"The historian's knife and pen should write the year, month and day, and the son's dynasty will not succeed, and he will be punished by someone."

"If you don't say your name, then the historian can only say that I died in the chaos. Historians will not write down your names, but your names can be remembered by future generations because of me. ”

Childe Chao is a little stubborn, and there is also some persistence under pride.

He can die, he can be killed, he can be dismembered, but at least he should die at the hands of some named person, because history is always like that.

He didn't like the rhetoric of the Mo family, and he didn't like to die at the hands of a group of nameless commoners, because then the historian's pen would write "Gongzi Dynasty was killed by the common people", which is about second only to the nest of the Marquis of Jin who fell into the dung pit and drowned.

He was also convinced that the person on the other side was at least a scholar, not a nameless scoundrel, and that if the other party had given his name, at least his death would have been the result of an ordinary rebellion.

History is always like this, a certain son rebels, someone kills or persists, as long as he dies at the hands of a person with a name and surname, the world will still be the same.

The best thing is the reward of Gongzi Zhang's feudal land, and a group of hooligans dispute over their meat, divide and invite rewards, and even fight.

But the other side listened to his words, as if he hadn't heard them, and still repeated the words that made him surrender.

Gongzi Chao seemed to understand, and sneered: "I know." You are afraid that you will be killed in the name of me, and someone will follow you and seek revenge. ”

The prisoner on the opposite side also sneered in his heart, and secretly said My father is not afraid of capturing the king of Chu and the king of Yue, you are just a son, and you are not afraid of capturing the prince, how can you be a child?

Even if he thought about it like this, he still clenched his teeth and didn't mention his name and surname - it's not that he doesn't want this matter to become a beautiful conversation between father and son, nor does he want it to become a legend praised by the people, but he just doesn't want Gongzi Chao to think like this before he dies, anyway, his exploits will be remembered.

This is his insult to the aristocracy, in his own way, in the way of the Mohists.

The death of the rebel nobleman should have been legendary and vigorous, but he was not accurate, that is, he wanted him to die with resentment and fear of the Mo family's morality.

After the opposite childe smiled, he found that the other side was still unmoved, and he still repeated the original sentence.

So he turned back to Che Zuo and the others: "Fix the carriage and send me back in full clothes." Tell Gongzizhang to bury me as a gift. ”

After a word, the horizontal sword killed himself.

Che Zuo was not shocked, just wept, then broke the bow, squatted down and repaired the damaged carriage with Che You, and after tidying up the clothes for Gongzichao, he put it on the carriage.

The prisoner and the others watched this scene silently from a distance until the carriage was repaired.

Che Zuo and the others did not choose to stay in the car, but followed the carriage and picked some mulberry hemp leaf stems on the side of the road and wrapped them around their bodies as mourning clothes.

…………

Zhao Du.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Exultation! ”

"In the first battle between Que and the Mo family, the rebel prince killed himself, and the rest of the nobles were either captured or committed suicide, and the big thing was decided!"

A eunuch couldn't hide his joy at getting the news, Zhao Houzhang heard this, just nodded, gave a slight reward, and then immersed himself in the previous worries.

The rebellion is over.

Wei retreated.

Zhongshan and Zhao reconciled.

His position as Zhao Hou was finally secured.

However, new problems arise.

The conditions that the Mo family wanted were bound to have a great impact on the future of the Zhao State.

Those people in Handan who are scattered, unkind, unjust, and unrighteous in seeking profit and virtue will inevitably be greatly detrimental to his monarchy.

Gong Zhonglian's last words before his death were to let him "not to be chaotic and not to enter the Central Plains", and also told him that the development direction of Zhao Guo was Zhongshan and Lin Hu, but now Zhao Guo can only choose Zhongshan.

Lin Hu Zhao Guo can fight.

But if the Mo family is entrenched there, he wants to fight, the price he pays is too great, and now he really can't fight, Zhao Guo has run out of oil.

Not only Zhao, but also Wei and Qi were also running out of oil, and it was impossible to start a large-scale war within a few years.

He had agreed to the conditions of the Mo family, but he didn't expect Wei to withdraw so quickly, he thought it would be an extremely difficult decisive battle, but he didn't want it to end in such a turbulent end.

I couldn't help but regret a little in my heart, I knew that this would be the result, so it was better not to agree.

But after thinking about it, even if you don't agree, Jiuyuan and other places in the clouds are not something that can be handled in the past few years.

sighed, and had no plan, so he could only ask someone to prepare first, and wait for everyone to return to the teacher for a banquet.

A month later, outside Zhongmu's palace, the prisoner was wearing a brand-new military uniform, looking at the magnificent Zhao Guo's palace with some curiosity, and there was no nervousness in his heart.

In his heart, he thought it was equal, so he felt equal, the palace that the common people thought was unfathomable, in his eyes, it was just a house built by silverfish with the blood and sweat of the people, he had many emotions, but there was no awe and nervousness.

After waiting for a long time, a eunuch shouted: "The prisoner has the merit of being the head of the rebellion, and he is allowed to enter the palace......"

