After the sacrificial ceremony, it should have been midnight, but the entire Zhao Palace was still brightly lit.
As soon as Zhao Yong returned to the palace, thousands of people in Zhao Wangcheng were all surrounding him. Every detail of the princes' food, clothing, housing and transportation would be paid great attention to, as if the meaning of everyone's lives was to make him live a better life. If Zhao Yong said he wanted stars in the sky, someone would probably rack their brains to figure out how to build a ladder to the sky...
It was late at night, and after performing the rituals, the officials returned to their respective mansions, waiting for the next day's worship and celebration. The middle and low-level generals have been rewarded after the wars in Yunzhong and Jinyang, but the specific changes in titles will still have to be discussed and decided by the Zhao Kingdom's ruling class after returning to Handan.
Zhao Yong himself is actually very confused about the official title system of the Zhao State. He still has no general concept of dividing many official positions, but he knows one thing. Today, in the Zhao State, status is mainly distinguished by titles, not official positions. .
From Zhao Yong's point of view, this system is naturally backward. If Zhao wants to continue to develop and become stronger, the first thing to do is to change, and the backward system is no longer in line with Zhao's current situation.
Zhao Yong shook his head. The most important thing now is to complete the military reform. In these troubled times, without a strong military foundation, indiscriminate political changes can only be asking for trouble, or making a wedding dress for other countries.
However, victory in this battle was an opportunity. This battle was not only a military victory for Zhao State, but also a diplomatic victory for Zhao State. Today, the Three Jin Dynasties, Yan State in the north, and Zhongshan in the hinterland, Could it be that he regarded Zhao as the most respected person? This battle allowed Zhao Yong to accumulate a strong enough prestige in the Zhao Kingdom.
It’s time for Hufu riding and shooting to be brought to the big screen in this era!
Zhao Yong stepped out of the ancestral temple. The crescent moon had appeared at some point, and the night sky seemed to be covered with a hazy white mist, which was the light emitted by the moon. The bright moonlight reflects on the white snow, as if the earth is covered with a layer of white jade.
As soon as they entered the Longtai Palace, Luo, Si and Meng were already waiting in front of the high platform. When Zhao Yong saw his wives and concubines, his original tiredness was wiped away. Although he had long heard that the girls had gone to Handan City Gate to greet him early in the morning, he had not seen him since he was busy with political affairs. After returning to the palace, he was busy preparing for sacrifices. Until now, it was not parting. The first meeting after two months.
"Your Majesty..." The beauty had tears in her eyes, which made people feel pity for her.
"It's cold outside, go back to the palace and talk." Zhao Yong said softly.
Then he sent an order to the dining room to prepare some dinner. The princes and kings also go hungry sometimes, but he has been able to eat nothing from noon to now.
After returning to the palace, Si Yue was the boldest and immediately threw himself into Zhao Yong's arms. Upon seeing this, Zhao Yong waved away the palace people.
"The Female CEO's Almighty Soldier"
The relationship between the three women seems to have always been good, at least on the surface. Zhao Yong has never seen a look of jealousy on their faces. Perhaps the three women feel that they all have similar backgrounds and identities, and they cannot hope to sit on the throne of queen... So let's unite.
Not long after, dinner was served. The dishes were quite sumptuous, but the meat and vegetables were all common ingredients found in the market. Roast goose, mutton with stir-fried cabbage, three delicacies soup, bean soup and a large bowl of corn porridge. Of course, such a meal costing more than ten dollars is still a lot of luxury for ordinary people's daily meals.
Zhao Yong ordered the palace servants to put the two tables together and put the dishes on the wide table. Then he sat at the top and asked the three women to sit on both sides of the table. The girls were a little surprised. This was the first time they saw a noble eating like this. But they all knew that their king would always do some strange things, so they were not surprised at this time, and sat obediently next to Zhao Yong in separate seats.
Zhao Yong picked up a goose leg with a pair of silver knives and started to devour it. He was really hungry. There were all his wives and concubines in the palace, so there was no need to worry about etiquette at this time.
When the three girls saw him eating, they all pursed their lips and chuckled, but they didn't move their hands to pick up the bowls. They just watched Zhao Yong eating alone.
"Eat, we can't eat such rich delicacies on the front line. If the soldiers on the front line have such food, they will be happy..." Zhao Yong muttered with something unclear in his mouth.
Unexpectedly, his careless words immediately made the beauties burst into tears again.
"The king personally conquered the northern border, and my concubines and concubines are living in the palace but they cannot share the king's worries..." Si Yue said with tears in the corners of his eyes.
