Zhao Palace.

Inside, there are lights and shadows, and people outside are buzzing.

In the dark and snowy night, the kneeling officials and doormen who could not kneel for a long time shouted outside the hall for a long time, and finally their voices were hoarse.

It was like crying out with blood, asking King Zhao not to kill Zhao Zheng, and begging him to take back his life.

Lao Zhao was fierce, just like this afternoon, there were at least a dozen people killed outside the hall, and the inner servants all prepared wooden stretchers in the back to carry the corpses on time, thinking that they should not pull out the crying faint people and bury them.

Outside, King Zhao was pacing back and forth in the dormitory.

His bowels are now repentant.

Why couldn't he think of killing Zhao Zheng, the proton of the Qin State? What did he think when he gave the order?

King Zhao didn't understand.

This feeling of regret in my intestines has really not been felt for a long time.

King Zhao looked up at the relief on the top, thinking that the last time was the Battle of Changping, he decided to abandon Lian Po and reuse Zhao Kuo, who was talking on paper.

That battle was heroic, not only was Zhao defeated miserably, but also more than 400,000 young men were killed by the enemy Bai Qikeng.

More than 400,000 Zhao Guoqing strong...

What is this concept of Zhao Ren? What is the concept of Zhao Guo?

How many Zhao people's fathers, how many Zhao people's sons, and how many Zhao people's husbands, the whole country is grieving and mourning. Even the migratory birds that pass by the sky above Zhao are all wailing.

Just because he was anxious to win, he planted the Qin State's divisive plan.

actually let the proud and underestimated Zhao Kuo play, which caused this tragic situation.

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many glory and wealth to enjoy, King Zhao would have found a pillar to bump into.

But after this battle, he can be regarded as recognizing himself.

Those virtuous ministers who pointed at the king's backbone and scolded, they spat and scolded a faint king's face and ears. Don't those faint kings themselves know if they are faint or not?

Not necessarily, King Zhao is a faint monarch who is very self-aware.

Sitting in this position, without great ability, is the greatest stupor.

Now that the Seven Kingdoms are competing for hegemony, the situation is changing, and there are countless heroes created by the times.

Of course, some people can't get up even if they take advantage of the situation. His own father, King Wuling of Zhao, what a demeanor, changing the law and reforming, the strength of Zhao State has developed unprecedentedly strong, and even the country of tigers and wolves, Qin, has to look up to him.

This is a real hero.

As a result, he handed over a good country to him, a son, and began to collapse.

It's a real waste.

King Zhao stretched out his hand to cover his face.

No face.

He simply saw the facts clearly, and he was not obsessed with creating a reputation, after all, it was not that material, and it was useless to cut it. He now advocates the reuse of Lian Po and recuperation.

And put the fire of Zhao's restoration on his crown prince Zhao Yan.

His son, with a square face, looks like him, has a personality like him, and is smart when he is young.

In addition to being a little, but being lustful is nothing, which real hero is not good for women?

But I don't know what kind of demon I've been in love with recently, and I actually fell in love with an HD prostitute, what is Lin Meier.

If you say that you like it, he is Lao Tzu not a mother, and he can't even care about his son's bed curtains. But I didn't expect that prostitute to be the prince's wife, that is, the future queen.

King Zhao was expressionless at that time, and asked someone to close the door of the palace, and he raised his foot angrily and kicked it.

He is only in his thirties now, and he is still in his prime. It's still impressive to beat a turtle son.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yan had to fight with him, and he went on a hunger strike when he went back. If you want to say that the will is really firm, the following reports are all about the prince who has lost a few laps of weight, and it looks like he is about to die.

King Zhao was angry in the past, and he was only distressed, but if he thought about it carefully, he still forgot it.

After all, how much youth a woman has, maybe she will get tired of it in a few years, and she can't see it for a while, just like when he planted it in the magic barrier that he wanted to make a contribution.

This son is planted and planted like him.

But if he can't get up when he gets into the war, then his son can't get up in a woman's arms, right?

King Zhao still feels that his son, he will definitely have a great future in the future, and he will definitely not be so bad.

So he relented.

Zhao Yan's kid happily told him about his future ambitions, and when it came to spitting stars splashing on his face, he couldn't get rid of it.

