Mrs. Qin Xiangguo

035

The news that Prince Chunping Jun fled to Wei State finally reached King Zhao.

In the court hall, Zhao Wang held bamboo slips in his hands, his face was dark and ugly.

"Fleeing to Wei State?"

The room was full of civil servants and military generals, none of them dared to breathe.

Zhao Wangqi's lungs are about to explode!

The well-behaved prince, being a hostage in another country, just because he heard the rumor that his brother was going to kill him, he became afraid, abandoned his responsibility, and fled to other countries like a turtle?

Telling this matter is not just as simple as losing face to the royal family.

What if the unreasonable king of Qin blamed him, saying that the protégé of Zhao State belittled Qin State and did not take them seriously?It is justifiable to start a war on this!

Besides, the prince's duty is not only to be a hostage, he is also the prince of Zhao.

The next king of Zhao has gone to the state of Wei, what does this mean?

The more Zhao Wang thought about it, the more angry he became, and he threw the bamboo slips out of his hands.

"He fled to Wei State!"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out such a sentence: "If you run away, don't even think about coming back. This prince doesn't matter! Come and pass it on. From today onwards, the title of Marquis Chunping will be cut and he will be demoted to a commoner. He is not allowed to step into Zhao again!" Half a step inside the country!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Ting was shocked.

This is what it means to abolish the crown prince!

The ministers who did not dare to breathe loudly before spoke out one after another, and for a while, the court was as chaotic as a vegetable market.

"My lord, my lord must not!"

"The crown prince is not entirely responsible for the responsibility, the king can't be so arbitrary!"

"Your Majesty, please think twice!"

However, King Zhao made up his mind. He stood up directly, flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave without even talking to the officials.

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Hearing this news, Mr. Pingyuan, who had just vomited blood, forcibly ignored the dissuasion of several doctors, suppressed his headache, changed his clothes, and went straight to the palace.

As soon as he saw King Zhao, Mr. Pingyuan went straight to the point: "Your Majesty, the crown prince must not be abolished!"

King Zhao: "..."

King Zhao, who was still angry, softened somewhat when he saw Mr. Pingyuan coming in sick.

He waved his hand, and the attendant Zhiqu retreated. When there were only two people left in the bedroom, Zhao Wang said with a cold face: "Uncle, you don't need to say too much, I have already made up my mind."

Mr. Pingyuan took a deep breath.

After vomiting blood, he felt frequent headaches intensified, and even experienced nausea and blurred vision.

But at the critical moment, Mr. Pingyuan couldn't rest.

"Prince...Prince, he just listened to rumors." Lord Pingyuan persuaded: "In a panic, he made a wrong choice. The king should at least give the prince a chance to refute and explain in person."

"Humph."

If he didn't say that, King Zhao could still treat each other calmly. When he thought of the rumors, he didn't hide the disgust on his face: "Even a three-year-old baby knows that such inferior remarks cannot be true! My son is only 14 years old this year, how could he do something like assassinate his brother?"

The more he thought about it, Zhao Wang felt that the prince's actions became more and more unforgivable.

"Firstly, if he escapes like this regardless of the overall situation, if the Qin State blames him, he can take the responsibility? Second, he is suspicious and sensitive. If he becomes the king of Zhao later, I am afraid that he will do something to harm his brother! Just based on this , he is not worthy of being a prince!"

Mr. Pingyuan couldn't help rubbing his forehead which was in severe pain.

Zhao Wang's words were so eccentric to the horizon.If it were any other courtier, I'm afraid they would not dare to speak against King Zhao's will.

But Mr. Pingyuan, as the uncle of King Zhao today, is unwell, and he doesn't have the mood and energy to organize his words.

"Your Majesty." Lord Pingyuan took a deep breath: "Dare to ask Your Majesty, does Mr. Yan deserve to be the crown prince?"

"..."

Zhao Wang was silent for a while.

The two of them knew that such silence did not mean that King Zhao was speechless, but that Mr. Pingyuan had hit his heart.

Mr. Pingyuan sighed heavily.

Even if Qin State has fought against Zhao State for many years, Lord Pingyuan has never felt so tired when he survived from the Battle of Changping to the Battle of Handan.

In the early years, when Pingyuan Jun was young, the Zhao royal family experienced a change in the Dune Palace.The former Wuling King, the father of Lord Pingyuan, starved to death because of his elder brother.

Mr. Pingyuan is not afraid of foreign invasion or the Xiongnu cavalry, what he is afraid of is internal strife.

"Your Majesty, I understand." He said slowly.

King Zhao raised his head in astonishment: "Uncle——"

Usually the two get along alone, Lord Pingyuan never calls himself a "subject" in front of King Zhao.

However, Mr. Pingyuan just shook his head and continued talking.

"I know that the king likes son Yan more than the prince." Pingyuan Jun said in a serious tone: "It's normal for a father to love his younger son. But the king is the king of a country, and you prefer son Yan, so keep him by your side. , let him be domineering, and do evil in Handan. And Marquis Chunping, as the crown prince, was sent to Xianyang as a hostage, and he didn’t even send his own servants. If the king is the prince, what will the king think?"

When rumors arose in Handan City, Mr. Pingyuan vaguely felt that something bad was going to happen.

He gave an order to suppress the rumors in the city.But Mr. Pingyuan couldn't control the ones that went to Xianyang no matter how long his hands were.

For this reason, Mr. Pingyuan regretted that he was in a hurry at that time, and went directly to the post house to reprimand Young Master Yan.

If it hadn't been dealt with privately afterwards, the rumors might not have become so big.

"Your Majesty, the prince may have a stubborn personality and doesn't know how to adapt, so he won't please the elders and ministers. But he is the hostage of Qin, and he has made contributions to Zhao, and he has never made any mistakes before."

