Zhao Weiwang in the Warring States Period

Lian Po's words are really not flattering. You must know that this general of Zhao State has always had a reputation of loving soldiers like sons, and his family has adopted many orphans of Zhao State soldiers. Therefore, Zhao Dan's words are indeed from the inner approval.

"Wu Ling King?" For some reason, when Lian Po mentioned this grandfather Zhao Dan, Zhao Dan's heart suddenly moved slightly, and something was touched.

While Zhao Dan taught the ministers a lesson, he looked around in the Young Eagle Camp. The camp was not big, so it was almost filled up soon.

Just when Zhao Dan was about to walk past an unremarkable tile-roofed house, Miao Xian, who had been following behind Zhao Dan, suddenly coughed a few times, as if he was choking.

It was at this moment that a baby's cry came from the tiled house.

Zhao Dan stopped and walked into the tile house.

This is a baby room. More than a dozen babies are lying on small couches, some are crying and some are already asleep. Two old women are walking back and forth in the room, hugging or patting the crying babies. babies.

Zhao Dan's entry obviously startled the two old women, and they hurriedly saluted Zhao Dan: "I have seen you, Your Majesty."

Zhao Dan walked up to an old woman, looked at the little baby in the old woman's arms, and asked, "What's the name of this child?"

The old woman panicked and said: "Hui, King Hui, this son's name is Zhao Zheng, his father was from Handan, and died in the Battle of Changping, and his mother hanged herself after hearing the news. He has no relatives and friends, only this son is left He was less than a year old and was sent here."

"Zhao Zheng." Zhao Dan nodded slightly, and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Come, let the widow hug this son."

Under the surprised eyes of the ministers, Zhao Dan took the baby named Zhao Zheng from the old woman's hand.

It's strange to say that the restless baby in the old woman's arms suddenly calmed down after entering Zhao Dan's arms, staring at Zhao Dan with a pair of big eyes with a bit of surprise and fear, and suddenly gurgled after a few seconds laughed.

Zhao Dan looked at the little Zhao Zheng in front of him, with a smile on his face, and handed the baby back to the old woman's arms: "Take good care of these children, don't neglect, otherwise, the widow will not be merciless!"

The two old women knelt down in panic and respectfully said, "No!"

Zhao Dan turned back and walked out of the tile-roofed house, and said to Miao Xian who had been by his side all the time: "Miao Qing, from tomorrow onwards, let the doctors in the palace come to station here, and they will be on duty every three months. I don't want any of them here. The child died because of illness, understand?"

Miao Xian respectfully agreed.

On the carriage back to Miyagi, the little princess Zhao Yi was obviously very excited and kept telling Zhao Dan about today's experience.

"Father, there are really many children!"

"Father, the children don't play with Yi'er, and when Yi'er goes to pull them, they run away!"

"Father, those children will still cry! Yi'er seems to have scared them."

Children get tired easily, so on the way back to Miyagi, little Zhao Yi fell asleep in Zhao Dan's arms.

Another half an hour later, Zhao Dan's car finally returned to the palace city.

Zhao Dan got down from the carriage, handed the sleeping Zhao Yi to the female officer who came up, and turned to look at Prince Zhao Heng behind him: "Heng'er, how do you feel about your trip to the Young Eagle Camp today?"

Although Zhao Heng was only a young man, he looked a little calm at the moment. He bowed to Zhao Dan and said, "Father, my son thinks that the Young Eagle Camp should be promoted throughout the country."

Zhao Dan smiled and said: "There is no need for that. The reason why I took you to the Young Eagle Camp today is to let you understand that soldiers are a major event for the country. Don't lightly use swords and soldiers, causing the people to suffer innocent disasters."

Zhao Heng nodded thoughtfully, and then suddenly said: "Father, now that the seven heroes are standing side by side, what should we do if my son does not move to fight, but another country brazenly invades?"

Zhao Dan laughed loudly, and patted Zhao Heng on the shoulder vigorously: "Don't use swords lightly, it's not that you can't use swords, do you understand? Also, when the widow handed Zhao Guo to you, there will be only one in this world." Zhao Guo is one country, and there is no such thing as another country!"

After a while, Zhao Dan returned to the Dragon Terrace.

Logically speaking, after returning, Zhao Dan should take advantage of the time to deal with government affairs, but for some reason, today Zhao Dan is a little restless and has no intention of dealing with government affairs at all.

"Wu Ling Wang, Wu Ling Wang" Zhao Dan frowned, unconsciously repeated the name of the "grandfather", and tapped his fingers on the table lightly.

After Lian Po inadvertently mentioned King Wu Ling today, Zhao Dan suddenly felt as if he had grasped something, as if it was some kind of inspiration, but he just couldn't figure out what it was.

After half an hour, Zhao Dan, who still got nothing, patted the table impatiently and called Miao Xian.

"The widow's decree goes to the historian and brings back the historical materials from the time of King Wu Ling!"

Soon, tens of catties of historical materials and bamboo slips were moved in front of Zhao Dan.

Zhao Dan kept picking up the bamboo slips and read them carefully, until night fell.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Dan suddenly slapped his thigh, put down a letter in his hand, and shouted: "Miao Qing, where is Miao Qing!"

Miao Xian soon appeared in front of Zhao Dan.

A moment later, Miao Xian hurried out of the palace gate again.

An hour later, Miao Xian appeared in front of Zhao Dan again, holding a silk book that had been stored for decades, and presented it to Zhao Dan respectfully.

"My lord, it should be this thing."

Almost impatiently, Zhao Dan snatched the silk book from Miao Xian's hand, opened it carefully and read it.

As he read, Zhao Dan's eyes gradually brightened.

"It turns out that this strategy to break the Qin Dynasty has been under the nose of the widow, but the widow doesn't know it!"

The more Zhao Dan thought about it, the more complacent he became, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Chapter 248 Le Jian, can you contact Zhao Guo? (first update)

The lower capital of Yan State, outside Wuyang City.

Solemn mourning music was played. Headed by King Yan, many ministers of Yan Kingdom stood in front of a tomb, each with more or less genuine or fake sadness in their expressions.

Cheng Anjun Gongsun Cao, who once supported the present king of Yan and was in charge of the state of Yan for more than ten years, finally left this world.

For the political arena of Yan State, the death of Gongsun Cao was undoubtedly a major earthquake.

Although Gongsun Cao committed the crime of killing the king, he also played a role in supporting the current King of Yan. During his tenure as the prime minister, the Yan State had not only won successive victories against Donghu and Jizi North Korea, but also had a victory over the people of Zhao State not long ago. Such a failure as the battle of generations that I got in my hand.

This is an old man with mixed reputations, and at the same time, an old man who can be called Yan Guoding Haishenzhen when he was alive.

After Gongsun, where will the situation of Yan State go?

No one knows.

King Yan stood quietly in front of the tomb, his whole body seemed to have turned into a statue.

Until the sun turned to the west, the autumn evening wind blew, making all the officials behind King Yan tremble, but King Yan didn't seem to notice it, and still stood there motionless.

There was a sound of footsteps, and the young Queen Yan stepped gracefully, came to King Yan's side and said softly, "My Majesty, please mourn. It's getting late, why don't you go back to the palace to rest."

Queen Yan's words made the officials of Yan Kingdom see hope, and they quickly echoed together.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Cheng An has gone, please mourn."

"Your Majesty needs to take care of himself."