King Zhao remembered his passionate appearance, and his mood was much smoother.

After thinking about it a few times, King Zhao also figured it out, although he didn't know why he wanted to kill all the protons of the Qin State, but if he made a mistake, even if he was the king, he would have to make up for it even if he pulled down his face.

As soon as the proton of Qin State died, there was no doubt that the confrontation between Qin State and Zhao State would be broken again.

When the time comes, if the time comes, the Zhao State will only be defeated for a few years, and it will either be swallowed up by the Qin State, or it will be defeated together with the Qin State and swallowed up by other enemy countries that are eyeing each other.

King Zhao raised his sleeves and blew his nose.

"Whew-"

He was about to go out to take back the king's order, but as soon as he took one foot, he felt that something was wrong.

The servants in the temple all went out, and no one added wood to the furnace, which caused the temperature to drop sharply. But King Zhao seemed to feel that every pore on his body was now rolled by snow, and the hairy chestnuts climbed up his neck from the back.

Wrong wrong.

It is impossible for him not to understand such a simple truth.

King Zhao shuddered.

Then why did he still agree, and he had to write the king's book himself, what happened during the day?

Just then, the doors of the temple opened.

The eunuch outside the palace ignored the king's order and ran in, and said anxiously: "It's not good, the king, it's not good!" The white immortals who turned stones into gold, the gold that turned into gold, all turned into stones overnight, king, go and see it! ”

In the flash of light, King Zhao seemed to have something flashing in his mind.

That warlock Bai Immortal, he had looked for him in the morning, when he was looking at the documents presented by the crown prince Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan said that he would send Zhao Zheng, the proton of Qin, to the border of the war, and hang him out when he was fighting with the enemy, so as to show the might of Zhao and make his country dare not invade.

What bullshit.

After reading it, he threw the paperwork out, but he didn't know when the white immortal appeared next to him quietly and asked him, "King Zhao, do you hate the Qin people?" ”

Hate, how not hate.

The Zhao and Qin people were undying enemies for generations.

"Hate."

He said hate, and then he didn't remember anything.

King Zhao felt more and more frightened.

Could it be that this is a spy of the enemy country, just to let the Zhao country die?

At this moment, King Zhao couldn't care about anything, he hurriedly grabbed the eunuch, but he didn't expect to sit on the ground with sore knees, and he roared hysterically: "Go!" Go! Go and take back the king's order, Zhao Zheng can't kill, absolutely can't kill, kill it and it's gone! The country of Zhao is gone, and the king is gone! ”

"Zhao Zheng can't be killed."

A fluttering tone came out of the eunuch's thin lips, as if he had changed his appearance, and he raised his head.

It was like throwing clear water into the drawing paper, and the thick ink was withdrawn, and the gratuitous evil crawled all over his silver hair, "Then kill you, so that I can make way for your good son as soon as possible." ”

"Poof."

The dagger sank into the flesh.

King Zhao's eyes widened and he fell heavily on the jade steps, obviously he was stabbed in the chest, but black blood scrambled to leave black blood in his eyes, and the black blood poured out from his nose, the corners of his mouth and even his ear holes, and within a moment, he became a bloody man.

The smell of blood permeated the temple.

Built to last.

Death admonished death, and the courtiers also admonished their king to death.

*

After almost ten days of sleeplessness, Bai Tao followed Zhao Zheng and Zhao Ji and his party to finally escape from the border of Zhao State.

In the past few days, officers and soldiers from all directions have been chasing and intercepting each other, with open guns and hidden arrows like locusts pounced, horse whips, shouts, and life-threatening wielding, and the carriages were almost scattered.

Either on the run, or on the way to escape.

Even if you go into the village and spend Zhao money to buy some dry food and meat, and ask for some cotton cloth, you will be taking a short breath for that time, and if you want to rest, you don't dare to rest at all.

After tossing for half a month, Ren is iron body can't stand it.

Needless to say, Zhao Ji's hair was scattered, her face was as pale as paper, and she was already thin to the bone.

Zhao Zheng's sharp chin line looked even more obvious, and he was leaning against the wall of the carriage with a sleeping white peach in his arms.

