Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

Liu Bang cheered and charged out. Even though he had only taken two steps closer when the chestnut warhorse swished its tail across his face, causing him to cry out in pain, he didn't seem to care at all.

Lu Wan looked on with envy.

He swallowed hard, unconsciously turning his head to look at Wang Ben, Zhang Han, and Meng Tian, ​​his eyes practically overflowing with longing.

If only he could get a beating too...

Thus, the warhorse was given to both parties, and everyone was happy. However, the three young generals had a "small" problem.

When they ate, Lu Wan would squat beside them, watching them longingly; when they slept, there was always a shadow outside the tent that lingered for a long time; even when she went to the outhouse, she would meet those bright, eerie eyes as soon as she came out.

At first, the three young players hadn't quite grasped Lu Wan's train of thought.

Such a "begging to be beaten" look is really... rare? It sends chills down people's spines and makes them shudder. For a moment, they really couldn't figure out what this person wanted to do.

After another round of camp reorganization, at lunchtime, Wang Ben slammed down his chopsticks angrily, gritted his teeth, glanced at Lu Wan behind him, and then lowered his voice to ask Zhang Han:

"I'm not saying Uncle Zhou has a problem judging people, I just want to ask... is Pei County a place with bad feng shui? Are those two really some kind of benevolent and righteous people? I've never seen anything like it!"

In other places, virtuous and righteous people are upright, steady, and modest gentlemen; at the very least, they are polite and law-abiding. But in Pei County—

One is sleazy and the other is inexplicably strange; Pei County produced two such extreme cases in one go.

There's something wrong with this place!

"No mistake." Zhang Han sighed helplessly. The gaze behind him was so intense it made him lose his appetite. He put down his chopsticks and rubbed his temples. "Otherwise, how could Uncle Zhou possibly have these... people with this kind of style come with him? Aren't our personal guards enough?"

"Then he..."

Wang Ben hesitated, swallowing back the words "Is he sick?" that were on the tip of his tongue, and instead said, "So what exactly does he want? He won't tell me even after I ask!"

Lu Guan said: I want to get beaten up, but it's hard for me to say it.

Meng Yi thought for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Han's face, before stroking his chin and saying, "Tsk! Zhang Han, you're still too delicate-looking, no wonder!"

Zhang Han: "!!!"

Zhang Han stopped eating, stood up angrily, slammed his chopsticks down on the table with a "thud," and glared fiercely at Meng Yi, his eyes practically piercing his face. His voice rose several octaves:

"No wonder what? Meng Yi, explain yourself clearly!"

The entire camp heard his shout.

All eyes turned to them, and several guards even gripped their sword hilts, looking tense, as if something terrible had happened.

Meng Yi quickly pressed the person back down, waving his hand to indicate, "It's nothing, it's just a joke, I was just teasing him! Don't be nervous, everyone, please continue eating!"

It took him a great deal of effort to suppress this sudden little commotion.

Not far away, Fusu and Zhou Wenqing were having a meal together.

Hearing the brief commotion, Zhou Wenqing slightly raised his eyes, his eyebrows arched, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Did Zhang Han finally snap at his two unreliable older brothers?

It's not surprising that the three of them started arguing; not only Zhou Wenqing, but even Fusu was used to it.

Since seeing Zhang Han and the other two again, Fusu noticed that their relationship had become noticeably closer since their return from the battlefield, but the way they were getting closer... was rather unusual.

You're absolutely welcome!

If in the past Wang Ben would have stayed up all night copying notes for his younger brother out of embarrassment at refusing his request, now Wang Ben would only show off in front of them, doing whatever it takes to make them envious.

A copy? It doesn't exist!

If you want to see it, go copy it from your father. His calligraphy, Wang Ben's, is extremely valuable.

Can't copy it? Serves you right!

Especially Wang Ben and Meng Yi.

