Chapter 83: The Immortal Overlord [Jinjiang Authentic Edition - Killing Two Birds with One Stone]...
"His Majesty, His Majesty the Grandson?"
When he was humiliated, he suddenly saw a high-ranking Qin official who came to help him. This scene made Han Xin feel like he was daydreaming, and it seemed a little unreal.
When he heard the distinguished and unfamiliar name that he had never even dreamed of at night, the round-faced child was even more stunned. He felt as if he had been floating high up in the air and was in a fog.
Even though he had little knowledge, he understood that the eldest grandson of the emperor was the eldest grandson of the emperor! The emperor was far away, so why would such a noble man look for a poor commoner child like him who couldn't even afford to eat?
[Also, Xianyang.]
[Hmm… Xianyang must be extremely, extremely far from Huaiyin, right?!]
[It’s not an exaggeration to say it’s located at the edge of the sky, right?]
Looking at the dirty kid in front of him, whose height was only up to his waist, with expressions of "shock" and "confusion" written all over his face, not to mention the kid was stunned, even he, an errand boy who had traveled more than 2,000 miles from west to east, actually didn't understand why the emperor's eldest grandson specifically asked to look for a poor kid named "Han Xin" in Huaiyin County in Chu.
However, since His Majesty the Emperor has agreed to His Royal Highness Changsun's proposal, and "Han Xin" was found by chance, "bringing Han Xin back to Xianyang" has become a task that Meng Yi must complete with quality and quantity.
With his mission halfway completed and a cheerful mood growing, Monesi glanced up at the sunlight. Seeing the sun rising higher in the east and the temperature growing warmer, he didn't explain anything to the confused child. He simply waved and smiled, saying,
"Han Xin, please come with me to the inn to bathe and eat something. We can talk later."
Han Xin was so hungry that he felt dizzy and his brain was almost unable to work. When he heard the word "eat", even the doubts and surprise in his heart were temporarily suppressed. Seeing that Meng Neishi was about to leave as soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly raised his sleeve to wipe his forehead and took a step to follow him.
But after taking two steps forward, he turned back and squatted on the ground to pick up the dusty Qin Banliang one by one, wiped them clean, and put them in his arms carefully.
The boy's eyes were very black. He pursed his lips and picked up Qin Banliang one by one with his dirty hands. This was the money he earned from accepting tips from passers-by after enduring the butcher's insults in public. Qin Banliang was not divided into high and low, so he didn't feel embarrassed about holding it.
Meng Yi took a few steps forward and heard the footsteps of the child behind him. Instead of following him, the child began to retreat. He turned around in confusion and saw the child squatting on the ground, picking up the Qin Banliang coins that had fallen on the ground with a serious look on his face.
He was stunned for a moment, then stood still and stopped, watching the child silently pick up nearly ten Qin Banliang coins on the ground and put them in his arms. Then he took a few frivolous steps and slowly walked to his side, slightly raising his head and looking at him with an expectant and wary look.
Meng Yi lowered his eyes and said nothing. He just stretched out his big hand and rubbed the child's messy hair again, then took his people to the inn where he stayed yesterday.
The food vendors, who had been crouching behind their stalls for a long time, hands raised and heads in their hands, trying to hide their ears and steal the bell, heard the terrifying Qin official who could recite Qin laws in the street finally leave. Only then did they stealthily pry open their stalls, revealing half of their faces, and watched the two figures, one black, one gray, one large, one small, gradually disappear into the distance until they turned a corner and disappeared completely. Only then did they touch their hearts with lingering fear and stand up from behind the stalls.
Disturbed by this sudden incident, there are almost no passers-by in the bustling morning market today.
The frightened stall owners had no intention of doing business, but now that the crisis was over, their nature of loving to watch the fun suddenly came out of their bones.
People came out from behind their stalls and stood on the rammed earth street. They gathered in twos and threes, staring at the corner where the big and small ones disappeared. They craned their necks in surprise and wonder and gossiped:
"Eh? Did you hear that clearly? Those soldiers guarding the market were kneeling down and calling that Qin man 'Neishi'! Oh my goodness! 'Neishi', this must be a high-ranking official who works for the Emperor all day, right?!"
