Wei Du didn't expect that his master would ask him to answer this question, he saw that his father and master were looking at him, twisted his eyebrows and thought for a while, and finally clapped his palms with joy and shouted: "I understand, it's because of the retreat, we have no retreat, and the princes of the world have no retreat."

South Korea, the hidden valley, the place where weapons are forged, at this time it is in full swing, Han Geng, the king of Han, is striking iron, and every hammer on the new sword he is forging will smash sparks.

Because Han Geng is a weapon fetish, the so-called upward and downward effect, so over the years, South Korea's weapon forging process has developed by leaps and bounds, and to a certain extent, it has almost stood shoulder to shoulder with the Qi State of the Golden Finger Xia Lu Di, especially at the level of new swords and bows and crossbows.

"My king, the State of Qi has made a war against the State of Song"

The South Korean minister hurriedly ran to Han Geng's side, sweating profusely, and shouted.

When Han Geng heard the words of the Prime Minister, the heavy hammer he raised stagnated slightly in the air, and then with a bang, the hammer smashed the new sword, and sparks flew everywhere: "Return to the national capital!" ”

"Yui"

Zhao State, the capital of Jinyang City, the palace is brilliantly lit, and there are bursts of roaring sound in the palace.

"Zhao Jia, who gave you the guts to kill Huan'er?"

Boom!

The heavy book slammed directly on the forehead of the young man kneeling at His Highness.

The young man was bleeding from his forehead in an instant.

But Zhao Wuxian, who was sitting on the throne, had no mercy, all he had was anger.

"Father, I, Zhao Jia, are your own son, don't you believe in your own son, but in your nephew's son?"

"Father, I am your son, my own son!"

The young man who was called Zhao Jia by Zhao Wuxian had red eyes and looked at Zhao Wuxian on the throne.

When Zhao Wuxian heard Zhao Jia's words, he was about to smash Zhao Jia's book, but he fell to the ground with a bang.

The silence in the hall was aloud.

"Jia'er, why doesn't my father know how to comb near and far? But, ......"

After not knowing how long he was silent, Zhao Wuxian sighed, he walked up to Zhao Jia, squatted down, and took out a brocade handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe the blood from his forehead for his beloved son Zhao Jia.

"Jia'er, you know that the reason why my father is here today is entirely because of luck"

"It was because of Brother Bolu's accident, because of the difficult situation at home and abroad, in order to provoke the Liang of our Zhao family, so the Zhao family's clan put this burden on my father."

"Father will not forget"

"You can't forget, remember, you can't forget"

"Originally, in the battle of Zhongshan Kingdom, my father planned to let Zhou Er make a contribution, and then let him become the crown prince, so that after my father's death, the rights of the country would return to the hands of my brother's family."

"It's just that God is jealous of talents, Qi people are cruel, they killed Zhou'er"

"So my father had to put his last hope on Zhou'er's son, Huan'er"

"But today, Huan'er was assassinated, can you understand my father's pain?"

"Jia'er, you promised your father not to fight for this position again, okay?"

Zhao Wuxian said this, his eyes were full of tears, and he looked at Zhao Jia with a blank eye.

Zhao Jia looked at Zhao Wuxian's sideburns dyed white, and his heart was sour, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Father, it seems that you still don't believe that the child didn't send someone to assassinate Huan'er?" ”

"In this case, the child can only prove his innocence by death"

With that, Zhao Jia pulled out the sword on Zhao Wuxian's waist and cut it into his abdomen.

Zhao Wuxian was shocked, hurriedly snatched the sword, and scolded with red eyes: "Jia'er, why are you doing this? ”

Zhao Jia cried: "My father doesn't believe in his son, what is the son doing if he is still alive?" ”

Zhao Wuxian looked at Zhao Jia, who was crying hysterically, and finally took a deep breath, helped Zhao Jia up, and said: "Jia'er, don't blame your father for being verbose, but you must remember: we are just in charge of Zhao Guo on behalf of my brother's family, and when Huan'er grows up, we will return the throne to my brother's family."

"Do you remember?"

After Zhao Wuxian finished the last sentence, he subconsciously pressed Zhao Jia's arm.

Zhao Jia listened to Zhao Wuxian's words with tears falling down, nodded non-stop, and whimpered in a voice: "My father has taught me since I was a child, how can the child not know? The child will not forget, this Zhao country is the Zhao country of the eldest uncle's family, not ours, we are just in charge."

"Good, good, good"

Seeing Zhao Jia's words, Zhao Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, put a smile on his face, patted the back of Zhao Jia's hand, and comforted him a few more words before letting Zhao Jia retreat.

Zhao Jia left the palace, he turned his head to look at the palace that was high above, gritted his teeth and said: "Father, you didn't get the Zhao Kingdom by luck, nor did you give alms from anyone, you got it by your own efforts."

"So the child will definitely work hard and work hard to get the world of Zhao State"

"Whoever stands in my way, kill him, because only capable people live in Zhao Kingdom!"

"And the capable person of Zhao State, only me, Zhao Jia!"

"Zhao Huan, this time you were lucky to be rescued by the chivalrous Yu Rang, but next time, I'm afraid you won't have that chance"

Hum!

Zhao Jia muttered to himself, and was about to leave.

At this moment, a sentry held up a poster bag and shouted, "Eight hundred miles urgent!" ”

Zhao Jia's eyes narrowed, and when the sentry arrived, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The sentry rider knew Zhao Jia, and hurriedly jumped off the war horse and said: "Prince of the King, half a month ago, the State of Qi declared war on the State of Song."

Zhao Jia heard the sentry call him Wang Shizi, and he hated it in his heart, don't look at the difference between a word but a thousand miles away, he is the eldest son of Zhao Wuxian, according to common sense, it should be the prince, but because of the existence of the Bolu family, he, the crown prince, can only be the prince of the king, hateful!

Secretly hated in his heart, but he couldn't show it, Zhao Jia frowned deeply, took the bag of recruits, looked at it, his eyes flashed, and then said in a deep voice: "You follow me into the palace immediately."

"Yui"

Qin State, Qin-Wei Xihe Battle, Qin-Shu Qinling Battle, after the victory of Qin, moved the capital to Xianyang.

Outside Xianyang City, the hunting ground, the flag is displayed, and the iron rider flies.

A silver-haired old man sat in a wheelchair, his eyes vacantly looking at the iron rider who was galloping for sheepskin, his face full of yearning, although he couldn't see with his eyes, he still looked that way.

"Oh oh, long live the King!"

Cheers came from the Iron Horseman.

I saw that among the group of knights competing for sheepskins, a young man held the sheepskin in his forehand, and the knights were cheering beside him.

That young man is the current king of the Qin State, the Duke of Qin Li recorded in historical documents.

"Old lady, the king is really majestic"

A palace maid next to the silver-haired old man exclaimed when he saw that Qin Li Gonggong was so brave and full of stars.

The old lady naturally referred to the silver-haired old man in a wheelchair.

"Majestic? Hum! The majesty of Wu Luo is only the courage of a horseman, the courage of a short time"

"The real majesty is, 'Who will be better than me today?' capabilities! ”

"The king is still far from this point!"

The old lady poured cold water.