Handan, during the Jin Dynasty, was a branch of the Zhao clan. Zhao Jinghou ascended the throne and moved the capital from Zhongmu to Handan. Handan, which became the capital of Zhao State, has gone through Zhao Jinghou, Zhao Chenghou and now Zhao Houyu, but it has only been decades. The scale of Handan is comparable to that of Linzi of Qi State, Liang of Wei State, and Yingdu of Chu State.

The capital of Zhao is composed of Zhao Wangcheng and Dabeicheng. Zhaowangcheng is composed of the east city, the west city and the north city, and the plane resembles the character structure. Longtai Palace is the tallest tower in Handan City, Zhao State. This platform, surrounded by cloisters, heavy eaves. Standing on the dragon platform, you can overlook the whole Handan. Kong Qiu climbed Mount Tai, and the small world. The king of Zhao ascended to the high pavilion, and the small Handan.

On the high platform stood a man dressed in a gown and wearing a crown on his head. They were followed by four maidservants and eight black-armored guards. With the strong wind, the people of the high pavilion are flying in their clothes, and they are so powerful. Looking closer, this person's face was haggard, and his shape was like a withered tree, as if the end was approaching.

This person is Zhao Guojun, Zhao Houyu.

Zhao Houyu, his head raised slightly, stretched out his arms, and recalled the past, "Jiangshan... Fine... Widows... Cough... Ahem". Zhao Yu stroked his chest with one hand, and his voice was pale and weak, "Widow... I want to take a closer look. ”

Seeing this, the eunuch Ling Han Zhong took a step forward and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the wind is blowing." ”

Zhao Yu's eyes exuded a melancholy look, he looked down at Handan City slightly, and said in a vicissitudes of voice: "None... No, the widow... Think... Many... Take a look at the beautiful country of Da Zhao. ”

Climbing the dragon platform and looking at the rivers and mountains may be the last time in his life. These days, he often dreamed of the shadow of the deceased in his sleep. Whenever I wake up from a dream, I always wet my clothes with tears. As Zhao Jun, Zhao Yu felt so tired. Once upon a time, he wanted to close his eyes and return to the nine heavens. However, the country of Zhao needs him. Young children need him too. He couldn't just leave.

Han Zhong knew what was in the lord's mind, and stood silently, like a stone pillar, let the wind and rain blow. He entered the palace at the age of sixteen and served the ancestor Zhao Houzhong. This eunuch Ling knew what the king couldn't rest assured about before he left.

Gao Ge returned, and Zhao Houyu's condition deteriorated. In the past, I was still able to eat less, walk short, and speak. Now, I can only lie quietly on the couch. The pupils, the expression they exuded, became more and more dim. At night, Han Zhong saw Jun Shang wake up, and said in a low voice: "Jun Shang." ”

Zhao Yu raised his right hand with difficulty and pointed in the direction outside the hall. Han Zhong pondered what he meant, "Your Majesty, do you want to pass on the ministers to the palace?" Zhao Yu nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and raised his right hand and landed weakly on the bed.

When he was young, the prince Yong came in a hurry.

The crown prince Yong saw that his father's face was haggard, and he was angry, and knelt on the bed with tears. Xiangbang, Zhao Bao and other people from the clan also came immediately. Zhao Yu's dormitory was crowded with many people for a while. The dim lights swayed with the breeze. The ministers present were silent, but their hearts were like mirrors, and the king gathered the ministers in the inner hall late at night, and he must have explained the aftermath.

Seeing that all the ministers were coming, Han Zhong fell into Zhao Houyu's ear and said softly: "Your Majesty, the minister has arrived." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Yu opened his tired eyes, and his voice floated over intermittently, "The widow is old, and it is difficult to work with you to revive my Zhao family." The body of the widow is not as good as day by day, so it must be one step ahead of you. Before leaving, the widow said to the prince Yong'er... This mountain and river is not at ease! The widow spent his life, conquering the east and the west, seizing land to quell the rebellion, and fighting for the world with the princes of the Central Plains, just to keep the century-old foundation left by his ancestors. Tonight, the widow will call you into the palace. Widows... I will hand over the prince and this mountain and river to you. ”

The ministers bowed down and replied with tears in their eyes, "No." ”

"Father..."Zhao Yong had already burst into tears.

Zhao Yu said angrily: "My eldest Zhao boy will not shed tears." ”

Zhao Yong picked up the wide sleeves, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and cried: "Child, don't cry." ”

Hearing the child's words, Zhao Yu's face was relieved. He leisurely turned his gaze to the minister who was lying on the ground, and said with all his might: "After the widow goes." Prince Yong, inherited the throne. All of you Aiqing are capable and loyal ministers, support my son, and revitalize my Zhao family's foundation. ”

The ministers replied in unison, "Ministers, live up to the king's trust." Strive to help Xinjun and create Zhao's foundation together. ”

Zhao Yu bowed slightly, looked at his son kneeling on the edge of the bed with a fatherly gaze, and his lips closed one by one, "Widow, I have never left you behind, brothers and sisters." You... Less bro fun. But you can resent the widow. ”

Zhao Yong's throat was choked and he couldn't say a word.

Zhao Yu looked at the child's face and took a deep breath.

In life, for decades, he can be regarded as a hero. However, he has a son of Zhao Yong under his knees. This child has brought him a lot of happiness, but at the same time, it has also had Modo's pain. Because there are too many expectations for the child, the discipline of him will inevitably be heavier. Zhao Yong was naughty and messy when he was young, which gradually turned his expectations into disappointment and even despair. In the dead of night, a thought crossed his mind. He thought? If you have more children, will you have more expectations?

