"The children of the king are all in Yan Kingdom, and they only came back to visit the king for a few years. All the subordinates in the family were dismissed by the monarch, and only one of my ministers was left to accompany the monarch. ”

The retainer seemed to see Zhao Kuo's doubts and explained.

The concept of monarchs and ministers in the Warring States period has not been bound by heavy shackles, and the monarch chooses his ministers, and the ministers also choose the king.

It is common for fathers and sons to serve the two countries, or change their nationality, and there are even things such as the two countries sharing each other, and Su and Qin hanging the seal of the six countries.

It is not considered disloyal or unfilial.

Le Yi once went out of the Yan Kingdom, hung the Yan and Zhao countries to crusade against the Qi State, and later returned to the Zhao State and was named the King of Wang.

There are two kinds of feudal monarchs in the Warring States Period, one is without a fief, such as Ma Fujun Zhao Hao, who has only one title.

One is that there is a fief, such as Wangzhu Jun Leyi, and the fief is in Guanjin. Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains, has a fief in Tobu City.

However, even if there is a fief, Le Yi, Zhao Sheng and others still have to live in Handan most of the time.

On the one hand, Handan is more prosperous.

On the other hand, it is also to reduce the jealousy of the monarch.

After all, a fief is already a state within a country, and if you stay in a fief every day, it is difficult for the monarch not to suspect that you will do something.

You must know that the Zhao, Wei, and Han families made their fortunes from this in the first place, and they know how to do it.

"I hope you are in good health?" Zhao Kuoxun asked.

"Okay." The retainer sighed and didn't say anything, just led the two forward.

When Zhao Kuo saw Le Yi, the whole person was dumbfounded.

Le Yi is standing in the field in the backyard, swinging the hoe vigorously, each stroke accurately falls to the roots of the weeds, and with a slight pull, the weeds are removed, without hurting half a point of millet seedlings, and the proficiency is no less than that of an old farmer who has planted it for 20 years.

"Your Excellency?" Seeing someone coming, Le Yi put down the pun in his hand and slowly turned around.

His hair was gray, his face was covered with mud, and his coarse cloth shirt and trousers rolled up to his calves were stained with mud, almost indistinguishable from the old farmer in the field.

If he didn't know that Zhao Guo only had one Wangzhujun, Zhao Kuo wouldn't believe that the person in front of him was Le Yi, who led the Five Nations Alliance to defeat Qi back then, and then almost wiped out Qi State.

"Servant Zhao Kuo, I've seen all the kings." Zhao Kuo said respectfully.

"The son of Ma Fujun?" Le Yi was a little surprised.

"You know me?" Zhao Kuo said in surprise.

"I once heard your father mention you of your talent and ambition. But arrogant, unwilling to be down-to-earth, not reusable. Now, it seems that this is not true. ”

Le Yi pulled the mud-stained shoes off his feet, knocked them on the stones next to them, put them on his feet again, clapped his hands again, dusted off his hands and clothes, got up and walked slowly towards the house.

"My father is right, the younger generation was really arrogant and arrogant before, and there was no one in his eyes. Recently, after reading history books, I realized that I lack a lot. Therefore, I dare not be complacent. Zhao Kuo stepped forward to support Le Yi.

Le Yi didn't stop him, and let Zhao Kuo support him, even though his body might be stronger than Zhao Kuo.

By the time the two arrived at the house, Le Yi's retainers had already prepared a banquet.

It was a very simple banquet, with only one jar of turbid wine and two vegetarian servings, and the lord who served the wine borrowed it from his neighbors.

Although Le Yi had a fief, since the death of King Zhao Huiwen, Guanjin has never offered him a penny or a grain of rice.

Le Yi knew what was going on, but he didn't say anything.

His children are all in Yan Kingdom, his daughter is married to a nobleman of Yan Kingdom, and his son is even named a king, and it doesn't matter if he has a little money.

"History books are good, military books can only seek people, and history books can teach how to seek oneself. I was ...... back then."

Maybe it's because people are getting older and have more to talk about.

As soon as he sat down, Le Yi began to babble about his past experiences.

From the time he was favored by King Yan Zhao and reformed the Yan State together, to the defeat of the Qi army and the capture of more than 70 cities in the Qi State, to the final defeat and fled to the Zhao State.

There are a lot of emotions and insights of Le Yi in the middle.

Zhao Kuo listened carefully, without a trace of impatience.

Le Yi's words were of great help to him in understanding the world and his future development.

"It turns out that this world is really different from the Warring States in history, and I don't know who is stronger between him and my father. However, in terms of record, Le Yi is still stronger. If King Yan Zhao doesn't die, Le Yi probably won't be worse than Bai Qi. Zhao Kuo thought to himself.

Every maxima needs a Bole that belongs to him.

And Bole, who belonged to Le Yi, died at the most critical time.

This is the biggest regret of Le Yi's life.

Even so, Le Yi still became the ten philosophers of Wumiao.

If he can be given a platform to fully display his talents, it is hard to imagine how much Le Yi will achieve.

"Take history as a mirror, take history as a mirror, Zhao Kuo, don't be a general. If you lose, you can't save your life, and you have to endure infamy through the ages. If the battle is won, the king is jealous, and he will not be able to save his life. ”

Le Yi drank the wine down, and then slapped Jue heavily on the desk, shouting unwillingly.

The retainer next to him changed his face and secretly looked at Zhao Kuo.

"Yes, Taiping was originally set by the general, and the general was not allowed to see Taiping. This has been the case since ancient times. Zhao Kuo sighed.

China has been around for 5,000 years, and there are countless famous generals, but few can die well.

"Since Ma Fuzi knows these truths, why do you want to go to Changping?" Le Yi looked at Zhao Kuo.

"King Zhao had already ordered it before he crossed over, and I couldn't refuse if I wanted to." Zhao Kuo scolded King Zhao and his predecessor in his heart, but he said in a straight voice: "The soldiers on the front line are still waiting to go home." ”

"Do you think you can defeat the Qin State?" The corners of Le Yi's mouth curved, as if he was laughing at Zhao Kuo's inadequacy.

"No, so I'm here to visit you. I hope you will help me. Zhao Kuo got up and bowed down.

"Give me a reason." Le Yi's eyes were blazing.

"Do you want to die in a hospital bed, or are you willing to fight on the battlefield, even if you may die in battle?" Zhao Kuo said solemnly.

From the moment he entered the Wangzhujun Mansion, Zhao Kuo knew that Le Yi had not had a good time in Zhao over the years.

A famous general at the level of ten philosophers of the Martial Temple, a martial artist of the extraordinary level, but he has no power and fame, and has lived in Handan City like a prisoner for nineteen years.

Doesn't he want to fight on the battlefield?

No!

In the conversation just now, Le Yi was almost recalling the past of leading troops to fight.

Zhao Kuo didn't have a superficial intention, Le Yi mentioned the Battle of Changping, and knew that Zhao Kuo had been appointed as the commander of the Zhao army.

He's always paying attention to the war!

How could not be wanted!

For so many years, he has been waiting for King Zhao to be activated.

Waiting for the next Bole.

This is nineteen years......

"You've been stumbling for nineteen years, are you going to wait for the next nineteen? How many nineteen years can there be in life? Zhao Kuo said.

"Yes, there can be nineteen years in life."

Le Yi got up slowly, and the aura of the old farmer on his body gradually receded, replaced by a Lingyun momentum that had not tasted defeat.

The famous general, who has been silent for 19 years, has woken up again!

"I don't dare to ask for it."