After sending Xu Li away, Zhao Kuo turned around and walked towards the back hall, and in the back hall, Zhao's mother was anxiously waiting for her son to return.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the back hall, and Zhao's mother, who heard the voice, immediately stood up from the soft couch, and a pair of anxious eyes kept looking out, although she had repeatedly explained that after Zhao Kuo finished talking with Uncle Xu, she would come to her immediately.

Soon, Zhao Kuo's figure appeared in front of Zhao's mother.

"I've seen my mother!" Zhao Kuo knelt down and made a big salute to Zhao's mother.

"Kuo'er!" Zhao's mother helped Zhao Kuo up, and without waiting for Zhao Kuo to say anything, she immediately asked: "My son didn't promise Uncle Xu anything, right?" ”

Obviously, the shrewd Zhao Mu had already guessed the purpose of Xu Li's visit - to persuade Zhao Kuo to put on armor to fight the Qin army.

"Never." Zhao Kuo replied honestly.

"That's good, that's good!" Mother Zhao listened to Zhao Kuo's simple reply, obviously very happy. Immediately, Zhao's mother's face changed, and she began to chatter: "Don't listen to those people, the old general Lian Po Lian can't control it, how can my son win?!" It is nothing more than in the name of my son's defeat. ”

"Xu Li is the same, saying that your father is not kind to him, and I don't know where he heard the slander, so he came here to mix. I'm afraid it's also because I haven't been able to lead troops to war again in these years, and I feel quite resentful. Your father's words are good at fighting and short at life, and this is true. Mother Zhao muttered and continued.

Then he looked at Zhao Kuo again, and his eyes were full of determination: "My son, listen to me." In this battle, no matter who comes to persuade him, he must not allow it. It's the king's own ......."

Mother Zhao paused for a moment, obviously not very sure and prepared for how to refuse after the arrival of the king.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and said: "If the king is in person, it will be said that the old man is not well, and he will be in danger, and he will ...... in a few days."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Kuo knelt down in front of Zhao's mother, his eyes full of tears.

If there is more selfless love in this world, it must be the love of parents.

In order to get her son out of the whirlpool of the Battle of Changping, Zhao's mother even did not hesitate to use her own health as an excuse, you must know that this Warring States period is not a materialist world, and Zhao's mother's words are not much different from cursing herself. It can even be said that he exchanged his life for his son's safety.

"Mother, be cautious and take care of your health!" Zhao Kuo slammed his head on the cold ground.

In the crisp sound, Zhao's mother hurriedly helped Zhao Kuo up, and her old hand then gently wiped the bruise on Zhao Kuo's forehead, just like gently wiping the injured forehead for a child who fell when she was a child.

Looking at the old mother who was already a little rickety and full of silver hair, Zhao Kuo seemed to have returned to the past in his previous life, with the same gentle brushing and the same loving face, Zhao Kuo's nose couldn't help but be sour, and tears slipped silently.

"It's all because the old man left early, causing our orphans and widows to be bullied." Mother Zhao patted Zhao Kuo's shoulder and comforted Zhao Kuo carefully.

"Mother is relieved. The child has grown up. Zhao Kuo wiped the corners of his blurred eyes, smiled, and said.

"Hmmm! Kuo'er has grown up! I can hold on to the sky. Zhao's mother also laughed, but she still couldn't erase the worry in her heart: "Kuo'er, why don't we go home!" Hide in the manor in the Mafu Mountain, and no one can find our ......."

Zhao Kuo shook his head helplessly.

Adhering to the historical materialism, he deeply knows that some things are not transferred by his own will, especially when he is still very weak.

And Xu Li's arrival also confirmed his speculation: in today's world, except for himself and his mother who loves him deeply, almost everyone is looking forward to replacing General Lian Po.

Needless to say, the Qin people are not to mention, even the Zhao State that gave birth to him and raised him, I'm afraid it is the same.

Ordinary people and old generals in the army couldn't see through the Qin people's strategies, and regarded themselves as the only saviors of the Zhao State;

The people who saw through the Qin people's strategy had to sacrifice Zhao Kuo out of consideration of their own interests.

The whole world is not afraid of enemies, Zhao Kuo asked himself if he was not that wrist, even if he escaped to Mafu Mountain, I am afraid that he will be arrested in a moment. And at that time, I am afraid that I will not be greeted by gentle persuasion, but ......

Therefore, Zhao Kuo understands that he still has to go through this Changping Pass. Nowadays, I just want to win more support and chips for myself, so as to avoid this Changping Pass from becoming my own ghost gate.

Sure enough, as Zhao Kuo thought, with Xu Li's departure, in Handan City, Zhao Kuo's words of savior not only did not stop, but intensified. And the dialogue between Zhao Kuo and Xu Li was also publicized intentionally or unintentionally.

As a result, the image of a gentle, reserved and self-prudent humble gentleman can be regarded as established in the hearts of the majority of the people of Zhao State. "Gentleman" is already the highest praise for a person's moral level.

Immediately afterwards, the surging public opinion wrapped in Ma Fujun's former ministry, and the praise of the Zhao court, flocked to the Zhao Mansion together.

The Mafujun Mansion, which has been somewhat decayed, is like a broken ship sailing in the sea, tossing up and down in the wind, torrential rain, and rapid waves, and it seems that it will sink in the boundless waves in the next second.

Finally, the man entered the Zhao Mansion with the ultimatum of King Zhao and the Zhao Dynasty.

"I've seen Pingyuan-kun!" Zhao Kuo bowed deeply to the visitor.

Whether it was the friendship with Zhao Hao or the current status in the court, Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains, deserves this great gift.

"Ma Fu Jun is fine."

Xu was an apology to his old friend, or a tribute to Zhao Kuo who was about to go to the battlefield, and Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains, also bowed deeply to Zhao Kuo.

After the salute, the old and the young sat opposite each other.

A wooden table separates the two, with a pot, two cups, and a small stove around the table to bring the water to a boil.

The gurgling boiling water broke the silence between the two, Zhao Kuo straightened up, stretched out his right hand, lifted the kettle, and a column of clear water fell straight into the teapot on the table.

When eight points are full, the water column stops, the tea leaves with distinct roots are brewed in boiling water, the leaf veins are gradually stretched, the green of spring appears again, a bud and a leaf are tumbling up and down, if the catkins of spring, curling Tingting, it is good-looking.

Both of them looked at the churning green leaves, and they didn't make a sound, as if tea friends for many days were holding their breath for a good tea. Between the tea leaves, the tea soup has turned into a goose yellow color. A big hand picked up the teapot and gently poured tea into the cup in front of the old man. The goose-yellow tea is even more ancient in the black-brown pottery.