After sending Xu Li away, Zhao Kuo turned around and walked towards the back hall. In the back hall, Zhao's mother was anxiously waiting for her son to return.
Heavy footsteps sounded in the back hall. After hearing the sound, Mother Zhao immediately stood up from the soft couch, her anxious eyes looking outside, even though she had repeatedly told Zhao Kuo to finish talking to Uncle Xu. , I want to come to her immediately.
Soon, Zhao Kuo's figure appeared in front of Zhao's mother.
"I have met my mother!" Zhao Kuo knelt down and saluted Mother Zhao.
"Kuo'er!" Mother Zhao helped Zhao Kuo up. Without waiting for Zhao Kuo to say anything, she immediately asked, "My son didn't promise anything to Uncle Xu, right?"
Obviously, the shrewd mother of Zhao had guessed Xu Li's purpose here - to persuade Zhao Kuo to wear armor and fight against the Qin army.
"Never." Zhao Kuo replied honestly.
"That's good, that's good!" Zhao's mother was obviously very happy after hearing Zhao Kuo's straightforward reply. Then Zhao's mother's expression changed and she began to talk: "Don't listen to those people. The old general Lian Po Lian can't control him, so how can my son win?! It's just in the name of my son being defeated."
"Xu Li, too, said that your father was not considerate of him, but I don't know where he listened to the slander and came here to get involved. I am afraid that it is because he has not been able to lead troops to fight in these years, and he is quite unhappy. Your father's It is true to say that he is good at planning battles but not good at planning lives." Mother Zhao continued to talk in a murmur.
Then he looked at Zhao Kuo again, with firmness in his eyes: "My son, listen to my words. No matter who comes to persuade you to fight, you must not allow it. Even if the king comes... "
Mother Zhao paused for a moment, obviously not very sure or prepared about how to refuse the king's arrival.
After thinking for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and said: "If the king comes in person, he will say that I am not feeling well and that I am in danger. I will have a bowel movement soon..."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Kuo knelt down in front of Zhao's mother with a plop, his eyes filled with tears.
If there is still selfless love in this world, it must be the love of parents.
In order to save her son from the whirlpool of the Changping War, Zhao's mother even used her own health as an excuse. You must know that the Warring States Period was not a materialistic world, and Zhao's mother's words were almost the same as cursing herself. It can even be said that he is exchanging his own life for his son's peace.
"Mother, be careful what you say and take care of yourself!" Zhao Kuo knocked his head on the cold ground.
With a crisp sound, Mother Zhao hurriedly helped Zhao Kuo up, and then gently wiped the bruise on Zhao Kuo's forehead with her old hands, just like when she was a child, she gently wiped the injured forehead of a child who fell.
Looking at his old mother, who was already a little stooped and had silver hair, Zhao Kuo seemed to have returned to the past in his previous life, with the same gentle brushing and the same loving face. Zhao Kuo's nose couldn't help but feel sore, and tears fell silently.
"It's all my fault that the old man left early, causing our orphans and widowed mothers to be bullied." Mother Zhao patted Zhao Kuo on the shoulder and comforted him carefully.
"Don't worry, mother. The child has grown up." Zhao Kuo wiped the blurred corners of his eyes, smiled and said.
"Well! Kuo'er has grown up! He can support the whole sky." Mother Zhao also laughed, but her laughter still couldn't wipe away the worry in her heart: "Kuo'er, why don't we go back home? ! Hide in the manor in Mafu Mountain, no one can find us..."
Zhao Kuo shook his head helplessly.
Adhering to historical materialism, he deeply knew that some things were not subject to his own will, especially when he was still very weak.
Xu Li's arrival also confirmed his guess: in today's world, except for himself and his mother who loves him deeply, almost everyone in the world is looking forward to him replacing General Lian Po.
Needless to say, the people of Qin, even the State of Zhao who gave birth to him and raised him, may be the same.
Ordinary people and old generals in the army could not see through the Qin people's strategies and regarded themselves as Zhao's only savior;
Those who saw through the Qin people's plan also had to sacrifice Zhao Kuo out of their own interests.
The whole world is full of enemies and he is not afraid. Zhao Kuo asks himself if he is that smart. Even if he escapes to the Mafu Mountain, he will probably be caught in a moment. And when that time comes, what greets me may not be gentle persuasion, but...
Therefore, Zhao Kuo understood that he still had to visit Changping Pass. All that is going on now is just to gain more support and bargaining chips for myself, so as to prevent Changping Pass from becoming the gate of death for me.
Sure enough, just as Zhao Kuo thought, with Xu Li's departure, Zhao Kuo's words of savior not only did not stop, but intensified in Handan City. The conversation between Zhao Kuo and Xu Li was also publicized intentionally or unintentionally.
As a result, the image of a gentle, reserved and modest gentleman was established in the hearts of the Zhao people. "Gentleman" is already the highest compliment for a person's moral level.
Immediately afterwards, fierce public opinion enveloped Ma Fujun's former subordinates, and with the praises from all over the Zhao court, they rushed to the Zhao mansion.
The already somewhat decayed Ma Fujun mansion was like a broken ship sailing in the sea, tossing up and down in the strong wind, heavy rain, and rapid waves, and it seemed that it would sink in the boundless waves in the next second.
Finally, the man entered the Zhao mansion with an ultimatum from King Zhao and the Zhao court.
"I've met Mr. Pingyuan!" Zhao Kuo bowed deeply to the visitor.
Regardless of his past friendship with Zhao She or his current status in the court, Pingyuan Lord Zhao Sheng is worthy of this great gift.
"Ma Fujun is well."
Perhaps it was an apology to an old friend, or a respect for Zhao Kuo who was about to go to the battlefield, Pingyuan Lord Zhao Sheng also bowed deeply to Zhao Kuo.
After the ceremony, an old man and a young man sat facing each other.
A wooden table separated the two people. There was a pot and two cups on the table, and a small stove was boiling the water beside the table.
The gurgling boiling water broke the silence between the two of them. Zhao Kuo straightened up, stretched out his right hand, and lifted the kettle. A column of clear water fell straight into the teapot on the table.
When the tea is eight minutes full, the water column stops. Under the brewing of boiling water, the veins of the tea leaves with distinct roots gradually unfold. The green color of spring appears again, with buds and leaves rolling up and down, like catkins in spring, curling and tingling. nice.
Both of them stared at the tumbling green leaves without saying a word, as if they had been tea lovers for many days, holding their breath for a cup of good tea. As the tea leaves stretch, the tea soup has turned into a light yellow color. A big hand picked up the teapot and poured tea into the cup in front of the old man. The light yellow tea among the dark brown pottery is even more ancient.
