Wang Zhou is actually a war boat, although the wooden planks are strong, but compared to the rammed earth walls of the palace, it is really too thin. It was already October, and in the morning there were large areas of ice floe in the river, and Wang Zhou was breaking the ice and moving forward. In this kind of weather, if you are not careful, you will get sick, not to mention the pampered court ladies like Lingyuan, but some overworked handmen, who don't pay attention to keeping warm and catch a cold.

It's not been a day or two that Lingyuan has been sick, and now I tell you that it is because the imperial doctor of Zhao Guo cannot be treated, so he can only ask for help from Yin, the doctor of Chu State. As long as he goes on the expedition, he will be accompanied by Xiong Jing for a long time. For the divine doctor of Chu State, who can disembowel and change blood to continue his life, Zhao Guo's imperial doctor Ling is naturally ashamed. What he didn't know was that Zhan Li was also proficient in surgery, and the highest level of internal medicine was still Xiong Jing when he studied it carefully, and he could at least cure a cold.

"Empress Dowager Zhao, do you want to drink ginger soup?" At noon, Wang Zhou gradually approached Rongkou, where the big river connects the chasm, and looked at the separation from Zhao Wangzhou, Xiong Jing couldn't help but ask.

"It's not getting better." The lines on his forehead were wrinkled, internal medicine was not surgery, and he, a surgical miracle doctor, was helpless.

"How can this be?" Xiong Jing's brows furrowed. Zhao Qian was young, and the government of Zhao was completely in charge of the Lingyuan, and if the Lingyuan died, it would be very unfavorable to the newly moved Zhao State.

"The wind and cold have entered the body, the pulse is urgent, the hair is straight, and the skin is closed and hot. Does the king have any other plans? Zhan Li asked.

"Ginger soup doesn't work?" Xiong Jing also asked. His treatment for colds is also very rudimentary, basically relying on self-healing. The soldiers are strong and can heal themselves, but it is difficult for the queen mother of the court, who rarely exercises, to heal herself.

"It's true that you can sweat, but then ......" Yan Li shook his head, although he didn't know how to cure the cold, but experience told him that if the situation was not good for a few more days, the Empress Dowager Zhao might be dying. A cold is not a minor illness, it is a fatal illness, and it can turn into a plague if you are not careful.

"Where?" Xiong Jing didn't answer, only asked the boat officials beside him.

"The king will be honored." The boat officer replied. Rongkou to the beam is already very close, and entering Rongkou is the chasm.

"Hurry up to Rongze!" Xiong Jing ordered. Rongkou enters, the southeast of Rongyang City is Rongze, which is still the range of Sanchuan County of Qin State, but Rongze River is surrounded, and the Qin soldiers can't come up.

Under the king's order, the boat team accelerated in vain, and in less than an hour it turned into Rongkou, and in less than half an hour after entering the chasm, it entered Rongze. In autumn and winter, there was little water, and Rongze was half land and half water, and after determining a high ground, the servants hurriedly landed on the shore to set up tents and carried the spiritual robe up.

The cabin is changed to land, but it is more stable, cover the bed, drink ginger soup and drink more water, and this is the only thing that can be done. Thirteen-year-old Zhao Qian was frightened by this situation and cried, and ran to Xiong Jing to cry, but Xiong Jing had no choice but to know how to comfort him. At sunset, a request came from the black tent on the shore, and she wanted to see the king of Chu.

If a man is about to die, he is aware of it. It's like after the age of 30, some people will suddenly realize that something is missing in their body, and their physique is not as good as before. Xiong Jing, who heard the news, looked at Zhan Li, who nodded and shook his head, and said, "I don't know." ”

"Empress Dowager Zhao, Xu Yes, Xu Yes......" With the current situation of Zhao State, Lingyuan wants to see Xiong Jing is obviously a lonely, and asks Xiong Jing to promise to help Zhao Qian restore the country in the future. Zhuang Wudi can only speculate like this, which should be the most reasonable speculation.

