It had just rained, and the clouds above Xianyang were clear and covered with a layer of water.

Zi Lanxuan in the sun, with a leisurely voice, closed her door to greet guests. In front of the door, the carriages and horses were neglected.

Zhao Shuang made a fuss, leaned against the railing, and watched the birds flying in the distance through the lake.

Zi Nu was combed her hair in front of the mirror, looking at Zhao Shuang on one side, and asked softly.

"So Weizhuang agreed?"

"Azhuang is Azhuang after all!"

Zhao Shuang smiled and looked at the sky. The clouds were swarming. After a while, the light in the sky was swallowed by the clouds.

The rain fell slightly, causing ripples in the lake.

The scorching summer day gradually faded into the blood with a rebellion in the distance. The autumn wind gradually rose and the chill swept through the house.

In the copper furnace, cigarettes were curling.

Zhao Shuang walked from the railing to the copper stove in the house, and heat was still emitted from the fine holes. Zhao Shuang opened the lid and added a few charcoal fires from the side. The scarlet flames slowly burned, emitting heat.

The space that was invaded by the autumn mood soon became warmer again, and the cold wind outside the house could not invade.

Zhao Shuang was wearing a single dress and leaned against the soft collapse.

Nongyu walked into the house with Changqin and sat in the side room through a curtain.

The purple girl picked up the steaming copper pot from the side, her hair fell down, and the hot hot water poured into the pottery thick tea cup. The tea leaves floated and the fragrance soon emerged.

The sound of the piano is melodious and spreads with the sound of rain, which is extremely pleasant.

Zhao Shuang closed her eyes and tapped her fingers, enjoying the melody of the music.

The door opened, Weizhuang walked in from outside, saw the scene in the house, walked to Zhao Shuang's side and sat down.

After a song, Zhao Shuang opened her eyes.

"I haven't seen each other for a few days, Miss Nongyu's piano skills have improved."

"Thank you to praise me!"

The purple girl was beside her and smiled slightly.

"Since last time you said that Nongyu's piano skills need to be improved, Nongyu has been practicing hard these days for a long time."

Zhao Shuang nodded and looked at Weizhuang.

"You have quit the position of the guest minister of the Prime Minister?"

Wei Zhuang nodded and placed the shark teeth on the table.

"What the hell do you know?"

"Lao Ai is easy to deal with, but the net behind him is a difficult problem. Now, Lu Buwei will have to be consistent with Lao Ai to some extent, which means that the net that was originally divided will bring new power."

Zhao Shuang looked at Wei Zhuang and smiled slightly.

"So, do you want to create an organization that can compete with the net."

"Organizations that can compete with the net?"

As Nong Yusu's fingers tweaked lightly, the sound of the piano rose again, and the corners of Wei Zhuang's mouth curled up.

"Isn't it enough to rely on the Mo family?"

The purple girl looked at Zhao Shuang, and as the words fell, there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

It is rumored that the Mo family's commander had a close relationship with the Hanyangjun of Qin. Even a large instrument making workshop of the Mo family was in the territory of Hanyangjun.

However, Zi Nu had never heard Zhao Shuang talk about the Mo family.

"It is naturally not enough to rely on the Mo family."

Zhao Shuang's words admitted his relationship with the Mo family in front of everyone. The Mo family is not Zhao Shuang's Mo family, not to mention that the Mo family is not an assassin organization, and there are great differences in professionalism.

"If this organization wants to fight against Luowang, it must gather intelligence and assassination, and have the ability to respond quickly. In a short period of time, it has the ability to make the fastest deployment where the task needs to be completed."

Before Zhao Shuang could finish her words, a strong interest appeared on Wei Zhuang's face.

"Interesting! It's just that the net has accumulated over hundreds of years and has a strong foundation. Although you have washed away their organizations in the six Shandong countries before, they have revived in recent years. It is not easy to fight against it."

"indeed!"

Zhao Shuang smiled and agreed with Wei Zhuang's statement.

"So this is more interesting. Azhuang, what do you think?"

The more dangerous the matter was, the more interesting it was. He nodded.

"Does this organization have any other purpose besides fighting against the net?"

"Skills to know evil, and to stop punishment!"

Zhao Shuang said shamelessly, and then added another sentence.

“This is a long-term goal.”

“What about the short-term goal?”

Zi Nu was a little curious, looked at Zhao Shuang and asked, but heard him say without hesitation.

"Protect me!"

Wei Zhuang rolled his eyes, disregarding his attention, just asking.

"Then what's the name of this organization? Have you thought about it?"

"The world and all people are like gathering and dispersing quicksand. This organization is called quicksand."

"Good name!"

The purple girl exclaimed slightly, and her face was filled with joy.

“I want to join too.”

"Ah Yeh, Ah Yeh!"

Thousands of miles away, the little sage village, Han Fei, who was originally studying, felt a sense of coldness for some reason.

"Brother Han Fei, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Cang sat beside him, holding a roll of bamboo slips and watching.

"I don't know why, I suddenly felt a chill. It was like something important suddenly disappeared."

Han Fei touched his shoulders, and his goose bumps suddenly got up. After a while, it subsided.

Zhang Cang shook his head, laughing and crying, not knowing how to describe it.

"What are you looking at?"

Han Fei looked at Zhang Cang and asked.

Zhang Cang spread out the bamboo slips without any intention of hiding them.

"This is a writing by the Qin Dynasty Hanyangjun, compiled in "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic". There are also some scattered articles, which are quite interesting."

Han Fei scratched his head, took it and took a look.

"Is it the Hanyang Jun who was in the Qin court and said bluntly that Qin wanted to destroy the six kingdoms?"

As the prince of South Korea, Han Fei was naturally interested in this information. As the Confucian scholar in the world, the news from various courts could eventually be gathered here.

These Confucian scholars studied behind closed doors, but they could not hide the world's affairs.

“That’s right!”

"On this person's articles, it shows his talent and knowledge. However, he threatened to destroy the six kingdoms, which was really arrogant."

Zhang Cang smiled and looked at Han Fei.

"Just as arrogant as you?"

Han Fei smiled and the corner of his mouth was inexplicably raised.

"The land of the six countries is ten times that of Qin. The power of the six countries is ten times that of Qin. What a pity! In the past, the fact that the general of Zhao State was defeated, Zhao Shuang failed to conquer Xianyang. Otherwise, today's affairs are still to be discussed."

Zhang Cang nodded and put down the bamboo slips in his hand.

"Zhao General Zhao Shuang died at Longmen. Zhao State lost a future general, and the world also lost a weapon that could compete with Qin State."

Han Fei suddenly smiled and asked an interesting question.

"It is said that Zhao Shuang, the general of Zhao State, died, but no one has seen his body. Do you think that Zhao State is called Zhao Shuang, and the Hanyang Jun of Qin State is also called Zhao Shuang. Could they be the same person?"

Zhang Cang's expression became a little strange and he sneered.

"Just because they are all called Zhao Shuang, they are all young and noble?"

"It's not impossible!"
Chapter completed!