Zhao Palace.
There were lights and shadows inside, and there was a lot of people outside.
In the dark snowy night, there were many officials and retainers who could not afford to kneel. They had been shouting outside the palace for a long time, and their voices were hoarse in the end.
It was as if he was crying out with blood, asking King Zhao not to kill Zhao Zheng, and begging him to take back his life.
Lao Zhao was a fierce person. In just one afternoon, at least a dozen people were killed outside the palace. The servants prepared wooden stretchers in the back to carry out the corpses in time, thinking not to drag out the crying people and bury them.
There were frequent remonstrances outside, and King Zhao was pacing back and forth in the palace.
His intestines are now full of regret.
Why couldn't he think of killing Zhao Zheng, Qin's hostage? What was he thinking when he gave the order?
King Zhao couldn’t understand.
It’s been a long time since I felt like my intestines were turning green.
King Zhao looked up at the relief on the top, thinking that the last time was the Battle of Changping, when he decided to abandon Lian Po and reuse the armchair Zhao Kuo.
That battle was so heroic. Not only was Zhao defeated, but more than 400,000 young men were killed by the enemy Bai Qi.
More than 400,000 Zhao Guoqingzhuang...
What does this mean to Zhao people? What do you think of Zhao State?
He is the father of so many Zhao people, his son is so many Zhao people, and he is the husband of so many Zhao people. The whole country is grieving and mourning is everywhere. Even the migratory birds passing by and migrating over Zhao State were screaming incessantly.
Just because he was eager to win, he planted a plan to alienate Qin.
He actually let the proud and underestimating Zhao Kuo come on stage, which resulted in this tragic situation.
If there wasn't so much glory and wealth to enjoy, King Zhao would have found a pillar and bumped into it.
However, after this battle, he finally recognized himself.
Those virtuous ministers who pointed at the emperor's backbone and cursed him until their faces turned red. Don’t those faint-hearted kings themselves know whether they are faint or not?
It may not be obvious that King Zhao is a foolish king who is very self-aware.
Sitting in this position without strong abilities is the greatest stupidity.
Now the seven kingdoms are fighting for hegemony, the situation is changing, and the times have created countless heroes.
Of course, some people are unable to get up despite the current situation. His biological father, King Wuling of Zhao, was so charming and reformed, which made the Zhao State stronger than ever before. Even the Qin State, a country of tigers and wolves, could not compare with him.
This is a true hero.
As a result, the good country was left in the hands of his son, and it began to fail.
This is really useless.
King Zhao stretched out his hands to cover his face.
Too embarrassed to see anyone.
He simply saw the facts clearly and stopped insisting on making a name for himself. After all, it was not the same material and there was no point in cutting it. He now advocates reusing Lian Po and recuperating.
And put the fire of Zhao's restoration on his prince Zhao Yan.
His son has a square face, looks like him, has a personality like him, and has been smart since he was a child.
Apart from being a little lustful, lustiness is nothing. What real hero can't be a bit lustful?
But recently, I don’t know what kind of demon I have fallen in love with, but I have fallen in love with a HD prostitute named Lin Meier.
If he just likes her, that's all. He is my father, not his mother, so I can't even care about my son's bed curtains. But she didn't expect that she would want that prostitute to be the crown prince's wife, the future queen.
King Zhao had no expression on his face at that time. He asked someone to close the palace door and kicked him angrily.
He is now in his thirties, in his thirties. Even if you beat a turtle, you can still beat him.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yan fell in love with him and went on a hunger strike when he returned. To say that his will is really strong, the people who come to report are all the princes who have lost weight a few times and are about to die.
King Zhao was so angry that he only felt distressed. After thinking about it carefully, he decided to let it go.
After all, a woman may have only a few years of youth, but she may get tired of it after a few years, and then she can't bear to fall into it for a while, just like he fell into the demonic obstacle of wanting to make a career.
This son is as bad as him.
But he fell into a war and couldn't get up, so his son couldn't fall into a woman's arms and couldn't get up, right?
King Zhao still felt that his son would definitely have a great future and would not be so cowardly.
So he relaxed and agreed.
That kid Zhao Yan happily told him about his future ambitions and hegemony, and even when spittle splashed on his face, he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.
