The moment Xinlingjun fell, the guests who were sitting beside him felt that their sky was about to collapse... The guests rushed up in fear and fear. They raised Xinlingjun, and they shouted and took Xinlingjun back to the mansion. Soon, the people who knew medical skills in the disciples had already started to get busy, taking Xinlingjun's pulse and checking his tongue again... They were busy for a long time before someone went to boil medicine.

Xinlingjun lay motionless on the bed, no longer vomiting blood, but he could not open his eyes, and his breathing was very weak. Fortunately, there were several people who knew medical skills among his disciples, and there were even two disciples from the medical school. They had been persuading Xinlingjun very early, hoping that he could drink less, preferably quit drinking and not touch the drink. This was the best, but how could they persuade Xinlingjun?

Since he returned to Wei State, he has been drinking more and more frequently than before. Basically, you can't see that he is awake, probably like Zhao Kuo, and he feels too much pain in his heart. He has to find something to prevent himself from thinking about it. Zhao Kuo chose to get busy and Wei Wuji chose to numb himself and let himself forget the pain. Such alcoholism has caused great harm to his body.

Those disciples who knew medical skills had a premonition that after Xinlingjun fell ill, they began to get busy. They first found a large amount of blood-enriching things, crushed them, and fed them little by little with hot water. Xinlingjun had no sense of consciousness and allowed the disciples to help him up and fed him these potions bit by bit. After two or three days, Xinlingjun still showed no sign of waking up.

In the courtyard of Xinlingjun, the guests knelt quietly here. They had been kneeling for three days, without eating or drinking, and even if they were kneeling here, no one could persuade these people. They put the short sword on their knees and looked ahead. Before Xinlingjun woke up, they would not get up. If Xinlingjun left, they would be willing to continue to follow Xinlingjun and reunite in another world.

The courtyard was filled with samurai kneeling, even those officials who wanted to visit Xinlingjun could not enter at all.

Sometimes, the disciples fainted due to insufficient physical strength. When they fell down, the doctors always came to pick them up helplessly. When Lian Po heard that Xinling Jun was seriously ill and came to visit him, he saw this scene. He saw the heroes kneeling in the courtyard. These heroes did not say a word and no longer had the freedom and freedom they were on weekdays. The swords on their knees were so dazzling.

Lian Po shook his head and walked quickly through them. The warriors did not stop them anymore. When Lian Po walked into the inner room, they happened to see a doctor supporting Wei Wuji and feeding him a little bit of medicine. Lian Po did not make a sound, but just sat aside. He looked at his friend, and his heart was full of heavy heart. He watched the doctor feed the medicine and helped Wei Wuji lie down. Lian Po then said, "Wei State, I can't be the only drunk man left... You are going to wake up."

He suddenly saw Wei Wuji's fingers move, Lian Po stood up suddenly and hurried to his side. He said again: "Wuji! You and Ma Fujun have a banquet! You haven't gone to find him yet! You are about to wake up. You are taking the army of Wei, I am taking the army of Zhao, we will fight to Xianyang, we will arrest Kuo and let him drink with us!!!"

Lian Po talked faster and faster, and Xinlingjun's brows slowly frowned. Lian Po saw him slowly opening his eyes, his eyes were covered with bloodshots. He looked at Lian Po and fell into a coma again. The doctors around him screamed and fed him medicine again. Lian Po did not leave again. He sat next to Xinlingjun, constantly talking to him, and talking about the jokes they had on weekdays.

He talked about Handan, talked about interesting things in the past, and talked about the battles he had made at the beginning.

On the fourth day, Xinling Jun finally opened his eyes, but he was very weak and could not speak. However, the guests who were kneeling in the courtyard finally settled down and they were scrambling to visit Xinling Jun. Speaking of which, Lian Po really envied Xinling Jun because his guests could do this for him, and Lian Po's own guests would not mention them!

After more than a week, Xinlingjun struggled to sit up and asked for alcohol. However, the guests did not dare to let him drink anymore. Xinlingjun's guests also started this day and did not drink wine. The strong smell of alcohol that had been floating on Xinlingjun's mansion finally dissipated. When the news about Xinlingjun spread, many people came to visit him one after another, including Long Yangjun.

