The disarmament incident slowly calmed down after a period of turbulent discussion in Xianyang.

Although this matter seemed to be gradually missing in the court, the princes, princes, ministers, and senior officials of the three provinces and six ministries knew that this matter was becoming clearer and clearer.

Your Majesty is almost making up his mind.

It is already the end of February, the pink rosy is gradually fading, and the willow green is getting thicker and thicker.

The large areas of farmland on both sides of the Wei River are rolling, and the green wheat seedlings are thriving.

The enthusiasm of the entire Xianyang people began to slowly return to the Oriental Road under construction.

The spring sowing has long ended. It is the slack season now. A large number of civilians in Guanzhong have begun to work on Dongfang Road with dry food and bedding, and take advantage of this season to earn some spare money to subsidize their family income.

Chen Xu has been very idle recently and is almost doing nothing.

Dongfang Road has already been on track, with Yang Kun, Fan Caiying and a group of people from the Academy of Sciences responsible for the management. His task has been completed. He just occasionally went to the Oriental Road Administration to listen to the progress report, and then went to the Academy of Sciences and the School of Engineering to give lectures, or went to the Women's College to tell stories to a group of female students. During this period, he also organized a spring outing, and used the school bus to take all the teachers and students of the school to have a picnic on the farm on the fiefdom for a day, and watched the orchards raised in pieces by chickens, ducks, geese, and cattle and sheep. This matter was also written by a good reporter and published in the Daqin Metropolis Daily, which caused a lot of discussions. They were very interested in Qinghehou's planning, so many Xianyang citizens also ran to the farm in groups to visit.

On that day, Chen Xu was observing the growth of the pepper planted. A commissar came with a decree and said that he would attend the court tomorrow.

"After waiting for so long, it seems that there should be a result!" Chen Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief after reading the order.

Half a month has passed since Jiang Bu submitted a memorial to the disarmament. This shows that the emperor was very cautious about this matter, and during the period, many people were summoned to discuss it, but Chen Xu was not invited, which was beyond Chen Xu's expectations.

But Chen Xu did not go to the palace to find the emperor, nor did he even go to any officials to inquire about this matter.

During this period, Jiang Bu and Jiang Hu came once, and they were about the incident where Jiang Bu was almost beaten in the court. As for the later words, the two of them were still asking questions and not knowing it.

As for Li Xin's place, Chen Xu simply didn't ask.

Li Xin was able to support Chen Xu in this matter, which was considered to be a righteous man. After all, as an old noble in the Qin Dynasty, he still had to take some political risks when he proposed to disarmament. If he was really labeled as a ill-conspiracy, he would fall into his grandma's house in his life.

The envoy left, Chen Xu tossed and turned and then squatted down to continue checking the growth of pepper.

Nearly twenty days have passed, and the peppers planted have sprouted.

The selected half pound of good seeds germinated is quite good, estimated to be 60% or 70%. With the careful care of the butler and several servants, they have grown well and have grown to three or four inches tall, which is very green and pleasing to the eye.

The whole bag of pepper that was thrown by the housekeeper in the warehouse and became moldy also sprouted, but the germination rate was no longer mentioned. The whole half of the acre of land was sparse and only a few hundred vegetable seedlings grew, which was so cold that it was heartbreaking.

But no matter what, as long as it can germinate, it at least means that there is still hope to plant pepper. Therefore, after checking the pepper seedlings, Chen Xu ordered the housekeeper to arrange for people to choose a fertile farmland near the pond, fertilize and fertilize, and set up a lot and dig the ditches to prepare for transplanting.

Pepper is a semi-climbing plant similar to lycypress, so a rattan rack is also necessary. Moreover, the Indian climate is warm and humid, so these plants must also be light-loving crops, and you must be prepared to keep moisture and water.

After guiding the planting of pepper, Chen Xu went home to clean up and prepared all the disarmament memorials written in front, and just waited to go to court tomorrow to see the emperor's final result of the disarmament.

Meiyuan Town, Pinyang County, a hundred miles away from Xianyang, is the hometown of Wang Jian, the god of the Qin army.

In the evening of that day, several fast horses galloped from the northwest. Everyone on the horses were wearing coarse linen clothes and hats, with long swords on their waists. They were all the people in the army with their backs and bears on their waists.

"Who is coming?" At the entrance of Meiyuan Town, a tall stone gate archway stood. Several horses galloped here, and several guards in charge of the guards were preparing to draw their swords to stop them.

"Rareless!" The leader slightly lifted his hat and hummed.

"Mr. Marquis forgive me, I don't know if it's you..."

Several guards changed their faces and quickly returned their swords to sheaths and bowed their hands, but the few people on the road did not stop at all, swinging their whips through the archway and galloped away.

"Isn't the little marquis in the northwest camp? Why are you back without military orders?" A guard looked at the horse leaving in confusion and was puzzled.

