When the Yan State envoy and the Zhao army arrived at the camp, the sky was gradually darkening.
After the ceremonial reception, King Zhao excused himself and left.
Night falls quietly.
The surviving clan members of the Yan Kingdom were temporarily arranged in the northeast corner near the central army of the camp.
Hearing the footsteps of patrols outside the camp, Boying's hanging heart gradually calmed down.
Although she knew that the ordeal had just begun, at least the immediate embarrassment was over for the time being.
Zhao Ying's waiters brought them a lot of delicious food, including meat and fruits that they had not seen for more than a month.
Boying looked at the sumptuous dinner, but he didn't have much appetite at this time.
I took two symbolic bites of cooked green vegetables, picked up a few green dates, and stopped quickly.
Tai Ziping beside him was devouring his food, which showed that he was really hungry.
Seeing the young boy next to him eating in embarrassment, Bo Ying suddenly felt a little unwilling to accept it.
However, think about the fact that the already shattered Yan Kingdom needs this thin shoulder to carry it. She couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
The King of Yan will die and the country will be destroyed. She, the Queen of Yan, is also temporarily granted a title. The Yan clan has abandoned the country and fled, and the land of Yan has been controlled by the Qi people. Is there any hope for them to return?
Most of the people who stayed in Yan and resisted silently were careerists who kept a low profile and waited for the opportunity.
With only their orphans and widowed mothers, how can they regain their rightful place?
Although the State of Zhao was powerful, commanding hundreds of thousands of soldiers and intimidating the other countries in northern Xinjiang, why did the Zhao people mobilize large armies and spend countless amounts of money to help the Yan people fight against the powerful State of Qi. And even if the Zhao State sends troops and drives away the Qi people, will they help the Yan State restore its orthodoxy as written in the alliance book? Help her son restore the royal power...or just annex the Yan Kingdom.
Nowadays, all countries are fighting for their own interests, the interests of the country and the interests of the nobility.
Boying is not some girl who loves to dream. She is the princess of the Qin Kingdom, and she is the experienced Queen Yan. She has a thorough understanding of the political conspiracy behind it.
Before the Jidu was broken, the ministers of the Yan State were infiltrated by Qi and Zhao. If what he expected was correct, the many ministers who guarded their mother and son along the way were basically Zhao's spies.
But what can she do?
Boying certainly hopes that Zhao Guo can keep his promise and help Yan Guo. In this way, as the legitimate son of the former King of Yan, her son Ji Ping is very likely to return to the Yan Kingdom and sit in the position he deserves in glory. She could also rely on her mother and her son to become a powerful queen mother with fine clothes and fine food, and no longer had to live such a life of dependence on others.
But she also knew that the State of Zhao was not the one-spoken palace of King Zhao, just like the State of Yan. There are clans and civil and military ministers. They control the direction of a country. What are their respective opinions?
Boying could not influence the thoughts of King Zhao and the Zhao family's courtiers, but she thought based on her own experience. In a court, it is difficult for everyone to have the same opinion, and there will always be disputes and differences.
At this time, the way the young King Zhao looked at her suddenly came to Shang Bo Ying's mind. She thought carefully about King Zhao's words and demeanor when they met tonight. Gradually, a hint of unrealistic hope quietly hit her heart.
At this moment, Ji Ping on the side seemed to be full, and said to the queen mother opposite: "Aren't you hungry?"
Boying turned around after hearing the sound. Stroking the young son's hair, she said in a gentle tone: "Ping'er has eaten enough, so go and rest."
Ji Ping nodded, stood up and bowed: "My son, please leave." Then he was led out of Boying's sleeping tent by the palace servants.
Looking at the leaving figure of the youngest son, he was at an age when he should have grown up lively. A dignified prince of a country, but he is homeless and cannot live in exile in other countries.
Ying immediately gritted his teeth in his heart. Her mother country, Qin, was already too busy to take care of itself. How could the King of Qin care about her, his eldest daughter? Now their mother and son's hope can only rely on Zhao Guo.
The palace man carefully cleared away the leftovers, and the maid on one side said: "Does the queen need to take a bath?"
Boying nodded to himself.
"This slave will go and boil the water and help the queen bathe and change clothes." The maid bowed and left.
...After washing, the night was getting darker. Boying was wearing a close-fitting silk dress and lying on his side on the couch.
But she didn't fall asleep. She was very awake and thinking non-stop... She was thinking wildly in her mind whether King Zhao would come over at night. She still remembered the look in his eyes when they separated and the location of the sleeping tent. She I always feel that that young man has some thoughts about her, and maybe he will find an opportunity to talk to her at night...
Although the country was ruined and the family was destroyed, Boying knew that she was a queen and could not easily damage her reputation. But nowadays, when you are under someone else's roof, even your life and death depend on someone else's thoughts. If King Zhao really meant it, how could she resist?
