Everyone has already understood from King Zhao's words that Lin Xiangru's heartfelt advice just now can be regarded as feeding the dog.

It's just that, for some reason, Lin Xiangru didn't admonish again, and everyone present who had their own thoughts didn't say more.

As a result, a storm brought by the "good news" immediately dissipated in the response of Pingyuanjun. It's just that Zhao Kuo, a person who is accustomed to seeing palace fights and official fights, can't even imagine that he can't imagine that he is obviously a winner, but he can almost bring disaster to himself.

The ancients were never stupid!

The way out of the palace was very short, so short that several important ministers made a gesture with each other, and the figure had already disappeared into the darkness.

The way out of the palace was very long, and Lin Xiangru, who was seriously ill, could only be carried out by the attendants while lying half-lying.

On the side of the road, Zhao Sheng, the king of the palace, led the way with a lamp, and the king of Pingyuan was behind, bowing his head and slowly walking along the familiar and unfamiliar palace wall. The towering palace walls on both sides almost obscured Lang Yue, and only by the light of the fire in the hands of the attendants could he vaguely see Pingyuanjun's tightly knit brows, obviously thinking about something.

"Stop!" A soft command sounded beside Pingyuan-kun.

The sedan chair then stopped beside Pingyuanjun, and Zhao Sheng, who had escaped from his thoughts, hurriedly turned around and saluted: "Lin Shangqing."

Lin Xiangru, who was half-lying in the sedan chair pointing at China, coughed lightly and called, "Pingyuan-kun."

Weak voices are not so clear even in the silence of the night.

"Come forward." Lin Xiangru raised his hand with great effort and said.

Seeing this, Pingyuanjun immediately took two steps forward and came to Lin Xiangru, and with the faint light of the attendants in front of him, Pingyuanjun saw Lin Shangqing in front of him clearly.

The debate in the palace was less than half an hour, but Lin Shangqing seemed to have experienced several spring and autumn seasons. Perhaps, among them, King Zhao has also made a lot of contributions.

I saw that there was no trace of blood on his pale face, a pair of sharp eyes that had once forced King Qin back were now slightly closed listlessly, his lips were chapped, and he was trying to breathe every trace of air, and he could clearly feel that he was breathing less in and more out.

"Shangqing, take care!" Unconsciously, Pingyuanjun said this sentence, but in the second half of the sentence, Pingyuanjun couldn't say anything.

The person in front of him is the person who really dedicated himself to Zhao Guo, even if he is so sick, he still insists on obeying the edict, and enters the palace in the middle of the night to discuss matters, and he burns out his last flame, wanting to illuminate the way forward for Zhao Guo and King Zhao.

Unfortunately, not everyone wants and needs someone else's guidance.

Looking at the "young man" in front of him, Lin Xiangru rarely showed a smiling face, and wanted to talk about state affairs with them again and depict the future of Zhao Guo. The battle of the party was about to win in an impossible way, Lin Xiangru was happy from the bottom of his heart, he knew that after the victory, Zhao was about to usher in a period of opportunity, a period of opportunity that was rare in a century.

And opportunities often herald danger, especially in the face of internal unrest. If you are not careful, an opportunity can turn into a crisis.

It's a pity that his illness is no longer enough for him to shelter Zhao from the wind and rain, nor is it enough to support him and contribute to the prosperity of Zhao again. Even, today's physical strength is no longer enough for him to say more words.

This smiling face has too many meanings.

Immediately, Lin Xiangru forced himself to prop up his body and tried to sit upright, and Pingyuanjun also hurriedly stepped forward to support Lin Xiangru.

Lin Xiangru, who was sitting up a little upright, stretched out his withered hand, grabbed Pingyuan Jun's arm as a fulcrum, and said slowly: "Zhao Kuo, the backbone of the country, although Lian Po and Tian Dan, it is not as good as what happens!"

In just one sentence, Lin Xiangru was already out of breath when he spoke.

Pingyuan Jun hurriedly said, "Shangqing's meaning, I know! Please take care of your health."

Faced with Lin Xiangru's evaluation, to be honest, Pingyuan-kun was a little surprised. Although Zhao Kuo defeated the Qin army in the battle of the Shangdang, he may indeed be more powerful than Lian Po in some aspects, but he is also assisted by Lian Po and Tian Dan.

Of course, Lin Xiangru's heart, Pingyuan-kun understands. It's nothing more than to keep Zhao Kuo no matter what, and it's natural to exaggerate. In the face of Lin Xiangru, who was already terminally ill, Pingyuanjun, who was supposed to protect Zhao Kuo, naturally would not argue with Lin Xiangru about anything.

It's just that Pingyuanjun obviously underestimated Lin Xiangru, and also underestimated Zhao Kuo today. After all, the confrontation between Pingyuanjun and the current Zhao Kuo was just a persuasion before the war.

I saw that Lin Xiangru listened to Pingyuanjun's perfunctory language, not only did he not let go, but waved his hand effortlessly.

Said: "This is not my evaluation, but the words of Lian Po and Tian Dan's private letter to me."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Pingyuan-kun was really a little surprised. If this "what if" evaluation is similar to Lin Xiang, Pingyuanjun can laugh at it, but if it is from Lian Po and Tiandan, who fought side by side with Zhao Kuo, these two veterans who have experienced a hundred battles, Pingyuanjun has to pay attention to it.

Regardless of whether this evaluation is the self-humility of the two, it at least shows one point: both Tian Dan and Lian Po are convinced of Zhao Kuo's military talents. In other words, this battle was under Zhao Kuo's orders, not because of King Zhao's royal orders, but because the two of them really believed in Zhao Kuo.

You have to know who Lian Po and Tian Dan are!

One is the only military god before the Zhao Kingdom, the kind that has fought dozens of battles large and small, so that the Hu people in the north dare not go south, and the kind that makes the Yan people in the east scream!

The other was even more ruthless, resisting the five-nation alliance for several years with the strength of one city, and finally rushed into battle with a fire ox, conquering seventy-two cities, and finally recovering the weak Qi.

With such two great gods, they actually did not praise a junior, but admired a junior?

So how powerful should this junior be?

Pingyuanjun suddenly realized that he was still underestimating the young man who was far away on the battlefield of the party!

Seeing Ping Yuanjun's face change, Lin Xiangru knew that Ping Yuanjun should have realized something.

Then he continued: "There will be a great disaster in the great blessing, protect Zhao Kuo."

Fu coughed heavily, as if he was afraid that Pingyuanjun would leave, and the hand holding Pingyuanjun's arm became harder and harder: "Bao Zhao Kuo, protect the peace of Zhao Kingdom for thirty years!"

After speaking, Ping Yuanjun stared at the old man in front of him with burning eyes.

And the withered hand was finally put down, and Lin Xiangru, who was lying down again, waved his hand, and the sedan chair was immediately activated, slowly sinking into the darkness, leaving the plain king to hesitate in place.

The words, like the weight of a thousand pounds, almost overwhelmed Pingyuan-kun.