"Your children are all in the Kingdom of Yan, and they came back to visit you only once in a few years. All the servants in the family have been dismissed by your master, and I am the only one left to accompany you, an old minister."
The retainer seemed to see Zhao Kuo's doubts and explained.
During the Warring States Period, the concept of monarch and ministers had not yet been fettered by many shackles. It emphasized that the monarch chose his ministers, and the ministers also chose the monarch.
It is common for fathers and sons to serve two countries, or to change nationalities. There are even cases where the two countries share the same prime minister, and Su Qin has the seal of the six countries.
It will not be considered disloyal or unfilial.
Le Yi once served as an official in Yan State, and used the seal of Yan and Zhao to attack Qi State. Later, he returned to Zhao State and was named Wang Zhujun.
There were two types of feudal kings during the Warring States Period. One was without a fiefdom. For example, Ma Fujun Zhao She had only one title.
One type has a fiefdom, such as I hope you will be happy, and the fiefdom is in Guanjin. Zhao Sheng, Lord of Pingyuan, has his fiefdom in Dongwu City.
However, even if they have a fiefdom, Le Yi, Zhao Sheng and others still have to live in Handan most of the time.
On the one hand, Handan is more prosperous.
On the other hand, it is also to reduce the fear of the monarch.
After all, the fiefdom is already a country within a country. If you still stay in the fiefdom every day, it will be difficult for the monarch not to suspect that you will do something.
You must know that the Zhao, Wei, and Han families relied on this to make their fortunes in the first place, and they are well versed in the method.
"I hope you are in good health?" Zhao Kuo asked.
"Not bad." The retainer sighed and said nothing more, just leading the two of them forward.
When Zhao Kuo saw Le Yi, he was dumbfounded.
Le Yi was standing in the field in the backyard, waving the hoe vigorously, and each stroke accurately landed on the roots of the weeds. With a gentle pull, the weeds were removed without any damage to the seedlings. He was so skilled. The level is no less than that of an experienced farmer who has been farming for twenty years.
"Who is your Excellency?" Seeing someone coming, Le Yi put down the bag in his hand and turned around slowly.
His hair was gray, his face was stained with dirt, and his coarse cloth clothes and trousers rolled up to his calves were stained with dirt. He was almost no different from an old farmer in the field.
If he hadn't known that there was only one Wang Zhujun in the Zhao Kingdom, Zhao Kuo would not have believed that the person in front of him was Le Yi, who led the five-nation coalition to defeat the Qi Kingdom, and later almost destroyed the Qi Kingdom.
"My servant Zhao Kuo, I have seen you all." Zhao Kuo said respectfully.
"Ma Fujun's son?" Le Yi was a little surprised.
"You know me?" Zhao Kuo said in surprise.
"I once heard your father mention you, saying that you are talented and have great ambitions. But you are arrogant and do not want to be down-to-earth and cannot be reused. Now it seems that it is not true."
Le Yi pulled the muddy shoes off his feet, knocked them on the stone nearby, put them on his feet again, clapped his hands again, dusted off the dust on his hands and clothes, got up and walked slowly towards the house. .
"Father is right. The younger generation was indeed arrogant and arrogant before. After reading history books recently, I realized that I lacked a lot. So I dare not be complacent." Zhao Kuo stepped forward to help Le Yi.
Le Yi did not stop him and allowed Zhao Kuo to support him, even though his body might be stronger than Zhao Kuo's.
When the two of them arrived at the house, Le Yi's retainers had already prepared a banquet.
It was a very simple banquet, with only one jar of turbid wine and two vegetarian dishes. The retainer borrowed the wine from a neighbor.
Although Le Yi had a fiefdom, Guanjin had never donated a penny or a grain of rice to him since the death of King Zhao Huiwen.
Le Yi knew what was going on, but didn't say anything.
His children are all in the Yan Kingdom. His daughter married a noble of the Yan Kingdom, and his son was named a king. A little money no longer mattered.
"History books are great. Military books can only teach people how to plan for others. History books can teach you how to plan for yourself. Back then, I..."
Maybe it's because people talk more as they get older.
As soon as he sat down, Le Yi began to talk about his past experiences.
From the time when he was favored by King Yan Zhao and worked together to reform the State of Yan, to the great defeat of the Qi army and the capture of more than 70 cities in the State of Qi, to the final defeat and the escape to the State of Zhao.
There were a lot of emotions and insights from Le Yi.
Zhao Kuo listened carefully without any impatience.
Le Yi's words were of great help to him in understanding the world and its future development.
"It turns out that this world is really different from the Warring States Period in history. I don't know who is better between him and my father. But in terms of performance, Le Yi is better. If King Yan Zhao doesn't die, Le Yi will probably not be worse than Bai Qi." Zhao Kuo thought to himself.
Every thousand-mile horse needs a Bole who belongs to him.
But Bole, who belonged to Le Yi, passed away at the most critical moment.
This is Le Yi's biggest regret in his life.
Even so, Le Yi still became one of the Ten Philosophers of the Martial Arts Temple.
If he can be given a platform to fully display his talents, it is difficult to imagine how great Le Yi will be.
"Use history as a mirror, use history as a mirror, Zhao Kuo, never become a general. If you lose, you will not be able to save your life, and you will have to endure eternal infamy. If you win, the king will be jealous, and you will not be able to save your own life." life."
Le Yi drank the wine in one gulp, then slapped Jue heavily on the table and shouted unwillingly.
The expression of the retainer next to him changed and he secretly looked at Zhao Kuo.
"Yes, peace is determined by the general, and the general is not allowed to see peace. This has been the case since ancient times." Zhao Kuo sighed.
For five thousand years, China has had countless famous generals, but only a few of them died well.
"Since Ma Fuzi knows these truths, why did he go to Changping?" Le Yi looked at Zhao Kuo.
"King Zhao gave the order before I crossed over. I can't refuse even if I want to." Zhao Kuo cursed King Zhao and his predecessor in his heart, but he said righteously: "The soldiers on the front line are still waiting to go home. .”
"Do you think you can defeat Qin?" Le Yi's mouth curved, as if he was mocking Zhao Kuo for overestimating his own capabilities.
"I can't, so I'm here to visit you. Please help me." Zhao Kuo stood up and bowed down.
"Give me a reason." Le Yi's eyes were bright.
"I hope you would rather die in bed or fight on the battlefield, even if you may die in battle?" Zhao Kuo said solemnly.
From the moment he entered Wangzhujun's mansion, Zhao Kuo knew that Le Yi had not had a good life in Zhao Kingdom these years.
A famous general at the level of the Ten Philosophers of the Martial Temple, a warrior of extraordinary level, but with fame but no power, he lived in Handan City like a prisoner for nineteen years.
Doesn't he want to fight on the battlefield?
No!
In the conversation just now, Le Yi was almost recalling the past of leading troops to fight.
Zhao Kuo had no apparent intention of coming, so Le Yi mentioned the Battle of Changping and even knew that Zhao Kuo had been appointed as the head coach of the Zhao army.
He is paying attention to the war all the time!
How could you not want to!
For so many years, he has been waiting for King Zhao to enable him.
Waiting for the next Bole.
This is nineteen years of waiting...
"You have wasted nineteen years, do you still have to wait for the next nineteen years? How many nineteen years can you have in your life?" Zhao Kuo said.
"Yes, how many nineteen years can there be in life?"
Le Yi stood up slowly, the aura of an old farmer gradually receding from his body, replaced by an undefeated power.
The famous general who had been dormant for nineteen years has awakened again!
"You have my wish, but I dare not invite you."
