The cold winter has passed, everything spits out new tenderness, in the Dune Palace, Zhao Yong has gnawed all the elm bark, but he still stubbornly insisted, when he saw the bare elm tree, as tenacious as himself growing young leaves and elm money, he climbed up with difficulty, he wanted to eat some elm money for a change of taste.

While climbing up, he cried and muttered: "Teacher, I was wrong, please save me quickly, and then I will obediently listen to your teachings under your knees, and I will no longer be willful." ”

As a result, the trunk without bark was extremely smooth, a weak, Zhao Yong fell off the tree, fell heavily to the ground, he wanted to get up with difficulty, but felt a leg in severe pain, when he looked, he saw his heel, his leg, broken.

He couldn't move anymore.

After struggling to straighten his body and make himself lie more comfortable, he could see the strings of snow-white elm money, through the gap of the elm money, he could see the blue sky, the sky was so high, the white clouds fluttering above were so leisurely, accompanied by the happy cry of the birds in the forest, Zhao Yong once again really felt that this world was so beautiful.

And the most beautiful thing is the shadow reflected in the blue sky, that is Zhao Xing and himself, pouting his buttocks, putting his head together, staring at a pottery stove with slander, a corner of the stove is a little broken, the flame in the stove beats vividly, in the stove, is a pot of tumbling mushrooms and fungi, in front of the two people? Smells of all its finest scent. Your own teacher is waiting for it to be ripe? While tirelessly teaching yourself, from the rules? To be a man? Then to govern the country, and then to unify the world.

Zhao Yong's tears are dry? His body was no longer conscious, but he was still greedily staring at the picture in the sky that did not go? And then just when the picture gets blurry? Zhao Yong let out a sigh of relief: "Teacher, I'm going back, I'm going back to the forest where we first met, back to the forest and time where you and my teachers and students live?" Will I still rely on you? Trust you. As you said, life would be as good as it first saw it—"

In 299 BC, in the 27th year of Zhao Yong, in the fourth year of Zhao He? The spring of the fifteenth year of the Tang Dynasty, great? Perverse, willful? King Zhao Wuling, who is most likely to unify the world, is under the guidance and care of the teacher without traversing? In peace and serenity? Starved to death in Dune Palace. Left "Martial Spirit Resentment Full of Dunes?" Zhao's reputation has been retired since then".

When the crying Zhao He pushed open the gate of the Dune Palace, what he saw was the dry bones of his father lying comfortably under the big locust tree.

Zhao He wept bitterly for three days, reported his funeral to the people of Zhao and Zhou Tianzi, and showed his filial piety with the most generous funeral, and buried Zhao Yong in the Shagong Mausoleum, and honored the temple number Zhao Wuling King. Zhao He is officially known as King Zhao.

When Zhao Xing got the news, the pen in his hand fell to the ground, and then he spread his hand on the table and looked at it carefully, without saying a word.

The ministers below also stopped the original heated discussion, and all of them turned their heads to look at their monarch and looked at his calm face.

A drop of clear tears slowly flowed out of the corner of Zhao Xing's eyes, and then slowly became two streams, flowing, wetting his forehead.

Everyone was shocked by Zhao Xing's expression. If a person cries over something, it is mostly hypocritical, but a person sits there silently, crying quietly, that is the real grief.

Xu Jie stood up and walked to Zhao Xing's side, but he was stunned, he really didn't know how to persuade him.

Zhao Xing waved his hand lightly at him, and then the tears still flowed like water.

"Pain, cry out loud, you often say, men have tears and do not flick, but not to the sad place. Crying out will make you feel better, and it will hurt your heart to endure it like this. ”

Zhao Xing's lips trembled, he continued to shake his hand, and said to the ministers in a choked voice: "Everyone, step back first, let me be quiet." In the end, I choked up and couldn't make a sound.

Xu Jie and the ministers stood up, bowed silently, and after taking three steps back, they withdrew from the main hall, leaving the lonely and heartbroken Zhao Xing.

Gently closing the door of the palace, Xu Jie stood silently for a while, and then hurriedly walked towards the harem.

In this era, there is no big harm to men and women, and Zhao Xing is even less particular about this rule that destroys women, his wives can take their maids to the street to buy at any time with a carriage, and close ministers can also go straight to the deep palace at any time to meet their monarch and wife.

Xu Jie saw the eldest lady and told Zhao Xing's pain as it was, and Tofu Xi Shi stood up: "I have never seen my husband cry, even when he is most wronged, this is not good, I have to take care of this matter." ”

Then he called the two sisters and went straight into the main hall. Xu Jie clasped his hands, stood outside the door of the main hall, and quietly became a guard.

Tofu Shih Tzu entered the main hall, he didn't see Zhao Xing in that high position, she saw Zhao Xing sitting in a dark corner, his hands on his knees, his chin resting on it, his eyes staring blankly at one place, sobbing softly, and his sobbing shoulders were shaking.

Seeing the hand of his wife leaning over, he grabbed it, and it was very, very tight, his hand was cold and dry.

Tofu Shih Tzu sat down, moved her husband's head to her shoulder, gently hugged and patted, but didn't say anything, because she didn't know what to say, because he knew that the intersection of Zhao Xing and Zhao Yong was too complicated, and she didn't know what to say.

Leaning on his wife's shoulder, Zhao Xing muttered weakly: "In my world, the first friend, the real friend, is gone, he not only took away my friendship, but also took away all the dreams I originally pinned on him." ”

Tofu Xi Shi really didn't know that Zhao Xing really took Zhao Yong as a friend, but a real friend in this world.

"No matter what happened to us in the past 20 years, how he treated me, I have always regarded him as my brother, my good friend, and my confidant."

Qianqian sat down next to Zhao Xing: "We all know this, and the world knows it." ”

"You don't know, everyone in the world doesn't know, Xu Jie informed our fourth brother Lian Po, the army of 50,000 Chen soldiers who have cleared the customs, no matter what happens in Zhao State, they are absolutely not allowed to participate, and I, obviously see my students, my brothers. My good friend was martyred, obviously I could reach out and change his fate and ending, I was so indifferent, I acquiesced to Xu Jie's decision, watching him die so miserably, my heart was really guilty. ”

Xu Jie, who was standing silently outside the door, couldn't help but sigh when he heard these words, but he only sighed.

There was no more sound in the hall, but on the second day, the monarch of the Tang Dynasty fell ill because of Zhao Yong's death, this is indeed not pretending to be sick, he is really sick, with a high fever and a mouth full of nonsense.

Xu Jie guarded the door of Zhao Xing's ward, and one after another wizards and Lang Zhong went in, and then after they tried their best, after hearing Zhao Xing's nonsense, they walked out of the door and drew their swords to kill themselves.

Xu Jie coldly watched one after another Langzhong witch doctors go in willingly, and then committed suicide without hesitation, just gratefully ordered: "Thick burial." Then he let in one after another Lang Zhong and the witch doctor, and then continued to watch one after another kill themselves.

It wasn't until half a month later that Lang Zhong, who was determined to die, walked out of the ward briskly and threw his hand at Xu Jie: "I don't have to kill myself to keep a secret, monarch, sober up and begin to recover."

The sound of gongs, drums and cheers began to sound in the streets and alleys of the capital of the Tang Dynasty, and began to spread to the entire Tang Dynasty, the entire Tang Dynasty grasslands, plains, mountains and mountains, and countless ordinary people and officials who prayed for their monarch tirelessly, all dancing and celebrating their inseparable recovery.

Some people cheered at the good news, but there were also people who trembled at the cheers.

The savior of the people of the Tang Dynasty is alive, and the disaster star of the princes of the world is alive.