Qin Shi Ambitious

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This is his toy for tonight.

After the dance ended, he waved away the bystanders, embraced the two women, and indulged his lust until dawn.

After being dressed by servants, Yan Chunjun walked out of Xuewu Pavilion with his fat belly. Four guards carried a large fur and knelt down to display it.

"This is?"

He glanced at it only once, his tone full of impatience.

It's just a black bear skin, why bother showing it to me?

"Your Majesty, this is a moon bear pelt that we obtained by chance on the streets of Jicheng yesterday."

The head guard was extremely obsequious, revealing a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum:

"Now that Your Majesty's Moon Dance Pavilion has been completed, I think it would be a wonderful addition to your presence, especially if you were to wear this Moon Bear pelt on the main seat of the pavilion."

“You are quite thoughtful.” Yan Chunjun’s interest was piqued again: “Now that the Moon Dance Pavilion is repaired, let’s find some women with the temperament of the moon to fill it up.”

"Yes!"

Overjoyed at gaining approval, the captain of the guards prostrated himself on the ground, bowing his head to the earth as he respectfully saw his master off.

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"Those guys are bastards!"

An indignant voice could be heard from a dark alley.

Lu Yu's left eye was bruised and swollen, and she kept recounting the atrocities committed by the soldiers the day before:

"Although the nobles of Zhao sometimes bully us, they still give us some money!"

"This so-called Lord Yanchun is blatantly robbing us! How can there be such a wicked person in the world!"

"If you hadn't stopped me, even if I couldn't beat them, I would have shown them what the fists of the Zhao people are all about!"

"Stop talking, Yu." Lu Mu's expression was also indignant: "We are new to Jicheng, and it is inevitable that we will suffer losses, but those soldiers really went too far."

Lu Ye had calmed down, his tone icy: "I remember what those people looked like; their leader was called 'Brother Li'."

“Those people are soldiers from Lord Yanchun’s household; we will be able to find them in the future.”

Lu Shan squatted in the corner in silence, not uttering a word, sulking to himself.

"Boss, say something!"

Lu Yu woke up his older brother who was meditating, his resentment written all over his face.

Of course, that was directed at the soldiers who had stolen all their furs and beaten several of them yesterday; his respect for his leader remained unchanged.

"A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years." Lu Wei glared, and his four henchmen immediately fell silent. Even Lu Shan, who had been huddled in the corner, turned around to listen to his boss.

"We should all remember the kindness of Lord Yanchun."

"Although the furs are gone, we are still safe. Fortune changes every thirty years, so never underestimate a young man's potential. I promise you, within three years at most, you will avenge this grudge with your own hands."

"I'll listen to Brother Lu!"

Lu Yu was always the first to pledge his loyalty.

Lu Ye and Lu Mu simply nodded; Lu Ge's thoughts were the same as theirs.

As for Lu Shan, although he was the oldest in the team, his voice was not very influential due to his personality. After stammering for a while, he finally managed to utter:

"What do we do now? The furs are gone, and we don't have any money on us."

"Let's go to Luqiu Pavilion at the farmhouse!"

Lu Wei stood up and reached out to help his four younger brothers up one by one.

...

Luqiu Pavilion is the official stronghold of the Farmer Clan in Jicheng, as many people know, and generally only disciples of the Farmer Clan can enter it.

However, what most people don't know is that not every disciple of the Farmer's School can enter.

Only if you possess some special skills that exceed the abilities of ordinary people will you be assigned to Luqiu Pavilion.

Lu Wei and the other four were certainly qualified to be let into the pavilion by the guards and were personally received by the pavilion master.

"Are you five people from Zhao?"

The head of Luqiu Pavilion had long, flowing hair and wore brocade and silk. He was about forty years old.

Every part of him was clearly meticulously groomed, making him look nothing like a peasant boy, but rather quite like a nobleman.

Faced with such a person, the four members of Shanyu Muye were naturally somewhat afraid and restless, a reaction that was observed by the Pavilion Master.

"Yes, we fled from the State of Zhao."

Lu Wei clasped his hands in a fist salute. He was somewhat disappointed by the reaction of his four younger brothers, and he was worried that they would lower the Pavilion Master's opinion of him.

From the moment he met this pavilion master, Lu Wei knew that this was someone he could leverage, so he hoped to demonstrate his abilities as much as possible in order to make progress.

"Hehe," the Pavilion Master chuckled twice, "The war has just broken out on the front lines, yet you, as people of Zhao, have come to Ji City..."

"I think you are deserters from Zhao's army!"

"Yes and no!"

The Pavilion Master's expression suddenly turned solemn as he stared intently at Lu Wei, his imposing aura gathering without dissipating.

