The king's timing is good, but it's not a long-term solution after all. The more the general goes deep into the country of Lu, the more..."

Qi Rang suddenly laughed in the night.

Chu Zhao paused,

"Why is the king laughing?"

No matter the generals or soldiers in the Wei camp, most of them haven’t had a good rest for several nights. Qi Rang raised his hand and wiped off a mud mark on Chu Zhao’s side face casually, and said with a smile:

"It's just that I haven't heard the general's nagging for a long time, and I miss it."

Chu Zhao's back, which was leaning against the city wall at random, was as stiff as an iron plate. He held his breath and tried to relax himself, but saw Qi Rang lift his chin, getting closer and closer to him, and then...

"The grain and grass are here!"

"Food! Grain!"

There was a sudden noise from behind, Qi Rang was stunned for a moment, then turned around, let go of Chu Zhao and strode down, and saw Qi Yuan, whom he hadn't seen for more than a year, standing beside the grain truck, rushing towards him. smiled,

"The minister is late, please punish the king."

Qi Rang stepped forward and punched him hard,

"Xiangguo is a hero of our Great Wei, what punishment is there!"

After speaking, he pulled Qi Yuan's sleeves and walked into the village amidst cheers. When he stepped on the steps, he thought of Chu Zhao's words that night, and looked back at the city wall not far away, and found that he was still there. Standing there, he smiled at him, waved to him and signaled him to follow, and then entered the stockade.

Qi Yuan saw Qi Rang's actions in his eyes, with a teasing smile on his face,

"General Chu finally got his wish?"

Chu Zhao's use of emotion was too obvious, even if Qi Yuan didn't know that the two of them had really had a night, he had already noticed his intentions.

Qi Rang glanced at him,

"Xiangguo is in a good mood. It seems that the past year has been easier than everyone imagined."

After Qi Yuan coughed, he quickly solemnized his face and handed over Shu Chuan's accounts.

"What is your majesty going to do next?"

The richness of the land of Shuchuan was even more surprising than Qi Rang expected. He looked up at Qi Yuan,

"If the Wei State dominates the Central Plains in the future, the Prime Minister will definitely take the lead."

The weight of this sentence is too heavy, Qi Yuan knelt down and kowtowed neatly,

"Wang for ten thousand years, Wei Guo for ten thousand years."

The first month of the ninth year of Yuanfeng

The palace of the State of Wei is different from the shabby state of the New Year a few years ago. The palace people carry lanterns and walk through the palaces, preparing for the banquet in an orderly manner. Even though the monarch has left first, The ministers still exchanged cups and laughed happily because of the joy of the upcoming reunification.

And in the alley outside the palace gate, Qi Rang, who had already changed into casual clothes, was boarding the carriage prepared in advance with Chu Zhao.

"Where are you going, my lord?"

A luminous pearl was placed on the wooden table in the middle of the car, illuminating the car as if it were daytime. Qi Rang didn't open his eyes when he heard the words, but stretched his left hand to the side to hold Chu Zhao's right hand, and held the overlapping two Both hands were retracted into the sleeves together.

Qi Rang has been avoiding talking about feelings with Chu Zhao in this life, because he feels that he can't give Chu Zhao the love he wants, and he is sorry for the person who came back from the gate of hell alone and was ordered to be beheaded by him and dedicated to the Qi army. He dared not make any decisions until all the light was sure to be seen.

Fortunately, Chu Zhao never asked him anything.

The wheels rolled over the snow that hadn't been cleared in the future, making a creaking sound, and finally stopped in front of a brightly lit mountain villa.

Qi Rang lifted the curtain of the car and took a look outside, then jumped out of the car first, and then extended his hand to Chu Zhao who was about to jump off.

Chu Zhao was startled, shook his head with a smile, still held his hand before jumping off, and then looked around.

"This is... Qi Yuan's other courtyard?"

Qi Rang's eyes reflected the light of the torch not far away, and his face did not look serious as before, but rather warm.

While pulling Chu Zhao to walk in, he replied softly:

"It is said to be Qi Yuan's other courtyard, but in fact it was bought by a widow. They come here to rest in summer, and use it to hold some banquets that are not convenient to come out in winter."

Chu Zhao suddenly replied,

"It turns out that Xiangguo's other courtyard is also the emperor's residence."

As soon as the words were finished, both of them were taken aback for a moment. After recovering, Qi Rang couldn't hold back a muffled laugh,

"Why can't you forget Qi Yuan so much?"

Chu Zhao didn't answer, and there was some annoyance on his face.

Qi Rang led him back and forth for a while without making a sound, until he reached an empty plum grove, stopped, and then stroked the thick callus on Chu Zhao's tiger's mouth due to martial arts practice, with a happy expression,

"The widow brought you here not to make you jealous, but to give you something."

Chu Zhao was surprised,

"what?"

Qi Rang did not know when there was a plum blossom in his hand. He raised his hand and handed it to Chu Zhao, blinking,

"I see that the young master is graceful and graceful but no one has voted for plums. I just happen to have a branch that I have nowhere to give away. Why don't I give it to you, poor young master."

The familiar words successfully brought back the shameful memories of the past, and Chu Zhao's face flushed instantly.

That year at Mingshiju, he only recognized Qi Yuan next to Qi Rang, and after inquiring all kinds of things to no avail, he joined Qi Yuan's sect and wanted to become an official in Wei State.

