"Father...."

Ji Chong knelt under the bed, covered his face and cried, but the ministers of Yan State leaned over and stood behind him.

Even in the inner room, you can hear the roar of the wind roaring outside the house. King Yan was lying flat on the bed, around him, several big witches holding torches and wearing masks, singing and dancing around him. Their posture was strange and the singing was even weird. A big witch was waving the instrument that Ji Chong could not recognize in front of King Yan, and almost hit the King Yan in the face.

"Out...out!!" The King of Yan was very unstable. He wanted to yell out something, his chest was falling, but Ji Chong understood his father's thoughts. He immediately stood up and let the witches leave. The King of Yan looked at his son in front of him, but there was only a deep worry in his eyes. Ji Chong had already cried into tears, and all the ministers were moved. The King of Yan opened his mouth and muttered something. Ji Chong hurriedly attached to listen.

"Chang...City...Chang..."

Ji Chong asked, "Did my father want me to build the Great Wall?"

King Yan blinked, looked straight at his son, stared at him for a moment, his head tilted, and he had no rest.

The fourteenth year of King Yan just ended. When he was about to enter the fifteenth year, King Yan bid farewell to this world. Because of his long-term alcoholism and obsession with women, King Yan's health was getting worse day by day, and in the end, he still couldn't survive this cold winter. This King Yan, who wanted to be a ranger since childhood, was full of the temperament of a hero. He was not very concerned about the affairs of the temple and would obey the ministers' advice from all walks of life.

Speaking of which, he was not a mediocre king. Although he was drunk and lustful, he never caused trouble. He just enjoyed himself, handed over the affairs of the country to capable people to deal with, governed the country with chestnut belly, and fought against the enemy with joy. When he was the king, Yan State opened its territory and expanded its territory almost doubled, the country's food was sufficient, and household registration increased sharply.

When King Yan said that he was not the heir to the royal family, he never thought that he could become King Yan. He was fond of martial arts since he was a child, and often gathered with evil young men in the country and drove to hunt in chariots. This was his biggest hobby. As for being a king, it was not what he wanted. However, King Hui, who had been before him, replaced Le Yi with a cavalry and forced Le Yi away. Because of the great defeat in the war, he sent someone to apologize to Le Yi. Le Yi's "Letter to King Yan" made King Hui lose all his face.

The Yan people respected and loved Le Yi very much, and naturally they were particularly dissatisfied with the king who forced Le Yi away. So, one autumn in the seventh year of King Hui (272 BC), the prime minister Gongsun Cao quarreled with King Hui in the palace. Because he felt that he had been insulted, Gongsun Cao killed King Hui with one sword. This caused a chaos in the capital, and the royal family attacked Gongsun Cao. The two sides fought and Gongsun Cao won a great victory.

Maybe because countries were preparing to attack, or maybe Gongsun Cao really didn't want to be the King of Yan, he was going to support a royal family, but he was embarrassed to find that all the royal family members seemed to be dead... At this time, a royal family member who had just been hunting outside returned to the capital... So, he became the King of Yan. King of Yan was very confused. Why did he become the king after he went to hunt a prey himself??

All countries were very dissatisfied with Gongsun Cao's behavior. Chu State intended to form an alliance to attack Yan State, and Gongsun Cao, who killed the monarch, committed suicide.

So, the young ranger who just wanted to go hunting with his friends became the king of Yan State.

When King Yan left this world, he was very calm, without anger, nor did he cry and wail. He just told his son to keep the funeral simple and use the crossbow he used when he was young and the chariot he rode to bury him.

Seeing the heart-wrenching crying, finally bleeding, the new king fainted in front of his father's bed, the ministers of Yan State were frightened.

...........

The news of King Yan's death reached nearby countries. When the King of Zhao heard this, he sighed. Since the King of Yan ascended the throne, the relationship between Zhao and Yan has reached a freezing point. King Zhao also hated him very much. However, now that King Yan is dead, King Zhao is not happy. He does not have the kind of happiness after the enemy dies. He still sent someone to Yan to mourn to express Zhao's respect for King Yan.