The members of the Yamayu Muye tribe felt their identities revealed and were filled with extreme fear. They stared down at the luxurious carpet beneath their feet, their minds completely blank.

It wasn't until their boss's voice came that the group snapped out of their daze.

"He was a deserter from Zhao's army, and also a disciple of a peasant family."

Lu Wei's mind raced. He wasn't flustered at all about his identity being exposed; he was simply trying to figure out what the Pavilion Master's purpose was.

Surely you don't just want to yell at those five Zhao people, do you?

"Hmph, as a Zhao soldier, committing the crime of war against the land of Yan is unjust."

“To be a citizen of Zhao and to betray one’s country and flee to an enemy state to survive is disloyal.”

"You disloyal and unrighteous people, how dare you even think of entering my farmhouse?"

As soon as the Pavilion Master finished his angry rebuke, Lu Wei felt relieved.

He understood the minister's intentions!

However, he showed no emotion on his face, but stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

As if waking from a dream, Shan Yumuye hurriedly stood up and imitated his movements.

"Lord Pavilion Master, what do you think is the nature of this war that Zhao launched against Yan?"

Lu Wei's heavy voice echoed in the small meeting room.

Oh?

The sect leader never expected that after his reprimand, the five people before him would not kneel and beg for mercy, but instead would ask him questions in return.

interesting.

He replied dismissively, "Of course it's an unjust war!"

"Then what was the nature of the war that Yan launched against Zhao after Zhao's defeat at the Battle of Changping twenty-four years ago?"

"..."

After the Battle of Changping, the State of Yan saw that the State of Zhao had suffered heavy losses and decided to take advantage of the situation. They raised an army of hundreds of thousands to attack Zhao, but were defeated by Zhao general Lian Po with a much smaller force. For a time, the State of Yan became a laughing stock among the seven states.

This event was by no means a pleasant memory for the people of Yan.

This year's attack on the Yan state by Zhao Jun was, in fact, not without the intention of avenging past grievances.

The pavilion master tapped the table with his left index finger, his gaze shifting from amusement to coldness:

"It was also an unjust war!"

"To talk about righteousness in war is like picking bones out of an egg; it is a meaningless thing."

“For us farmers, no war is something we like.” Lu Wei stared wide-eyed and boldly met the gaze of the Pavilion Master: “When war breaks out, the labor force is drawn to the battlefield, and the efficiency of agricultural production will be greatly reduced. Not only will the people be unable to feed themselves, but they will also have to endure the grief of losing their relatives and friends.”

"The responsibility for war should never be borne by any soldier or even a general. In my humble opinion, Your Excellency's words just now are wrong. Your name of injustice should be given to the rulers of all countries."

"Soldiers are merely following orders!"

Chapter 6 Xu Qiu

The reputation of being disloyal and unjust is something one absolutely cannot bear.

Lu Wei estimated that the reason why the Pavilion Master of Luqiu Pavilion wanted to give them a show of force was because it was his usual method of subduing his subordinates.

After all, they were so skilled.

In other words, they are useful to this pavilion master!

This is good news; Lu Wei isn't angry at all about being used. It's always better to be useful to others than useless; at least before losing your usefulness, you can extract some benefits from being used.

Just like how the four members of the Mountain Rain Leaf Village were taught the Rejuvenation Technique by themselves.

Thinking of this, Lu Wei's eyes brightened even more:

"As for the name of disloyalty, we cannot bear it."

The pavilion master didn't speak, but gestured for him to continue if he seemed interested.

Lu Wei nodded slightly: "Joining the Zhao army and protecting the people is the responsibility of every Zhao citizen. If the five of us are assigned to the Zhangshui battlefield to fight against the Qin army, we will not hesitate to die on the battlefield."

"After all, that way, when the people of Zhao collect our bodies after we die on the banks of the Zhang River, they can openly praise us: 'What heroic souls!'"

"But if we die in the snow in Yan, the people of Yan will probably hate us so much that they would want to eat our flesh and sleep on our skin when they see our corpses."

"Leaving the Zhao army and being forced to flee our hometown, we don't care. What we uphold is the justice in our hearts!"

Lu Wei's tone was righteous and awe-inspiring, which, combined with his young age and handsome face, left a deep impression on people.

The fourth brother understood perfectly, and thought to himself, "So that's why we deserted."

Clap clap clap, the Pavilion Master clapped his hands with a smile, as if he believed this explanation: "In that case, I have misunderstood you?"

"I dare not," Lu Wei clasped his hands again, "The past is gone like smoke. Today we have only one identity: disciples of the Farmer's School!"