King Zhao felt much better when he thought of his excited look.
After thinking about it for a few times, King Zhao finally figured it out. Although he didn't know why he wanted to kill all Qin's prostitutes, he made a mistake, even if he was the king, he had to make up for it even if he lost face.
Once Qin's proton dies, there is no doubt that the confrontation between Qin and Zhao will break again.
If there is a real fight then, Zhao State has only suffered a disastrous defeat a few years ago. It will either be swallowed up by Qin State, or it will lose both sides with Qin State and be swallowed up by other enemy countries that are eyeing it.
King Zhao raised his sleeves and blew his nose.
"Chichi——"
After he finished blowing, he was about to go out and take back the king's life, but as soon as he took one foot, he felt something was wrong.
The servants in the palace had all gone out, and no one was adding fuel to the stove, causing the temperature to drop suddenly. But King Zhao seemed to feel that every pore on his body was rolled by snow, and the hairy chestnuts climbed up from his back to his neck.
No, no.
There's no way he wouldn't understand such a simple truth.
King Zhao trembled.
Then why did he agree and write the king's letter in his own hand? What happened during the day?
At this moment, the palace door opened.
The eunuch outside the palace ignored the king's order and ran in, saying anxiously: "It's not good, king, it's not good! The White Immortal who turned stone into gold turned all the gold into stone overnight. Your Majesty, go quickly." Let's see!"
In the flash of lightning, something seemed to flash in King Zhao's mind.
The sorcerer Bai Xianren had come to see him in the morning, when he was reading the document submitted by Prince Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan said that he would send Qin's hostage Zhao Zheng to the war frontier, and hang him out during the war with the enemy to show the power of Zhao and prevent other countries from invading.
What bullshit.
He threw the document away after reading it, but he didn't know when Bai Xianren quietly appeared next to him and asked him: "King Zhao, do you hate the people of Qin?"
Hate, why not hate.
The people of Zhao and Qin have been sworn enemies for generations.
"hatred."
He said "hate" at that time, and then he didn't remember anything.
King Zhao felt more and more frightened.
Could it be that this is a spy from the enemy country, who wants to destroy the Zhao country?
At this time, King Zhao couldn't care about anything. He quickly grabbed the eunuch, but he didn't expect that his knees were sore and he was sitting on the ground. He shouted hysterically: "Go! Go! Go and take back the king's life. Zhao Zheng can't kill, absolutely can't kill, kill If it’s gone, it’s gone! The Kingdom of Zhao is gone, and so is this king!”
"Zhao Zheng cannot be killed."
A light tone came out of the eunuch's thin lips, as if he had changed his appearance, he raised his head.
Like a piece of drawing paper put into clear water, the thick ink faded away, and unprovoked evil and violence covered his silver hair, "Then I will kill you so that I can make way for your good son as soon as possible."
"Pfft."
The dagger sank into the flesh.
King Zhao opened his eyes wide and fell heavily on the jade steps. It was obvious that he was stabbed in the chest, but black blood rushed out of his eyes, and then black blood gushed out from his nose, the corners of his mouth and even his ear holes. Within a moment, , and became a bloody man.
The smell of blood filled the hall.
Lasts forever.
They remonstrated to death, and the ministers even remonstrated their king to death.
*
After almost ten days of sleepless nights, Baitao followed Zhao Zheng and Zhao Ji and his party finally escaped from the border of Zhao State.
Over the past few days, officers and soldiers from all directions have been chasing and intercepting them. They were attacking with guns and hidden arrows like locusts. They were shouting and waving their whips to death. The carriages were almost falling apart as they rushed towards them.
Either on the run or on the way to escape.
Even if you go into a village and spend some money to buy some dry food, meat, and some cotton cloth, you will only have a short breather. If you want to rest, you won't dare to rest at all.
After half a month of hard work, no matter how hard my body is, I can't stand it.
Needless to say, Zhao Ji's hair was disheveled, her face was as pale as paper, and she was as thin as a bone.
Zhao Zheng's sharp chin line looked more obvious, and he leaned against the wall of the carriage with the sleeping Baitao in his arms.