Zhou Wenqing guessed that perhaps it was because these two descendants of military families were often compared on the battlefield, and they got used to it, so there was a sense of rivalry between them when they were together.

It was Zhang Han who suffered.

Caught in the middle, with Wang Ben on his left and Meng Yi on his right, both of them finished arguing and then turned to look at him simultaneously, asking in unison, "Tell me, who's right?"

Favoring Wang Ben would be betraying one's master and being ungrateful; favoring Meng Yi would be disloyal to one's master and ancestors, and utterly rebellious.

As a result, the poor kid is now much more adept at smoothing things over, and is no longer the naive young man who asked him for the seal.

The children have all grown up quite a bit, including Fusu.

Zhou Wenqing smiled and shook his head, taking it as just another argument and not taking it to heart, then looked away and continued eating.

However, he regretted it after just one meal.

"Growth my foot! He's taking back what he said before!!!"

Meng Yi, having exerted tremendous effort, finally managed to subdue Zhang Han and calm him down slightly. He spoke rapidly, "I think I know why that kid keeps watching us."

Zhang Han glanced at him coldly, his anger still simmering: "If you dare say anything you shouldn't—"

He picked up a chopstick from the table, snapped it in two with a sharp sound, and expressionlessly broke it in two.

Meng Yi curled his lip, thinking to himself that this level of strength could threaten anyone, but he kept smiling obsequiously.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I mean it! I reckon that guy also wanted a good horse!"

Wang Ben was taken aback, then frowned: "Why don't you tell Uncle Zhou? What are you watching us for?"

Meng Yi glanced in Lu Wan's direction and met her burning, expectant eyes, like two eerie will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness.

He felt a chill run down his spine, quickly looked away, and then pointed to his temple with a complicated expression.

Wang Ben and Zhang Han: "..."

"Alright." Wang Ben rubbed his forehead, looking pained. "So what do we do? Go ask Uncle Zhou for help?"

"Go!" Zhang Han was the first to jump up. "We have to go! I've had enough. I have experience with this. You'll all come with me!"

……

"Zhang Han, stop howling! Do you think you're still a child? Get up now!"

The veins on Zhou Wenqing's forehead throbbed as he gritted his teeth and tried to pull his leg out.

"No, Uncle Zhou, I won't get up unless you promise me!"

Zhang Han stubbornly clung to Zhou Wenqing's leg, refusing to let go no matter what.

"Alright, alright, it's just two warhorses, I'll give them to you, okay? Stop spitting on my pants!"

Having not done this kind of thing for a long time, Zhang Han was quite rusty. Unable to cry, he could only resort to wailing even louder.

Hearing Zhou Wenqing say this, he quickly raised his head: "Really, Uncle Zhou?"

"Really, really, I'll have someone adjust it for you right away, okay? Get up!" Zhou Wenqing's temples were throbbing with veins.

He wondered if it was a mistake to have deliberately chosen these three "young and easy-to-manage" people.

Who's really manipulating whom?!

"And you two too," Zhou Wenqing pointed to two people a little further away, "Get up, or I'll have you thrown out!"

Meng Yi and Wang Ben were much easier to persuade. They seemed to be forced into this situation, unable to lift their heads. Upon hearing this, they scrambled to their feet, their eyes meeting awkwardly.

Zhang Han didn't say that his "experience" was like this!

The matter ended satisfactorily with Zhou Wenqing losing his blue robe, Meng Yi and Wang Ben losing face, and Zhang Han receiving a heavy blow to the forehead with a folding fan.

Fortunately, there were some benefits to splitting these three warhorses away.

Zhou Wenqing no longer needed to bother restraining Liu Bang, or even lift the carriage curtain. Every few days, a stubborn man with a bruised and swollen face, who was so badly injured that he couldn't get up, would appear in his carriage.

The scent of medicine in the carriage was getting stronger and stronger...

Fortunately, we are almost at Linzi, the capital of Qi.