"The monarch, the grandson, I have all the words here."

Wen Chong bowed to Wei Junxuan and Wei Ju again and said, "I can only give the monarch a day at most." Early tomorrow morning, I will leave Daliang and go to Chengzhou to report to the king. ”

"After all, I have a fight with the monarch, your monarch and ministers, and I will remind the monarch again, talk about my heart, and fulfill the friendship of the monarch and the minister——"

"The king sent Fan Li to envoy Han, and he will let Korea cede thirty cities in Yingchuan, Shangdang, and the land of Guzheng, and compensate 30,000 yuan of gold."

"If you are obsessed with it again, the Wei State will die at the hands of the Wu army."

"Hundreds of thousands of Rui soldiers of Wu State can break through the beam and annex Wei in an instant, and the monarch will pin his hopes on Zhao, Qi, Song, Lu, Wei and other vassal states, which is really a great Miao!"

Wen Chong said meaningfully: "If Wei can survive the country, there will be a lot to be done in the future." If the army is impermanent, and the water is impermanent, what will be the future of the Wu State, and what will be the future of the Wei State, even the wise man cannot know. ”

"Perhaps, a hundred years after King Wu, there will be a mediocre and incompetent monarch who cannot defend the territory and open up the territory, and self-protection is still insufficient, and the Wei State can still take advantage of the trend."

"Literature, farewell!"

Leaving this sentence, Wen Chong turned around and prepared to leave the palace slowly.

After hearing that Korea might lose thirty cities at once, as well as 30,000 Yi in gold, Wei Junxuan was psychologically balanced.

"Wait!"

Wei Jun swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and then sighed: "Xiangbang, widow...... I, the State of Wei, am willing to cede twenty-one cities in Hedong and compensate the State of Wu with 30,000 pieces of gold! ”

"Grandfather!"

Wei Ju was anxious.

Wen Chong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered his hand towards Wei Jun and said, "The monarch is wise." ”

"The king invited the monarch and Han Jun to meet in Mengjin and make a letter of state by the way. The monarch is unwell, so he can let the grandson come to Mengjin and act as the alliance. ”

"Okay."

Wei Jun reluctantly agreed.

"Also."

Wen Chong thought about it, but still said slowly: "Han and Wei have repeatedly attacked Wu and fought against Wu, which is indispensable for the Zhao people to sow discord. ”

"Please kill Zhao envoy Fu Ben to win the trust of King Wu!"

"This ......"

Wei Junxuan's eyelids twitched a few times, and he couldn't help but ask dumbfounded: "Xiangbang, kill Zhao Envoy?" ”

"These two countries are at war, and they are not yet killed. Zhao envoy Fu Ben is the minister of Zhao Jun's humerus, and he has a lot of popularity in the Sanjin Dynasty. ”

"Besides, Wei and Zhao were originally harmonious neighbors, how could a widow kill Zhao for no reason?"

"Xiangbang, can you discuss and drive Fu out of Wei with just that?"

If Wei Guo killed Fu Ben, this would not only be a slap in the face of Zhao Ying, but also a self-isolation from Zhao Guo.

And the genre is precisely to achieve this effect.

"Last time, the monarch also drove the Zhao envoy out of the Wei State, but what effect?"

Wen Zhuang said: "If the monarch does not isolate himself from Zhao, how can he win the trust of King Wu?" Please also think twice. ”

"If Fu does not die, King Wu will never trust Wei and his heart will be towards Wu, and King Wu may not fulfill his promise and not send troops to destroy Wei."

“……”

This is the kind of text that let Wei Jun take Fu Ben's head, as a vote for the name, dedicated to Qingji!

Of course, this is not instructed by Qingji, but the genre makes its own opinion.

It's just that he did it for the sake of Qingji and for the sake of Wu Guo.

"Xiangbang, let the widow think about it again."

"Minister, give the monarch one more day at most. Leave. ”

Wei Jun waved his hand, and Wen Chong left the palace.

Why does the genre insist on a day?

This was not only to threaten Wei Junxuan and increase the intensity of blackmail, but also to prevent the Wei people from deliberately delaying time, causing the armies of Zhao, Qi, Song and other countries to rush to help, and further worsen the situation......

