After sending away the assassin who had begun to doubt his life, Zhao Kuo had time to sort things out.
In fact, this is not a bad thing. For a person who was paralyzed in a hospital bed due to high blood pressure at a young age and endured countless tortures, Zhao Kuo was very happy to have such a healthy body. Although this People's fate in the future may be miserable, but Zhao Kuo also has a way to deal with it. Wouldn't it be better if he didn't go to Changping? Let Lian Po continue to guard him. Even if he starves to death at home, he will never go to Changping. !
As long as he doesn't go to Changping, he can live his life comfortably by relying on the property left by his dead father Zhao She. Without the defeat of Changping, he might not have seen the demise of Zhao before his death. Naturally, Then he could enjoy his life in peace, Zhao Kuo thought, and the previous panic quickly dissipated, and he felt very happy in his heart.
Soon, the two guests came in. Zhao Kuo recognized these two people. They had followed Zhao Kuo for many years. The bearded one among them was called Di. He seemed to be from Linhu. He was not from the Central Plains. Four years ago, he came to the Kingdom of Zhao. He was hungry and cold. He was desperate and looked for help. Most of the nobles were unwilling to take in this foreign warrior. Only Zhao Kuo, who was only sixteen years old at the time, When he saw a guest coming, he danced with joy and kept him.
As a warrior, Di was very skilled in martial arts, surpassing the Zhao family. Although the Zhao family, including the maid, mistress, and another old retainer who was over fifty years old, there were only seven people. And the other one was He was a local Zhao man, he called him Lucky, but he was very unfortunate in his life. He lost his father and later his mother when he was young. He wandered around Handan. Later, he committed an offense and was almost beaten to death by several soldiers. Zhao Kuo saved his life, so he was So he stayed in the Zhao Mansion and became Zhao Kuo's guest. His martial arts skills were also good, and he was the second best martial artist in the Zhao Mansion after Di.
"Shaojun, Zhao Yiren has been sent away by us."
"He was deeply impressed by Shaojun's great virtue. When he walked out of the door, he was so excited that he even cried." Di said with a smile. Zhao Kuo smiled calmly. Di Fang then continued: "Shaojun, I used to be just I heard that there are many loyal people in Zhao State, but it is only today that I truly believe this. I admire you very much for Shaojun giving up the opportunity to gain military exploits because of his friends."
"I have always treated my friends like this." Zhao Kuo said, and hurriedly told the two of them: "Don't tell anyone what happened today."
Xing looked at Zhao Kuo with some doubts. Zhao Kuo usually longed for fame. If such a story spreads, it will definitely greatly increase Zhao Kuo's reputation in Zhao State. Why don't we let us tell it to the outside world?
Zhao Kuo did not explain anything. What he needs now is a low-key life. The lower-key the better. It is best that King Zhao does not know that he is such a big person. This is the best. Zhao Kuo lets the two of them leave, but he himself He began to walk in the courtyard of more than two thousand years ago, looking at the surrounding environment. Even after receiving Zhao Kuo's memory, he knew these places well, but he still wanted to take a look again.
The Zhao Mansion is relatively large, surrounded by low walls, leaving only the main door. After entering the door, there is a doghouse. In this era, it seems that most people like to raise dogs in the front yard, but the courtyard of his house is The kennel was empty. In Zhao Kuo's memory, they had raised a dog before. It was a hound and was his father Zhao She's favorite. However, after Zhao She passed away, the hound refused to eat or drink. , three days later, he also left with him.
There are some mulberry trees planted on both sides of the courtyard. This seems to be a normal thing at this time. There is a well in the south. Zhao Kuo went to the backyard. Here is the combination of the toilet and the pig house. The earliest green cycle.
While Zhao Kuo was enjoying visiting his mansion, Di and Xing started chatting in the front yard.
"Why don't you let us talk about this matter to others?" Xing asked with some doubts.
"You don't understand this? It will certainly be beneficial to Shaojun if this matter spreads. However, Ying Yi is a hostage of the Qin State and has come to assassinate Shaojun. Do you think other people will spare Ying Yi after hearing about this?" Human? Shaojun is willing to give up his reputation for the sake of his friends!" Di clenched his fists excitedly and said happily. Xing suddenly understood and nodded, and then said: "By the way, since Shaojun told me , you must not reveal this matter!"
Di looked at him angrily, "Who do you think I am? As a Linhu warrior, I keep my promise, how could I disobey Shaojun's instructions?!"
