"So, thank you very much Mr. Pingyuan!" The old lady immediately bowed to Mr. Pingyuan.
"Don't dare!" Mr. Pingyuan didn't dare to accept the old lady's gift, and immediately said: "I and Mr. Mafu are old friends, how can I just sit back and watch. But, hey..."
As he spoke, Mr. Pingyuan sighed deeply. He really didn't know how to comment on King Zhao. Then he bowed slightly and said, "That's it, sister-in-law, I'll take my leave now! If anything happens, just send someone to my house to say something, and we'll do our best!"
"Thank you so much, Mr. Pingyuan!" Mrs. Zhao also knew that it was inconvenient to stay in the house now, so she immediately gave another gift and watched Mr. Pingyuan leave with Lin Shangqing and others.
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The guests dispersed and the middle door was closed. With the support of the maid, the old lady came to Zhao Kuo's side in three steps and two steps at a time.
At this time, Zhao Kuo had been moved to the bed covered with fox skin. Zhao's mother took the bamboo tweezers from the maid's hand and carefully picked up the minced meat on Zhao Kuo's back.
Due to the action of the golden sore medicine and its own platelets, the erosion of the back has stopped bleeding, and at the same time, a lot of minced meat has been sealed in the wound. If it is not carefully picked out, it will hinder the growth of new meat. It's a trivial matter, but what's more troublesome is that once the minced meat rots, it is very likely to cause the wound to suppurate, which was almost fatal in ancient times when there was a lack of medical treatment.
To remove the tiny pieces of flesh one by one, the wound that had stopped bleeding must be reopened, and the pain involved is self-evident. Therefore, this work requires not only carefulness, but also caution. Mother Zhao obviously didn't trust anyone else to do it. However, looking at the scars all over her son's body all the time is a torture for Mrs. Zhao.
But Zhao's mother didn't hesitate at all. While wiping her tears, she carefully picked up the minced meat from Zhao Kuo's back. As long as it could cause her son less pain, her own sadness didn't matter. . Even Zhao's mother didn't even dare to make a sound when she cried, for fear that her crying would disturb Zhao Kuo, who was already injured, and make him even more worried.
"The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the wanderer's body." That's about it.
However, doesn’t Zhao Kuo not know Zhao’s mother’s sadness and sadness? Although Zhao's mother had tried her best to hide it.
This was extremely embarrassing for Zhao Kuo. Not only did he have to endure the severe pain caused by picking the minced meat without making a sound, so as not to make his mother who was picking the meat feel sad for him, he also pretended not to know his mother's sadness and didn't even dare to look back. , just afraid of seeing the tears on her mother’s face.
In this way, Zhao Kuo lay quietly, and Zhao's mother slowly and carefully carried him from behind. The whole time seemed to have stopped, with only the occasional chirping of the cicada outside the window, reminding the passage of time.
"I know..."
Following the sudden chirping of the autumn cicada, the bamboo tweezers in Zhao's mother's hand shook slightly, along with the shoulders of Zhao Kuo who was lying below.
"Does it hurt you?" Mother Zhao asked anxiously, carefully blowing the wind towards the bamboo tweezers while asking. Just like when he was a child, his mother blew on Zhao Kuo's injured knee after he fell.
"No, it's okay." Zhao Kuo said immediately.
Listening to his mother's anxious voice, Zhao Kuo knew that he had to find a topic so that his mother could no longer be immersed in sadness. Immediately, Zhao Kuo turned his head slightly and said to Zhao's mother: "Mother, you don't know that my son is so powerful in the army now! Even General Lian Po obeyed his son's orders. That day... ..."
Zhao Kuo smiled and told his mother about his deeds in the army - that day, he scolded Fang Qiu, and hundreds of thousands of troops obeyed his orders; that day, he maneuvered horizontally and vertically, until he defeated the arrogant enemy. Lord Wu An was forced into a corner; during those days, with his sword in hand, he chopped down the Qin army like melons and vegetables...
It's like a child who just got perfect marks, showing off his test paper with a bright red one hundred to his mother, looking forward to praise from his mother.
Zhao's mother was gradually attracted by Zhao Kuo's words, as if she was also in the military camp, looking at Zhao Kuo on the high platform with admiration, commanding Ruoding to hold a million troops in the palm of his hand!
"Okay, okay, my son is the most heroic." Mother Zhao said with a smile. There is no mother who doesn’t want her child to become a dragon or a phoenix. Of course
, looking at Zhong lying on the bed, although Mother Zhao felt proud, she felt more distressed.
"That's natural." Zhao Kuo, who finally got his mother's recognition, was happy. For Zhao Kuo, the recognition from his relatives may be more important and more pleasing to him than the fear from his enemies.
Between mother and son, every time they sing and harmonize, their hearts become closer.
As Zhao Kuo brought up the topic, time passed silently. Mother Zhao finally picked up the pieces of meat, and then reached out to take the golden sore medicine from the maid's hand. It was specially left by Pingyuan Jun before he left. It must be much better than the ordinary golden sore medicine.
"My son." Mother Zhao carefully sprinkled golden sore medicine on Zhao Kuo's wound and asked slowly: "Does my son really want to go to Daibei? Why don't we ask your Majesty to resign?" It would be better to go back to my hometown, even if I only have a simple meal..."
Mother Zhao did not continue, but Zhao Kuo certainly understood what Mother Zhao meant. It's a pity that although Zhao's mother is knowledgeable, she still thinks of this matter too simply.
In the eyes of ordinary Zhao people, Zhao Kuo did nothing wrong in this matter. He was just punished because he did some things that made the king outside the village unhappy to ensure the victory of the war. This is Zhao Kuo's punishment. The king's act of venting his anger is even more a foolish act of a minister who is close to a villain and a distant virtuous minister;
But Zhao's mother knew that King Zhao's move was not just to vent his anger. Even if there were some factors, it was by no means the main reason. In Zhao's mother's view, King Zhao's army was more of a warning. A warning to Zhao Kuo, who had great achievements, but also a suppression of Zhao Kuo, who was already famous all over the world.
It was precisely out of this judgment that Zhao's mother had the idea to persuade Zhao Kuo to retire. In Zhao's mother's view, as long as Zhao Kuo completely gave up military power and became an ordinary courtier or even a noble, King Zhao should be able to rest assured that he and his son Zhao Kuo could continue to live peacefully. Why not Why?
However, in Zhao Kuo's eyes. This is already a life-and-death struggle!
Handing over your gun will only plunge you into despair. Zhao Kuo was very familiar with the saying "Political power emerges from the barrel of a gun". And now Zhao Kuo has almost the same appeal as "King Changlin", and even more like "King Yu". In King Zhao's heart, he is a person who "as long as he wants to rebel, he can."
King Zhao will never rest assured that he will go into seclusion, and of course he will never be willing to go into seclusion.
Returning to seclusion will not be a safe way back, but will only be a dead end leading to hell.
This is the struggle!
