Zhao Bao replied with a smile: "Sending troops is easy to defeat, and it is a waste of national strength. Besides, Wei's steel lip is not so easy to pry open in a short while."
It's not that Zhao Bao and Wu Guang are short-sighted, but that they look at the overall situation and analyze the conflicts between the forces of various countries at a deeper level.
"If Wei falls to Qin again, how will Zhao respond?" Zhao Cheng asked.
"The prime ministers of the five kingdoms arose because of the Wei state. The king of Wei was high-spirited and before the alliance could be achieved, the leader of the alliance surrendered to the enemy. Didn't this make the princes laugh?" Zhao Bao explained.
This... seems to make some sense.
Qin and Wei have just turned against each other. Even without the help of South Korea and Zhao, Wei is unlikely to fall into Qin's arms again at this time.
"I just made an agreement with the King of Wei to go hand in hand, and now I turn my back on the alliance. Do you think it's inappropriate?"
"Then what does the king mean?"
At this time, Zhao Yong already had a plan in his mind. He cleared his throat and said slowly: "Tell the envoy of Wei that we, the State of Zhao, will immediately send troops to Wei to help them retreat from Qin!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Bao immediately spoke out and said, "Your Majesty! You can't..."
Zhao Yong raised his hand to interrupt him, stood up and scanned His Highness for a week. Everyone present was his own, so he could no longer hide it: "Tell the envoy of Qin that Zhao has agreed to Qin's conditions, but I have one request. , all the food and supplies must be delivered to our country, Zhao, within three days."
"Does the king want to make an empty promise to Wei?" Fei Yi asked puzzledly.
Zhao Yong shook his head and slowly explained: "No! I didn't want to make an empty promise to anyone. Although our Zhao country sent troops, due to the long distance, our Zhao country has not reached the battlefield, but the war between the two countries has ceased!"
After Zhao Yong said this, he glanced at everyone, not sure if they understood.
Your Highness's ministers are all people who are good at strategy. Naturally, they all understand such simple and shocking expressions.
It's just that... although this plan is good, but... it's just a little bit... 'shameless'.
The hooligans are not to be feared, but the hooligans are literate. It is even more absurd to say that he is a vassal king.
Fei Yi looked at Zhao Yong deeply, then bowed and said: "Your Majesty, the Holy Ming!"
The rest of the people also reacted and all agreed: "Your Majesty, your Majesty!"
Zhao Yong nodded with satisfaction. He couldn't help it. Who let the Zhao country suffer disaster? Fifty thousand shi of grain. If you don't, you would be stupid!
Form is stronger than people, so he has no choice but to survive in the cracks.
"How do you think Zhao State should respond to the Song State's request?" Zhao Yong asked again.
Li Dui said as a cat painted a tiger: "I invite troops to attack Qi's Gaotang and force Qi to surrender its land!"
The State of Qi always likes to take advantage of others' dangers. In the past, the State of Qi took advantage of the new mourning of the State of Yan and sent troops to the State of Yan to seize ten cities.
Last year, Xin Sang of Zhao State captured the Huang and Ping cities of Zhao State.
Now... Hehe... Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. How can such a good thing not be called a good neighbor, Yan State?
"What do you think, sir?"
"I second the proposal!" everyone replied.
It seems that no one in Zhao has a good impression of Qi. "Tell the envoy of Song that I am willing to work with Song to conquer Qi."
No matter how strong Qi is, it may not be able to be kind to it if it doesn't offer some benefits due to internal and external troubles this time.
"Li Dui, I order you to rush to Wucheng from now on and lead the troops from Wucheng to attack Gaotang!" Zhao Yong said.
As soon as Zhao Yong finished speaking, an eunuch dragged the brocade plate and brought the right half of the jade soldier talisman for mobilizing the soldiers of Wucheng to Li Dui.
"Here! I will honor the king's orders!" Li Dui replied.
In fact, Zhao Yong had always been secretly wary of Li Dui. For example, when Wu Guang resigned from the throne last time, Zhao Yong replaced him with Lou Huan instead of Li Dui. Whenever he traveled to various places, he would summon Li Dui to accompany him, for fear that he would cause trouble if he stayed in Handan.