"Yes, I heard it clearly. He was called 'Meng Nei Shi'. Even if this 'Nei Shi' wasn't someone who followed Qin Shi Huang around all day, he must have been a prominent noble in Xianyang City! Oh, this is incredible! I don't know what happened to our small county. How could such a big shot suddenly appear in our town?"
"Bah, are you all deaf? How come you can't grasp the point? What's the point of 'Nei Shi'? Didn't you just hear that Meng Nei Shi say to that little beggar that His Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson wants to see him?"
"Yes, that's right! That's the point! I heard it clearly."
"Hiss—His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, is a distinguished figure like the sun and the moon in the sky. Why would he specifically ask to see that slovenly, dirty kid?"
"No, how come you all can understand elegant language? I was the only one who watched for a long time and couldn't understand what that senior official was saying?"
An anxious and out-of-place question suddenly interrupted, but unfortunately no one was willing to answer it.
The vendors all had different expressions. After staring at each other for a long time, a young stall owner slapped his thigh and laughed heartily:
"Oh, this is truly a wonderful place with many talented people and beautiful scenery! When I was watching him in the crowd just now, I felt that the child had a very noble face. No wonder His Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson asked to see him. Oh, my, this is incredible! Huaiyin is about to produce a noble person!"
After hearing the young vendor's words, the other vendors slowly came to their senses. They no longer had the jeers and ridicules they had just had when they watched the child being forced to crawl under the butcher's crotch. Instead, they all straightened their backs and said proudly:
"If I remember correctly, the butcher was shouting that the kid was from Nanchang Pavilion, and his name was 'Han Goudan', right?"
"Yes, 'Han Gou'er' should be his nickname. His real name seems to be 'Han Xin'."
"Yes, yes, it is indeed called 'Han Xin'. I just heard it!"
"Hahahaha, what a coincidence! I have a relative who is from Nanchangting. I'm going to pack up my stall and go home to tell my relative the good news. We are all from the same hometown!"
"Yes, not only do we have to go to Nanchang Pavilion to announce the good news, we also have to find the county magistrate. I'm afraid the county magistrate doesn't know that Han Xin from our county has been favored by His Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson, right?!"
"That's absolutely right!"
"Let's go together!"
On an ordinary June morning, the remote small county town in Chu suddenly became extremely lively because of this sudden big news.
Inside the county government office.
The old county magistrate, who was over fifty years old and had a white beard on his chin, was sitting in the hall in the backyard entertaining guests. Suddenly, he saw a servant hurried to the door of the hall, stood outside the threshold, bowed to him and said:
"Master, several soldiers guarding the morning market have hurried over to the county government office. They said they have something important to report to you."
Upon hearing this, the county magistrate couldn't help but glance at the guest sitting next to him, then frowned at the servant who came over and said:
"Did they say what happened?"
The servant replied in a low voice:
"I've been told by my master that they didn't tell me the details, but they just said that a high-ranking official from Xianyang City seemed to have come to the market this morning."
"What? A high-ranking official from Xianyang City?"
The two men who were kneeling facing each other across a table opened their eyes wide in shock when they heard these strange words.
The middle-aged man who was the county magistrate's guest frowned and looked at the old county magistrate in horror.
"Brother Huang, this..."
When the old county magistrate saw his guest's bad face, he quickly reached out to comfort him:
"Don't panic, Mr. Xiang. Wait until I call those soldiers in to ask about the situation first."
A few days ago, Xiang Liang, who had just rushed to Huaiyin from Xiaxiang with his eldest nephew, could only nod solemnly.
A moment later, four soldiers guarding the city, covered in dust, followed the servants from the county government office and hurried to the backyard.
The county magistrate, who was sitting upright at the table, saw the four people and immediately got straight to the point, frowning and saying sternly:
"What's going on with you four? Why are you coming to the county government office instead of guarding the morning market?"
When the four heard the question, the middle-aged soldier who was in the lead swallowed his saliva quickly and explained to the county magistrate the series of events that happened at the morning market with words and gestures.
After listening to the soldiers' report, County Magistrate Huang and the guest Xiang Liang's brows were furrowed.
The old county magistrate stroked his gray beard, frowned, looked at the leading soldier, and repeated in disbelief:
"You are telling me that this morning, a certain Nei Shi came quietly from Xianyang to the morning market in Huaiyin. He not only helped a little beggar who was being bullied by a butcher, but also personally beat the butcher up."
