The words of repeatedly emphasizing the need to protect Zhao Kuo continued to refresh Pingyuan Jun's understanding of Zhao Kuo. In particular, the phrase "Bao Bao Ning" means peace and security. Why is Ning safe? It is peace for the people to be peaceful, and it is peace for the treasury to be full. And this is obviously no longer something that a general should or can take care of.
The only explanation is that Lin Xiangru and Lin Shangqing have regarded Zhao Kuo as the pillar of the Zhao Kingdom, a figure comparable to Qin's Wei Yang and even Zhao Wuling King, not just a capable warrior like Lian Po. Will.
King Zhao Wuling! What a distant and dazzling memory. If it hadn't been for the Sand Dune Palace Incident, perhaps Zhao State's reforms would not have been abandoned halfway. Today's Zhao State should not give in at all compared to Qin State!
But, will Zhao Kuo be the chosen one?
Of course, these are all things for later! Mr. Pingyuan can also watch it calmly.
What makes Pingyuan Jun even more difficult to calm down is not in the words, but also outside the words.
Although there was no one in the corridor leading out of the palace, there was a pair of sharp ears and eyes on a high wall or behind a narrow door. Lin Xiangru, who was deeply involved in the officialdom, would not have known it. Walls have ears."
For such an "intimate" act during this trip, it was a heartfelt statement that was close to "entrusting a lonely person". He is undoubtedly telling others that he, Lord Pingyuan, is Lin Xiangru’s successor! Of course, perhaps Lin Xiangru was more likely to entrust Zhao Kuo. But unfortunately, Zhao Kuo is currently unable to bear this heavy responsibility.
But Mr. Pingyuan asked himself, can he afford it?
Lin Xiangru! That is an evergreen tree in the political arena of Zhao State!
Although in recent years, due to physical reasons, he has gradually faded away from the central decision-making level and no longer participates in general government affairs. But once it involves military and state affairs, as long as Lin Xiangru's health allows, King Zhao will definitely invite him to come and take charge, just like this night. Even though Lin Xiangru's suggestions were often unpopular with King Zhao.
More importantly, Lin Xiangru has been the minister of the State of Zhao for decades. Although he is an upright man, a gentleman and not a party member, he has trained and promoted many children from poor families during his so many years in office, and he has deep friendship with many famous families. Perhaps Even Lin Xiangru himself couldn't count them.
In addition to being close friends with General Lian Po, the military also regarded Lin Xiangru as half one of its own.
His prestige in the government is unparalleled.
And all of this will come to him in the shortest possible time - the only successor designated by Lin Xiangru and Lin Shangqing!
Lin Xiangru, who had dedicated his whole life to the State of Zhao, did not seek even the slightest benefit for his family until his death. Instead, he returned all his rights and prestige, all the things that the State of Zhao had given him, back to the State of Zhao. He handed it over to the person he thought was most beneficial to Zhao Guo.
Maybe this is called "when you have a breath, light a lamp".
After a long time, the sedan chair has gone away.
In the empty passage out of the palace, only Mr. Pingyuan and his attendants were left. After waking up, Mr. Pingyuan bowed deeply to the sedan chair that had disappeared.
In a moment of worship, the inheritance has come to an end.
But, the night is still very long!
The carnival in Changping Pass is still going on, the cups and plates are in a mess, and Zhao Kuo is also intoxicated telling a story about "talking on paper" with Duke Zhou;
In the Qin army's camp south of Shangdang, bursts of grunting could be heard. The continuous battles had consumed too much of the Qin army's physical strength. Although the future was uncertain, the Qin soldiers still worked hard to rest and regain their physical strength as soon as possible. ; Even Bai Qi fell into sleep. He knew that maybe after today, there would be no day of rest;
On the vast land of Shangdang, hundreds of scouts were divided into dozens of groups, shuttled among the criss-crossing mountain roads of Shangdang, or quietly groped towards the camp where the Qin army was located, or searched along the Danshui River, or even more. Several troops actually sneaked around the side of the Qin army;
And at the place where they set out, two veterans with white hair and beards were still in the sweltering tent, one holding a stick and the other holding a lamp, facing the dancing lights and discussing the future war in detail on the sand table;
Farther south, the ink-black alchemy water flows quietly. An army that has abandoned its armor and cannot even be called an army is
This elixir water is slowly moving forward.
Although the river water in summer is not bone-chilling, it still quietly takes away the warmth of the soldiers every moment. In addition, the food and fodder had been discarded long ago, and the soldiers who had not received energy replenishment gradually began to lose their strength. The dark road ahead made the soldiers feel extremely desperate.
General Jin Bi has taken off his military uniform, riding a war horse and riding on the waves, repeatedly patrolling among the military columns, so that every soldier can see his figure and hear his words, trying to arouse people in this way Morale has dropped to freezing point.
Unfortunately, this approach doesn't seem to be of much use. Almost every hundred meters, soldiers disappeared silently into the darkness, or they were exhausted and submerged into the Danshui, and followed the flowing water eastward, or they quietly touched the shore and disappeared while their colleagues around them were not paying attention. In the maze-like mountains and forests of Shangdang County;
In the center of the defeated army, several small boats were carefully guarded. On the small boats, Lord Xinling, with disheveled hair, had taken off his armor and was tasting the taste of defeat alone;
Thousands of miles away in the Wei palace, King Wei, who had always slept peacefully, suddenly fell into an ice cave, and an invisible hand dragged him towards the endless abyss! Both hands were grasping helplessly in the air. After a futile effort, the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger.
Fortunately, Lord Long Yang beside him woke up in time and kept rubbing his slender hands on King Wei's face, thus saving King Wei from the nightmare.
It is a pity that the Wei soldier who sank to the bottom of the water did not have a hand to hold his departing soul.
And in the Xianyang Palace, the capital of the Qin State, further to the west, the two monarchs and ministers who had reached an agreement were carefully looking through the Qin State's population yellow book to decide on the list of people to go to the expedition;
In a corner of the palace, the eunuch Ling hurriedly left, facing a burst of reprimands from Hei Bingtai's men. The ruthless whip struck the leader of the spies in black. Even the eunuch Ling himself did not let go... ...
"Snapped......"
With a crisp sound, the long whip dipped in cold water instantly cut across the thin Ge Yi. The clothes were torn and the flesh was exposed. A red mark accompanied by burning pain was clearly engraved on the dark back.
"Pah...pah..."
The sound of whips constantly echoed over the empty palace. Listening carefully, there was not a single word of moaning.
Not long after, the corner door opened, and countless people in black clothes filed out, then disappeared into the boundless darkness.
The night is long!