Mr. Pingyuan is also short-tempered. Today he really took his temper to explain in detail: "The prince is not around all the year round. It is a very sensitive matter. What does the prince think, what do the courtiers think, or even what other princes think? Do you see the king's attitude?"

King Zhao: "I didn't treat the prince badly."

Mr. Pingyuan: "But everyone in Handan knows that the king is more partial to son Yan than the prince! If the king's actions hadn't put the prince in crisis, why would the prince flee because of mere rumors?"

Zhao Wang finally calmed down his anger, and after hearing these words, he came back up again.

He blew his beard and stared: "He ran away, so it's my problem?!"

Lord Pingyuan: "..."

Anyway, it doesn't make sense, Mr. Pingyuan only feels that his headache is getting worse.

"Even if the king insists on blaming the crown prince, he should think about how the rumors spread. It cannot be said that Qin State contributed to the flames."

Mr. Pingyuan insisted: "What's more, son Yan privately meets knight-errants, so let's pass it to Xianyang. If it wasn't for son Yan who paid a lot of money to bribe the envoys and trouble the prince, how could there be such a trouble?"

"enough."

Zhao Wang made it clear that he had lost his patience.

His face was tense, and although he maintained a bright face, his tone was quite blunt.

"Uncle has been ill recently, so don't worry about it anymore, and concentrate on recuperating." Zhao Wang said in an orderly tone: "During this period, don't use it to go to court."

Mr. Pingyuan froze and looked at King Zhao in disbelief.

However, Zhao Wang looked away: "Come here, send Lord Pingyuan back to the mansion."

Until now, Mr. Pingyuan only felt a great sense of powerlessness sweeping through his whole body.

He worked hard for Zhao all his life. He never despaired when he heard that Bai Qi killed 40 Zhao soldiers, and never gave in when he ran around asking for help to break the siege of Handan.

Mr. Pingyuan never expected that what made him feel at a loss in the end was not the deterrence of Qin, nor the iron cavalry of the Huns.It's an issue of the crown prince that shouldn't have any mistakes or suspense.

It's too late to say anything now.

Zhao Wang's attitude only reveals one fact: he has had this idea for a long time, but today he just seized an excuse.

Mr. Pingyuan didn't say any more, he saluted deeply, endured the pain, and turned to leave.

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Mr. Pingyuan fell ill completely.

Zhao Wang also gave enough face and sent all the doctors in the palace.However, Mr. Pingyuan fell ill this time and lay in bed for several months.

Within a few months, earth-shaking changes have taken place in Zhao's home and abroad.

Due to King Zhao's resolute attitude, Marquis Chunping lost his position as prince, and at the same time was deprived of his title and demoted to a commoner.

Immediately afterwards, Qin State sent troops again, this time to conquer Wei State.

The use of new plows greatly increased the grain output of Qin State.The large amount of grain stored has brought about a chain of changes: enough grain and grass can support more troops and livestock.As a result, Qin's labor force and military strength have grown rapidly within a year, and even the precious heavy cavalry army with nearly a thousand members in the country has also doubled.

Under such circumstances, Wei Guo was overwhelmed by the beating.

In the 53rd year of King Qin Zhaoxiang, that is, in 254 BC, the 71-year-old King Yingji of Qin ushered in the first letter of surrender from the monarch.

Wei State officially became a subsidiary state of Qin State.

It was not until the war between Qin and Wei came to an end that Lord Pingyuan barely recovered from his severe illness.

As the weather got warmer, Mr. Pingyuan's body felt better.

When he was the most powerful before, it was even difficult for him to get out of bed, and he even needed the assistance of a waiter for meals and convenience.Now I can basically take care of myself, and occasionally get out of bed and walk around.

"Your Majesty."

After noon, the old housekeeper came over: "Mrs. Meng Wei came to visit and said she wanted to see Your Majesty."

Mr. Pingyuan said "hmm", "You came with Zhao Liang?"

The old housekeeper: "No, Mrs. Meng Wei came here by herself."

Mr. Pingyuan paused.

He squinted his eyes, and immediately understood that Zhao Weizhen had something to say.

Every time she has something to do, it won't be a good thing.

Before Mr. Pingyuan saw her, he felt a dull pain in his head.He rubbed his forehead habitually: "Call her in."

"Yes."

Not long after, Zhao Weizhen walked in.

This is not the first time she has visited Mr. Pingyuan after his illness, but the previous visits were all with her father.

Zhao Weizhen stepped over the threshold and saw Mr. Pingyuan sitting behind the long table, and couldn't help feeling a little complicated.

In just a few months, Mr. Pingyuan looked ten years older, and the domineering and uncompromising spirit before had almost lost most of it.

Once a person loses energy, he is doomed to grow old.

According to historical records, Lord Pingyuan now only has three years left to live.

"I have seen you, Your Majesty." Zhao Weizhen saluted respectfully.

"No." Mr. Pingyuan couldn't help but sneered: "I can't bear Mrs. Meng Wei's gift."

Zhao Weizhen closed his eyes.

She took a breath, then made up her mind, and when she opened her eyes again, her bright eyes flashed with determination.

Then Zhao Weizhen picked up the corner of his clothes, knelt down in front of Mr. Pingyuan, put his hands flat on his forehead, prostrated himself on the ground, and made a rather formal salute.

Lord Pingyuan: "..."

Now, Mr. Pingyuan is really starting to have a headache.

"Say what you have to say!" He reprimanded, "What is this for?"

"I beg your majesty to make a decision."

Zhao Weizhen got up, and said word by word: "Either kill the concubine with his own hands, or the concubine and my father will leave the country of Zhao in a few days!"