Everyone has already understood from King Zhao's words that Lin Xiangru's heartfelt words of advice just now were enough to feed the dog.
However, for some reason, Lin Xiangru did not remonstrate, and the people present who had their own thoughts also had no more words to say.
As a result, the storm caused by the "good news" immediately dissipated with Pingyuan Jun's response. It's just that Zhao Kuo, a man of later generations who is used to seeing battles between palaces and officials, never imagined that he could almost bring disaster to himself despite his obvious victory.
The ancients were never stupid!
The way out of the palace was very short, so short that by the time several important ministers bowed to each other, their figures were already submerged in the darkness.
The road out of the palace was so long that Lin Xiangru, who was seriously ill, had to lie half-lying while being carried out by his attendants.
Also walking alone on the roadside was Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng. The palace attendants were holding lights to guide the way. Pingyuan Jun was behind, lowering his head and walking slowly along the familiar but unfamiliar palace wall. The towering palace walls on both sides almost obscured the bright moon. Only through the light of the fire in the hands of the attendants could one vaguely see Pingyuan Jun's frown, obviously thinking about something.
"Stop!" A gentle command sounded beside Mr. Pingyuan.
The sedan chair then stopped beside Mr. Pingyuan. Zhao Sheng, who was freed from his thoughts, quickly turned around and bowed in greeting: "Lin Shangqing."
Lin Xiangru, who was half lying on the sedan chair pointing towards China, coughed lightly and called out, "Mr. Pingyuan."
The feeble voice is not so clear even in the silent night.
"Come forward." Lin Xiangru raised his hand and said with difficulty.
Upon seeing this, Lord Pingyuan immediately took two steps forward and came to Lin Xiangru. With the faint light of the attendant in front, Lord Pingyuan could clearly see Lin Shangqing in front of him.
The debate in the palace lasted less than half an hour, but Lin Shangqing seemed to have experienced several spring and autumn years. Perhaps King Zhao also made many contributions.
There was no trace of blood on his pale face. A pair of sharp eyes that once forced King Qin to retreat were now slightly closed listlessly. His lips were dry and cracked. He was trying hard to breathe every breath of air, but he could clearly feel that his air intake was less and less. Take out a lot of anger.
"Sir, take care!" Mr. Pingyuan said this unconsciously, but he couldn't say the second half of the sentence.
The person in front of me is a person who has truly dedicated himself to the State of Zhao. Even though he is so ill, he still insists on obeying the imperial edict and entering the palace to discuss matters late at night. He is burning his last flame and wants to serve the State of Zhao and the State of Zhao. King Zhao lights the way forward.
Unfortunately, not everyone wants or needs the guidance of others.
Looking at the "young people" in front of him, Lin Xiangru rarely showed a smile. He wanted to talk to them about state affairs and describe the future of Zhao State. Lin Xiangru was happy from the bottom of his heart that Shangdang was about to win the battle in an impossible situation. He knew that after the victory, Zhao State was about to usher in a period of opportunity, a period of opportunity that was rare in a century.
Opportunities often herald dangers, especially when there is internal unrest. If you are not careful, an opportunity can turn into a crisis.
It's a pity that his illness is no longer enough to allow him to protect Zhao State from wind and rain, nor is it enough to support him to contribute to Zhao State's prosperity. In fact, his current physical strength is no longer enough for him to say more words.
This smile has too many meanings.
Immediately, Lin Xiangru pushed himself up and tried to sit upright. Lord Pingyuan also hurriedly stepped forward to support Lin Xiangru.
Lin Xiangru, who had sat upright a little, stretched out his withered hand, took Pingyuan Jun's arm as a fulcrum, and said slowly: "Zhao Kuo is the backbone of the country, even if he is incorruptible and has a single field, he is not as good as Zhao Kuo!"
In just one sentence, Lin Xiangru was already out of breath.
Mr. Pingyuan hurriedly said: "I know what your Majesty means! Please take care of yourself."
Faced with Lin Xiangru's evaluation, to be honest Mr. Pingyuan was a little surprised. Although Zhao Kuo cleverly defeated the Qin army in the Battle of Shangdang, and perhaps he was indeed better than Lian Po in some aspects, he was also assisted by Lian Po and Tian Dan. Even if he was better, it was only Just a few, and you should never say "just in case".
Of course, Mr. Pingyuan understands Lin Xiangru's feelings. It's just that he wants to keep Zhao Kuo no matter what, so it's natural to exaggerate. Facing Lin Xiangru, who was already terminally ill, Pingyuan Jun, who wanted to protect Zhao Kuo, naturally would not argue with Lin Xiangru.
However, Lord Pingyuan obviously underestimated Lin Xiangru and now Zhao Kuo. After all, the confrontation between Lord Pingyuan and the current Zhao Kuo was just a period of persuasion before the war started.
I saw that after hearing Lord Pingyuan's perfunctory words, Lin Xiangru not only did not feel relieved, but waved his hands with great effort.
He said, "This is not my evaluation, but what Lian Po and Tian Dan told me in private messages."
"Ah?" Mr. Pingyuan was really surprised when he heard this. If this "just in case" comment comes from Lin Xiangru, Lord Pingyuan can laugh it off, but if it comes from the mouths of Lian Po and Tian Dan, two experienced generals who fought alongside Zhao Kuo, Lord Pingyuan cannot. No more attention.
Regardless of whether this evaluation is a self-effacing statement by the two, it at least illustrates one point: both Tian Dan and Lian Po are convinced of Zhao Kuo's military ability. In other words, Zhao Kuo took orders for this battle not because of King Zhao's order, but because the two of them truly believed in Zhao Kuo.
You need to know who Lian Po and Tian Dan are!
One was the only military god before Zhao State. He fought dozens of battles, large and small, so that the barbarians in the north did not dare to go south, and the people of Yan State in the east screamed!
The other one was even more ruthless, resisting the Five Nations Allied Forces for several years with the strength of one city. In the end, he charged into the battle with a fire bull and conquered seventy-two cities, finally restoring the weak Qi Dynasty.
Such two great gods actually gave a junior not just general praise, but words of admiration?
Then how powerful should this junior be?
Mr. Pingyuan suddenly realized that he had still underestimated the young man who was far away on the Shangdang battlefield!
Seeing the change in Lord Pingyuan's expression, Lin Xiangru knew that Lord Pingyuan must have realized something.
Then he continued: "With great blessings there must be great disasters, keep Zhao Kuo."
Fu coughed twice again, as if he was afraid that Lord Pingyuan would leave, and held onto Lord Pingyuan's arm harder and harder: "Protect Zhao Kuo, protect Zhao's peace for thirty years!"
After finishing speaking, Mr. Pingyuan stared at the old man in front of him with burning eyes.
And the withered hand finally put down, and Lin Xiangru, who lay down again, waved his hand, and the sedan immediately started and slowly disappeared into the darkness, leaving Lord Pingyuan to hesitate in place.
Those words were like a huge burden, which made Mr. Pingyuan almost breathless.
