King Zhao looked at Lin Xiangru who was tugging at his sleeves, and felt even more impatient. In King Zhao's view, Lin Xiangru's so-called sincerity was nothing more than relying on his old age. However, King Zhao still had no choice but to do anything to him. In the end, I could only suppress the anger in my heart a little and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, Qing Lin, I will not chill the hearts of the soldiers."
Obviously, King Zhao's words were still perfunctory.
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Thank you, my king!" But at this time, Lin Xiangru seemed to be unable to think anymore. He thought that King Zhao had agreed to him, and said three words in a row, and the strength in his hand was also Gradually dissipated, King Zhao's sleeves were slowly loosened.
Immediately, Lin Xiangru, who was slightly relieved, fell back on the bed, faced the roof of the palace, and continued to murmur: "Because of his father, Zhao Kuo has few people in the court to help him. And his military ability is amazing. Zhuo Jue, if the king puts aside his grudge, Zhao Kuo will become my king's lonely minister and serve my king wholeheartedly. In this way, I can rest my eyes in peace under the Nine Springs."
Without waiting for the people around him to react, Lin Xiangru continued: "My king, please do not damage the talent of a pillar because of some arrogant things. The more talented the pillar is, the more amazing the talent is, the more arrogant and arrogant the heart will be. Arrogant people often cannot bear to be wronged, and once they are wronged, they will definitely retaliate, and they have considerable military morale and popular support. My king must remember to go along with it and not..."
Lin Xiangru turned his head as he spoke, wanting to emphasize something, but saw that the chair next to him was empty, and there was no sign of King Zhao anywhere!
The most important minister of the Zhao Kingdom once again fell on the bed in the cold side hall of the palace, leaving two lines of thick tears, but no more murmurs. Inexplicable sadness suddenly surged into his heart. After all, was King Zhao's move not a kind of betrayal? Betrayed a loyal minister who had devoted his life to the State of Zhao.
"That's okay, that's okay." Lin Xiangru said to himself in his heart. It was obvious that Lin Xiangru had despaired of this King Zhao. And despair never comes overnight. From the earnest advice that night, to the rejection that day, to the unprovoked secret solicitation of Zhao Kuo, each one of them has disappointed Lin Xiangru more than once.
But today's farewell without saying goodbye obviously broke the old man's heart.
Of course, who is Lin Xiangru? He is someone who can conclude with just a few glances that Qin has no sincerity in changing the city. Regardless of the situation in Zhao or the thoughts of King Zhao, Lin Xiangru has been immersed in officialdom for decades. , even if the body and bones are not as big as before, how can we be ignorant and unprepared?
Just making the final struggle with the last glimmer of hope. However, even Lin Xiangru did not expect that all hopes would end so hastily.
After holding up his frail body, Lin Xiangru staggered out of the hall with the help of the doctor.
Outside the Corner Tower Hall, the setting sun has gradually set in the west. The faint remaining light is still trying to bring enough warmth to the earth, but it can only give the earth a slight golden coat. A gust of wind passed by, bringing the coolness of the evening. Just like a late hero, although he wanted to continue to protect Zhao Guo, he was powerless.
Under the turret, King Zhao's chariot had already gone deep into the palace. Lin Xiangru glanced briefly, then turned his head and looked towards the now dark east, where the sun will rise tomorrow.
The creaking sound finally stopped, and the prison car finally arrived at his final destination - in front of the prison.
Lord Pingyuan jumped off the horse first, trotted all the way to the side of the prison cart, opened the prison cart for Zhao Kuo himself, helped Zhao Kuo out of the car, and personally unchained Zhao Kuo. Zhao Kuo, the younger generation, felt a little embarrassed when the time came. After all, Lord Pingyuan was also an old friend of Zhao Kuo's father, Lord Ma Fu, Zhao She. What's more, Lord Pingyuan is now considered one of the top figures in the Zhao court.
The reason why Mr. Pingyuan lowered his posture so low was not only out of a trace of guilt in his heart, nor out of respect for Zhao Kuo, the great hero of the Zhao Kingdom, but also because the streets were deserted today. The scene truly told Mr. Pingyuan: The general in front of him must not be underestimated.
While busy untying Zhao Kuo, Lord Pingyuan said with a little embarrassment: "Where the king's orders are, please stay here for a few days, Lord Ma Fu. Don't worry, I will be there for everything outside. Everyone at home Well, so-called
Regardless of the crime, I will shoulder the responsibility with my own strength. "
"In that case, I would like to thank you Lord Pingyuan." Zhao Kuo moved his hands that were bound stiffly and said slowly to Lord Pingyuan.
"I have ordered someone to tidy up a house inside. It can take as little as three to five days, or as long as seven or eight days. I will personally come to take Ma Fujun home." Lord Pingyuan lifted the chains, which was considered a promise to Zhao Kuo. .
"Nothing! It's much better here than I was in the military tent. At least I don't have to sleep in the open air. It doesn't hurt to stay for a few more days!" With that, Zhao Kuo strode towards the prison.
The old mother should have been sent home and was just living in a cell. Zhao Kuo really had nothing to worry about.
However, the hundreds of soldiers behind him still followed Zhao Kuo and wanted to go to the prison.
Lord Pingyuan quickly grabbed Zhao Kuo and whispered: "Master Mafu, your soldiers..."
Of course, Zhao Kuo knew that it was not appropriate for his own soldiers to stay in the sky prison, but without their guards, Zhao Kuo would really be like a piece of meat on the chopping board. Zhao Kuo was not very sure how King Zhao would deal with him in the end, so he had to take precautions and take countermeasures. What's more, will Qin Guo miss such a good opportunity? In case the Qin State sends an assassin or something, based on the few materials of the servants here, they are probably all good with swords. Zhao Kuo really wouldn't dare to go in without a bodyguard.
"Two hundred return to camp, and three hundred will form three shifts to take turns guarding the dungeon." Zhao Kuo said without any nonsense, he immediately ordered the soldiers under his command.
Allocating two hundred is not only to give face to Lord Pingyuan, but more importantly, for safety reasons, Zhao Kuo also needs an elite team to support him from the outside.
"Yes." The soldiers who heard the order naturally agreed in unison.
"This?" Mr. Pingyuan on the side was a little confused.
Of course, Zhao Kuo also had to give Lord Pingyuan a step down. Then he turned his head and continued to say to Lord Pingyuan: "I killed 300,000 Qin troops on the battlefield, and the Qin people hated me to the core. The victory at Changping touched the interests of many people, otherwise I would not have ended up like this. Now, I am in jail and if there are no people around me, I am afraid that the people of Qin will not let go of such an opportunity. I don’t want to die in this dark place!"
Hearing this, Lord Pingyuan suddenly remembered that Zhao Kuo was the one who forced Lord Wu'an of Qin to death...