Zhao reinstated? Xiong Jing's heart was at a loss. What Zhao can really rely on for the restoration of the country is Zhao himself, and the force he can have is only Yingshi. To be honest, Yingshi's fighting will is not as good as that of Yue Shi and Ruoao Zhushi, and its combat effectiveness mainly depends on training and weapons, not on its own brute bravery.

The more complex the weapons and the more cumbersome the tactics, the higher the combat effectiveness of the Ying Division, but if everyone only fights hand-to-hand, the combat effectiveness of the Ying Division can only be regarded as medium in the Chu army. If the war is difficult and lasts for years, the soldiers of Yingshi will definitely have a grudge and stop the war. A group of small citizens, all of whom are smart people, are really not as easy to deceive as the stupid ones in the countryside.

Xiong Jing, who was apprehensive, left the boat and landed on the shore, but after entering the account, he saw Guo Kai, Zhao Ying and other old ministers of Zhao gathered in the outer tent, and these people shook their heads one by one, without a trace of joy on their faces. Zhao Qian sat alone in the middle of the table, constantly wiping his tears, he seemed to be afraid of disturbing the queen mother, biting his sleeve and not daring to make a sound. The eunuch Ling Miao often came to Xiong Jing and said, "The queen mother begs the king, please let the king into the account." ”

The outer tent is connected to the inner tent, but there is a lacquered screen at the door of the inner tent, so that people cannot see the scene inside. Xiong Jing didn't know what to say when the spirit robe was dying, and felt that it was a little inappropriate for men and women to be in the same room. He turned to look at the left and right Shi, and did not immediately enter the sleeping tent of the spirit robe.

"Historians can also enter." The dialogue between the kings was to be recorded by the historians, so Miao often let the historians of the Chu State enter. However, he said: "Then please ask the historian to stand outside the curtain." ”

"Yes." Xiong Jing nodded. There was a thick blackout curtain in front of the bed in the bedroom, and the historian stood behind the scenes, no more than a foot or two from the bed. He looked back at Shi Yixian on the right, hoping that he would interrupt at the right time when he couldn't get off the stage. Yi Xian saw his gaze and nodded slightly. Even if Xiong Jing doesn't see him that way, he will still speak up when the time is right. Xiong Jing is young and has little experience in dealing with this kind of thing, and it is likely that he will be blackmailed by Zhao Ren to death.

"Your Majesty, please." Miao Chang bowed down and asked Xiong Jing to enter the account, and as soon as he entered the account, he felt a wave of heat. In order to sweat, a brazier was burned in the inner tent, and several cases on the king's boat were burned in the basin. In the flames, the temple maid bowed to the room, and the imperial physician of Zhao Guo ordered to kneel in front of the couch, a slender arm stretched out of the couch, and the exposed wrist was dazzlingly white. This is the pulse in the diagnosis.

"How?" Xiong Jing stepped forward and asked, his arm was put back into the bedding clothes on the couch by a maid, and the curtain to block the light was also closed.

"I'm terminally ill." The imperial physician Ling shook his head again and again, he didn't want to mention the condition, he couldn't help but cry when he talked about it, and after crying, he quickly held back and bowed: "The minister is rude, the minister is rude, please atone for the king." ”

"Not guilty." Xiong Jing waved lightly. If Lingqi died, Zhao Qian was too young to control the government, would Guo Kai be executed by Zhao Ying and others. It's nothing to execute Guo Kai, but what about Zhao Qian? The lesson of Qi is that power cannot be divided too much, and too scattered internal restraint is not conducive to gathering strength.

and Zhao Jia, who fled to Daidi. Although he did not claim the throne, the news showed that he staged a coup d'état with the Zhao clan who had entered Daijun together, and expelled Zhao Mu, the county guard of Daijun, from Daidi. Expulsion and killing are different, expulsion is a gentle way, and mildness means being confident, and only against the most dangerous enemies, will they use the way of cutting grass and roots. This means that the clans that rescued Zhao Jia from Handan, as well as the clans that have been in Daidi completely, completely control Daijun, and it doesn't matter whether they kill Zhao Mu or not.