In the Mafu Township, Zhao Kuo sat in the courtyard and was teaching for his disciples. Because the climate became colder, he could only teach in the courtyard and did not dare to go outside the township. When he talked about the King of Yan, Zhao Kuo said seriously: "The King of Yan once came to attack Zhao State, and I led the army to repel him. In this way, he should be my enemy, but I don't hate him."

"After the King of Yan ascended the throne, he established five counties including Shanggu, Yuyang, Youbeiping, Liaoxi, and Liaodong, and developed the Liaodong region to teach the Hu people here to learn the language customs of Yan State. This seems to be just a favorable thing for Yan State. In fact, his contribution lies in the future... The contribution lies in China..." Zhao Kuo said seriously. Who would have thought that the land opened by the King of Yan would even become the capital of China in the future?

This is also the reason why Zhao Kuo respects the people of this era. No matter what intentions they have, they did do something that will bring favor to future generations. Perhaps if the King of Yan does not open up, someone will open up, but the important thing is that he did it.

Zhao Kuo came from later generations. Whether it was the Zhao, Qin, or Chu, they were all Chinese, and they were all family members. Therefore, he also tried hard to popularize the ideas of the nation for his disciples. The ideas of the Chinese nation were not unique to him. Confucius said a long time ago that "Mini Guan Zhong, I was wearing a left-sided hair." Of course, not all barbarians were left-sided like Confucius said. In fact, Western Rong, Chu, and these barbarians were right-sided...

However, Confucius distinguishes races with etiquette or culture, which is certain. This is the idea that Zhao Kuo wants to promote now. He uses culture to determine races. Although the languages ​​and customs of each country are different, everyone is not a barbarian who can't communicate with meat and blood. Everyone respects sages such as Confucius, Mencius, Xun, Laozi and Zhuang, and has a unified view of the three views. Even the recognized barbarian of Chu State can also invite Xunzi to give lectures.

Will the barbarians outside the Liaodong of Yan State be so polite to Xunzi?

I'm afraid I won't just catch it and eat it.

When everyone heard what Zhao Kuo said about China and race, they were thinking. The reason why Ma Fujun was kind was because he regarded the people of the seven countries as the same race? They were both China. Zhao Kuo looked at their confused appearance and suddenly felt that he might have compiled a false history book to compile the origin history of the same ancestors for the countries. Anyway, the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties were blank... This should connect the connections between countries.

Thinking of this, Zhao Kuo regretted it. He should have studied hard when he was studying ethnology...

.........

Along the Ru River, there are people of Chu who are sweating everywhere within hundreds of miles.

The Chu people were tied together and could only hold tattered farm tools, or even dig with their hands. Around them, there were Qin people holding spears and powerful crossbows, and there were knights patrolling around them. This made the Chu people dare not have the idea of ​​escaping, and people could not escape. The Qin people were in charge, and one of them escaped in the same ranks, and the rest were executed... This made the Chu people start to help the Qin people supervise their own people.

The Qin people said: As long as the pit is dug, they will be let go.

I don’t know if the Chu people believed in their words or not, but they started digging harder, and some people even collapsed on the ground with exhaustion. However, when the Qin people’s strong crossbows aimed at them, they would still struggle to get up and continue to dig. On the shore of Rushui, many large pits appeared, which were very deep and could accommodate dozens of Chu soldiers. Bai Qi was sitting in the chariot at this moment, watching the Chu people dig holes quietly, and then lowered his head to continue looking at the bamboo slips.

Meng Wu was riding a horse and was patrolling here.

When the Chu people saw him, they immediately raised their heads, smiled flatteringly, and quickly accelerated the excavation speed, shouting in a broken Qin language: "Quick...it's been dug!" Some Chu people would look at Meng Wu in despair. These people seemed to have their souls removed, their eyes were dull and their eyes were empty. Only when the Qin people's whip fell on them would they hurriedly lower their heads and dig numbly.

As the big pit was digging deeper and deeper, some Chu people seemed to understand something. They cried loudly, and all their urination came out, knelt down and kowtowed at the surrounding Qin soldiers, crazy and begged them to spare their lives. However, facing such half-crazy Chu soldiers, the Qin people would usually kill them directly. Meng Wu rode a horse and looked at everything along the way, but his heart was a little heavy.

