"Hahaha, I finally have Lord Xinling here." Zhao Kuo said happily, and personally took all the civil and military officials of Zhao State out of the city to greet him.
"I've kept your Majesty waiting for a long time," Wei Wuji said, cupping his hands.
He felt a little bitter in his heart. There were still many things to deal with in Wei State, and he originally planned to come back to Zhao State after some time.
But the King of Wei somehow learned that Duan Qianzi was killed by himself, so he not only ordered his fief Xinling to be taken back, but also asked him to hand over his retainer Zhu Hai.
How could Wei Wuji agree? He quickly found the King of Wei and told him that Duan Ganzi was a spy sent by the Qin State.
But does King Wei care about Duan Qianzi's identity now?
no.
It was Wei Wuji who killed ministers without his permission, and the person he killed was the prime minister of a country.
If you can kill the prime minister today, you may kill him and usurp the throne tomorrow!
Father, like son.
Wei Wuji didn't understand it, but Hou Ying understood it and told him the truth.
In desperation, Wei Wuji could only rush to Zhao Kingdom with a group of followers.
"This must be Young Master Han Fei." Zhao Kuo looked at the young man next to Wei Wuji. He was wearing a star crown and a soap robe. He had a very majestic appearance, but there was a coldness about him.
"Han Fei pays homage to King Zhao." Han Fei bowed and looked at Zhao Kuo with bright eyes, as if he wanted to see something.
"I have been friends with the young master for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to meet each other. Today I finally got my wish." Zhao Kuo said very happily as if he did not see the coldness on Han Fei's body.
It is understandable that anyone would be unhappy if they were treated as a proton.
"Don't dare to take it seriously."
Han Fei said quickly, just think that what Zhao Kuo said was polite. After all, he is just in his prime. Not to mention in Zhao State, he is not famous even in South Korea. He is far from being compared with Zhao Kuo, who is already famous all over the world.
.
He did not dare to accept Zhao Kuo's praise.
"Young Master, if you have any needs in the Kingdom of Zhao from now on, you can tell me, and I will definitely satisfy you." Zhao Kuo said.
"Thank you, King Zhao." Han Fei said.
Zhao Kuo looked at the people behind Lord Xinling again. There were Zhu Hai who was about as tall as Yan Xiong, Hou Ying who stood at the front but was hidden among the crowd, and the boatman who often came to him to discuss material knowledge.
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Although it is not as exaggerated as the legendary three thousand guests, there are still hundreds of people, and these are just those who came to Zhao Kingdom with Wei Wuji.
If we were in the Wei State, three thousand guests would not be an imaginary number.
"I have met you all." Zhao Kuo bowed to the guests and bowed.
"Greetings to King Zhao." When all the guests saw that Zhao Kuo, as a soldier of a country, actually saluted them, they were immediately excited and hurriedly returned the salute.
In addition to the retainers, Wei Wuji also brought his wives, concubines, and children. Fortunately, the wily Lin Xiangru reminded Zhao Kuo to bring An Ning with him. Otherwise, Zhao Kuo would not be able to entertain Wei Wuji's wives, concubines, and now he only needs to leave them to An Ning.
good.
Wei Wuji's eldest son was named Wei Shen, and his second son was named Wei Shi. They were similar in age to Zhao Kuo. Although they were not as wise as their father, they were both outstanding among their peers.
After all, the growing environment is like this. As long as you are not deliberately ignorant, no matter how bad you are, you will be much better than most people.
It has been a very rare case since ancient times for a noble son to come from a poor family.
In fact, most of the noble sons are from the nobility.
In comparison, Han Fei brought few people with him, only one wife, one concubine, one coachman, and two retainers, all of whom were almost pushed aside by Wei Wuji's men.
Zhao Kuo welcomed everyone into the palace and held a banquet in honor of them all, including the guests.
Scholars in this era have more self-esteem than anything else.
If you feel that you are valued, you will die for your confidant. If you feel that you are insulted, you may commit suicide or defect to the enemy.
Zhao Kuo was not sure whether there were one or two great talents hidden here, so he directly used the highest standards and brought up the bronze cauldron. Everyone's banquet standards were the same as his own.
The group of people were immediately moved to an uproar, and they swore to die for King Zhao on the spot. You must know that the bells and cauldrons are the lifelong pursuit of many of them, and even in the Xinling Lord's Mansion, they were not treated with such courtesy.
