Zhao Palace.

There are lights and shadows inside, and there is a lot of people outside.

In the dark snowy night, there were many officials and retainers who could not kneel down. They had been shouting outside the palace for a long time, and their voices were hoarse in the end.

It was as if he was crying out with blood, asking King Zhao not to kill Zhao Zheng, and begging him to take back his life.

Lao Zhao was a fierce person, and in just one afternoon, at least a dozen people were killed outside the palace. The servants prepared wooden stretchers in the back to carry out the corpses in time, thinking that they would not drag out the crying people and bury them.

There were frequent remonstrances outside, and King Zhao was pacing back and forth in the palace.

His intestines are now green with regret.

Why couldn't he think of killing Qin's hostage Zhao Zheng? What was he thinking when he gave the order?

King Zhao didn't understand.

It’s been a long time since I felt like my intestines were turning green.

King Zhao looked up at the relief on the top, thinking that the last time was the Battle of Changping, when he decided to abandon Lian Po and reuse the armchair Zhao Kuo.

That battle was so heroic. Not only was Zhao defeated, but the enemy Bai Qi killed more than 400,000 young men.

More than 400,000 Zhao Guoqingzhuang...

What does this mean to the Zhao people? What does this mean to the Zhao State?

How many Zhao people are the fathers, how many Zhao people are the sons, and how many Zhao people are the husbands. The whole country is mourning, and mourning is everywhere. Even the migratory birds passing by the Zhao Kingdom are screaming incessantly.

Just because he was eager to win, he planted a plan to alienate Qin.

They actually let the proud and underestimating Zhao Kuo come on stage, which resulted in this tragic situation.

If there wasn't so much glory and wealth to enjoy, King Zhao would have found a pillar and bumped into it.

However, after this battle, he finally recognized himself.

Those virtuous ministers who pointed their fingers at the king's spine and cursed each faint king until their faces turned red. Don't those faint kings themselves know whether they are faint or not?

It is not obvious that King Zhao is a foolish king who is very self-aware.

Sitting in this position without strong abilities is the greatest stupidity.

Now the seven kingdoms are fighting for hegemony, the situation is changing, and the times have created countless heroes.

Of course, some people took advantage of the current situation and were unable to get up. His biological father, King Wuling of Zhao, was so charming and reformed that he developed the strength of Zhao State to an unprecedented level, even the country of Qin, a country of tigers and wolves, could not compare.

This is a true hero.

As a result, the good country was left in the hands of his son, and it began to fail.

This is really useless.

King Zhao stretched out his hands to cover his face.

Too embarrassed to see anyone.

He simply sees the facts clearly and no longer insists on achieving a certain fame. After all, it is not the same material and there is no use in cutting it. He now advocates reusing Lianpo and recuperating.

And put the fire of Zhao's restoration on his prince Zhao Yan.

His son has a square face, looks like him, has a personality like him, and has been smart since he was a child.

Apart from being a bit lustful, but lust is nothing. What real hero can't be a bit lustful?

But recently I don’t know what kind of demon I have been possessed by, but I have fallen in love with an HD prostitute named Lin Meier.

It's just that he likes her. He is my father, not his mother, so he can't even care about his son's bed curtains. But I didn't expect that he would want that prostitute to be the crown prince's wife, that is, the future queen.

King Zhao had no expression on his face at that time. He asked people to close the palace door and kicked him angrily.

He is only in his thirties now, in his thirties. He can still beat a turtle.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yan fell in love with him and went on a hunger strike when he returned home. To say that his will was really strong, the people who came to report were that the prince had lost a lot of weight and was about to die.

King Zhao was so angry that he only felt distressed. After thinking about it carefully, he decided to let it go.

After all, a woman has only a few years of youth, and she may get tired of it after a few years, and then she can't bear to fall into it for a while, just like he fell into the demonic obstacle of wanting to make a career.

This son is as bad as him.

