He packed up all his luggage, put on the battered armor again, knelt on one knee, his snow-white robe flowing freely, and then grabbed the ground with his head, making a crisp sound. The person sitting on the seat was already in tears, and the tears fell on the solemn black robe, and finally turned into a sentence: "My son!", but the rest of the words could not be said no matter what.
Zhao Kuo didn't stay any longer, his red tiger eyes were filled with tears. He flicked his robe and turned around suddenly. In three or two steps, we have arrived at the gate. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Kuo's figure had disappeared from the gate. The soldiers around him also filed out of the side door.
Looking at the empty door, Mrs. Zhao in the house couldn't bear it anymore. She stood up immediately, tears falling to the ground, and she was slightly hoarse along with each sentence. Big "my son", the old lady rushed to the door with staggering steps to look at her son again, even if it was just a back view.
Zhao Kuo, who had already arrived in front of the war horse, seemed to hear the call from his mother. His hand holding the reins paused for a moment, and he even looked back unconsciously, but he only regained his clarity in an instant, and turned over with a kite. Mounted a war horse.
Zhao Kuo couldn't look back because he was a general! He is the general of all men.
Although he had just returned home for only a month and was about to leave for Daibei, it was obviously a big blow to Zhao's mother, but Zhao Kuo knew that after three years of confrontation between the Shangdang and the Shangdang, hundreds of thousands of troops came home to watch. There is no chance to see it. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, there are still tens of thousands of troops in Shangdang and Hanoi who have not yet returned home.
Compared with the soldiers of Zhao Jun, Zhao Kuo is already considered happy. If we continue to behave like sons and daughters, how can we convince the crowd and lead them to fight? Zhao Kuo didn't want to be like Lu Bu on the White Gate Tower.
Between country and family, Zhao Kuo resolutely chose country. Unknowingly, Zhao Kuo seemed to have integrated into this era, this heroic and tragic era.
After adjusting his sitting position, Zhao Kuo waved his hand and ordered: "Let's go!"
Amidst the bursts of dust, the people on the side of the road shouted: "Best greetings to the general!"
However, behind the righteousness, there are people who are silently bearing it. In the gate of Zhao Mansion, an old woman was leaning against the door frame, watching helplessly as her son disappeared into the flying dust, and was about to fall down if she tilted her body. It's not that Mrs. Zhao is ignorant, it's just that her mother's nature really can't bear her children to be put in danger.
Fortunately, the maid on the side helped Mrs. Zhao in time...
As the gate of Zhao Mansion closed, the clatter of horse hooves echoed throughout Handan City.
The sound of horse hoofbeats followed Zhao Mansion and headed towards the north of the city. That's right, Zhao Kuo was not going to the palace, but to the North City Gate. Go out of the North City Gate and go all the way north. After a hundred miles, turn northwest and then turn due north after crossing the river. You can reach Daibei.
Obviously, Zhao Kuo's expedition this time was almost different from his expedition to Changping a few months ago. Not only was there no ceremony to worship the generals on a high platform, but there was no such thing as the king and all the civil and military officials holding the moon, and even the most basic bodyguard of 3,000 soldiers only had less than 500 people. This is almost a humiliation for a general who is going on an expedition.
Of course, Zhao Kuo didn't care. He even wanted to be able to adjust his behavior. Compared with a little face, Zhao Kuo cares more about lizi. Zhao Kuo clearly learned the nine-character mantra of "Build walls high, accumulate grain widely, and become king slowly."
It's a pity that Zhao Kuo wanted to keep a low profile, but someone didn't allow him!
The first thing not allowed is the people of Handan. As Zhao Kuo mounted his horse and headed to the north of the city, the people of Handan, who had already received the news, or had just received the news, unanimously poured into the streets of Handan to bid farewell to their great hero and hero-Zhao Kuo. .
The scene could almost be described as empty.
The shouts of "Your Majesty, General" soon filled the entire city of Handan. Zhao Kuo, who originally wanted to keep a low profile, was immediately pushed to the forefront.
This was obviously not specially arranged by Zhao Kuo. What he needs now is not the coercion of public opinion, but a low profile.
Without him, just because he has already gotten what he should get and what he shouldn’t get, and then uses public opinion to coerce
, not only is it easy for him to climb high and fall heavy, but it is also likely to intensify King Zhao's suspicion again. It would be bad if King Zhao took advantage of his absence to attack Shangdang and Hanoi.
However, it may be difficult to mobilize public opinion, but it is even more difficult to calm down the fierce public opinion. Perhaps this is the two sides of the matter - if you get the benefits, you will also suffer the consequences! It is not subject to personal will in the slightest.
Of course, Zhao Kuo still had some misjudgments about the current psychology of King Zhao.
King Zhao is not Zhao Kuo who understands that "the will of the people is the will of God". Perhaps King Zhao is indeed a little jealous of Zhao Kuo's prestige among the people, but in the eyes of King Zhao today, it is obvious that the actions of other countries are a more fatal threat. Compared to the poaching efforts of various countries and the slight voices of the people, King Zhao didn't care at all.
As long as Zhao Kuo can leave as soon as possible, it won't be a big deal for people to see each other off ten miles away. Even hundreds of officials...
It was not a long distance, and walking straight away made Zhao Kuo's scalp numb. The most helpless thing was that Zhao Kuo could not rush, at least on the surface he still had to maintain his general style. For the love of the people, Zhao Kuo still had to Wave. No way, the character is already there, it can't be torn up just like that.
Fortunately, the Zhao Mansion is not too far from the North City Gate. After passing through layers of people, Zhao Kuo and his party of dozens of people finally walked out of the city gate.
However, at the North City Gate, the second group of people who did not agree to Zhao Kuo's simple departure were already waiting there.
Looking around, outside the city gate, in the farewell pavilion, the person sitting at the front on the soft cave is not Lin Xiangru, and who is beside him if not Lord Pingyuan, and even Lord Pingyang Zhao Bao is there. After Lord Pingyuan, it was obvious that except for the doctor Lou Chang, almost all the civil and military ministers were here.
Zhao Kuo shook his head helplessly in his heart. Although he knew that everyone had good intentions, this good intention really made Zhao Kuo a little bit unable to bear it.
But Zhao Kuo quickly got off his horse and walked a few steps to the pavilion. He bowed to Lin Xiangru who was lying on the bed and Lord Pingyuan beside him, and said: "How dare you bother me and Lord Pingyuan to come in person? Isn't this my shame?" Dare to take it."
Seeing Zhao Kuo approaching quickly, Lin Shangqing, who was slumped, stood up with the help of Lord Pingyuan.
"That's right!" After not seeing each other for a few days, Lin Shangqing became older and older, and there were even more wrinkles on his head, but his tone was still so firm and unquestionable.