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In King Zhao's tent, which is no more than 100 meters away from Queen Yan's sleeping tent.
Zhao Wangyong was reading at night at this time. It would be sheer nonsense to say that he did not covet Queen Yan's Queen Boying.
With a noble status, a beautiful woman, and a miserable situation, especially that pitiful face, what normal man wouldn't want to ravage her?
The lethality of this kind of woman is far greater than that of the ordinary Qing Pheasant.
Especially for men who haven't tasted meat in the past few months.
But now there are more important things than venting your desires.
Although Zhao Yong is not a gentleman, he is the king of a country after all. It is not very wise to ruin important things for the sake of temporary desires. And even if he covets her, the two of them have just met, and women will inevitably be wary of someone they just met. If Zhao Yong is impatient at this time, it will easily make Boying feel insecure, which is quite unwise.
Once Boying, as the queen, does not trust him, then Zhao Guo's plot against Yandi will inevitably be hindered. Wouldn't it be worth the loss?
Zhao Yong didn't know what Queen Yan was thinking. So he thought so.
Although I was crazy about my thoughts, fortunately I was distracted by state affairs.
Qin! Bashu!
The movements of Qin State have always been what Zhao Yong is most concerned about.
Although Qin's territory continued to shrink, its national power was also repeatedly weakened. However, only Zhao Yong knew how terrifying the Qin country's back power was.
In his heart, as long as the Qin State is not completely annexed and eliminated, the Qin people will always be the biggest threat to Zhao State. Even far surpassing the giant Qi.
Politics, national policies and even its unique geographical location are the capital of Qin's rise again and again.
In the melee between the five countries of the Central Plains, there is no sign of the Zhao State at first glance, but the promotion of the Zhao State is indispensable behind the scenes, whether it is economic products or military equipment.
However, to his surprise, something unexpected happened.
Chongguo was destroyed, Bashu fought in chaos, and Qin divided its forces.
Qin divided its troops into Bashu and other princes may not be aware of the crisis.
But Zhao Yong, a veteran, knew that Bashu could never be occupied by Qin.
Looking at Kanyu Map, Zhao Yong fell into deep thought.
He wanted to get involved, but if Zhao State pulled the battle line to the southwest at this time, Zhao State would not be able to stay out of the melee among the five countries in the Central Plains.
And if there is no intervention, according to historical trends, the land of Bashu will most likely be captured by Qin.
Zhao Yong kept tapping his fingers on the eucalyptus, making irregular "dongdongdong..."
Although Chu State would not sit back and watch Qin State seize Bashu, Qin State seemed to have thought of a way.
Fei Yi put down the silk book in his hand and looked back, only to see Zhao Yong with a sad face.
"Your Majesty, you think the alliance made by Qin State is inappropriate?" Fei Yi said.
Zhao Yong shook his head: "What do you think, Master Fei?"
After Fei Yi thought carefully for a moment, he said: "I, Zhao, have been looking for Yan for a long time. Now that the Yan clan is in danger, the Queen of Yan and the Yanzi are all in my hands. I can drive Qi to restore Yan. The land of Yan may be my Zhao land. The people of Yan hate Qi. , but Qi is so powerful that it is still not easy to resist Qi with the strength of Zhao. Now Qin is taking the initiative to seek alliance and is willing to send troops to force Qi to return the land of Yan. You should give Zhao a big boost.
The king's concerns are known to the ministers, and it may be Qin's plan. Qin's plan may be to ask Zhao to reject Qi and Chu. However, it has no intention of harming me, Zhao. It is actually a strategy of peace between the two. Today, the people of Qin have long lost their former prosperity, and Qi is our first enemy to Zhao. "
Zhao Yong nodded silently and then said, "Master Fei knows the land of Bashu."
Fei Yi suddenly realized, and then he understood, and immediately replied: "Bashu is a barbarian, a rich country, and a dangerous place. Today, Bashu is in chaos and wants to attract Qin to enter. Is the king worried that Bashu will be captured by Qin?"
"Exactly." Zhao Yong said.
Fei Yi stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. Today's Qin is not what it used to be. It defends Qi in the east and Chu in the south. How can it do its best to fight against Bashu? It is easy to fall into Bashu, but it is difficult to capture Bashu. Qin is like this With the power of time, attack and chaos will happen, but if you are unable to control it, you will make a mistake!”
Zhao Yong thought deeply for a moment... and nodded slightly.
What Fei Yi said is not unreasonable.
He cannot keep his eyes on Qin and ignore threats elsewhere.
Zhao's primary enemy at this time was Qi.
Looking at the following countries today, only Qi can compete with Zhao.
The enemy of your enemy is your friend, even if you are a former enemy.