"Shut the sound, do you want to die?" The head of the guard kicked the speaker to the ground with a fierce kick.

"Yes, I'm talking too much!" The guard immediately understood, and got up with a pale face and did not dare to look up.

The Qin army had strict orders. If the general who commanded the troops outside did not have the emperor's order, he would not leave the military camp at any time. If the military order was violated, the minor punishment would be punished severely. Wang Li was originally the deputy commander of the Northwest Army, but he silently returned to his hometown. Once this matter was spread, the Wang family would inevitably suffer a great disaster.

In the southeast of Meiyuan Town, there is a small river. A luxurious mansion covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres stands quietly by the river bank. Under the shade of big trees, the bluestone walls as high as two meters high and the towering wide gates all show the unique identity of the owner of this mansion.

Several fast horses came at lightning. The leader retracted the horse's reins. The front legs of the horse neighed a long time. The person on the horse's back slightly raised his hat and showed half of his face. The guards guards at the gate quickly saluted, and then looked at each other as they rode their horses into the gate.

"You...why are you back?"

Wang Ben, who was fighting with several guards holding swords in the backyard, looked at Wang Li who was coming in, shook his face and threw down the long sword in his hand, strode to Wang Li and scolded him quietly.

"Dad, Is there something I want to ask you about when the child returns secretly?" Wang Li said anxiously.

"Rebellious son, do you want our Wang clan to follow you to pay your life? Don't say too much, follow me!"

Wang Ben turned around and walked towards the room with a dark face, but soon turned around and looked at the guards and said, "Give me instructions. No one is allowed to tell me about this matter, otherwise the family law will be dealt with!"

"Here~" Several guards instantly put away their swords and left the door.

"Dad, I heard that Your Majesty is going to lay off the 300,000 troops in the northwest?" Wang Li couldn't wait to ask as soon as he entered the house.

"Ba~" Wang Ben turned around and slapped Wang Li in the face, gritting his teeth and looking at Wang Li, "Danger, what does your Majesty have to do with you if it is disarmament? You ran home so anxiously, is it just that you want to ask about this?"

Wang Li sat on his cheek for a long time before nodding hard.

"Nizi, Nizi, may you want to anger me to death!" Wang Ben's facial features were twisted, he raised his palm-shaped slap to look at his son, and finally put down his arms and butts in disappointment and sat down on the big chair.

"Dad, is it true that Your Majesty's disarmament was dismissal?" Wang Li asked in a low voice with his angry eyes dodging Wang Ben.

"Hmph, what's the matter? So what's the matter if it's not?" Wang Ben's face slowly calmed down after breathing heavily. Looking at a red slap mark on his son's face, he felt a little reluctant, and sighed and shook his head, "There is no definite news about the disarmament at the moment, but according to the changes in the court, this matter must be almost certain!"

"Then...what should I do?" Wang Li asked anxiously.

"You can't do anything, you can only go back and wait for your Majesty's order!"

As an old voice came, a figure appeared at the door, and an old man wearing a coarse linen and white hair and white hair walked in.

"Dad~"

"Grandpa~"

Wang Ben and Wang Li quickly stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Rebellious son~" Wang Jian glared at the eyes and spit out two words as he walked past Wang Li.

Wang Li shrank his neck in fear, and watched Wang Jian sit down on the big chair in the center. Then he walked forward carefully, "Grandpa, if the army is deregulated, I... wouldn't I become a general who is not worthy of my name? Then why am I still guarding the few empty military camps in the northwest? Why would I stay in Xianyang and enjoy the happiness?"

"How come the Northwest Military Camp is empty? It's just that there are fewer people. The disarmament is led by the Marquis of Qinghe. You can't argue with this matter. Do you still want to rebel when you run back in a hurry?"

Although Wang Jian was thin and had a slight illness, his aura was very strong. After sitting down, the temperature in the whole room seemed to drop a few degrees.

"Qinghe Marquis? Isn't it the memorial written by Jiang Bu on the Great Sect?" Wang Li said with a confused look on his face.

"Jiang Bu is just a nameless reckless man. How could he have such a smart mind and courage? The only one in the world who dares to be so swaying is Qinghe Hou!" Wang Jian shook his head.

"Then... wouldn't it mean that the Marquis of Yinshan and Marquis of Di Dao also defected to the Marquis of Qinghe?" Wang Li shivered slightly.

"Haha, I don't know how many princes, princes and ministers who want to surrender to the Qinghe Marquis. If I hadn't wanted to surrender to him because of my identity, I would not have wanted to surrender to him. The emperor valued him so much, and all the civil and military officials in the court were not blind!" Wang Jian's face twitched a few times, and a strange expression in his eyes that was indescribable was revealed.

Wang Li opened his mouth wide for a long time before lowering his head and whispering: "I have just made a meritorious service and am still preparing to show my skills. But if Your Majesty removes the Northwest Army, how can I make meritorious service in the future?"