Zhao Yong couldn't help but be startled, and turned to look at them in confusion. Why did he cry again...
"Your Majesty, I have lost weight during this personal expedition..." Coral said softly.
"Have you lost weight?" Zhao Yong glanced down at the robe.
"Thin……"
"Are you thin? I'll let you see after dinner..." After Zhao Yong said that, he started to wolf down his food.
"Your Majesty..." The girls' cheeks suddenly turned red.
After dinner, the palace servants cleaned up the mess, and Zhao Yong and the beauties were rubbing hands and making love to each other for a while.
When it was his turn to go to bed, Zhao Yong couldn't help but find himself in trouble again. All the women were "waiting for food", and whoever came first would seem to let down the other two women. The Zhao Palace's sleeping system generally determines the order of things according to yin and yang, celestial bodies and calendar numbers. Even the emperor's sexual intercourse was determined by the laws of the sun, moon and stars.
And when choosing a partner to sleep with, you still have to take the waxing and waning of the moon as a basis. From the first to the fifteenth day of each month, the moon will gradually become rounder, and the order in which the concubines sleep is also from the lower status to the higher status. In the next fifteen days, the moon will gradually fade, and concubines with higher status will go to bed first, which is exactly the opposite of the first half of the month. Which beauty the princes and kings will have to sleep with is entirely up to God.
However, since Zhao Yong succeeded to the throne, Zhao's established queen has not entered the palace, and the number of concubines is relatively small, so it has always been Zhao Yong's happiness that determines the lucky recipient.
As for today, why don't we just... sleep together.
When Zhao Yong proposed this idea, he was immediately rejected by the beauties. Their palace position was concubine, not female imperial concubine.
Luo Coral, who had a stubborn temper, stood up and saluted: "I, my concubine, please retreat."
Meng Rou turned her head and glanced at Hualu, then at Si Yue who looked shy, and had to stand up and salute: "I, my concubine, please leave."
Zhao Yong suddenly showed a disappointed look and waved his hand. Immediately I realized that I had not considered it carefully enough. It was indeed not easy for an ancient girl in her teens or twenties to accept it for the first time.
After the two girls retreated, Zhao Yong turned his attention to the only little lamb present. He took a step forward, gently placed his hands on Siyue's slightly immature shoulders, and looked at her face with his head buried in it: "Yue'er... …”
Si Yue avoided his gaze and glanced away again. Her face turned redder. This shy look was completely different from her previous attitude of taking the initiative to compete with the two girls.
Zhao Yong took her in his arms, smelled the fragrance of the beauty, and asked, "Did Yue'er forget what he promised me?"
Si Yue lay on Zhao Yong's chest, ravaging the corners of the poor robe. "I didn't object...it was my sisters who didn't want to..." Si Yue suddenly spoke in a low voice. After speaking, her ears turned red and she turned her head away.
"I want to hear Yue'er's words of relief." Zhao Yong looked at her affectionately.
"Your Majesty... Yue'er misses your Majesty so much..." Si Yue suddenly hugged Zhao Yong hard and pressed her chest tightly against him, as if she was afraid that he would run away in the blink of an eye.
"I'm not by your side..." Zhao Yong gasped.
Si Yue was sniffing greedily on Zhao Yong's neck and rubbing his body. Her chest was pressed against him, her buttocks were already feeling a little uncomfortable, and her whole leg was also very uncomfortable in her robe. It was as if Si Yue had discovered Zhao Yong. She was sniffing and rubbing against him like this. The king probably couldn't bear it.
Sure enough, Zhao Yong suddenly stood up and lifted her hem...
…
Coral returned to the palace and hurriedly asked the palace attendants to bring hot water...
Lying in the warm liquid pool, the water and water gradually merged into one. Coral's face flushed, and he spat lightly. He was not very young, and he was thinking of bad ideas.
Outside the curtain, the voice of a personal maid suddenly came, interrupting Coral's thoughts. "Madam, there is a letter from Zui Xianju."
Coral waved softly, and the palace maid walked around the curtain and walked in.
"Where did the news come from?" Coral asked with her eyes closed.
This palace maid is called Shi Jian, and she is also a disciple of the Moh family. She has been by Hualu's side since she was a child. She is said to be a maid, but she actually feels like a sister. After entering the palace, Shi Jian naturally became her eyes and ears to contact the Mo family.
"Qin State." Shi Jian replied respectfully.
Coral was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes and continued to ask: "Juzi?"
Shi Jian nodded, then shook his head. Coral glared at her and took the folded silk book.
Just after taking a glance at the contents of the silk book, Hualu suddenly asked in surprise: "Sima Cuo was captured alive?"