"Yes, sir, that is indeed the case. The token held by that high-ranking official is clearly engraved with the words [Xianyang Internal History Meng Yi] in large, gold-painted seal script."
"Meng Yi, the Internal History of Xianyang."
The old county magistrate was just an old Chu man from a remote small county in Chu. He was not very clear about the specific situation of the top leaders in Xianyang.
He frowned and muttered these six words, then turned to look at the youngest son of General Xiang Yan, the last gatekeeper of the Chu State.
Xiang Liang pursed his lips, nodded, and sighed:
"Brother Huang, there is indeed such a high-ranking official in Xianyang. He is the grandson of the late Qin Shangqing Meng Ao. If I remember correctly, this Internal History Meng Yi also has a brother who is guarding the border to resist the Xiongnu."
"After the Meng family migrated from Qi to Qin, Meng Ao and his three generations, starting with King Zhaoxiang of Qin, were highly valued by successive Qin kings."
"If the person who came here is indeed Meng Yi, it seems that he came to Chu to carry out some important mission under the order of Qin Shi Huang."
The old county magistrate twirled his beard and nodded, then looked at the four soldiers in front of him and gave an order:
"Go and find out where that Monesi fell."
"promise."
The four soldiers bowed their heads and were about to turn around when they saw another servant hurriedly walk out of the hall and anxiously lean over to report to the old county magistrate sitting inside:
"Master, Master, a great event has happened."
"What's going on?"
The old county magistrate stretched his neck to look outside in surprise.
The servant standing outside the door immediately leaned forward and reported joyfully:
"Master, a few vendors from the morning market have arrived outside the county government office. They're happily shouting that this morning a high-ranking official named Meng Neishi arrived from Xianyang City. He came to the market and told us that there's a boy from Nanchang Pavilion in Huaiyin named 'Han Xin', and that His Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson wants to see him!"
"What!"
One wave has not yet subsided, another wave rises!
Before I could figure out what the "Mong Neishi" who had fallen from the sky was about, here came another "Emperor's eldest grandson"!
The old magistrate was so frightened that he stood up from his seat, looked at Xiang Liang in surprise and said:
"Mr. Xiang, this is really strange! Why did the nobles in Xianyang suddenly turn their attention to us in Huaiyin?"
Xiang Liang also stood up from his seat. He was no less confused than the old county magistrate.
If he was not absolutely sure that he had not done anything against Qin, he would have suspected that Meng Neishi had come all the way from Xianyang specifically to investigate the uncle and nephew of the Xiang family.
Xiang Liang frowned and thought for a moment, then bowed sincerely to County Magistrate Huang and said:
"Brother Huang, I think this is suspicious. You'd better send two groups of people. One group should investigate where Meng Neishi is staying in the county, and the other group should quickly investigate who that little kid named 'Han Xin' is."
“Yes, yes.”
County Magistrate Huang nodded and waved his hand to order his soldiers to do their job.
…
Nanchang Pavilion at dusk.
The captain was completely stunned when he saw the soldiers galloping towards him from the county town.
The wife of the pavilion chief standing nearby also felt that red rain was about to fall.
Are the nobles of Xianyang City just bored? They traveled all the way to Huaiyin to look for a beggar whose parents had both died.
The captain bowed slightly and listened carefully to the questions of several county soldiers. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves and answered the questions one by one.
The county yamen soldier looked down at the contents he had written on the bamboo slips with a brush, stared at the middle-aged pavilion chief in front of him, frowned, and asked:
"That's all, isn't it?"
"Sir, that's all. Goudan, no, Han Xin is a kid we all know in the pavilion. He has no background, and he doesn't know any nobles. He lost his father when he was two and a half, and his mother when he was eight. He was hungry all day and had to look for food in the pavilion. Apart from being able to speak some elegant language, he couldn't read many words. He was just an ordinary poor kid."
After hearing these words, several soldiers who were ordered by the county magistrate to investigate the Nanchang Pavilion looked at each other, rolled up the bamboo slips they had recorded and put them in their arms, and said to the county magistrate in a stern tone:
"Okay, then take us to Han Xin's house."
"Yes, yes."
"Follow me, gentlemen. Follow me."
The wife of the pavilion chief, who was standing quietly behind the millstone at home, holding the millstone, watched the whole process.