After Wen Chong left, Wei Ju impatiently said to Wei Jun: "Grandfather, don't make peace with the Wu people!" ”

"Just like Fu said before, cutting the land and doing Wu is tantamount to fighting the fire with a salary, which will make the fire more and more vigorous until it burns out the Wei State!"

"Grandfather, you should cheer up, all men over the age of fourteen and under the age of sixty in my Wu Kingdom can fight."

"Sun Er doesn't believe it, my hundreds of thousands of Wei people are defending the city, and they can't resist stubbornly, and they can't stop the offensive of the Wu army!"

"It's a big deal to fight with Wu Manzi! Fight to the death, fight to the death! ”

"Burn them with jade!"

Hearing this, Wei Jun waved his hand extravagantly, and said with a weak sigh: "Ju'er, you are young and vigorous, and you don't understand the dangers of the world. ”

"If the country of Wu is the country of ten thousand times, my Wei country is not even a country of a thousand times."

"Pin your hopes on Zhao, Song, Qi, Wei and other countries? They are not yet able to protect themselves. ”

"As for the Wei State, the whole country is full of soldiers, and it is even more foolish to want to resist the powerful offensive of the Wu army."

After a pause, Wei Junxuan shook his head and said, "The ancestors created the foundation and passed it on to me. I was lucky enough to follow the trend of the times and establish the Wei State, thinking that I would carry forward the foundation and make the Wei State rise so that I would not be bullied by Qiang Wu. ”

"I never thought that the Wei State would still fall to this point."

"Foal."

Wei Jun's extravagant and cloudy eyes were placed on Wei Ju's body, and he said earnestly: "Those who are monarchs must be able to endure, endure humiliation, and endure what ordinary people can't bear." ”

"As long as the Wei State still exists, and the Zongmiao Sheji is still there, there is still hope for everything."

"As the text says, Wu Wang Qingji is nearly fifty years old, and he is no longer young."

"He didn't know how many more years he would live. You're different, you're young, you're ambitious, you're capable. ”

"Grandfather is incompetent, and the burden of making the rise of Wei fall on your shoulders in the future."

"Grandfather ......"

When Wei Ju heard this, he couldn't help but burst into tears and knelt on the edge of the bed.

"Order, kill Fu Ben."

"Grandfather ......"

"Didn't you hear the widow?"

Wei Junxuan gritted his teeth, waved his arms, and said loudly with a resentful tone: "Kill Fu Ben!" ”

"Wei Ju, widow...... Now you are still the king, and in the future, when you become the king of a country and shoulder the heavy responsibility, no one can control it. ”

"Faint King...... If you do bad things, let your grandfather do it, and you will be a Ming Jun and a generation of heroes. ”

"No!"

Wei Ju finally agreed with tears streaming down his face.

……

Five days later, Wu Wang Qingji, Han Jun Buxin, and Wei Taisun Ju met in Mengjin.

Wei Ju sighed, waved his hand, and asked people to present Fu Ben's head to Qingji.

Seeing this, Qingji couldn't help but be "shocked" and asked, "Whose head is this?" ”

"Back to King Wu, this is the head of Fu Ben, the eldest doctor of Zhao State!"

Wei Ju only thought that Qingji was pretending to be stupid, so he forcibly endured the resentment in his heart, bowed to Qingji and said: "Zhao State has repeatedly coerced and lured my Wei State to send troops to attack Wu, and Wei State has offended Wu State many times before, and I ask King Wu for forgiveness." ”

"Now, the State of Wei presents the head of Fu Ben, just to draw a line with the State of Zhao!"

"Please King Wu, smile!"

Hearing this, Qingji nodded and said, "Wei Jun and the grandson, you have a heart." ”

"No matter what Fu Ben says, he is the doctor of Zhao State and the favorite minister of Zhao Jun."

"Bob!"

"The minister is here!"

"Then you put Fu Ben's head and body into the coffin, select a team of people, send them back to Zhao State, and hand them over to the Zhao people for proper burial."

"No!"

Bo Yan immediately agreed.

The dead are greater.

In this era, although the intensity of the war has been increasing, the nations have torn their faces.

However, for Fu Ben's death, how could Zhao Guo dare to blame Wu Guo, and then angrily kill the Wu soldiers who escorted Fu Ben's coffin back to Zhao?

That is not only a slap in the face of Qingji, but also makes Zhao Ying bear a bad reputation.