But if he fell into a war and couldn't get up, then his son couldn't fall into a woman's arms and couldn't get up, right?

King Zhao still felt that his son would definitely have a great future and would not be so cowardly.

So he relaxed and agreed.

That boy Zhao Yan happily told him about his future ambitions and hegemony, and even when spittle splashed on his face, he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.

King Zhao thought of his excited look and felt much better.

After thinking about it for a few times, King Zhao finally figured it out. Although he didn't know why he wanted to kill all Qin's hostages, he made a mistake, even if he was the king, he had to make up for it even if he lost face.

Once Qin's proton dies, there is no doubt that the confrontation between Qin and Zhao will break again.

If the war really breaks out, Zhao will be defeated only a few years ago and will either be swallowed up by Qin, or both sides will suffer losses together with Qin, and be swallowed up by other enemy countries that are eyeing them.

King Zhao raised his sleeves and blew his nose.

"Chichi——"

After he blew it, he was about to go out and take back the king's life, but as soon as he took one foot, he felt something was wrong.

The servants in the palace had all gone out, and no one was stirring up the firewood in the stove, causing the temperature to drop suddenly. But King Zhao seemed to feel that every pore on his body was covered with snow, and the hairy chestnuts climbed up from his back.

neck.

No, no.

There's no way he wouldn't understand such a simple truth.

King Zhao trembled.

Then why did he agree and write the king's letter in his own hand? What happened during the day?

At this moment, the palace door opened.

The eunuch outside the palace ignored the king's order and ran in, saying anxiously: "It's not good, king, it's not good! The White Immortal who turned stone into gold turned all the gold into stone overnight. Your Majesty, go quickly."

Let's see!"

In the flash of lightning, something seemed to flash in King Zhao's mind.

The sorcerer Bai Xianren came to see me in the morning, when he was reading the document submitted by Prince Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan said that he would send Qin's hostage Zhao Zheng to the war frontier, and hang him out during the war with the enemy to show the power of Zhao and prevent other countries from invading.

What bullshit.

He threw the document away after reading it, but he didn't know when Bai Xianren quietly appeared next to him and asked him: "King Zhao, do you hate the people of Qin?"

Hate, why not hate.

The people of Zhao and Qin have been eternal enemies for generations.

"hatred."

He said something about "hate" at that time, and then he didn't remember anything.

King Zhao felt more and more frightened.

Could it be that this is a spy from the enemy country, and he wants to destroy the Zhao country?

At this time, King Zhao couldn't care about anything. He quickly grabbed the eunuch, but he didn't expect that his knees were sore and he was sitting on the ground. He shouted hysterically: "Go! Go! Go and take back the king's life. Zhao Zheng can't kill, absolutely can't kill, kill."

If it’s gone, it’s gone! The Kingdom of Zhao is gone, and so is my king!”

"Zhao Zheng cannot be killed."

A light tone came out of the eunuch's thin lips, as if he had changed his appearance, he raised his head.

Just like the thick ink faded from the drawing paper put into clear water, unprovoked evil and violence covered his silver hair, "Then I will kill you so that I can make way for your good son as soon as possible."

"Pfft."

The dagger sank into the flesh.

King Zhao opened his eyes wide and fell heavily on the jade steps. It was obvious that he was stabbed in the chest, but black blood rushed out of his eyes, and then black blood gushed out from his nose, the corners of his mouth and even his ear holes. Within a moment,

, and became a bloody man.

The smell of blood permeated the temple.

Lasts forever.

They remonstrated to death, and the ministers even remonstrated their king to death.

*

After almost ten days of sleepless nights, Baitao followed Zhao Zheng and Zhao Ji and his party finally escaped from the border of Zhao State.

Over the past few days, officers and soldiers from all directions have been chasing and intercepting me. They were attacking with open and hidden arrows like locusts. They were shouting and waving their horse whips to death. The carriages were almost falling apart as they rushed towards me.

Either he is fleeing or he is on the way to escape.
To be continued...