Shi Jian nodded.
"When did the silk book come from?" Coral turned around and asked.
"Yesterday Chenshi." Shi Jian replied truthfully.
"Chenshi..." Coral nodded slightly, threw the silk book on the chairs in front of the curtain, and then stepped out of the bath, pacing slowly...
The Mohist family today is no longer the Mohist family it was when Mo Zhai was alive.
In the past, Mohism was so prosperous that it rivaled Confucianism, Taoism, and Legalism. Confucianism, Mohism, Taoism, and Legalism were collectively known as the four major schools of thought in the world.
But compared with the other three schools, the Mohist School is not like a school of thought, but more like a gang. The Mohist School has a mixed staff, but its association is very strong. With ideas as the program, a large number of lower-level craftsmen, farmers, rangers, and soldiers from various countries were recruited as members, uniting around the giant.
Such an organizational structure naturally makes the Mohist disciples as a whole very strong in execution. The Mohist giants in the past could even organize a military force to confront a powerful prince like the Chu State. This kind of mobility was the foundation of Confucianism, Taoism, and Law. Without it, the prosperity of the Mohist family in the past is inseparable from the promotion of such strong execution power.
However, success is also a failure. The Mohist family prospered because of its close organizational power, and it will inevitably decline because of it. In terms of internal reasons, the basic forces that make up the Mohist family are the lower-level knights, craftsmen, and common people. These people do not have a strong sense of hierarchy and can do whatever they want. In this era of "princes, generals, and ministers," this concept has naturally suffered. Attacked by the princes of other countries.
At first, the Mohist family was able to gather and organize together entirely because of Mo Zhai's personal charm and strength, as well as the attraction of his doctrines. Since Mo Zhai's death, Qin Huali, the successor tycoon chosen by Mo Zhai, is not a qualified leader. Qin Huali believes in being kind to others and lacks the courage to kill decisively and resolutely. Faced with the increasingly fierce separatist factions, Qin Huali Li was helpless.
Since then, the Mohist family has involuntarily begun to gradually split.
... Regarding the realization of the general principle of "loving all, not attacking", scholars who emphasize logical thinking are more inclined to cultivate their moral character like Confucianism, and achieve peace in the world by improving their own cultivation. The ranger, who always enjoys grudges, tends to use violence to fight violence and punish injustice. Centrists believe that they cannot actively stir up trouble, but in order to maintain peace, they can end wars with war.
Since then, under the combined influence of internal and external factors, the Mohist school eventually split, and the Mohist school gradually collapsed from one sect into three sects.
That is, the centrist Xiang Li's style, the moderate Xiang Fu style, and the radical Deng Ling style.
As the saying goes, after Confucius and Mozi, Confucianism was divided into eight and Mohism was divided into three.
Xiangli's ink is also called Zhao Mo, Xiangfu's ink is also called Qin ink, and Deng Ling's ink is called Chu ink.
And Luo Coral's master is the famous Xiangli Qin.
The current leader of Qin Mo is also the nominal giant of the Mo family, and his belly is Sima Cuo's master.
In fact, since the three families were divided into the Jin Dynasty and entered this troubled era of fighting for land and killing people, both the Mohists and the Confucians have actually become the hawks and dogs of the princes, but they themselves are unwilling to admit it.
The letter sent to Longtai Palace was written by Luo Huan, in the hope that Luo Hualou would rescue Sima Cuo out of friendship.
Fuyu was actually a very stubborn person. Fuyu's son killed someone in Xianyang. According to the law of Qin, those who kill must pay with their lives. King Qin Yingsi saw his son. When he was young, Qin Mo had trained many capable people for Qin, so he wanted to pardon his son for personal gain. But he has a stubborn heart. He believes that those who kill will die and those who hurt others will be punished. This has been understandable throughout the ages. The prohibition of killing or injuring people is the righteousness of the world, and righteousness has always been advocated and followed by Mohism. Although Ying Si intended to let his son go, the Mohist method had to be used. Therefore, Fei? was unwilling to follow Ying Si's suggestion and killed his biological son...
Now, for the sake of righteousness, he killed his son's wife, but for the sake of his disciple Sima Cuo, he bowed down and prayed in person. Luo Coral didn't believe that there was no pressure test from King Qin behind this.
The three Mohist factions have been fighting for a long time, but Xiangli Zhimo, who adhered to the principle of maintaining peace in the past, has always maintained contact with the other two factions. The bargaining chip exchanged with them this time is the name, the name of the giant. As long as Sima Cuo can be rescued, Fu? is willing to give up his position as a giant to Xiangli Zhimo.