Turning around and looking at Qin, Qin's national power is now extremely weak. Although it will be strong in the future, it will take time to recover.
And today's Qin has no advantage over Zhao in terms of geography and terrain. Shangjun is in Zhao, not Qin, and the Yellow River has become Zhao's inland river. If the Zhao army really wants to attack Qin, they can follow Shangjun south and enter the pass, and they will be able to attack Xianyang City in a blink of an eye... If we have to talk about Qin's advantage over Zhao, That's Zhao Yong's mentality.
Moreover, Qin's coveting of Bashu this time was probably a wrong move.
The state of Qin in Bashu is not like the state of Zhao in Zhongshan.
It can be said that Zhao State's annexation of the Hu people and Zhongshan was done with a lot of preparations many years in advance.
Promote Hu clothing, riding and shooting, and actively absorb the people who moved in from Rong and Di. Recognizing the customs and sentiments of Rong and Di from a political and psychological level is a sense of national identity. Just now the battle was successful.
The Qin people were not prepared for this. Although we have the right time, the location and the people have nothing to do with each other.
In other words, even if the Qin army captured Bashu, it was a military conquest and physical oppression.
And where there is oppression, there must be resistance.
The people of Bashu and Shu obeyed Qin, and they would certainly not identify with Qin like the people of Zhongshan who obeyed Zhao.
Instead, civil strife continued.
By that time, will Qin still have excess national power to quell the rebellion in Bashu?
Bashu, which was experiencing constant civil strife, was no longer a delicious pastry to the Qin State, but a hot potato.
Maybe in the end, the land of Bashu will drag down the Qin State and eventually become someone else's dowry.
Zhao Yong suddenly understood, and then said: "Send this letter to Lord Anping, and you can accept the gift from Qin. We, Zhao, are willing to form an alliance with Qin, and we will work together for great justice to conquer Qi and restore Yan."
Fei Yi was pleased and bowed: "Your Majesty, the Holy Ming."
Zhao Yong said: "Fei Shi should rest early. We have to march early tomorrow morning."
"Here." Fei Yi bowed and left the tent.
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The moon turns to the east, inside Queen Yan's sleeping tent.
Boying could hardly open her eyes. King Zhao hadn't come yet. She couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the vigorous King Zhao was actually a benevolent gentleman? Accompanied by complicated emotions, her beautiful eyes closed solemnly.
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As we look back on September, at dawn, drizzle suddenly begins to fall in the sky. The autumn rain gradually freezes, chilling people's hearts.
In the Zhao Jun camp by the Huaishui River, horns sounded before dawn.
Boying opened Mohu's eyes, and she felt like she had just fallen asleep.
The autumn wind blows, the autumn rain falls continuously, the grass and trees wither and turn yellow, the wild geese fly from the north to the south, and the old people never return.
The Zhao army marched ten miles eastward, then entered Haocheng instead of rushing south.
At this time, Haicheng Central Street, under the eaves on both sides, was full of people watching, and there were many officials and civilians holding umbrellas in the rain.
At the gate of the city, groups of soldiers were passing by in a procession with a solemn look on their faces, and the sound of neat footsteps was continuous. In the outer city, mud and sewage were stepped on and splashed everywhere.
The advancing team passed by, and Zhao Yong, who was wearing armor and stomach, slowly walked down from the carriage. The soldiers on one side immediately opened their umbrellas to cover his head.
Zhao Yong waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Take the umbrella away."
When the civil and military officials and people who greeted him saw the king getting on and off the car, they all knelt down and worshiped him.
In front of the team, there were several shamans dancing strange dances.
At this time, many horse-drawn carriages and mule carts with white flags and coffins came in from the city gate.
Zhao Yong spit out a mouthful of white mist, bent down and bowed deeply to the convoy.
The soldiers around him, as well as the officials and people who greeted him, also bowed to the motorcade.
The motorcade slowly passed through the city gate, and Zhao Yong stood in the cool rain, motionless for a long time. The rain quickly soaked his whole body, and the water on his bun kept sliding down his cheeks, making him feel itchy, but he resisted and did not move.
On the streets, many people were crying in sorrow.
Perhaps among the dead soldiers were their husbands, their fathers, and their sons.
In this situation, no one said anything, and there was nothing unforeseen.
The atmosphere was indescribably solemn, and the world was filled only with obscure sacrifices and whimpering sorrow.
These soldiers of Zhao State who died in battle were all for his ambition as the king and for the strength of Zhao State. Zhao Yong bowed down to salute the bodies of the fallen soldiers, gave them courtesy, and compensated their family papers, which he felt was appropriate.
Although he could not collect the bodies of all the soldiers, he undoubtedly set a good example.
There are even many Zhongshan people and Hu people in the city, and they are also suffering and mourning.