Zhao Zheng closed his eyes and used it as a meat pad to make Baitao, who was sleeping in his arms, feel a little better.
Even though he was still haggard from being beaten, there was no trace of pain or discomfort on his face.
"Well--"
The girl in her arms let out a cry, and her long and curled eyelashes opened like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.
"Zhao Zheng."
Her voice was delicate and thin, as if soaked in warm water.
Zhao Zheng: "I'm here."
Baitao fell into an intermittent coma after coming out of Zhao Wang's palace. This coma was not uncomfortable, but it was not driven by any consciousness on her part.
It was like the demonic power that was swimming around in the body turned into bursts of bubbles that wanted to come out of the body, but they burst the moment they emerged.
It goes round and round like this, condensing and then breaking apart, breaking up and then condensing again.
She was in and out of consciousness.
However, the days of coma were always longer. When she woke up briefly, she heard the sound of various swords clashing. Zhao Zheng held her tightly in his arms and whispered not to be afraid.
In fact, vixens have nothing to be afraid of.
She has been fearless since she was a child, but she is far away from death and does not understand the meaning of death.
But now that her acupuncture points have been sealed by her brother, she is only a hair away from death. It is very likely that she will die. She should be afraid.
But Baitao leaned against his chest, listening to his beating heart.
So vivid and powerful.
She felt that she was not afraid of anything. Mortals were so weak and insignificant, but they could always create miracles, miracles of coming out of death.
"What a bastard. I haven't slept for three days. Zhao Bing left and Hu Bing came. What a fucking bastard!"
A man's vulgar roar came from outside the carriage.
Another person said: "General, I'm afraid it's freezing in the south and the Hu soldiers really can't find food, so they went south to the Yinshan grassland and plundered everywhere. We were walking on a deserted road again. The Hu soldiers are good at chasing and riding and shooting. And plundering never leaves anyone alive, general, we are going to catch up soon! Please make a decision quickly!"
"His grandma's."
The general uttered rude words, obviously in an extremely bad mood, "I crawled out of the death pit in the Battle of Changping, and I'm still afraid of this savage! Brothers, pin your heads to the waistband of your trousers, let's Fight to the death!"
"Yes! General!"
The sound outside sounded like a bell.
Another older voice said: "You must, you must not be so reckless. Zhao Guoxue's Hu people's "Hufu cavalry and shooting" army has risen. The skill of these Hu people on horseback to plunder is unmatched. , if we catch up, we will definitely bite off a big piece of meat. This is still thousands of miles away from Qin. The danger behind is unknown. We originally lost most of it, but if we lose it here, general, we must not fight recklessly. ah!"
The general made strange noises in his heart, but finally compromised: "Everyone abandon their vehicles! Run to the southwest!"
Zhao Zheng in the carriage pricked up his ears and listened.
He was smart enough, and almost halfway through speaking in the older voice, he stuffed the bag of dried meat in the carriage into his arms and hugged Baitao tightly.
"boom--"
The carriage sank.
It turned out that Fan Yuqi, the Qin army general who had spoken just now, got in.
He was the general sent by Lu Buwei, the Marquis of Wenxin, to bring Zhao Zheng back to his country. He planned to pay a large sum of money to redeem him, but he had no choice but to be attacked by the King of Zhao, so he could only stay at the inn.
Hu Feng has a charming eye at the wine shop, and he is also good at wine and meat. He will lose all the ransom money in a few days.
Just when he was about to lose his head because of a bad relationship, he suddenly heard the news that the prince and political figures were being persecuted and that he was asked to wait for others outside the palace.
No one knew who to send the message to, so Fan Yuqi could only seize this opportunity, but he didn't expect it to be true.
This escape was hasty. He led a group of dead soldiers to not only fight, but also to avoid the route.
Falling asleep is just a matter of a slight flick of your eyelids, and you have to continue your escape in the blink of an eye.
Fan Yuqi's eyes were dark and sunken from the exhaustion of many days, and his bulging eyes contained indifference and cruelty.
He twitched his cheeks, causing the scar on half of his face, and pointed his finger at the white peach protected by Zhao Zheng: "If you want to see your father who ascended the throne and enjoy the endless glory and wealth, take her give it to me."
