Chapter 74 New Thirty-Six Tas

When Song Yu returned in the middle of the night, the light in the room was still on. Qiu Yao was lying on her back. When she saw Song Yu returning, she turned her head and quietly watched him take off his thick winter clothes. When she lowered her head and blew out the oil lamp, the candlelight turned red on his beautiful and beautiful face. When her long eyelashes hung down, she trembled slightly, and then she took off her shoes and went into the quilt.

"Why don't you sleep?" Feeling that Qiu Yao stretched out her hand to try to cover her cold and stiff hand, Song Yu wanted to pull it back, but after hesitating for a moment, she decided to still let her hold it.

"I said too much to Ziyun today." And it was when he was dedicated to making suggestions for her.

Song Yuyi was silent and did not ask Qiu Yao what she said. She just patted the back of her hand and comforted her softly in her ear, "He won't blame you. Don't think too much. I'll see him off tomorrow morning. If there is anything, I can talk to him."

"...How long will it take to get back and forth from Chen Cheng?"

"At least half a month." Song Yu knew what Qiu Yao wanted to ask, "Ziyun left here not only to persuade me to go out of the mountain, but also to secretly explore the situation of various cities along the river. Those places have now become the territory of the Qin people, but the garrison is not strict, and Zhang Ruo is chasing the State of Chu, so the king has to find a way to get rid of these Guard the weak land.

"Well..." Qiu Yao answered sullenly with half of her head buried in the quilt. Today, she talked to Jingcha about the military book. She had to start thinking about how to tell this big lie. "From tomorrow, I have to try to prepare the military book for Bai Qi. You can take a look at it for me."

"You have never read the art of war. How do you write a military book?"

"The world military book I came from is not only read by soldiers. Many truths are universal, and so are Sun Tzu's Art of War. Therefore, there are many people who read the Art of War. I still remember some people who dare to lie like that in front of Bai Qi, but I can't remember some of the contents clearly. I'm afraid that I will miss it at that time, so I want to Let me ask you to make some changes for me."

Song Yu was quite surprised. After a long time, she suddenly asked, "Since you said you have read Sun Zi's Art of War, you should also read the history books of this era."

Qiu Yao's heart sank, "There are not many, but many major events have been recorded, such as..."

The slightly cool fingers suddenly stopped on his lips, and in his ear were Song Yu's gentle but determined things. "I know that the ending will be harmful but not beneficial. You don't have to tell me about this, and don't mention what you know about it."

Qiu Yao's heart was warm when she heard the words, "Of course I know this." She is not fully aware of the events of this era, but as long as the news is leaked, she will definitely become the target of public criticism.

The next morning, there was light snow in the yard. When Qiu Yao got up, Song Yu was no longer by her side. She put on her clothes and walked to the window with some effort. The original strong ice and snow layer was covered with a layer of soft snow like cotton wool, covering Song Yu's footprints when she left.

Qiu Yao was a little uneasy. She opened the door and walked out. The cold air came to her face, which made her shiver.

"Mrs. Song, why did you get up so early? Go into the house quickly. I'll help you prepare breakfast." Mrs. Liu walked into the yard from the outside with an umbrella and turned to the kitchen beside her.

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you." Qiu Yao smiled and nodded to her and closed the door again, turning the cold out of the door. She took a breath in her hand and couldn't help but want to drill into the quilt. The heavier weight made it extremely difficult for her to walk a few steps.

After breakfast, she took out the pen and ink. Qiu Yao searched her intestines and recalled the contents of the thirty-six tricks in front of the case. After writing, she felt weak all over for a while. She had to continue to lie down and sleep in a daze for a while and heard someone open the door. When she opened her eyes, she saw Song Yu enter the room and patted the snow on her body and picked it up. On the table.

"You came back just in time. I'm worried that I don't have the strength to write." Qiu Yao wrapped the quilt tightly again, and half of her head was exposed outside the quilt.

Song Yu did not answer directly, but looked carefully at the ten lines written by Qiu Yao in Jian.

"The way to use soldiers is to choose the strategy against the enemy according to local conditions and according to the situation. There are six, victory, enemy, capture, melee, parallel, and defeat. There are six plans for each situation. One of them is to win the battle. If you hide the sky and cross the sea, you will be lazy. If it is common, there is no doubt... Are these all written by you? Song Yu stared at the dense small words on Jian, and her eyes couldn't help but shine.

"I didn't write it. It was written by a talented descendant. I just applied it. I can't remember some content, so I filled it in with my own words." Qiu Yao yawned.

"If this art of war really falls into the hands of Bai Qi, won't he be like a tiger with wings?" Song Yu's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and the light in her eyes faded in an instant.

"It's okay. At that time, you can finish reading this art of war first. Even if Bai Qi gets this art of war, we can still restrict him."

Song Yu pondered for a long time, and then said, "You say, I'll write."

"En, okay," Qiu Yao thought for a moment and then said, "Second, surround Wei to save Zhao."

Song Yu heard the words with his right hand, "But what are you talking about the battle of Guiling in Qi Wei?"

"Yes..." As for the explanation that Qiu Yao couldn't figure it out, Song Yu saw that she thought for a long time but had no result. After thinking for a while, she took her words.

"How about attacking the Chinese army as much as the division system?"

"Write like this!" Qiu Yao was gratified that a talented man is a talented man, and he can communicate at all. In this way, it became much easier to adapt these thirty-six tricks.

"The third trick is to kill people with a knife." She can basically remember all the tricks of winning the battle. There are some more rare tricks in the back. She can talk nonsense casually, and then she can mix fish eyes with pearls after Song Yu's coloring. However, in an hour, the first six tricks of the thirty-six tricks were basically completed, and the breakfast in Qiu Yao's belly was also digested.

Song Yu's cooking skills are much better than Qiu Yao's. She originally thought that the ancients' coarse tea and light rice was dried radish every day. When she came here, she found that the people of Chu paid great attention to seasoning. Even the simplest dish made by Song Yu's hand was delicate and delicious.

After lunch, Song Yu went out to teach. After dinner, Qiu Yao didn't want to lie down in the club again. She felt that it was cold outside, so she asked Mrs. Liu to help prepare a brazier in the room. After burning carbon and thinking of the cases of charcoal poisoning in the news, she had to remove the fire basin and rub her hands.

When Song Yu returned in the evening, she continued to help Qiu Yao write thirty-six tricks after dinner, but in order to prevent her from overworking, she wrote two more tricks to let her rest.

The candlelight in the room swayed from side to side. Song Yu held the slip in one hand and fell into meditation on the words above.