In the cold spring of March, Zhao Kuo, who had always been young and strong, and was praised as a resourceful rising star by Zhao Guochao, suddenly fell ill, and he was sick and dying.

The news spread in Handan, the capital of Zhao State, and there were many rumors in the market, but it did not bring much panic to the government and opposition of Zhao State. After all, since the first monarch Wuling King Hufu rode and shot, King Huiwen I, the national strength of Zhao has not been what it used to be. Although the foundation of a big country such as Qi, Chu and Wei exists, it is only a strong external and a middle cadre, Han Yan has always been poor and weak, and it is not worth mentioning, and Zhao has faintly become the leader of the six countries of Shandong to resist the strong Qin. There are not only 600,000 new troops in Hufu, but also many famous ministers and good generals, Wen Youlin Xiangru, Yu Qing, Wu Lian Po, Le Yi, and the old and spicy plain Jun Zhao Sheng is in power, although Ma Fuzi is a famous general Zhao Hao, he has seen extraordinary and has high opinions, and has to be filial piety to the king Zhao Dan's weight, but it always makes people feel exaggerated, and in the eyes of the ministers, it is just a dispensable character, except for a little old minister's regretful voice, the court is surprisingly calm, but King Zhao can't sit still.

Back then, Zhao Kuo had a six-year friendship with Zhao Dan, who was still the crown prince. Zhao Dan was very appreciative of Zhao Kuo, and as soon as he took the throne, he made Zhao Kuo the general of the Zhuguo who was in charge of the defense of the capital Handan, and was about to wait for Zhao Kuo to be entrusted with a heavy task after a few years of training to replace the aging general Lian Po. But now that he suddenly learned that Zhao Kuo was critically ill, how could he not be in a hurry.

"Come on, prepare the car! Mafu Junfu! After fidgeting for a long time, King Zhao finally decided to go to Zhao Kuo's Mansion to find out in person.

The caravan was ready for a moment, King Zhao hurriedly boarded the car, and drove out of the royal city under the escort of a team of iron horses, and there were more officers and soldiers patrolling the streets along the way to order pedestrians to dodge, and it didn't take long to arrive in front of the Mafu Jun's mansion, did not enter the carriage and horse farm, but drove directly to the front of the towering gatehouse, and the guard sergeants saw that it was King Zhao who arrived, and hurriedly knelt down to meet the king.

King Zhao was anxious to see Zhao Kuo, got out of the car and waved his hand to signal the sergeant to get up, let the accompanying escort wait at the door, and hurriedly rushed into the foyer with only one of the attendants.

"Where is Zhao Kuo?" When King Zhao saw the chief steward kneeling outside the hall and crying, his heart suddenly sank, and his face instantly darkened.

"Horse ...... Ma Fujun, he ...... He went to ......"

Hearing this bad news, King Zhao suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and he stumbled a few steps, and actually sat on the ground.

"King! King! Fast...... Tell the Imperial Doctor! The attendants panicked and shouted at the surroundings in a daze.

"No need." King Zhao had already come back to his senses at this time, stood up leisurely, waved away the imperial doctor who came in a hurry, and rushed at the main pipe of the Mafu Junfu Mansion who was still lying in front of him, "Go to Mafujun's bedroom, and the imperial doctor will follow you." ”

"No." The chief manager wiped his tears, got up, and led King Zhao and his party into the courtyard, and went straight to the bedroom.

Entering Zhao Kuo's bedroom, a strong smell of herbs rushed to his face, and more than a dozen maids and family members were kneeling side by side on the thick red felt floor. King Zhao looked up at Zhao Kuo, who was lying motionless on the couch behind the light gauze tent, turned his head and ordered the waiter behind him, retreated from everyone, leaving only the old lady to wait, and then slowly paced over and sat down on the edge of the couch.

Zhao Kuo on the bed turned pale and completely lost a trace of life.

"What's wrong with Ma Fujun?" King Zhao asked, but did not look at the imperial doctor standing outside the curtain.

"The king forgives his sins, but the ministers don't know." The old lady whispered.

"I don't know?" King Zhao snorted coldly, slowly stood up, and paced in front of the old lady, "They are all mediocre talents, what's the use of keeping you?" ”

The old lady doctor hurriedly knelt down and played: "My king, not the incompetence of the ministers, but the strange illness of the horse service, even if the divine doctor Bian Que is still there, he can't do it." ”

"Ho Qi?" King Zhao walked straight past the old lady doctor and came to the door of the bedroom, under the light of the warm spring sun, King Zhao's face was indescribably gloomy.

"My lord, Ma Fujun has always been strong and strong, and he was fine when he went to bed five days ago, but he couldn't wake up from then on, and his breath became weaker and weaker, and he finally died. Such symptoms are unheard of and are helpless. ”

"Spread the edict, bury the horse and serve the monarch with the courtesy of the prince." King Zhao sighed, stomped his foot, and walked away without looking back.

As soon as he returned to the palace, he had to report that the South Korean envoy had secretly entered Zhao, please see King Zhao.