"If you make meritorious, what other contributions do you have to make? If you make meritorious, you can only be the emperor!" Wang Jian snorted coldly.

"Ah!?" Wang Ben and Wang Li and his son changed their faces almost at the same time.

"Ah no!" Wang Jian glared at Wang Ben fiercely, then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Our Wang family is now full of three generations. This honor has never been seen before. Since the destruction of Chu, I have retired without caring about military and political affairs. Ben'er also took off his armor and returned to the fields after destroying Yan and Qi. Our Wang family has made too great contributions, and all the civil and military officials in the court have suspicious, so they can only retire to save their lives. The cunning rabbit dies, the lackeys cook, the birds are gone, and the good bows are hidden. Fan Li assisted King Goujian of Yue to destroy Wu and restore the country.

Then he retreated bravely, but Wen Zhong was greedy for power and was unwilling to leave. As a result, he was forced to commit suicide by Goujian and realized Fan Li's words before he died. It's a pity that he regretted it too late! Although Your Majesty is very talented and strategy, he is not a person like Goujian, the King of Yue. However, as the emperor grew older, his mind became more and more difficult to predict. No one could guarantee the future changes. Now that the Hushang and Hu in the northwest are destroyed, there is no war in a hundred years. Disarmament is the best strategy. Otherwise, what's the use of raising hundreds of thousands of soldiers who only eat and don't fight?"

"Grandpa, is this considered a bird's bow hidden?" Wang Li asked carefully.

"Silly, everything is planned and not planned, and it is useless. If there is no need to fight, so many generals will be used?" Wang Jian glared at his grandson.

"Grandpa, then...what should I do?"

"You go back to the barracks quickly. Since Your Majesty has the intention to disarmament, he will inevitably summon kings, princes and ministers to court to discuss politics and discuss follow-up strategies. After all, how to arrange the 300,000 troops to be disarmament is also a big deal. If the arrangement is not done well, it will inevitably lead to chaos. Don't interfere in this matter. By the way, what are Meng Tian's actions? What do you think about the disarmament?" Wang Jian asked.

"The general seems to have a desire to retreat, and his views on disarmament are no different from his grandfather!" Wang Li quickly answered.

Wang Jian stroked his silver beard with a silver beard of more than a foot long, silently nodding, "Meng Tian's main purpose of stationing in the northwest and commanding the 300,000 army was to fight against the Hungarians and Hu. Now that the mission has been completed, he is not a fool, so he naturally understands what to do, to quell the martial arts and cultivate culture, return to Mount Ma Nan, to show peace in the world. If Meng Tian retreats, the northwest army will definitely belong to you. This should be something that Your Majesty has planned long ago. Later... Later... Alas!"

Wang Jian's face was entangled and puzzled. He had many strategies on his daily life, but he seemed to be unable to see clearly in this matter.

"Why did my father sigh?" Wang Ben didn't understand.

"This matter was very simple at first, but now there is a Qinghe Marquis stuck in it. I can't see through it. The disarmament seems to be not as simple as I imagined!" Wang Jian shook his head slightly.

"Grandpa, do you want to secretly ask the Marquis of Qinghe? What do we say is a marriage marriage with him..." Wang Li hesitated for a moment.

When Wang Qingxiu mentioned, Wang Jian's body shivered slightly, coughed a few times and stood up with a hint of sadness on his face: "We should not go too close to Qinghe Hou on weekdays to avoid suspicion and misunderstandings. Li'er should go back to the military camp as soon as possible. The disarmament may become clear in the past few days..."

Just as Wang Jian was talking, a guard hurried in from outside and stood outside the room to report: "Report, Marquis, a messenger has come to pass the order!"

"Ben'er went to receive the order. If you ask me about my condition, you will say that you are still seriously ill and unable to get on the bed!"

"Yes, father!"

Wang Ben turned around and left, but in just half a moment he turned around with a roll of silk book in his hand. When he entered the door, he said with a strange expression: "Dad, as you expected, Your Majesty asked me to attend the morning court tomorrow. He heard from the envoy who sent the order that it was probably a matter of disarmament in the northwest!"

Wang Jian stood up and looked at Wang Li and said, "Li'er quickly returns to the military camp. After the court's discussion tomorrow, there will inevitably be an order to spread to the Northwest military camp. If you are not in the military camp, you will inevitably cause trouble!"

"Don't get out of here~" Wang Ben shouted softly and slapped.

"Yes, grandpa, take care of himself, father, I will go back to the military camp now!"

Wang Li escaped from the room with his head in his arms, and soon several fast horses rushed out of the Hou's Mansion and headed northwest.

"Didn't the little marquis just come back? Why did he leave before a meal?" Under the archway at the entrance of Meihara, several guards watched a few fast horses leave.
Chapter completed!