The old Zheng Shenggong screamed and died on the spot.

Soon, the crown prince Ji Yi, with the assistance of Qi Mu, ascended the throne and became the king, and Ji Yi was the Zheng Aigong in ancient documents.

Zheng Aigong looked at the body of his father lying in the coffin, he sighed and said, "Yes!" ”

The news of Zheng Guo's death spread all over the world, and the world was in a bang, but the performance of various countries was different.

Qi State, Lu Di, because his main energy is on the destruction of Zhongshan, so he didn't care, but just ordered Zhenxi General Guofan to guard against the division of Zheng by other countries.

Zheng's neighbors, Korea, Wei, and Song, were different.

After these three countries saw that Qi Guo had received huge benefits from Zheng Guo with just one mouth, their eyes suddenly turned red, which coincided with the death of Zheng Shenggong and the news of Zheng Guo's political turmoil, so the three countries immediately took measures to prepare to carve up Zheng Guo.

Of course, the Song State is different from the Wei State of Korea, the reason why he wants to participate in this war is not only to covet the land of Zheng State, but also to use this opportunity to take out some powerful ministers and promote some nobles who support Qi as the crown prince.

Wei State, Korea, and Song State divided the interests of the tired Zheng State, and how Guo Fan participated in this unjust war to seek benefits for the Qi State, not to mention for the time being, but it is said that Lü Di led an army of 80,000 along the ancient Yellow River all the way east to the north, and finally came to the border of Zhongshan State, and joined the 20,000 army of the great general Sun Wu.

In the king's tent, everyone greeted the past, and after a glass of wine, Lu Di asked Sun Wu about the latest battle situation, and Sun Wu explained them one by one.

Lu Di bowed his head, and said in his heart that it seemed that he still underestimated the determination of Zhongshan to resist, and of course he admired the talent of Chizhang Manzhi, the prime minister of Zhongshan State.

Now although Zhongshan has been beaten by the powerful Zhao State, only three cities have been left, and these three cities have been besieged by the Zhao army for nearly three months, but even so, Zhongshan still did not give in.

It still stands tall. Just like the ancient Wuyue Feng in Zhongshan Kingdom, he was unconvinced and tenacious.

It's just that if it continues like this, it will be a matter of time before the three cities are broken, and once the three cities are broken, Zhongshan Kingdom will really be annexed by Zhao State, and it will be too late for Qi State to do it again.

Lu Di thought about it, and immediately ordered Zuo Qiu Ming to draft an edict to announce that Qi would send troops to intervene in the war between Zhao and Zhongshan in response to the secret agreement between Zhongshan and Qi in that year.

After the edict of King Zuo Qiu Ming was drafted, Lu Di looked at it and had no objection, picked up the Heshi Bi, and covered it.

Looking at the crimson "Ordered by the sky, both longevity and Yongchang" several ancient seal characters, Lu Di was very satisfied. At first, when he got this Heshi Bi from the hands of the Jingshan Plum Planters, there were no words on the Heshi Bi, and Lu Di wanted to take the Heshi Bi as his heirloom jade seal, so he naturally had to conform to the fate of the Heshi Bi and engrave these words, but the fate still changed, at least the fate of the words on the Heshi Bi changed.

She is no longer Li Si's engraved pen, but his Lu Di.

Lu Di sealed the royal edict and handed it to the living room, who respectfully accepted it and withdrew from the king's tent.

Zhao State, Zhao army camp.

Zhao Wuxian was dressed in a military uniform, heroic, he looked down at the cowhide map on the desk, and he was silent for a long time.

This war between the State of Zhao and the State of Zhongshan lasted for a long time, and it had exceeded his expectations, and in his calculations, the State of Zhao sent 150,000 troops, and within a year, oh no, at most a year could solve the State of Zhongshan.

But he never thought that the Di people of Zhongshan Kingdom would resist so tenaciously, it was simply to build a growth city with flesh and blood and fight with the Zhao army!

Zhao Wuxian's forehead had three pimples, although he was almost at the age of standing, but it still grew, and the pimples were the size of a grain of rice, obviously not light.

He pinched the pimples on his forehead, trying to squeeze out the hard things in the pimples, just like squeezing out the last three cities of Zhongshan Kingdom.

It's just too difficult, his forehead has been squeezed red by him, and even the wound of the pimple has begun to explode blood, but the hard thing in it just can't come out.

Zhao Wuxian's left hand on the desk gradually tightened, and the cowhide map began to wrinkle.

He was anxious not because he couldn't destroy Zhongshan, but because he got the news that the Qi State had been pulled out of the quagmire of war in Chu Yue, and it was said that the main force of Lu Di's army had gone north, and it might appear in front of him soon.

So the war must end as soon as possible, otherwise all his previous efforts will be in vain.

"Damn!" Zhao Wuxian suddenly slammed his fist on the desk, then stood up and kicked over.

The movement in the tent soon caused the guards to wake up, and immediately a group of soldiers with sharp weapons in their hands eagerly walked in, and when they saw that there were no two people in the king's tent, they shouted in confusion: "My king."

Zhao Wuxian let out a long breath when he saw the soldiers coming in, he only realized that he had lost his temper at this time, he touched the handkerchief that his father gave him on his chest, calmed his mood better, and finally let the soldiers withdraw from the tent.

The soldier was suspicious, but he didn't dare to ask more, just clenched his fists and shouted Wei, and retreated and left the king's tent.

In the middle of the night, when the candles were still shining in the king's tent, an old scribe walked slowly, like a crawling turtle, and approached the king's tent.

When the soldiers on the night vigil saw the old scribe, who seemed to be slow to move half a beat, none of them sneered, but on the contrary, they all stood in awe.

The old scribe's name is Dong Anyu, and now the first Zhengqing of the king.

The soldier hurriedly opened the tent curtain, and Dong Anyu approached the king's tent, only then did he seem to react, turning his head and smiling at the tent guard.

When the tent guards saw this, they immediately looked glorious as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, their faces flushed, their eyes shining, and their chests were straight.

"My king, haven't slept yet?" Dong Anyu saw the back of Zhao Wuxian in the king's tent, and said lovingly.

When he unexpectedly discovered that the Zhao family still had Zhao Wuxian, an existence beyond heaven and earth, he was overjoyed, and vigorously encouraged the head of the family, Zhao Ying, to establish Wuxian as the son, for which he offended almost the entire Zhao family, but he did not regret it, because Zhao Wuxian's growth let him know that his choice back then was not wrong.

Like a father, like a master, like a mother, like a brother, he took care of Zhao Wuxian and taught him his own skills, he did not fail himself, whether it was in the division of the three families, or in the pacification of the Zhao family's civil strife, he showed outstanding talent.

Now that he has become the king, he has become the leader of a country, he has destroyed the Dai country, and he is about to destroy the Zhongshan country, and what is even more angry is the Beihu that the Zhao family has always feared.

Such a king, he assists, is proud; Such a disciple junior, he takes care of the big, proud!