The bright moon dominated the world during the Qin Dynasty

Wei Yong was very happy today. In the court, he received the approval of King Wei again, and he was one step closer to the center of Wei State.

Until he met a little fat man.

"Second uncle, it's me, Xiaozhu!"

In front of Da Sikong's mansion, a little fat man in ragged clothes stopped him, bursting into tears.

"We, Weijiazhuang, are in trouble this year! Not a single grain of millet has been harvested from hundreds of acres of fields."

Wei Yong came from Weijiazhuang, but he had been running the Wei Dynasty Hall for many years. How could he know who this relative who popped up out of nowhere was?

The guards on both sides were about to take the little fat man out, but were stopped by Wei Yong.

So many people are watching!

If you want to rush, you can’t rush like this!

Although Wei Yong was treacherous on the inside, he showed himself to be kind and upright on the outside.

He called the little fat man over with a smile on his face, just like the expression of a leader during an inspection.

Friendly yet dignified.

"Is there a disaster in the village? Don't worry, I will order you to go down and send you ten carts of grain to take back to Weijiazhuang."

Wei Yong took the little fat man's hand and walked into the house.

"How many years have passed, I still remember when I left Weijiazhuang, under the old locust tree in the village, I touched the century-old boulder brought back by Zhao Guo, and I felt so unhappy!"

"Second uncle, you must have forgotten. Isn't that huge stone brought back from Qi always placed at the entrance of the village?"

Wei Yong saw the innocent expression on the little fat man's face and laughed.

"I am old and forget things. You will stay in my house for the past two days. When I have collected ten carts of food, I will send someone to escort you back."

Zhao Shuang thought to himself, this old guy is really treacherous, hiding two pitfalls in one sentence. Fortunately, he had made preparations in advance, otherwise he would have exposed his flaws before entering the Sikong Mansion.

"Father, you are back!"

A slender woman with light steps walked towards him.

Wei Yong's daughter Wei Xianxian.

When Wei Yong went out to serve as an official, his daughter took care of the chores in the palace.

"Xianxian, this is Xiaozhu from Weijiazhuang. Please arrange a place for him to stay first!"

Wei Xianxian looked at the little fat man in front of her and liked him a little when she saw his honest face, so she immediately took his hand.

"Come with me!"

"My beautiful sister smells so good!"

Zhao Shuang's dirty body squeezed Wei Xianxian's body, but the other party didn't pay attention.

"You're pretty good at talking!"

Wei Xianxian lowered her body, touched Zhao Shuang's head, and laughed.

Wei Yong frowned slightly as he looked at the scene in front of him. He was dissatisfied with his daughter's behavior, but he did not get angry.

Now, he has more important things to do.

After returning to his study room and retreating from everyone, Wei Yong picked up a book and read it alone.

The air in the room suddenly became a bit colder, and a man holding a pair of black and white swords slowly appeared next to Wei Yong.

Wei Yong was not in a hurry. After reading the policy book, he spoke slowly.

“Well done!”

There are rumors in the world that the snare is a sharp weapon, but only when you actually hold this sharp weapon in your hands do you understand how sharp it is.

"How long will you continue to kill?"

"As an assassin, I thought you were used to it."

Wei Yong raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his face was a little gloomy under the candlelight.

"Aren't you afraid that King Wei will see through your trick under the guise of setting up a trap?"

After listening to Xuan Jian's words, Wei Yong not only lost his anger, but also laughed.

"Your swordsmanship is unparalleled by few in the world. But in politics, you are ridiculously childish. With so many ministers dead, do you really think the king has no doubts?"

Xuanjian was stunned for a moment, but then he heard what Wei Yong said.

"So what if you have doubts? Who is the king of Wei the most afraid of today? Is it Qin? No, Qin is a tiger and a wolf, but as long as there is a weapon in its hand, it is not afraid."

"What is your so-called sharp weapon?"

"Of course it is the current king's biological brother, Lord Xinling Wei Wuji!" Wei Yong had a smile on his face that was difficult for Xuan Jian to understand, "But what the king is afraid of is precisely the weapon itself."

Wei Yong put down the slip in his hand and stood up.

"In the court today, from the generals to the officials and soldiers, who doesn't believe in Wei Wuji? Which one of them is not closely related to Wei Wuji? The king has long wanted to eliminate Wei Wuji from the court. Although Qiang Qin is outside, he has to be careful."

When Wei Yong said this, he put his hands behind his back.

"I am sharing the king's worries. The king is suspicious, but he also acquiesces in his heart. Otherwise, how could he allow you to behave so recklessly until now?"

Xuanjian sneered.

"Strengthening the Qin Dynasty is outside. You ministers don't think about enriching the country and strengthening the army. Instead, you spend all your thoughts on internal fighting."

"It's not something you have to think about, you just have to know your next goal is here."

"who is it?"

"Weijiazhuang Little Pillar!"

Xuan Jian's face was full of doubts. He thought of many reasons, but still didn't understand why Wei Yong wanted to kill him, so he finally asked tentatively.

"You can't bear to part with those ten carts of food?"

"No, he soiled my clothes."

Wei Yong's words were very soft, but they had an undeniable flavor.

Xuanjian narrowed his eyes, his gaze was like a knife.

"You want to kill him, there are hundreds of ways, why should I go?"

Wei Yong smiled, full of contempt.

"Because I can."

This was a humiliation, but Xuanjian had to accept it. He clasped his hands, said nothing, and finally left the spotlessly clean study.

Fragrant grass lingers, the lake is as flat as a landscape, and the starry sky at night in Daliang is beautiful.

The woman holds the fragrant grass in her hand, waiting for the arrival of her sweetheart.

"Xianxian!"

"You're here!"

Wei Xianxian ran over in small steps and took the man's hand.

Looking at the watery woman in front of him, Xuan Jian's eyes were very soft.

With the arrival of the man, the insects that had been chirping endlessly by the lake suddenly stopped.

The night became very quiet.

The two talked to each other for a long time, and Wei Xianxian began to talk about the interesting things he encountered today.

Every time they meet, Xuanjian can only be a listener.

Existing in a world of darkness and killing, the word interesting has never been associated with him.

"A little fat guy named Xiaozhu came to our house these days. He is very interesting, but it is a pity that he will leave soon."

Xuanjian became very gentle.

"Do you like him very much?"

"You know, when I was little, I always wanted to have a younger brother who could play with me every day."

As she talked, the woman felt a little tired, so she lay down on the man's legs and fell asleep.

The woman in front of him was so beautiful, but Xuanjian's eyes were a little sad.

The black and white swords were on one side, and even when he had a tryst with his sweetheart, he never put them down.

What the woman didn't know was that right after this tryst, Xuan Jian was going to kill the interesting little fat guy she talked about.

But what Xuanjian didn't know was that in the woods nearby, there was a pair of fat hands plucking the branches. They had been watching this scene and complaining.

"Damn, why are there so many mosquitoes!"