"You've come all this way in the middle of the night, are you just here for a drink of water?"
As soon as Meng Ao entered the front hall, he saw the wicked man gulping down water from a jug, like a big water buffalo.
"Smack!"
The wicked man slammed the kettle down on the table, his expression extremely arrogant. "Old man, you're so heartbroken just because we came to drink some water from you? It seems I really made a mistake in recommending you today."
"Recommendation?"
Meng Ao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted, "My prized student has come, and this is how you treat him? We should at least serve him some tea!"
As she spoke, she quietly approached her husband, grabbed his arm tightly, and looked as if she was afraid he would run away.
"Good lad, what good news do you have for this old man? Tell me quickly!"
Meng Ao's expression at this moment left his son Meng Wu and two grandsons dumbfounded. As one of the pillars of the Qin state, when had Meng Ao ever been so humble and subservient?
You're still young, you need to practice!
Meng Ao took in the unnatural expressions on his children's and grandchildren's faces, feeling a sense of disappointment and frustration at their short-sightedness.
The wicked man was able to bring down the deeply entrenched Lao Ai and Lü Buwei one after another, his methods were so skillful that even these old guys admired him and had long regarded him as an equal.
Who would dare to look down on a wicked husband as a mere boy?
Nowadays, there are many officials involved in court affairs, and the vacant positions need to be filled.
Secondly, he knew that the evil husband was warlike and deeply trusted by Ying Zheng, so he would definitely use the pretext of assuming personal rule to instigate the king to wage war abroad and increase his prestige.
Regardless of which of these two things it is, it is of immense benefit to me, and of course it is worth treating it this way. My son and grandson are still a bit lacking in ability.
As the saying goes, old people are shrewd and fish are cunning; things turned out exactly as Meng Ao had planned!
"Old man, do you want to take revenge and wipe away your shame?" The wicked husband chuckled, his tone somewhat mocking.
Upon hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in Meng Ao's eyes. "Boy, what do you mean by that?"
The wicked man smiled slightly, a cunning glint in his eyes, and slowly said, "Old man, when you were chased like a rabbit by Wei Wuji, did you really just swallow that insult?"
Meng Ao frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his heart. "You want to wage war against Wei? Aren't you afraid that Wei Wuji will launch another coalition against Wei?"
Seeing his appearance, the wicked man sighed with some melancholy. It was evident how influential Wei Wuji's alliance was. Whether it was Ying Zheng or Meng Ao, they would instinctively feel some fear upon hearing this person's name.
"The best way to eliminate fear is to face it!"
The wicked man's tone suddenly rose, "What does one defeat matter? Back then, when the Qin people faced the barbarians and the oppression of the feudal states with sticks of firewood, were they ever afraid?"
"What is Wei Wuji compared to the one who swept across the six kingdoms? Even he dares not face him, so how can he talk about marching eastward and sweeping across the six kingdoms?"
These words were so direct that Meng Wu and Meng Kuo's expressions turned rather unpleasant. Ever since that defeat, no one in the family dared to mention the matter to Meng Ao's face, let alone say something as offensive as this wicked husband.
Meng Kuo quietly tugged at the sleeve of the wicked man, signaling him to stop, but the wicked man shook him off and said coldly, "I have recommended the Supreme General to take command, and I will serve as his assistant. Whether you go or not is up to the Supreme General."
The room fell silent, the atmosphere heavy and somber.
"Bang!"
Meng Ao slammed his hand on the table, the sudden loud noise startling Meng Wu and the others, who quickly tried to dissuade him, saying, "Father, don't be angry, that's not what your wicked husband meant."
“Yes, Grandpa!” Meng Tian stood in front of the wicked husband without making a sound, and said with a nervous expression, “Don’t you know this kid? He’s a scoundrel. Although he speaks harshly, he definitely doesn’t have any bad intentions.”
"Do you think I'm that petty?" Meng Ao glared at the group and said angrily, "That Wei Wuji, relying on his superior numbers, chased me around so badly. This time, I'll ask His Majesty for 500,000 troops and make him join forces. I'll definitely give him a run for his money."
The case is solved!
It is said that among the generals of Qin, Meng Ao had the most composed military style. He could lead 200,000 men into battle, but he would never lead more than 100,000. It turns out that this was the root of his problem.
The wicked man said helplessly, "Old man, I can't decide that. You should ask the king yourself tomorrow. I'll take my leave now."
We chatted for so long in the palace today, but Ying Zheng, that stingy fellow, didn't even ask anyone to bring him water, let alone provide him with food. Otherwise, why would he have drunk so much water at the Meng family's house?
"Are you leaving already? Stay for a meal?" Meng Ao asked, feigning concern.
"OK!"
"Meng Wu, send the wicked general back!"
The CPU crashed instantly, and the old man nearly suffocated. He cursed the old man inwardly for being such a scoundrel.
Meng Wu chuckled. These two were always bickering and arguing when they got together, as if they were the real father and son.
This made Meng Wu, Meng Tian, and Meng Yi extremely envious. Meng Ao was usually very strict with them. Forget about arguing; if they did anything wrong, they would be whipped.
You'd better hurry up and leave!
Meng Ao was truly ruthless; he turned around and left the front hall, displaying a completely different attitude from his previous obsequious demeanor.
Seeing his grandfather leave, Meng Tian's eyes darted around, and he stepped forward with a chuckle, "Brother, we're brothers, you see..."
Upon seeing that fawning smile, the wicked man's face immediately turned cold. "Get out of my way. You little bastard, you're not worthy to speak to me."
After saying that, he pulled Meng Wu away. "I won't argue with you, old man, but I can still bully you, the young one."
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