(thirty eight)
crazy!
crazy!
King Wu Fu Chai and Bo Pi suddenly had this idea in their minds.
At this moment, Wu Zixu didn't look like Wu Guo's respected prime minister, but more like a mad dog that bit anyone he saw.
It's not like bringing up old things again.
"Xiangguo!"
"Be careful!"
King Wu Fu Chai's face was as dark as water, the veins on his forehead were looming, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife, suppressing his anger.
"The good relationship between Wu and Yue is a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed."
"Don't mention the words of destroying Yue again, otherwise don't blame me for ignoring the friendship between the king and his subjects for many years."
"I can't go back on my promise. Since I promised Fan Li a free life, I won't go back on my word and get rich."
King Wu Fu Chai was still somewhat afraid of Wu Zixu's power, so he did not continue to insist on his own way and ordered Fan Li to find Sun Wu and live next to him.
This was another discussion that ended unhappily, and no one was satisfied.
Outside the main hall.
Bo Pu's youngest son looked at his father who was blowing his beard and staring in anger, and grinned, "Father, you said you should offend anyone, but Wu Xiangguo."
Bo Pu:!?(??_??;?
Whose son is this?
Listen, is this human language?
"You think you can't offend your father?" Bo Pu raised his eyebrows and said coldly.
Bo Pu's youngest son was silent, facts speak louder than words.
Bo Pu snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, stopped looking at his son, and left with nobility and coolness.
At the same time, Sunge was also worried.
Wu Zixu's figure still looks majestic, and his back is still straight, but his gloomy face is full of vicissitudes of life, fatigue and haggard, his hair on the temples is like spider silk, and when a gust of wind blows, he is like a lonely soul abandoned by the world, looking pitiful and helpless. Help, dignified and deep.
It seems that from this moment on, Wu Zixu gave up on himself, and finally no longer stubbornly believed that he could hold up the country of Wu and fulfill the last wish of the late king Helu.
To Wu Zixu, this sudden awakening of consciousness was nothing short of lagging behind.
This old man, trembling slightly in the wind, saw the end of Wu State before too many others.
"Father."
Sunge stepped forward to help Wu Zixu, who was staggering more and more. "I do my best to obey fate, as my father taught me."
Wu Zixu pressed Sun Ge's arm and laughed miserably, "I just feel ashamed of the late emperor."
"My whole life, I always seem to be blind."
There was a thunder in the sky, and rain began to fall in the sky. The father and son, supporting each other, became two leaves that warmed each other in the wind and rain, but inevitably moved with the wind.
Wu Zixu is ill.
After that day, Wu Zixu lingered on his sick bed and did not go to court to discuss matters for several days.
In the court hall, Bo Pi was in full glory, and Fu Chai also rarely felt refreshed.
Wu Zixu's existence is like a big mountain pressing on the heads of countless people at the same time. The mountain stands tall, but it can't help but be jealous and fearful.
Today's mountains are finally not as indestructible as they used to be, piercing the clouds and blocking the sun.
Gou Jian, who had always been smart and tolerant, became more humble and submissive, giving up all self-esteem to please Fu Chai.
He raised horses for King Wu's husband and led them to pull and kick.
King Wu Fu Chai mounted his horse, and Gou Jian quickly and obediently knelt down on the ground to serve as a horse stool.
When Fu Chai went to bed, Gou Jian took off his clothes and shoes like an ordinary servant, and even helped him go to the toilet.
At first, Fu Chai kept saying that it was unreasonable and unruly, but gradually, he became more and more immersed in this strange feeling.
The king of Yue became a humble palace servant, kneeling down to serve him.
Then, if he is superior to the king of Yue, he will also be superior to other countries sooner or later, and become the overlord of the world recognized by the Emperor of Zhou.
Wu Zixu, who returned to the court, was silent for a long time.
He is still the high-ranking Prime Minister of the Wu Kingdom, but the pair of eyes that once were there even when he is old
But his eyes, which were still high-spirited, were no longer bright.
Turbid and sad.
While King Wu Fu Chai indulged in pleasure, he did not forget his ambition.
Dazai Bo Chu took power step by step and tried to rise above Wu Zixu. At the same time, he did not forget to protect Gou Jian in Yue Zhouquan and build good ties with Yue.
It can be said that both Wu Wang Fu Chai and Dazai Bo Pu got a sense of superiority from Gou Jian who had similar goals but similar results.
Bo Pu believed that he was not only a confidant of King Wu Fu Chai, but also a great benefactor to the kings and ministers of Yue.
In the future, everyone in the country of Yue should be grateful and betray him.
Time passed quickly, and this was the third year since King Gou Jian of Yue came to the Kingdom of Wu.
Gou Jian has become a handy slave around Fu Chai.
The doubts in Fu Chai's heart are also infinitely close to disappearing.
It seems that there is only one opportunity left.
As long as there is a miracle, Gou Jian, who is trapped in the dragon shoal, will be able to rise to the nine heavens again in the face of a violent storm.
The opportunity came neither quickly nor slowly. Fu Chai fell ill.
Gou Jian, who was looking for opportunities, immediately said, "I have admired the dragon body for a long time and wish I could join the court. I was a doctor in the East China Sea and I know a lot about fishing. I would like to ask the king and my ministers to try it."
Fu Cha: Σ (??д??llll)
That’s what he understood.
The husband went to the toilet, so Gou Jian took it and tasted it.
Afterwards, he happily reported back to Fu Cha: "King Wu's excrement is bitter and sour. I think his illness will heal in a few days, so you can relax."
King Wu Fu Chai was completely shocked.
He wanted to see who dared to say that Gou Jian's surrender was insincere.
As a minister, is there anyone who is willing to taste dung?
The trust in Gou Jian outweighed the fear of the prophecy.
This kind of shock was far worse than that day when Wu Feng clashed his sword to prove his loyalty.
After Fu Chai recovered from his illness, he made up his mind to let Gou Jian return home.
Then he summoned the ministers to discuss. Wu Zixu was neither sad nor happy, and said calmly, "King Gou Jian of Yue has the heart of a jackal and a tiger on the inside, and a gentle and respectful body on the outside. His plan is very big. Your Majesty's move is tantamount to putting your hair on the burning coals, which will come back sooner or later." My own body."
"My old minister advises the king to be careful."
King Wu Fu Chai's face was full of displeasure, "Since Gou Jian was pledged to Wu, he has never exceeded the courtesy. He has been a slave and a servant, and he has never complained."
"When I'm sick, I'll have my bowels. It will ruin my health."
"Prime Minister, if this is not called sincere submission, then what is?"
"Xiang Guo keeps saying he is loyal to Wu, but he may not be able to do so."
"My mind has been made up, and anyone who tries to dissuade me will be killed! There is no need for the Prime Minister to say more."
Sunge lowered his head and rolled his eyes silently, speechless.
When did the safety of national affairs depend on whether you could eat shit?
There are all ministers in this hall, and King Wu Fu Chai's words would be justifiable humiliation.
But Bo Chu was still cheerful and took advantage of every opportunity, "Your Majesty, please don't get angry. Wu Zixu has always been uncivilized and arrogant to the court."
"After all, the only one Wu Zixu truly surrendered to was the late king."
Wu Zixu just curled his lips indifferently, "Has your Majesty decided? Even if Gou Jian leads an army to destroy Wu, won't he regret it?"
Bo Pu subconsciously wanted to defend Gou Jian, but Fu Cha sneered and shook his head casually.
A king who has completely lost his dignity and pride can only be a bedbug struggling in the sewage for the rest of his life.