As for the female volume, they were entertained by An Ning, Qing He and Wei in the back hall.
"My king plans to make Lord Xinling the prime minister of the State of Zhao. I wonder if Lord Xinling is willing to give in?" Zhao Kuo asked as the banquet came to an end.
Wei Wuji placed the tachyons in place, wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, then straightened his body, faced Zhao Kuo, and said seriously: "There is no precedent in the world where quality is the prime minister."
Since ancient times, protons have been protons. If they kill you if you are unhappy, your home country may not necessarily avenge you. How can you use protons from an enemy country to govern a country?
"Since there is no such thing, then I, Zhao Kuo, will be the first in the world to use quality as a prime minister. I wonder if Mr. Xinling is willing to join me?" Zhao Kuo stood up and raised his voice.
"Since the king is so proud, then the foreign minister... no... I will risk my life to accompany the king." Wei Wuji was stunned for a moment, then stood up, drank the wine in the glass, and said loudly.
He had always been suppressed and distrusted in Wei State. Now that he had just arrived in Zhao State, Zhao Kuo asked him to be the prime minister of Zhao State and gave him the greatest respect and trust.
Comparing the two, even Wei Wuji could not suppress his inner excitement.
"Master Han Fei, would you like to be the Handan Order of our Zhao State? You can ask your ministers for advice in your spare time. Our Zhao State has Xunzi who is well versed in Confucianism and Legalism. Yu Xinshan "Spring and Autumn", I hope you will be willing to be good at war, Gongzi Long
They are good at debating, and the other ministers also have their own strengths. Master Han Fei can ask them for advice at any time." Zhao Kuo turned to Han Fei again and said.
Han Fei was a little surprised. He originally thought that Zhao Kuo only invited Xinling Jun. After all, he had heard that the two had a good personal relationship, but he did not expect that Zhao Kuo would invite him.
To be honest, he had no feelings for the State of Zhao. Unlike Wei Wuji's mentality of leaving his father here, Han Fei loved South Korea very much and did not want to serve in other countries.
But one thing is the same between him and Wei Wuji, that is, they are not reused in their own country.
Over the years, he has seen South Korea getting weaker and weaker. He has written to the King of Han many times, but none of them have been used. He has even been reprimanded by the King of Han many times.
On the other hand, he also wanted to learn from great sages like Xunzi and Yu Xin. Such an opportunity would never come to him in Korea. All the so-called great sages in Korea could not compare to one Xunzi.
As for the identity of a proton, there is no chance for him to learn from the ministers of the State of Zhao.
After thinking for a moment, Han Fei leaned over and said, "I am not willing to be the Handan Order."
"Okay! Our Zhao country has gained two more talents today." Zhao Kuo raised his wine glass and said happily, "You guys, please drink this glass with me."
"Bah bang bang." After drinking all the wine in the glass, Zhao Kuo looked slightly tipsy and clapped his hands.
Soon, two guards came over carrying a plate each.
"This is the gift I have prepared for you two." Zhao Kuo took out the books on the plate and placed them solemnly in the hands of Wei Wuji and Han Fei.
"This is... a book!"
""tube"!"
"The Dharma Sutra!"
Wei Wuji and Han Fei looked at the thin paper books in their hands in shock, their palms trembling slightly, their faces full of disbelief.
The diners below also stood up. If their status and etiquette had not bound them, they would have rushed up and snatched the books from their hands.
Even Zhu Hai, who was drinking with Yanxiong, stood up and looked at the book in Wei Wuji's hand with red eyes.
"Ignore them, let's continue drinking. I was as excited as you when I saw the book for the first time, but later I realized that I couldn't read a single Chinese character, so what's the use of that thing." Yanxiong patted Zhu Hai on the back,
Make the sound of "dongdongdong".
Only Zhu Hai could withstand such filming, anyone else would have been hammered to death.
"Go, go, let's go." Zhu Hai pushed Yanxiong away and said impatiently, "You can't read, but I can."
"Pfft! What did you say? You can read!"
Yanxiong squirted out all his wine in one sip, feeling as if his worldview had collapsed. He was stunned in place, feeling betrayed by a good brother who had been a good friend for many years.
I always thought you were a reckless guy like me, and now you fucking tell me you can read?