Recently, Qin has made frequent moves, and he has been aggressive, and the Han envoy must have something to do with Qin.

"What does the envoy have to say today?" King Zhao, who calmed down, immediately summoned the South Korean envoy in the study.

"King Zhao, Qin forced King Han to cut more than 100 miles of land outside the river, so that the Han River was cut off, and the party was lonely and difficult to defend. Han Wangyi, instead of feeding the tiger's mouth and filling the wolf's belly, it is better to dedicate it to King Zhao to consolidate my three Jins. The South Korean envoy carefully held a scroll of silk books in his hand above his head, "This is a picture of the party, and a secret letter from the prince of Han is attached to show the sincerity of Han." ”

King Zhao's heart suddenly rolled, but on the surface, he was calm, and asked the chamberlain to take the map and slowly spread it out on the bookcase.

The Korean envoy just watched quietly from the sidelines, and after a long time, King Zhao raised his head and said leisurely: "The matter is very important, and this king can only reply after agreeing with the old ministers of the country." ”

The South Korean envoy saluted: "Yes, please ask King Zhao to make a decision quickly." ”

"Send the envoy post house to rest, and reply in three days." King Zhao responded.

Just sent off the Korean envoy, and Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains, entered the palace to meet him, so King Zhao summoned Zhao Sheng non-stop.

As soon as he sat down, he saw Pingyuanjun hurriedly walking into the study, it turned out that Pingyuanjun had also received a letter of request from Feng Ting, the county guard of Shangdang in South Korea, to surrender the secret letter, and wanted to dedicate Shangdang to Zhao Guo.

The two said, both the monarch and the minister felt that this matter was strange, since it was the same thing, why did South Korea do two ways.

"According to the old minister's opinion, a court meeting should be held tomorrow, and the important ministers will meet to discuss, in case there is a loss." After discussing for a long time, the two couldn't come up with a reason, so Pingyuan Jun proposed that the court meet the ministers and discuss the country.

King Zhao also felt that this matter was not trivial, so he nodded in agreement.

Zhao Kuo's death, King Zhao's heart was in turmoil, and Feng Ting's dedication to the land was a big matter, Zhao Wang Rumang was unable to sleep in his body, and suddenly heard a commotion outside the palace, and hurriedly got up, but saw the waiter standing at the door of the palace with a happy face.

"What?" But looking at the face of the waiter, King Zhao knew that something good must have happened, but he was silent.

"Horse ...... Ma Fujun is alive. The chamberlain understood the status of this Zhao Kuo in King Zhao's mind, and when he heard that Zhao Kuo had come back from the dead, how could he not be happy.

"What...... What the? King Zhao was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and couldn't help but frown, "This king said that Zhao Kuo's kid is blessed, how can he die like this!" God bless Zhao Guo, God bless the pillars! ”

After Ma Fujun woke up, he was more energetic, and he was even better than before. The chamberlain added.

"Quickly send the imperial doctor to the Mafu Jun Mansion, if there is another mistake, it will not be forgiven!" King Zhao immediately made a decision.

"Since Ma Fujun is fine, is the imperial doctor ......?"

"Go!" King Zhao didn't hesitate, "It's always good to go." ”

"No!" The waiter retreated, and a bright moonlight sprinkled on King Zhao's smiling face.

Spring is slightly cold, but King Zhao sleeps very peacefully tonight.

At this time, it was a different scene in Mafu Jun's mansion.

After a big dream, Zhao Kuo felt as if he had been asleep for a thousand years, opened his eyes and sat up, and found that he was in the mourning hall, he couldn't help but be horrified, and even scared the family members who guarded the spirit.

"Where am I?" After moving the muscles and bones, it was extremely comfortable, as if it had been reborn.

The old manager of the mansion walked over tremblingly, his legs still trembling: "Jun, what the hell? What about people? ”

"Why do you ask?" Zhao Kuo was a little inexplicable.

"I've been sleeping for five days, do you know?" The old manager seemed to come to his senses a little.

"I don't know." Zhao Kuo shook his head, but he was secretly surprised in his heart.

"This morning, King Zhao wants to bury him with a princely ceremony, does the prince know?" The steward said again.

Only then did Zhao Kuo realize that he had already experienced a cycle of life and death, and he was hungry, and he couldn't care about him: "Old family, get some food." ”

"Yes, yes, my son hasn't eaten for five days, and I'm hungry." The old manager hurriedly ordered his family to remove the mourning hall, clean up the hall, and then prepare the meal himself.

After a while, the chief steward came to say goodbye: "The house has been in a panic for several days, and there is only cold food for a while. ”

"It's okay, it's just here." Zhao Kuo thought for a moment, and then called out to the manager who had already walked to the door, "Get some wine." ”

A bite of cold food, paired with a mouthful of strong Zhao wine, this meal Zhao Kuo ate unusually sweet. After sleeping for a few days, although it is late at night, his spirit is unusually good, standing alone in the pavilion in the backyard, Zhao Kuo only felt that his heart was at a loss, but the scene in the dream was becoming clearer and clearer.