Zhao Zheng closed his eyes and acted as a meat pad, making the white peach sleeping in his arms feel a little better.

Even if he was still suffering from the haggardness, his face did not show the slightest pain and difficulty.

"Hmm-"

The girl in her arms sighed, and her long, curly eyelashes opened like butterfly wings.

"Zhao Zheng."

Her voice was delicate, like a soak in warm water.

Zhao Zheng: "I'm here." ”

Bai Tao fell into an intermittent coma when she came out of King Zhao's palace, this coma was not uncomfortable, but it was not driven by any of her consciousness.

It was like the demonic power that roamed and collided on the body, turning into bursts of bubbles that wanted to emerge from the body, but they broke up the moment they surfaced.

It's like this, condensing and then breaking, breaking and then coagging.

She also woke up and fell unconscious.

However, the days of coma are always longer, and when she woke up briefly, she heard the sound of various swords colliding, so Zhao Zheng held her tightly in his arms and said softly Don't be afraid.

In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of vixens.

She has been afraid of heaven and earth since she was a child, but she is far away from death and does not understand the meaning of death.

But now that she has been sealed by her brother, she is only a line away from death, and she is likely to die, she should be afraid.

But Bai Tao leaned against his chest and listened to his thumping heart.

It's so alive and powerful.

She felt that she was not afraid of anything, mortals were so weak and insignificant, but they could always create miracles, miracles that came out of the realm of death.

"What a king and a dog, Lao Tzu hasn't slept for three days, damn Zhao Bing is gone, Hu Bing is here, what a fucking donkey dung egg!"

A man's gruff roar came from outside the carriage.

Another humanitarian: "General, I'm afraid it's freezing in the south, Hu Bing really can't find food, so he went south to the Yinshan Grassland, came to loot everywhere, this is the wasteland we are walking again, this Hu soldier is good at chasing and riding and shooting, and looting never leaves a living mouth, general, this is about to catch up!" And make a quick decision! ”

"His grandmother's."

The general jumped out one by one, obviously in a bad mood, "Lao Tzu crawled out of the dead man's pit in the Battle of Changping, and he is afraid that he will be a wild man!" Brothers, pin your heads to the waistbands of your trousers, and let's fight to the death! ”

"Yes! Checkmate! ”

The sound outside rang like a bell.

Another old voice said: "No, don't be so reckless, Zhao Guoxue's Hu people's 'Hu Fu Cavalry Shooting' Xing's army, this group of Hu people's horseback looting kung fu, but it is beyond people's reach, if you catch up, you will have to bite off a piece of meat, this is still thousands of miles away from the Qin State, the danger behind is unknown, we originally lost most of it, if this is lost here, general, don't fight recklessly!" ”

The general rolled out with a strange sound in his heart, and finally compromised: "All abandon the car!" Run to the southwest! ”

Zhao Zheng in the carriage pricked up his ears and listened.

He was shrewd enough to be almost halfway through the old voice, and he shoved the bag of jerky in the carriage into his bosom and hugged the white peach tightly.

"Bang-"

The carriage sank one by one.

It turned out that it was the general of the Qin army who spoke just now, Fan Yuzhi, who came in.

He was a general sent by Wenxin Hou Lü Buwei to pick up Zhao Zheng to return to China, and he planned to redeem it with a lot of money, but he was helplessly opened by the lion of King Zhao, so he could only stay in the post station.

Hu Feng's wine shop is charming, and he is also good at wine and meat, and he will lose the ransom in a few days.

Just when he was about to lose his head, he suddenly heard the news that the prince's political leaders were persecuted, and he wanted him to wait outside the palace.

No one is the one who passed the message, and Fan Yubao could only seize this opportunity, but he didn't think it was true.

This time the escape was hasty, and he led a group of dead soldiers not only to fight, but also to avoid routes.

Falling asleep is a gentle effort to put your eyelids together, and you have to continue to die in the blink of an eye.

The fatigue of many days made Fan Yuzhi's eyes sunken, and his bulging eyes contained indifference and cruelty.

He twitched his cheeks, bringing the scar of half of his face, and he pointed the finger at the white peach protected by Zhao Zheng: "If you want to see your father who ascended the throne and enjoy the endless glory and wealth, give her to me." ”