Zhao Rui raised his hand and very gently stroked away Zhao Weirui's messy hair.
"Who said you are an ominous person! I have already said that you are my sister!"
There was a little more joy in Zhao Weirui's pure eyes.
"I have a brother!"
Zhao Rui did not stay here longer and hurried back to the village.
Originally, he planned to find out some information, but he didn't expect that this place was full of refugees.
South of Yongxu, the main palace of Qinglin City.
Zhaoyang was half lying on the chair, his rickety body was shaking constantly, and even his breathing was a little difficult.
"Li'er, has Huang Ben arrived?"
A man in his twenties with a heroic face stood anxiously beside him.
"Grandpa, General Huang is almost here, you must hold on!"
Zhaoyang coughed twice: "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait any longer!"
Tears welled up in Zhaoli's eyes uncontrollably.
"No, grandpa, you can live a long life..."
"Li'er, everyone is destined to die. This is destiny, and no one can violate it! Zhaoyang chuckled a few times: "You must live with a clear conscience!"
"Tell me the truth, Grandpa, whether I, Da Chu, can defeat Da Shang, or in other words, whether this battle should be fought or not!"
Zhaoli calmed down and shook his head slowly.
"From my grandson's point of view, this war should not be fought! From the time we, Da Chu, started to use troops until now, the people have been in dire straits, and there have been rebellions in many places. Even the benefits gained from the war have gone into the pockets of the nobles, and even the land has been
They divided..."
Zhaoyang coughed a few more times: "I know! So what do you mean, you want to surrender to Dashang?"
Zhaoli was in a daze and was silent for a long time.
"Dachang is originally the suzerain state of the princes in the world. There is no so-called surrender. It is just returning the territory to the suzerain state! Our real enemies are the Baiyi, Ouyue, Liuzhao in the south..."
"Okay!" Zhaoyang raised his weak hand and patted Zhaoli's shoulder.
"Grandpa is very happy that you have such knowledge! I will leave it to you for the future! Huang Ben is my disciple and his political views are the same as mine. He will definitely support you!"
After saying these words with great difficulty, Zhaoyang's body went limp.
Zhaoli's pupils suddenly dilated: "Grandpa!"
"Teacher!" An urgent voice came from the door. Huang Ben stumbled in and knelt on the ground.
"Disciple is still a step too late!"
Zhaoli endured his grief and handed over a letter.
"General Huang, before grandpa dies, I will give this to you!"
Huang Ben wiped away his tears and opened the letter.
"Teacher has already told me about the above content before he died, but now that the situation in Nanchu has reached this point, it will not be easy for us to submit to the great merchants!"
Zhaoli stood up suddenly, with extreme anger on his face.
"Those guys only care about themselves. Look at the current Nanchu royal family. Everyone only thinks about themselves and they don't care about the lives of the people!"
"Why don't I know!" Huang Ben also sighed: "Do you know what kind of jingle is circulating among the people nowadays? It is better to join the big merchants if you stay in Southern Chu and become a refugee!"
Zhaoli took a step forward: "Then what are you still hesitating about, general?"