After a few summonses, someone led him to the last seat, the last seat according to the original rules of the world.

With his status, he was absolutely not qualified to participate in such a banquet.

One is said that he has a humble status, and there is absolutely no prominent ancestor when he traces it up, and it was not until his predecessor that he got a surname.

Although the Zhao family is like that, the clan that only existed after Zhao was sealed by the father, but after all, it has become history at that time, and the Zhao family has also gone from being unknown to being a prince of a century-old family.

In addition, in the old military system, most of the people who made meritorious contributions in chariot battles were nobles, second, it was impossible to catch up with nobles even if they pursued apprentices, and third, apprentices were not organized, and once they were not led by nobles, it was difficult to form an army, so almost no common people obtained such merits.

He knelt in front of the desk, a little unaccustomed, his home had a simple wooden bench and table early on, that was Sishang's habit over the years, and it was also a result of the inheritance of many carpenters within the Mo family.

Before coming, someone approached him and asked him to pay attention to his words and deeds, not to be too arrogant, but to give Zhao Hou a little face, not to make too much trouble, after all, the population in the clouds is not yet full.

Feeling a slight numbness in his legs, he moved his ass quietly, feeling that his legs would have to be numb if he sat like this again.

The atmosphere of the banquet was a little cold and elegant, with drums and bamboos.

There were all kinds of tableware on the table, and most of the prisoners had never seen them.

He didn't know how to cut meat with a knife, how to use a fork, when to use chopsticks, when to use sauce, and what sauce to dip in meat.

Zhao Hou quietly looked at the last prisoner on the opposite side, who was restless, holding a chopstick in his hand and a little at a loss, and said with a secret smile in his heart: "A slut is a slut, and he doesn't understand etiquette." ”

Although he was disdainful in his heart, he said: "The Mo family has its own rules, which is different from Zhuxia, and it is ...... by itself."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Hu Feizi got up and said, "The prince's words are wrong. The Mo family has its own rules, which are different from the nobles, how can it be said that they are different from Zhuxia? Could it be that those people with short brown bottoms are not the people of Zhuxia? ”

Although the banquet is to celebrate, there are also historians present, and some of the principles involved in the words are not a light and unintentional words that can be passed.

Zhao Houzhang was speechless for a while, but fortunately, the ministers around him laughed and said: "This is a banquet, although Hu Feizi and Qu Jiangzi are both there, but they are not fighting for 'bravery' together." ”

He was using the story of Hu Feizi and Qu Jiang arguing about what is "brave" to ease the atmosphere, saying that this was a banquet and there was no need to argue about morality.

A group of people hid haha, even if they covered up, and the prisoner pouted.

In Zhao Houzhang's opinion, he seemed to be nervous and ashamed, and he felt that he had never seen a big scene.

In fact, he was just thinking about how to put this meat on the chopsticks.

He is also not used to hearing the sound of silk and bamboo drum music, he believes that those who specialize in music must have a very high level, but he is used to listening to folk slang music, and he really can't appreciate it.

After eating for a while, he heard someone mention his name, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Zhao Hou who was talking.

"In the past, Bi Wan, Pifu also, the seven battles were to become Shangqing, and there was the foundation of Wei. You have done this great thing, and you deserve a fief. ”

"I know the rules of the Mo family, merit is not fiefdom, but merit is not rewarded, but it is not good. Didn't your son Mozi also say that merit must be rewarded, mistakes must be punished, and the country can be prosperous. ”

"You have made meritorious contributions for me, the rules of the Mo family do not reward the fief, I will reward you with the body of Zhao Hou for fifty miles of fiefdom."

Shu was stunned, someone had talked to him about the possibilities at the banquet before he came, but no one thought that Zhao Hou would say that.

At this time, everyone present was watching him, both from the Zhao State and the Mo family.

Hu Feizi, Qu Jiang and the others were inconvenient to speak at this time, so Shu Zhuqi got up and said, "I am the ink master." ”

Zhao Houzhang laughed and said, "I know. The Mo family has the reward of the Mo family, and I have my reward, which is not the same thing. If meritorious service is not rewarded, how will the people of the world look at me? ”

Shu Prisoner shook his head and said, "I'm the Ink Master." In the righteousness of the Mo family, the land belongs to the people of the world. How can you reward me with what you don't have? ”

"If I accept your fief, then it proves that I have betrayed the righteousness of the Mo family. Is it okay to give up righteousness for the sake of fifty miles? ”

"My righteousness is priceless, therefore it cannot be sold. And what you give me is not yours, this is tantamount to rewarding me with someone else's things, which is probably more shameful than not rewarding, right? ”

In just one sentence, the entire hall was silent for a while, and Zhao Hou's face was slightly ugly.

Zhao Hou just made a temporary move, wanting to tease these people of the Mo family and make the people of the Mo family a little ugly, he didn't expect this person to accept it, he just wanted to see the scene where Hu Feizi and Qu Jiang who had just scolded him came forward to stop it.

But he didn't want the other side to directly kick the problem into a moral dispute, and the scene was suddenly extremely embarrassing.