Meng Wu felt a little bored, as if someone had grabbed his neck. He pulled his collar and took a deep breath. Soon, after the inspection, he returned to Bai Qi. Bai Qi was still looking at the bamboo slips in his hand. Ironically, Wu Anjun was actually reading the horse costume book. During this period, Wu Anjun was very fascinated by the contents of the horse costume book. He kept writing all day long, and he became a little more comfortable.

"Cough...cough cough cough." Bai Qi started coughing violently.

Meng Wu sat aside, looking at the trembling Chu people, with a hint of unbearableness in his eyes. If he was on the battlefield, he would not be soft-hearted, but when facing these Chu people who had surrendered, he could not kill him... Besides, he would still send them away in such a cruel way... Meng Wu frowned, a little dazed.

"Have you dug deep enough?" Bai Qi suddenly asked.

"How deep should Wu'anjun...be?"

"You can just accommodate ten corpses." Bai Qi said calmly, Meng Wu's lips trembled, and he said, "That seems to be a little insufficient... Shouldn't you ask the king first about this?"

"I have sent someone to ask." Bai Qi said, and continued to look at the book with his head down. He sighed: "Ma Fujun is a talented person... I don't know if he has the chance to meet him..." Meng Wu glanced at him. If you meet Ma Fujun, Ma Fujun will definitely draw his sword to kill you. Of course, he dare not say this sentence. Bai Qi put down the bamboo slips, then stood up and walked towards the big pits.

Surrounded by the soldiers, he walked around the pit, poked his head out to look, nodded and said, "It's OK..."

"Report~~~" A scout rode a horse and rushed towards here. No one dared to stop him along the way. He got off the horse, and a soldier led his horse and checked his identity again, allowing him to approach Bai Qi. The scout walked to Bai Qi, took down a bundle of bamboo slips that were not open to Kaifeng, and said to Bai Qi: "Wu'anjun, this is the order of the king."

Bai Qi narrowed his eyes and reached out to take the bamboo slips.

.........

"Shangjun... Jingyang of Chu State sent someone, he wanted to borrow some food and grass from us... He was defeated by Bai Qi, and lost his food and supplies, and wanted to have a temporary rest in South Korea..." In the Xinzheng Palace, Zhang Ping reported seriously that Zhang Ping had sent troops to help Chu State, but after Chu State had the advantage, Zhang Ping withdrew to South Korea. Now that he thought about it, fortunately he withdrew at that time, otherwise, I was afraid that these ten thousand Koreans would not be enough for Bai Qi to get between his teeth.

King Han sat in the upper seat in a mysterious position. Listening to Zhang Ping's report, he nodded, "Well... that's it."

He then asked, "What should I do if I think I should do?"

Zhang Ping said seriously: "I heard that the kindness of giving a drop of water to a person who walked out of the desert is greater than the kindness of making a well for him on weekdays. Now that Chu is in trouble, it is like a traveler who just walked out of the desert. At this time, if we can help them, it will be the greatest favor to Chu..." King Han nodded, whispered, and asked, "What should we do if Bai Qi vented his anger for this?"

"Then we can only send people to Zhao and Wei for help. We will defend Xinzheng and wait for rescue."

The King of Han smiled and nodded and said, "Okay, let the Chu people rest in the city of South Korea as you said, and then send them some food, not too much, just let them return to Chendu..." Zhang Ping hurriedly leaned over and saluted. Since Ma Fujun came to South Korea, the King of Han no longer refused his proposal and handed over the affairs of the country to himself with confidence, which made Zhang Ping very pleased.

"By the way, I can hold a banquet in the palace. You can invite the general of Chu...what is the name?"

"Jingyang."

"Please come to the banquet."

"This... Shangjun, Chu State is facing a great disaster. Jingyang needs to reorganize his troops in time and rush to Chendu. He should not have time to come to the banquet."

"Um...", King Han nodded and said again, "Then forget it, there is no need to invite him." King Han paused and said with a smile: "Zhang Xiang, don't worry, if Bai Qi attacks South Korea, please inform me in time that I have a way to repel Bai Qi's 200,000 troops! I have already understood the way to deal with Qin after receiving the teachings of Ma Fujun."

Zhang Ping, who was not worried at first, became nervous now.

"What's the way to you?"

"Hahaha, you'll know then."

King Han said happily.

Zhang Ping trembled in fear.
Chapter completed!