Xing sighed helplessly, and then said: "If it were for other things, maybe it would be okay, but you have such a mouth that you can't stop even when eating. If you were mute, I'm afraid Lord Pingyuan would pick you up." It’s a pity to entertain cattle and sheep in their mansion.” He shook his head, turned around and left. Only Di was left, muttering something angrily, and left here soon after.
Mafu is a small town in the northwest of Handan. It is also well-known in Zhao. The reason why it is famous is that the king here is the famous general Zhao She. Zhao She was named Mafujun, and the food is here. , after the death of Ma Fujun, Ma Fu's son Zhao Kuo became the feudal lord here. If it was during the Spring and Autumn Period, Zhao Kuo could also be regarded as a prince, owning a fief, and could appoint officials here and recruit troops.
It is a pity that this time is different from the past. The feudal king at this time does not have local administrative power, only the power to collect taxes. The officials here are appointed by King Zhao and will not obey Zhao Kuo. However, even so, the taxes collected here were enough for Zhao Kuo to live a good life without worrying about food and drink.
Under a big willow tree next to the road leading from Mafu to Handan, several red-faced men formed a circle. When the surrounding villagers saw them, they all shunned and did not want to be provoked. Most of these men were They are knights and retainers. They do not engage in farming and mulberry farming. They usually do nothing. Ordinary people dare not provoke them. Even officials do not dare to say anything. After all, many of them are diners of nobles in the country. Officials I don't dare to provoke him easily.
Among these rangers, there were two burly men who were fighting each other. Each of them grabbed their opponent's shoulders and kept fighting with each other. They were pacing back and forth, their bodies were red from holding back, and they kept roaring. The people around them were shouting. Several men clapped their hands and cheered from time to time. Among these people, Di was also looking at Jiao Dui eagerly. This was also his favorite activity. While watching, several friends around him started chatting.
"Second Son, I heard that Lord Pingyuan lived next to a lame man. Once, Lord Pingyuan's concubine saw the lame man walking and laughed at him loudly. The next day, the lame man came to Pingyuan. At your home, I told Mr. Pingyuan that I heard that the young master loves the corporal, so many guests came from thousands of miles to seek refuge with you, because you value the wise men more than your wives and concubines. Unfortunately, I have a foot disease, and your concubines saw it. But you laughed at me, I hope you can kill this concubine." A man told an anecdote, and several people around him listened attentively.
The nobles usually played six games, used pot throwing, or running dogs, and sang songs. They also had sports activities such as sword fighting, driving chariots, and tripod lifting. But people like Di could only play jiaodui and gather together on weekdays. Talking here and there. When Di heard the man's story, he smiled disdainfully. He had already heard seven or eight versions of this story.
"Later, Lord Pingyuan really killed his concubine!"
"Pingyuan Jun is such a lover."
"A man of true faith!" Several rangers around him couldn't help shouting.
Di snorted disdainfully, "Do you know what faith is?"
"Oh? Does Di know? You follow Ma Fuzi all day long. Ma Fuzi... is so young. What can you know if you follow Ma Fuzi?" The man who was interrupted by Di was a little uncomfortable. Yue, wanted to be sarcastic, but couldn't speak ill of his own lord, so he expressed his thoughts in a cryptic way. How can you know the integrity of following a yellow-haired kid?
Di immediately became angry, "Today..." He just started to speak, but stopped again, gritted his teeth and stopped talking.
Seeing him like this, the other people were even more curious. When did they see Di shut up? This guy could talk from morning to night as soon as he opened his mouth. Could something really happen? Several people hurriedly gathered around him. "Di, if you treat us as friends and trust us like close relatives, please tell us truthfully what happened."
Di looked at them, even the two horns were gathered around him at the moment. Di looked a little irritable and hesitated for a long time. It was really too fatal for him to keep these words in his heart and not say them out. He was serious. He said: "Then I will only tell you what happened, and you must promise me that you will never tell outsiders."
"We swear we will never."
"Okay!" Di Yixi started dancing happily. Di was spitting and excited. He even knocked down his friend to the ground when he talked about how he subdued the assassin. Recreating the scene for everyone, when he finished speaking, the rangers around him were so excited that they jumped up.
"Okay! What a great horseman!"
"We have been looking for a faithful family leader. We have wanted to seek refuge with Lord Pingyuan several times, but we did not expect that we are just like standing by the river longing for the distant stream! I am willing to join our Lord and become him. What do you think of the diners?"