Seeing her beloved smiling and fawningly trying to please the soldiers in the county government, her heart was in turmoil, as if being eaten by ants. She felt that things in this world were simply outrageous.
How could Han Goudan, a skinny little kid whose parents had both passed away and who was so poor and humble that he had to compete with the stray dogs in the pavilion for food, be valued by the nobles of Xianyang?
If, if she had known this day would come, why would she have been so reluctant to give up the one or two meals at home?!
Oops! This is a big loss!
…
The sun sets.
In an inn in the county town.
Han Xin, dressed in new clothes from head to toe, was eating food on the table with bamboo chopsticks in big mouthfuls.
At the end of the Si hour in the morning, he followed Monnesi like a little black dog to the inn where he was staying. After registering his identity information with his ID card, he followed the inn's servant to a clean room and sat in a large bathtub to take a comfortable hot bath. He washed himself from head to toe and changed into a set of clean clothes bought by the servant from outside.
In his eleven years of life, Han Xin had never had such a comfortable life with someone to serve him. For the first time, he wore clothes and shoes that were neither too big nor too small and fit him well.
After cleaning up and having a meal, he thought that was all for the day. However, he did not expect that just as dusk fell, Monnesi actually asked the inn to prepare a table of food.
You little brat, you're eating me out of house and home.
Meng Yi was sitting at the table holding a ceramic bowl filled with millet rice. He saw the dark and thin child opposite him holding the small ceramic bowl and shoveling rice into his mouth with chopsticks.
This hungry tiger coming down the mountain to eat is even more ferocious than the soldiers in the army.
Monesi, who had never known the terrible feeling of being extremely hungry, could not help but shout:
"Han Xin, eat a little slower to avoid getting an upset stomach from eating too much too fast. If this food isn't enough, you can ask the servants to bring more. Don't worry."
Han Xin, who was concentrating on eating, glanced at the young man in black who was of noble birth opposite him when he heard this. His ears turned red with embarrassment, and the speed at which he scooped rice into his mouth with chopsticks slowly slowed down.
The setting sun melted into gold, and outside the half-open window was a brilliant sunset.
Beside the table by the window, an adult and a child were quietly eating the food that had been placed on the table.
Little did he know that the county magistrate and his distinguished guests were gathered together, pondering the purpose of his sudden trip to Huaiyin.
I had no idea how a poor boy who was hated by everyone in the pavilion could suddenly become a celebrity in his hometown one day.
The red and golden clouds burned from east to west in the deep blue sky.
In the Zhangtai Palace in Xianyang, more than two thousand miles away.
One year and nine months old Ying, the little fat boy, had just finished dinner with his grandfather in the restaurant.
The grandfather and grandson were walking hand in hand on the palace road by the water, watching the fat fish jumping up and down from the surface of the Wei River under the gorgeous sunset.
At this moment, Qin Ying suddenly heard a familiar mechanical electronic sound in her mind:
[Congratulations to the lucky host for sending Meng Yi, a loyal minister of the First Emperor, to Huaiyin in the Chu territory to find the young military genius—Han Xin—at this crucial time in the 37th year of the Qin Shi Huang Emperor's reign!]
Han Xin was at the height of his downfall. Having just experienced the embarrassment of being denied a meal at the home of a village headman and the heartwarming experience of being offered a meal by a floating mother while fishing by the river, he was unlucky enough to encounter a rogue butcher at the market who threatened to humiliate him in public! At this critical juncture, Meng Neishi, dispatched by the host to Huaiyin, appeared like a celestial being, not only helping young Han Xin drive away the rogue butcher butcher but also preventing Han Xin from being humiliated. This truly moved the young military sage!
[The "Capture Han Xin" quest bar has been completed by 30%, please keep up the good work!]
Upon hearing this, Ying Xiaopangdun'er's eyes lit up, and he immediately used his consciousness to call up the system panel. He saw that the blue task bar below the temporary task "The Military God Enters My Arms" that appeared in early May on the floating light screen task bar had indeed moved forward, and his beautiful phoenix eyes instantly became brighter.
In May, as soon as he saw this temporary mission, he used the name of Xuanniao to ask his grandfather to send Meng Yi to Huaiyin to find Han Xin. In order to make sure he found the right person, he also told Meng Yi about the "freeloading" and "receiving food" incidents that happened in Han Xin's hometown when he was young. Unexpectedly, Meng Yi's efficiency was so high that he found Han Xin in just over a month!