After learning that Xinling Jun was seriously ill, the King of Wei was also shocked and hurriedly sent Long Yang Jun to visit him.

Seeing that Xinling Jun gradually improved a little, Long Yang Jun went back to report the situation with peace of mind.

However, the cold winter came soon. Xinlingjun did not take the cold winter seriously at all. He even dared to drink naked in winter. However, this time, for the weak Xinlingjun, the cold winter became a little cruel. The cold winter seemed to be retaliating against all the grievances he suffered in Xinlingjun on weekdays. Xinlingjun began to cough, have fever, and bleeding.

During this period, Lian Po was always by Xinlingjun's side.

"General Lian Po... I'm afraid I won't have the chance to drink with Ma Fujun again... If possible, please go to this bar for me..." Xinling Jun lay on the sickbed, looking at Lian Po beside him, he coughed violently, then raised his head and continued, "You shouldn't have wasted your time so much... You shouldn't be like me... I'm the young master of Wei State... I can't go to drink with him again... But you are different."

"You have fought for Zhao for your whole life and have repayed all the kindness Zhao has for you."

As Xinlingjun said, tears couldn't help but drip in the corner of his eyes. He said, "I really want to see... the world I'm talking about... the people of all countries are as close as brothers. The princes of Wei can also drink and have fun with the nobles of Qin... There is no war, no pain... Everyone sits together, no hatred for each other... There is nothing to consider... Cough cough cough..."

"I will never see that day...I hope you can see it with your own eyes...and tell me what kind of world it is..."

Lian Po was silent and didn't say anything.

Xinlingjun said again: "King Zhao and King Wei don't know how to use you... You have no chance to show your talents in these two countries... Hahaha... I can't persuade you either... I understand you... It's just a pity... We were born a little earlier..." Xinlingjun laughed and kept coughing.

Lian Po then said to Xinlingjun: "The King of Zhao sent an envoy to visit me with a pair of precious armor and four quick horses, hoping to get me back." Xinlingjun was stunned, and then asked with a smile: "Then how did you do it?"

"I ate a dou of rice and ten kilograms of meat in front of him, put on my armor and got on the horse, pulled out my strong bow, and shot through the log!" Lian Po said loudly.

Xinling Jun couldn't help but praise: "Okay, the general's courage is really rare... At your age, no one can support him, and it's difficult to walk, let alone wear armor and get on a horse... I have never heard of anyone as brave as you. It seems that you can return to Zhao State... It's good, it's good, but it's a pity that the two of us have never met on the battlefield, and we just want to decide the outcome."

Lian Po stroked his beard and said with a smile: "If we fight against me, if the soldiers we commanded are less than 250,000, I am afraid you will become my captive. If the soldiers who commanded are more than 250,000, I am not your opponent." Xinling Jun also laughed, he blinked his eyes and said: "That may not be, you have been defeated by Meng Ao, and I almost wiped out Meng Ao!"

"When I was fighting with Meng Ao, I had no food and supplies, and the soldiers were hungry, not to mention that Meng Ao's troops were twice as powerful as mine! And when you fought with him, the troops were strong and the troops were sufficient, and the troops were even better than him. Can this be the same??"

"I don't care about this. Anyway, I defeated Meng Ao, and you were defeated."

......

When the envoy returned to Handan, the King of Zhao hurriedly called the envoy to his side. During these days, the ministers led by Pang Gong kept persuading the King of Zhao and asked him to invite Lian Po back to Zhao. The King of Zhao went to ask Li Mu and Jianxinjun what they thought. The two of them also hoped that Lian Po could come back. Even Guo Kai smiled and said that he could send someone to comfort Lian Po and check his situation.

King Zhao was finally a little shaken and finally sent an envoy to Wei State to visit Lian Po.

If Lian Po can still be used, he will invite Lian Po back to Zhao State. If he is old and unable to use it, then forget it.

When the envoy sat in front of King Zhao, King Zhao asked with some anticipation: "How is General Lian Po's situation? Can he still lead the army to fight?" The envoy shook his head and sighed: "Although General Lian Po is old, he has a good appetite. However, he sat with me and went to pull the arrow three times in less than a meal." After hearing the envoy's report, the expectation on King Zhao's face disappeared.