Sigh to sigh, Zhao Yu, he will not have any regret because he left a son. His life has been full of ups and downs. It wasn't until he met the queen that his world brightened. Being able to give birth to a child with the woman he loves is enough for him. If you can ask for a little more luxury, it is to accompany your wife, watch your children grow up, marry a wife, and enjoy your children and grandchildren. However, he knew, it was just a dream of hope.

As Zhao Jun, it is difficult to Xu Qing even if he is Xu Guo.

Zhao Yu has no regrets, because he understands that the monarch's father, Zhao Hou, has seven or eight children, but there are not many brothers who are harmonious and concentric. As a monarch, the most chilling thing is fratricide. He has already tasted the bitter fruit of fratricide. How can you bear to pass on this bitter fruit to the next generation. He was not a good prince, a good brother, a good husband, or a good father.

Zhao Yu's expression gradually deteriorated, and he said, "After the widow goes, you have to... Conduct national politics... Zhen Guowei... Rich countries... Strong soldiers...

Zhao Yong said with tears in his eyes: "The child remembers the entrustment of his father and invigorates my great Zhao foundation." ”

Zhao Yu bowed his head slightly, and suddenly, the sound of talking, wheezing, and all sounds stopped. The moment he closed his eyes, two lines of tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes, and he smiled away. In 326 BC, Zhao Houyu, full of tears, walked towards the end of his life. After his death, he was nicknamed 'Su'.

In the later years of Zhao Chenghou, the Wei State took Pang Juan as the general and surrounded Handan in the north. Zhao Chenghou was full of grief and indignation, signed the Zhangshui Alliance, and a year later, he died of depression. At the beginning of Zhao Suhou's reign, the war in Zhao was in disarray, and the people were hungry. Zhao Suhou ascended the throne and repaired the national government to revitalize the national strength. Seize land to quell the rebellion, and conquer the princes to raise the prestige of the country. In his life, Rong Ma was able to keep the foundation of Zhao and not defeat the princes. In the struggle for hegemony with the vassal states, he is invincible, and he is actually the hero of the Zhao State.

The imperial physician order, who was kneeling on the side, saw that the king was silent, and stepped forward to stretch out his hand to probe Zhao Houyu's hand, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and he cried: "The imperial doctor..." ”

When Zhao Yong heard this, his body trembled and softened.

Seeing this, Han Zhong stepped forward to support the prince, and said in a low voice, "The prince... Your Majesty... went. Your Majesty, you walked very peacefully. ”

Zhao Yong could no longer suppress the emotions in his heart, knelt beside his father's body, and cried loudly. The rest of the people, seeing him crying and mourning, were obviously because of their father-son affection. With his crying, there were also tears in his eyes. Suddenly, Han Zhong exclaimed, "Prince..."

The imperial physician ordered hurriedly stepped forward to check the prince's pulse. When everyone saw this, they were also shocked. Xianjun just went, and the crown prince was the hope of Zhao Guo, but he couldn't miss it at all. Zhao Bao asked anxiously, "Prince, how is it?" ”

The imperial doctor ordered, got up and arched his hand: "The prince fainted because of excessive sadness. Rest for a while, and you'll be fine. ”

When Zhao Bao heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and ordered: "Send the prince down to rest." ”

The young Prince Yong woke up again, sat on the bed, and was stunned. The past is like a tide, and it comes to my heart for a while. Tears, like broken pearls, rolled down. Zhao Yong muttered to himself: "The queen mother is gone, and the monarch's father is also gone." ”

The proud son of the Son of Heaven was instantly reduced to an abandoned orphan. Looking back at the past. Zhao Yong's immature heart began to ache faintly again. He wished that last night had been a dream, even if it was a nightmare. When you wake up the next day, it's gone. However, when the sound of the obituary, one after another, mercilessly reached his ears, he had to accept the cruel truth... The monarch is really gone, forever. Suddenly, a sweet smell welled up in his throat and came out of his mouth.

"Prince, you're awake." When the visitor saw a field of blood on the ground, his face changed greatly, and he shouted, "Quickly pass on the imperial doctor's order." ”

Zhao Yong raised his eyes and saw that the person in front of him was the one who held his shoulder last night and told him in a soft voice, "Father Jun is gone, and he is walking very peacefully." Behind Han Zhong, followed by a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, the young man looked beautiful, it was Zhao Yong's playmate when he was the crown prince, when he lived in the East Palace, Mu Jian.

Looking at these two people, Zhao Yong felt very kind.

Mu Jian shouted at him, "Prince, you are finally awake." You scared the hell out of me last night. I..."

Zhao Yong waved his hand, wiped away the blood remaining at the corner of his lips, and said forcefully: "I'm fine." ”

Although Han Zhong is over sixty years old, he has long been accustomed to parting from life and death. Seeing that Prince Yong had a deep affection for the ancestors, he couldn't help but feel some pity in his heart. Approaching the bed, he said gently: "Prince, the deceased is like this, you have to take care of your body." ”

After a short time, the imperial doctor ordered him to come, and after taking the pulse, Fang said: "Prince, your body is weak and you need to recuperate." Don't be sad again. Otherwise..."

Saying this, the Imperial Physician Ling shook his head.

Zhao Yong, with a pale face, said to them, "I'm going to see off my father for the last time." ”

Mu Jian persuaded: "Your Highness, you are sick, it is better to rest." ”

Imperial Physician Ling and Han Zhong were also afraid that he would be sad when he touched the scene, and resolutely did not allow him to go.

Zhao Yong, pondering for a while, looked up at them, and said, "As a son of man, how can you not send your father on his last journey." ”