Is this the attraction between historical figures?
The First Emperor was walking along the river holding his grandson's hand to help digest his food when he heard the laughter of the little guy beside his legs. He lowered his eyes and saw his grandson looking up at him with a bright smile.
Seeing the little fat boy's bright smile, the emperor's mood also became very good, so he smiled gently and said:
"Why is Ying so happy all of a sudden? Could it be that she heard the message from the Mysterious Bird from the Sky again?"
Hearing his grandfather's guess, the little fat boy immediately grinned happily and said:
"Yes, Grandfather! The black bird just sent a message from the sky to my grandson, saying that Meng Yi has successfully found Han Xin in Huaiyin!"
"Oh really? That's really a happy thing."
The First Emperor smiled and nodded, and the little fat boy also nodded his head excitedly.
Last month, in order to get his grandfather to agree to send Meng Yi to Chu to find "Han Xin", he privately told his father that "Han Xin" - a natural-born commander, was personally recognized by Xuanniao as a future "military sage". When he grew up, he wanted to become a war god as formidable as Bai Qi, Marquis of Wu'an, Wang Jian, Marquis of Wucheng, and the deceased Xinping Lord Lian Po and Li Mu, Marquis of Wu'an, from Zhao!
The grandfather then sent his trusted Nei Shi to travel thousands of miles to Huaiyin in Chu in the middle of summer, half believing and half doubting.
Whether in the past life or this life, Ying·Little Fatty has been curious about the "Marquis of Huaiyin" for a long time.
To some extent, he even felt that the military potential of Han Xin, the military genius, was greater than that of the four war gods "Qi, Jian, Po, and Mu". After all, whether it was his great-grandfather Wang Jian, Bai Qi who died unjustly, Lian Po who left his hometown and died of old age in Shouchun in despair, or even Li Mu who was cruelly killed by the villain Guo Kai, these four war gods all lived to old age with bumps and bruises, accumulated many years of valuable battlefield experience, and spent their golden peak period as coach.
As for Han Xin, this military genius who created 34 idioms while traveling, died at the age of 35.
At the age of 35, for a general, he is far from reaching the peak of his career.
In other words, the career ceilings of Qi, Jian, Po, and Mu were all revealed in battle after battle, but Han Xin died too young, leaving no one to determine the ultimate ceiling for this military genius.
When he thought that such an important SSR was going to be his, Ying·Little Fatty couldn't help but want to take off in excitement.
Han Xin in hand!
Ten years later, let alone Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, even if Maodun ran back to the grasslands and turned around to rebel, he could have Han Dabingxian set fire to the huge army and turn them all into red bean paste buns!
The little fat boy was so excited that he wanted to dance, but then he heard the mechanical electronic sound of the system in his mind again.
【"drop"……】
[After detection by this system, the host has performed a clever trick that kills two birds with one stone.]
[Kill two birds with one stone]
Hearing this strange description, Ying, the little fat boy, couldn't help but blinked in confusion.
Like Zhang Liang of Han, Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu, uncle and nephew, renowned anti-Qin warriors of Chu, traveled from Xiaxiang to Huaiyin during this scorching summer to expand their anti-Qin alliance.
[When Han Xin and the ruffian butcher staged a historic scene in the market, the young Xiang Yu was also present. If the host had not sent Meng Yi to Huaiyin to intervene in time, the chivalrous Overlord of Western Chu would have most likely lent a hand. At that time, the military genius Han Xin would have joined the Overlord of Western Chu. Although he would not be given a high position, he would have joined the Chu army in rebellion a year later!]
[However, the Overlord of Western Chu was defeated by the host from Xianyang!]
[Congratulations to the host for triggering the second temporary mission - "Tremble! Overlord of Western Chu!" Please continue your efforts, capable host, and successfully defeat the Overlord of Western Chu, Xiang Yu, within three years, and prevent the Chu army from breaking through Hangu Pass!]
[Um……]
Hearing the inexplicably exciting and passionate electronic sound of the Fool System, Ying·Little Fatty couldn't help but blink her sparkling phoenix eyes——
In other words, Xiang Yu has now also followed his uncle to Huaiyin? !
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