He shook his head with some disgust and said, "It seems that General Lian Po is old and can no longer command the army to fight. Then forget it, you can go back." The envoy nodded and left the palace. As soon as the envoy walked out of the palace, he saw Guo Kai who was waiting for him outside the palace. When Guo Kai saw him coming out, he asked with a smile: "Have you asked?"

The messenger nodded and said seriously: "Yes, I'll press yours..."

"Ahem~~"

Guo Kai cleared his throat and then said, "Then go back."

The messenger knew it and bent over and bowed, then left here.

Guo Kai touched his injured eye socket. Lian Po's punch almost killed him, but he has not completely recovered. He sneered and whispered: "With me here, old thief, don't want to return to Handan again..."

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The cold winter continues, and time has come to the next year.

The King of Wei was sitting at the banquet, happily dancing with his ministers. The ministers around him couldn't help but applaud. They drank wine and ate meat in big mouthfuls to prove their appetite. There were musicians playing music, while the King of Wei was carrying the sword and performing with a smile. It has to be said that the King of Wei was also a master of swordsmanship. He only saw him moving back and forth, and the long sword in his hand kept dancing. The warrior standing in front of him was no match for him at all.

At this moment, Xinlingjun was standing in the courtyard, and the guests supported him from both sides. He looked at his guests and breathed hard. He said, "If I were gone, Ersanzi would not have to follow me. I would drink and wait for you to come with peace of mind. I would never urge you... Therefore, Ersanzi would agree to me and never hurt myself."

The guests knelt in front of Xinlingjun, but said nothing.

Xinlingjun asked, "Do you understand?"

The guests still didn't speak.

Xinlingjun sighed helplessly and asked, "Do you want me to leave with regret and pain?"

The guests then put the sword on their knees aside.

Xinlingjun nodded, and he smiled and said, "If I leave, there is no need to be sad or cry. Ersanzi sits in this courtyard and drink happily with me! I can smell the wine!" Xinlingjun said, and couldn't help laughing again. He licked his lips and said, "It's a pity that I can't drink anymore. They don't let me drink, hahaha, Ma Fujun still owe me a banquet..."

"In the future, if anyone sees Ma Fujun, remember to drink a cup with him for me!"

The King of Wei, who was dancing swords in the palace, suddenly felt a severe pain from his heart. At that moment, he threw down the sword in his hand, covered his chest in pain, and slowly sat on the ground. The ministers around him were panicked. Long Yangjun rushed out and helped the King of Wei. He ended the banquet and then took King of Wei back to the inner room to rest. The King of Wei was lying on the sickbed. He covered his heart and looked at Long Yangjun beside him, and said in panic: "My heart hurts so much... This is..."

Soon, the imperial physician also came here and began to help the King of Wei to treat it. Unfortunately, the imperial physician did not find any cause.

Next, King Wei's body deteriorated rapidly. In just a few days, he had experienced all the pain in the world. The constant pain in his chest made him roar and cry. Long Yangjun was always by his side, holding his hand tightly, and constantly comforting him. King Wei was getting worse day by day. After a while, he finally lay down weakly and didn't even have the strength to roar again.

King Wei turned his head and looked at Long Yangjun in tears.

He opened his mouth and whispered: "Xinling Jun...Xinling Jun..."

Long Yangjun approached him, wiped his tears, and asked, "Shangjun? What's wrong with Xinlingjun? Are you going to let Xinlingjun come here?"

The King of Wei blinked his eyes, then stammered: "Let Wuji... let Wuji... ascend the throne... Wuji is... to be the king... you protect... protect him... protect Wei..."

Long Yangjun shook his head and said tremblingly: "Shangjun, you will definitely get better, you will definitely get better. Don't say that, please don't say that."

At this moment, a warrior rushed into the hall. The warrior lowered his head and cried, "Report to the Lord, Xinlingjun died of illness... Xinlingjun died of illness."

At that moment, Long Yangjun was stunned. He saw that the King of Wei was trembling violently. He saw that the King of Wei's tears kept rolling. He struggled to get up, his hands were swaying randomly, trying to grab something. The King of Wei just cried, and tears kept falling. He opened his mouth wide. When Long Yangjun saw that he was calling his younger brother's name, Long Yangjun couldn't help crying and grabbed the King of Wei's hand.

Finally, the King of Wei stopped struggling.
Chapter completed!