There were thousands of Qi Yuan's disciples, and he didn't meet Qi Yuan directly. When he was thinking about how to get Qi Yuan to notice him and ask about Qi Rang's identity, he met again at the Lulin Banquet held by the Prime Minister's Mansion. Arrived at Qi Rang.

The Lulin Banquet is a folk custom in the state of Wei. In addition to allowing scholars to speak eloquently and have the opportunity to learn from each other, there is also a major feature, that is, after the discussion, men and women participating in the banquet can throw plums to each other, and only one branch in each hand is specially marked The person who gets the most plum blossoms will be the winner at the end of the banquet.

Back then, Qi Rang was still the prince, and he was pretending to see He Liangcai, but he was about to leave after listening to the debate of the scholars, when he was stopped on the way and received a plum blossom.

The young man who cut him off looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he was stuttering when he had a good-looking face.

"I...I, I see you..."

He himself seemed to have noticed his stumbling, and then he raised his voice and shouted to him in a loud voice:

"I see that the young master is graceful and graceful but no one has voted for plums. I just happen to have a branch that I have nowhere to give away. Why don't I give it to you, poor young master."

After speaking, he forced the plum blossom into his arms, and disappeared without caring whether he caught it or not.

At that time, Qi Rang looked at the plum blossoms falling in the snow, and was really stunned for a long time.

Later, when he told Qi Yuan, Qi Yuan often laughed at him about it.

At this moment, Chu Zhao turned his head in embarrassment,

"You still remember."

Qi Rang broke his face, looked at him and said with a smile:

"You're a little too unconfident about your face."

a meal,

"What's more, it's the first time I've received a love interest from a man."

Chu Zhao thought to himself that he didn't see you remembering me when we first met, but watched Qi Rang kiss him unconsciously.

When the two lips met, he realized what he was doing. Just as he wanted to separate, Qi Rang wrapped his arms around his waist and pinched his chin to deepen the kiss.

Chu Zhao's eyes changed from sober to obsessed, he was picked up by Qi Rang in a daze, the scenery around him flashed by, and then he entered a wooden house not far away.

The warmth of the charcoal fire in the room made him feel relieved, remembering the only experience the two of them had before, he shook his hands, grabbed Qi Rang's clothes with lowered eyes, a little bit of rejection but didn't use much force,

"My lord, what do you mean tonight..."

Qi Rang lowered his head and kissed his eyebrows and eyes, then touched his lips downwards,

"The general doesn't want to?"

Chu Zhao had a lot of thoughts in his mind, such as the unification battle that is about to end, such as Qi Rang and Qi Lian awarding a large area of ​​land to Prince Jing at the banquet, and even Qi Yuan euphemistically reminding him of the recent sensitive period Keep a low profile.

He raised his eyes to look at Qi Rang, but for a moment he couldn't tell what his status was to Qi Rang, and what to answer.

After a while, thinking about what others did, he put his hands on Qi Rang's waist, and told Qi Rang what he thought with actions.

Qi Rang's fingers clasped his back to make him close to him, and he let him take off his coat until the two of them walked to the bed step by step, Chu Zhao let go of his bun, and the man who had stepped on thousands of horses and horses once Killing Juan's body began to tremble unconsciously, and Qi Rang pushed him down on the bed.

The candles beside the cave have been extinguished, only the charcoal fire in the basin is still crackling and flickering.

Chu Zhao's body became more and more tense, and Qi Rang said a little funnyly:

"Why are you so nervous?"

He noticed that Chu Zhao in the darkness held his breath and took a deep breath, then gradually relaxed his body, and called him,

"Kings."

Qi Rang didn't stop moving.

"Ok?"

Chu Zhao said after a while:

"When the war is over, I want to resign."

Qi Rang was only slightly awake at this time.

He stroked Chu Zhao's hair, but didn't get up, and stared at Chu Zhao's eyes with the light,

"Afraid that the widow will fear you?"

Chu Zhao didn't respond.

In fact, Qi Rang's temper has not been very good since a few years ago. When there are many wars, the court is less chaotic, but it is not rare that the nine clans were wiped out by bloodshed.

Some old ministers couldn't figure out the king's way, so they relied on their clan background to try to suppress the young monarch's aura.

Chu Zhao knew that it would be a shame to say this now, but before this relationship that was destined to be reviled by history books happened, he wanted to hear this person give him an answer.

It may be political, it may not be.

Qi Rang looked at it but didn't feel any annoyance, he pinched something in the quilt lightly and said with a smile:

"The widow is so unattractive to the general, and he can still think about outside things at this time."

A tremor ran through his body, Chu Zhao saw that he was teasing vaguely on purpose, and knew that he would not hear the answer tonight, so he stretched out his hand to Qi Rang and let him close to him with his own strength, and lightly bit his chin , a free and easy rhetorical question.

"The king really doesn't know his own charm?"

Qi Rang liked his magnanimity, smiled lightly and bent down.

After a night of cloud and rain in Wushan, when Chu Zhao was so tired that he didn't even bother to open his eyes and wanted to fall asleep, he noticed that the people around him brushed the hair from his face, and the voice was barely audible.

"Azhao, I don't know how to express my feelings, but you will always know."