Zhao Jia controlled Dai County and Shanggu County, and Li Bo, the son of Li Mu, was in charge of Yandi, and the combined military strength of the two had surpassed Handan. In addition, there are a large number of cavalry in both places, and the Zhao army in Handan does not have a formed cavalry, and if the two sides fight, Handan will definitely lose.

The method of making Zhao Jia the acting king and Li Bo the king of Yan is not only something that the fox baby can think of, Zhuang Wudi also mentioned this method. This is the best way to mobilize the armed forces of the three places, but the premise is to subdue Handan and let Handan accept this disposition.

Lingyuan must be to ask to see him, but the most reasonable way is to divide Zhao Guo into three points, and who will be the king of Zhao in the future depends on the mind of Chu State. Xiong Jing's scalp was a little hard, and at this time Miao Chang said: "Your lord, the queen mother has woken up." ”

The robe awoke, but her eyes were still closed, only her pale lips were shaking, and she struggled to say something, but she didn't have the strength to hear it.

The bed clothes were tightly wrapped, the green silk was draped on the pillow, the sweat beads on the forehead and face were densely puffed out, and the head and neck were wet. Compared with the no-makeup gown, the no-makeup robe is more weak, and the previously rosy lips are now pale. Fortunately, her voice became louder and louder, and Xiong Jing, who was standing nearby, heard her talking about pulp.

"Pulp! Slurry! Miao Chang was in a hurry, and the maid hurriedly brought the pulp up, lifted the spirit robe and let her drink it. After that, according to the instructions of Zhan Li, he wrapped the spiritual robe tightly in his bedclothes.

"The concubine is sick and can't... Greet the king............ please, please, please, please,

"Since the Queen Mother is already sick, why should she be polite." Xiong Jing sighed, and suddenly felt pitiful for her. As he spoke, the robe burst into tears, and tears flowed down her cheeks, forming a tear streak.

"The concubine is about to die, woo woo ......" Lingluo cried out of his voice, "Go down to the Yellow Spring, and see the ...... of the first king."

There were more and more tears on his face, and Lingluo wanted to wipe his tears, but the whole person was tightly wrapped in thick bedclothes, and his hand couldn't be pulled out at all. Xiong Jing knew that she wanted to wipe her tears, and she wanted to help her wipe her tears but felt that it was inappropriate, and she couldn't bear to wipe her tears without helping her, so she stepped forward to help her pull out the corner of the bedgown pressed under her. The weeping spirit thought of Zhao Yan even more sad, and the struggle became more intense. After the corner of the bedgown was pulled out by Xiongjing, she struggled, and the entire bedgown was lifted to the side.

His forehead and face were covered with beads of sweat, and his body was wet with sweat. The white body clothes have long been soaked with sweat, not only pasted on the body, but also become transparent, and the red on the chest is faintly visible. But this is not the most dazzling, the most striking thing is the pair of snow-white long legs under the clothes, and the sweat makes them seem like bathing, tender with a hint of heat and sweetness.

The gown that had been stripped off of her bedrobe was still crying and talking, her body trembling because of crying, her chest was red and trembling, and her long legs were staggered. Xiong Jing seemed to be frozen, and his eyes fell on the long snow-white legs, unable to move an inch. At this time, Lingluo propped one arm on the couch and wanted to get up.

"Zhao Guosheji's survival is all in the king. Moving ...... Qian'er ...... "The spirit robe arm that wanted to get up couldn't support her body, and when she fell forward, Xiong Jing could only hug her, letting her fall into her arms.

When the skin touched, the body of the spirit robe was extremely hot. She finally opened her eyes, looked helplessly and distractedly at the man holding her, and begged: "King, please ...... King"