Zhao Yong naturally understood some of the allusions.
But Li Dui is indeed talented. As the head of the Li family of Bai people, he has been on the battlefield since he was a child. In the battle between Qi and Zhao Pingyi the year before last, Han Ju was defeated and died. It was Li Dui who turned the tide.
Li Dui is a bit greedy for merit, but Zhao Yong thinks there is nothing wrong with this. Interest is the fundamental driving force of human nature.
If Li Dui really didn't love power or greed for success, Zhao Yongcai would be even more afraid.
"This attack on Qi, remember to use threats as the main priority!" Zhao Yong instructed.
Li Dui solemnly bowed his head and replied: "I must remember this carefully!"
A powerful minister is like a sharp weapon. You have to see who uses it; you have to see whether the person using it can control the sharp blade.
"In the State of Qin, the prime minister must urge him to hand over grain as soon as possible."
"Wei Guo... my uncle will make a trip." Zhao Yong arranged.
Now we can only sacrifice the good big brother Wei Guo.
"Here!" Zhao Bao and Zhao Cheng bowed their heads in worship.
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"Squeak!" Zhao Yong returned to the Longtai Palace and ordered the palace maid to open all the doors and windowsills. Then he ordered the eunuch to move a Hu bed to the verandah outside the palace.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west. The setting sun reflected across the pavilions and jumped into his eyes in an instant. Zhao Yong was not going to deal with political affairs today.
In front of the palace is a promenade and waterside pavilion. Some lotus roots are planted in the shallow water beside the lake. Now the lotus flowers are in full bloom, and the rain for more than ten days has moistened them, making them even more pink and gorgeous. Many red flowers that he could not name were newly planted on the shore. The petals were fluttering in the wind and falling on the water, decorating the quiet palace with colorful colors.
Zhao Yong lay on the couch and narrowed his eyes slightly, letting the breeze blow on his face. In his drunken eyes, there was suddenly the sound of a thin rope behind him. When he looked back, Meng Rou was walking quietly. As she approached, the beauty called out softly: "Your Majesty."
Zhao Yong did not answer, but raised his hand to signal the eunuch beside him to bring another bench over: "Come and sit with me for a while. It is rare for me to appreciate the scenery in this summer."
Meng Rou smoothed her skirt slightly and sat next to Zhao Yong. She said softly: "It's fine if the king likes it. This is a transplant specially brought by my concubine. However, it is windy outside the palace, so the king should pay attention to his health." Then she took the soup from the maid's hand. He took the bowl and gently handed the spoon to his mouth: "The king is still not well. The imperial doctor ordered the soup to be boiled by himself and asked the king to drink it while it is hot."
Zhao Yong slapped his forehead, "Oh, look at my brain, Rou'er has worked hard." After saying that, he stood up and took the soup bowl from Rou Yi.
Meng Rou smiled lightly, leaned against his ear, and whispered: "I have been feeling unwell these past few days, and I'm afraid I won't be able to serve the king..."
When Zhao Yong heard this, he couldn't help turning his head to observe her face. Sure enough, he was a little pale. He didn't know what she was doing just now. The ends of her trademark pony bun were a little wet, and a few strands of black hair were particularly conspicuous on her fair forehead. Zhao Yong asked: "Does your stomach hurt?"
Meng Rou shook her head slightly. Zhao Yong then stretched out his hand to move the stool she was sitting on closer. He held her waist with one hand and reached in with the other hand from her silk skirt to touch her belly. He said warmly: "My palms are always very warm. Let me rub them for you." .”
The eunuchs and maids nearby turned their backs knowingly.
Meng Rou leaned against him meekly and said softly and coyly: "Your Majesty is so kind... Well, it feels warm. It doesn't seem to hurt that much anymore."
Just as she was saying this, she suddenly noticed that Zhao Yong's robe was a little strange, her face turned slightly red, and she whispered: "The king has been out for a month, do you really want it?"
