repeatedly emphasized the need to keep Zhao Kuo's words, and continued to refresh Ping Yuanjun's understanding of Zhao Kuo. In particular, the sentence "security is safe", safety is safety, why is it better? The peace of the people is for Ning, and the fullness of the treasury is for Ning. And this is obviously no longer something that a military general should or can manage.

The only explanation is that Lin Xiangru Lin Shangqing has regarded Zhao Kuo as the optimus jade pillar of Zhao State, a figure comparable to Qin Zhiwei Martingale and even King Wuling of Zhao, not just a general like Lian Po.

King Zhao Wuling! What a distant and dazzling memory, if it weren't for the change of the Dune Palace, maybe the reform of the Zhao State would not have been abandoned halfway, and the current Zhao State should not let it go at all compared to the Qin State!

It's just that Zhao Kuo will be the chosen son?

Of course, that's all for later! Plains-kun can also look at it calmly.

The things that made it even more difficult for Pingyuanjun to calm down were not in the words, but even outside the words.

In this passage out of the palace, although there is no one in the forest, there is a pair of sharp ears and eyes on a high wall and behind a narrow door.

Such an "intimate" act on this trip is almost a heartfelt statement of "trusting orphans". is undoubtedly telling others that he, Pingyuanjun, is Lin Xiangru's successor! Of course, perhaps Lin Xiangru is more like the person entrusted by Zhao Kuo. But it's a pity that today's Zhao Kuo can't bear this burden for the time being.

But Pingyuan Jun asked himself, can he afford it?

Lin Xiangru! That's an evergreen tree in the political arena of Zhao State!

Although in recent years, due to physical reasons, he has gradually faded out of the central decision-making level and no longer participates in general government affairs. But once it comes to military affairs, as long as Lin Xiangru's body allows, King Zhao will definitely invite him to come to the town, and it will be a matter of tonight. Even if Lin Xiangru's suggestion repeatedly failed to win King Zhao's heart.

More importantly, Lin Xiangru has been the secretary of Zhao for decades, although he is upright and upright, and the gentleman is not a party, but he has been in power for so many years, during which he has cultivated and promoted many children of poor families, and how many famous families he has had a deep friendship, maybe even Lin Xiangru himself can't count.

In addition, he is a close friend of General Lian Po, and the military also regards Lin Xiangru as half of his own.

Its prestige in the court is unsurpassed by no one.

And all of this will rush to himself in the shortest possible time - the only successor designated by Lin Xiangru and Lin Shangqing!

Lin Xiangru, who had dedicated his life to Zhao State, did not seek even the slightest benefit for his family until his death, but handed over all his rights and prestige, all the things given by Zhao State, to Zhao State, and handed them over to the person who he thought was most beneficial to Zhao State.

Maybe that's what it's called "light a lamp with a breath."

For a long time, the sedan car has gone away.

In the empty passage out of the palace, only Pingyuanjun and the attendants were left. Pingyuanjun, who came to his senses, bowed deeply to the sedan chair that had disappeared.

In a bow, the inheritance has come to an end.

However, the night is still long!

The carnival in Changping Pass is still continuing, the cups and plates are already in disarray, and Zhao Kuo is also drunk and tells Zhou Gong a story about "talking on paper";

In the Qin army camp south of Shangdang, bursts of snoring have sounded, the continuous battle has consumed too much physical strength of the Qin army, although the future is uncertain, the Qin soldiers are still trying to rest, trying to recover their physical strength as soon as possible; Even Bai Qi fell asleep, and he knew that maybe after today, there would be no rest;

On the vast land of Shangdang, hundreds of scouts and cavalry were divided into more than a dozen roads, shuttling between the mountains and forest paths crisscrossed by Shangdang, or quietly groping towards the camp where the Qin army was located, or searching all the way along the Danshui, and a few men and horses actually quietly went around the flank of the Qin army;

And where they departed, two veterans with white hair and beards were still in the middle of the sweltering tent, one holding a stick and the other holding a lamp, facing the dancing lights, discussing the future battle in detail against the sand table;

Farther to the south, the inky black Danshui flows quietly. An army that has lost its armor and cannot even be called an army, is

This Dan water is moving slowly.

Although the summer river is not cold and biting, it is still quietly taking away the temperature of the soldiers all the time. In addition, the grain has long been discarded, and the soldiers who have not been replenished with energy for a long time gradually begin to lose their physical strength, and the dark road ahead makes the soldiers feel extremely desperate.

General Jin had already taken off his military uniform, rode a war horse, stepped on the waves, and repeatedly patrolled between the military columns, so that every soldier could see his figure, hear his words, and try to arouse the morale of those who had fallen to freezing in this way.

Unfortunately, this doesn't seem to be of much use. Almost every 100 meters, soldiers disappeared silently into the darkness, or they were exhausted and submerged in the Danshui, and went east with the flowing water, or they quietly touched the shore and disappeared into the labyrinthine mountains and forests of Shangdang County while their comrades were not paying attention;

In the center of the routed army, several small boats were carefully guarded among them, and on top of the small boats, Xin Lingjun, who had taken off his armor, was tasting defeat alone;

Thousands of miles away in the court of Wei, the King of Wei, who had always slept peacefully, suddenly fell into an ice cave, and an invisible hand dragged him towards the endless abyss! The two hands clutched weakly in the air, and after a futile effort, the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense.

Fortunately, Long Yangjun beside him woke up in time, and his slender little hand kept rubbing on King Wei's face, which saved King Wei from the nightmare.

It's a pity that the Wei soldier who sank to the bottom of the water did not have a hand that could hold his soul far away.

And in the farther west, in the Xianyang Palace, the capital of Qin, the two monarchs and ministers who had reached an agreement were carefully checking the population of Qin and deciding on the list of expeditions;

In the corner of the palace, the eunuch Ling, who left in a hurry, was facing the subordinates of the Black Ice Platform for a while, and the ruthless whip whipped the body of the black-clothed spy leader, and even the eunuch Ling himself did not let go......

"Smack......

With a crisp sound, the long whip dipped in cold water instantly slashed across the thin kudzu clothes, and the clothes were torn and fleshy, and a red mark with a hot pain was clearly engraved on the dark back.

"Smack...... Smack ......"

The sound of whipping echoed over the empty palace, and there was not a single groan to listen to.

Before long, the corner door opened, and countless black-clothed fish burst out, and disappeared in the boundless darkness.

The night is long!