"So, thank you so much!" The old lady should bow to Pingyuanjun.

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Pingyuanjun didn't dare to accept the old lady's gift, and immediately said, "I and Ma Fujun are old friends, how can we sit idly by. It's just, hey......"

Speaking of Pingyuanjun, he sighed deeply, for King Zhao, Pingyuanjun really didn't know how to comment. Then he bowed slightly and said, "So, old sister-in-law, this gentleman will also leave first!" If anything, send someone to my house and say a word, and do it all!"

"Thank you, Plains-kun!" Old Madam Zhao also knew that it was inconvenient to stay in the house now, so she immediately gave another salute and watched Pingyuanjun leave with Lin Shangqing and the others.

……

The guests dispersed, and the middle door was closed. With the support of the maid, the old lady came to Zhao Kuo's side in three steps and two steps.

At this time, Zhao Kuo had already been transferred to the bed paved with fox skin, and Zhao's mother took the bamboo tweezers from the maid's hand, and carefully picked up the minced meat on Zhao Kuo's back.

Because of the effect of gold sore medicine and its own platelets, the erosive back has stopped the bleeding, and at the same time, a lot of minced meat is blocked in the wound, if it is not carefully picked out, it is a trivial matter to hinder the growth of new meat, and what is more troublesome is that once the minced meat is corrupted, it is very likely to cause suppuration of the wound, which is almost fatal in ancient times when there was a lack of medicine.

And in order to remove the small pieces of flesh one by one, it is necessary to reopen the wound that has stopped bleeding, and the pain is self-evident. Therefore, this work must not only be careful, but also careful. Mother Zhao obviously didn't worry about others doing it. It's just that looking at her son's scars all over her body from time to time is not a torment for Mrs. Zhao.

But Zhao's mother did not hesitate at all, while wiping her tears, she carefully picked up the minced meat on Zhao Kuo's back, as long as she could give her son less pain or even a little pain, some of her own sadness was nothing. Even Zhao's mother didn't even dare to make a sound when she cried, for fear that her crying would alarm Zhao Kuo, who was already injured, and make him worry out of thin air.

"Mother's hand is on the line, and the wanderer's shirt is on top." That's about it.

It's just that Zhao Kuo doesn't know Zhao's mother's sadness and sadness? Although Mother Zhao has tried her best to cover it up.

This is embarrassing Zhao Kuo, not only to endure the severe pain caused by picking minced meat, so as not to make the mother behind him feel sorry for his picking, but also to pretend not to know his mother's sadness, and even dare not turn back, for fear of seeing the tears on his mother's face.

In this way, Zhao Kuo lay quietly, Zhao's mother slowly and carefully picked it behind, the whole time seemed to have stopped, only the occasional cry of the autumn cicada outside the window, prompting the passage of time.

"Got it......

With the sudden chirping of the autumn cicada, the bamboo tweezers in Zhao's mother's hand also shook slightly, and even Zhao Kuo's shoulder, who was lying down, shook.

"It hurts you." Mother Zhao asked anxiously, and while asking, she carefully blew the wind gently towards the bamboo tweezers. Just like when she was a child, her mother blew her injured knee for Zhao Kuo, who fell.

"No, it's fine." Zhao Kuo said immediately.

Listening to his mother's anxious voice, Zhao Kuo knew that he had to find a topic and couldn't let his mother be immersed in sadness anymore. Immediately, Zhao Kuo turned his head slightly and said to Zhao's mother, "Mother, don't you know that your son is now in the army, but he is majestic! Even General Lian Po obeyed his son's orders. That day......

Zhao Kuo smiled and told his mother about his actions in the army - that day, he scolded Fang Xuan, and hundreds of thousands of troops obeyed orders; On that day, he swept vertically and horizontally, forcing the invincible Wu Anjun into a corner; In those days, he raised his knife and fell, slashing and killing the Qin army like chopping melons and vegetables......

It's like a kid who has just gotten a perfect score, showing off to his mother his test paper with a bright red hundred written on it, expecting compliments from his mother.

Mother Zhao was gradually attracted by Zhao Kuo's words, as if she was also in the barracks, looking at Zhao Kuo on the high platform with a look of adoration, commanding Ruo Ding to hold the millions of troops in the palm of her hand!

"Okay, well, my son is the most heroic." Mother Zhao said with a smile. There is no mother who doesn't want her child to become a dragon, of course

, Looking at the middle lying on the bed, although Zhao's mother was proud in her heart, she was more distressed.

"That's nature." Zhao Kuo, who was finally recognized by his mother, was happy in his heart, and for Zhao Kuo, the affirmation from his relatives may be more important than the fear from the enemy, and it also makes him more happy.

Between mother and son, between singing and harmony, the hearts are also closer.

With the topic that Zhao Kuo evoked, time passed silently, and Zhao's mother finally picked out the minced meat, and then reached out to take the gold sore medicine in the maid's hand. It was left behind before the Plains King left, and it must be much better than a general gold sore medicine.

"My son." Mother Zhao carefully sprinkled gold sore medicine on Zhao Kuo's wound and asked slowly, "Is my son really going to Daibei?" Why don't we resign from the king and go back to the village, even if it's coarse tea and light rice, it's better than ......."

Mother Zhao didn't continue, and of course Zhao Kuo understood what Mother Zhao meant. It's a pity that although Zhao's mother is also knowledgeable, she still thinks about this matter too simply.

In the eyes of the ordinary people of Zhao State, Zhao Kuo did not make any mistake in this matter at all, but in order to ensure the victory of the war, he did some actions that made the king of the village dislike, and only then did he have the result of being punished, which was the act of King Zhao to vent his anger, and it was also a mediocre move of the pro-villain Yuan Xianchen;

But Zhao's mother knew that King Zhao's move was not a vent of anger, even if there were some factors, it was by no means the main reason. In Zhao's mother's view, King Zhao's army is more of a warning, a warning to Zhao Kuo, who has a high level of achievement, and a suppression of Zhao Kuo, who is already famous all over the world.

It was precisely because of this judgment that Zhao's mother had the idea of persuading Zhao Kuo to retire. In Zhao's mother's opinion, as long as Zhao Kuo completely gave up his military power and became an ordinary courtier, or even just a nobleman, King Zhao should be able to rest assured, and he and his son Zhao Kuo would be able to continue to live in peace, why not?

However, in Zhao Kuo's eyes. It's already a life-and-death struggle!

Surrendering the gun can only plunge oneself into despair. The words "power comes out of the gun", Zhao Kuo is familiar with it. And today's Zhao Kuo almost has the same appeal as the "King of Changlin", and even more like the "King Yu", in King Zhao's heart, it is the existence of "as long as you want to rebel, you can rebel".

King Zhao will never rest assured that he will go into seclusion, and of course he will never be willing to go into seclusion.

Retreat will not be a stable way back, but a dead end to the Yellow Spring.

This is the struggle!