King Zhao looked at Lin Xiangru who was dragging his sleeve, and his heart was even more impatient, in King Zhao's view, Lin Xiangru's so-called bitter heart was just relying on the old and selling the old. But on the contrary, King Zhao still had no choice but to do it. After all, he could only suppress the fire in his heart a little, and said in a low voice: "Lin Qing and rest assured, the widow will not chill the hearts of the soldiers."

Obviously, King Zhao's words were still perfunctory.

"Good! Good! Good! Thank you, my king!" It's just that Lin Xiangru at this time seems to be unable to think anymore, thinking that King Zhao has promised himself, and he has said three good things in a row, and the strength in his hand has gradually dissipated, and King Zhao's sleeves have been slowly loosened.

Immediately, Lin Xiangru, who was a little relieved, fell back to the bed, faced the top of the hall, and continued to murmur, "Zhao Kuo has few people to help him in the court because of his father. And his military talent can be called amazing, if the king puts down the mustard, Zhao Kuo will become my king's lonely minister, and serve my king wholeheartedly, so that the old man can look under the nine springs."

Without waiting for the people around him to react, Lin Xiangru continued: "My king, don't damage the material of the pillars because of some arrogance, the more the pillars, the more amazing the talent, the more arrogant the heart, the arrogant often can't stand the grievances, and once they are wronged, they will inevitably retaliate, and they have a considerable military heart and people's hearts, my king must remember to take it with the will, not to ......."

Lin Xiangru turned his head as he spoke, wanting to emphasize something, but saw that the chair next to him was empty, where was the figure of King Zhao!

The first important minister of Zhao State fell on the bed in the cold palace hall again, leaving two lines of turbid tears, but there was no more muttering. Inexplicable sadness instantly surged into my heart, after all, King Zhao's move was not a betrayal? betrayed a loyal minister who had dedicated his life to the state of Zhao.

"It's good, it's good." Lin Xiangru said to himself in his heart, obviously Lin Xiangru had despaired of this King Zhao. And despair is never achieved overnight, starting from Yin Yin's advice that night, to the closed door that day, and then to secretly taking Zhao Kuo for no reason, one by one, Lin Xiangru has been disappointed more than once.

It's just that today's goodbye obviously broke the old man's heart.

Of course, who is Lin Xiangru, that is the person who can conclude that the Qin State has no sincerity to change the city just by a few glances, whether it is the situation of the Zhao State, or the mind of the King of Zhao, Lin Xiangru, who has been immersed in Yin officialdom for decades, even if his body is not as good as before, how can he be ignorant and unprepared?

It's just with the last glimmer of hope, doing the last struggle. It's just that even Lin Xiangru didn't expect that all hopes would end so hastily.

Supporting his weak body, with the support of the doctor, Lin Xiangru staggered out of the hall.

Outside the corner tower hall, the sunset has gradually set, and the faint afterglow is still trying to bring enough temperature to the earth, but it can only put a golden coat on the earth. A gust of wind blows, bringing coolness to the evening. Just like the twilight hero, although he has the heart to continue to protect Zhao Guo, he is already powerless.

Under the corner tower, King Zhao's Luan drove to the depths of the palace, Lin Xiangru glanced at it slightly, then turned his head and looked at the now dark east, which is also the place where the morning sun rises tomorrow.

The creaking sound finally stopped, and the prisoner car finally arrived at his final destination, in front of the prison.

Pingyuanjun took the lead in jumping off the war horse, trotted all the way to the side of the prisoner car, personally opened the prisoner car for Zhao Kuo, and helped Zhao Kuo get out of the car, and personally unchained Zhao Kuo. Zhao Kuo, who is a junior, is a little embarrassed, after all, Pingyuanjun is also an old friend of Zhao Kuo's father, Ma Fujun Zhao Hao. What's more, now Pingyuan Jun is also one of the best figures in the Zhao Dynasty.

The reason why Pingyuanjun put his posture so low is not only out of a trace of guilt in his heart, not only because of respect for Zhao Kuo, the great hero of Zhao State, but also because of the scene of thousands of empty alleys today, which really tells Pingyuanjun: The general in front of him must not be underestimated.

While busy untying Zhao Kuo, Pingyuanjun also said with a little embarrassment: "Where is the king's order, Ma Fujun, you stay here for a few days, don't worry, I am here for everything outside, and the people at home are good, so-called."

No matter what the crime is, the old man will bear it with all his might."

"In this case, thank you to the Plains." Zhao Kuo moved his hands that were bound a little stiffly, and said slowly to Pingyuanjun.

"The old man has ordered someone to clean up a house, as short as three or five days, as long as seven or eight days, and the old man will personally come to pick up Ma Fujun and go home." Pingyuan Jun lifted the chains, which can be regarded as a promise to Zhao Kuo.

"Nothing! It's much better here than when I was in a military tent, at least I don't have to eat and sleep in the open air, and it doesn't hurt to stay a few more days!" Saying that, Zhao Kuo was about to stride towards the prison.

The old mother should have been sent back to her home and lived in a prison cell, and Zhao Kuo really has nothing to worry about.

It's just that the hundreds of personal soldiers behind him still follow Zhao Kuo and want to go to the prison.

Pingyuanjun hurriedly grabbed Zhao Kuo and whispered, "Ma Fujun, your own soldiers.....

Of course, Zhao Kuo knew that it was not appropriate for his own soldiers to stay in the prison, but if there was no escort for them, Zhao Kuo would really become a fish on the board. Zhao Kuo is not very sure what King Zhao will do with himself in the end, so he must take precautions and countermeasures. What's more, did the Qin Congress let go of such a good opportunity? In case the Qin State sent an assassin or something, it was estimated that the few pieces of material in it were all swords, and Zhao Kuo really didn't dare to go in without a bodyguard.

"Two hundred return to the camp, three hundred in three shifts, taking turns guarding the dungeon." Zhao Kuo didn't talk nonsense, and immediately commanded his own soldiers.

Dividing two hundred is not only to give Ping Yuanjun a face, but more importantly, for security reasons, Zhao Kuo also needs an elite team to respond on the periphery.

"Yes." The pro-soldiers who heard the order naturally agreed in unison.

"This?" It's just that Pingyuanjun on the side is a little difficult to do.

Of course, Zhao Kuo also has to give Pingyuanjun a step down. Then he turned his head and continued to say to Pingyuan Jun: "I killed and injured 300,000 Qin troops on the battlefield, and the Qin people hate me to the bone, and the victory of Changping has touched the interests of many people, otherwise I would not have fallen here. Now, in prison, if there are no people around, I'm afraid the Qin people will not let go of such an opportunity, and this monarch doesn't want to die in this dark place!"

When Pingyuan Jun heard this, he suddenly remembered that Zhao Kuo was the existence that forced Wu Anjun of the Qin State to death......