Although Zhao Xin was polite in his expression, his tone was in a confrontation, and his meaning was very obvious, that was, he told Gongzi Cheng that he was just a vain position at Zuo Shi and had no right to ask about his reward.

"You..." Young Master Cheng was agitated by Zhao Xin and suddenly became furious. However, Zhao Xin said everything that was reasonable, but he had no way to refute it, so he had to point it at him angrily, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

Fei Yi, who was standing aside, knew it well. He was old and steadfast and did not want to cause trouble when his father returned to the court, so he stepped forward to smooth things over and said to Zhao Cheng. "Young Master, Zhao Xin's memorial was indeed sent to me, but the position of the Chief Commander was insignificant. I did not notify the young master, but I just took it as a checkpoint, which caused you misunderstanding."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Xin and his brows frowned slightly. The meaning in his eyes was self-evident, that is, let Zhao Xin stop when he sees it is good, and don’t be ignorant of advancing and retreating. However, Zhao Xin also knew the situation and just bowed his hands and retreated, and stopped talking.

The young master prejudice that Fei Yi seemed to belittle Zhao Xin to speak for him, and he felt better in his heart. He snorted and said no more.

Zhao He, who was immediately watching the two quarrel, was very interested. He felt a little disappointed when he saw that the two stopped arguing. He looked at Zhao Xin again and said with curiosity, "Are you Zhao Xin? I heard from my father's letter mention you, and he said you are smart and clever, saying that you are a rare pillar of my future Zhao."

Zhao Xin was moved in his heart, and he smiled and bowed, saying, "The king praised it, but the last general was just a little lucky. In addition, our Zhao cavalry was strong, so he was able to make meager military achievements."

Seeing that he was too old, he was not very good at his behavior, and he felt a sense of steadyness in the army. He couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart. He suddenly felt good in his heart, and said with a gentle smile. "My father rarely praised someone like this. If you can get him so appreciated, you must be a rare talent, so don't be polite."

Zhao Xin saw that although he was the king, he had no airs at all. He seemed to be a gentle person, and he felt a good impression in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, his ears suddenly stood up and he focused for a moment and suddenly said, "Master, the army of the Lord Father has arrived."

Seeing his strange behavior, Zhao He couldn't help but feel curious. He was about to ask, but he really heard the sound of horns in the distance. Large groups of cavalry surged out at the end of the horizon, like rolling dark clouds, and often he could not see the sight.

The ground was slightly shaken, and although tens of thousands of cavalry did not accelerate their charge, their momentum was still terrifying, like a surging tide, making people feel like a lonely boat in a storm. Those literati who were used to being pampered in Handan had ever seen such a horrifying aura, and under the pressure of the army, they were as quiet as a cicada. Even the royal city guards, who were also cavalry, stayed honestly, holding the horse reins tightly, and didn't even dare to make a sound, for fear of stimulating these murderous cavalrymen.

During the march at any time, the gap between these cavalry was very well-organized. Seeing that the King of Zhao was here, the general led the army ordered to stop advancing and form a formation. Then the front row of soldiers made way for a road, and dozens of cavalry rushed over. The first man was the master's father Zhao Yong.

Zhao He hurriedly ordered the coachman to stop, got out of the car and quickly met him. Zhao Yong also got off the horse, reached out and hugged Zhao He heavily, and laughed, "He'er, I haven't seen you for almost half a year, but you have grown a lot taller."

At this time, Young Master Cheng and others also came up and bowed and saluted. After the ministers finished saluting, it was the turn of the generals who followed Zhao Yong to salute Zhao He.

Zhao Xi, Han Sheng and others saluted each other, with a calm expression, but when it comes to Zhao Zhang, they looked a little strange.

Zhao Zhang slowly dismounted and walked to Zhao He. He looked a little hesitant when facing Zhao He's smile, but he still knelt down. Zhao He grabbed his thick arm and said happily, "Brother, you and my brothers don't need to be so polite. You and I are brothers first, and then the king and ministers."

Zhao Zhang's face was not moved at all, but he gently broke free from his hand and said lightly; "The king was joking, monarch and minister, father and son, brother, this is the ethical principle. I am Zhao's minister, how can I make an exception and abolish the ethics?"

After saying that, he did not give Zhao He a chance to speak. He just slowly leaned down and knelt down, lowered his head and said heavily; "Since Zhao Zhang, join the king."

The scene where the atmosphere was originally harmonious suddenly became stiff. Originally, Zhao Xi and the others paid a simple ceremony to kneel down on one knee, but Zhao Zhang did a great ceremony.

Zhao Zhang is twenty-six years old and has a very tall figure, almost exactly the same as his father when he was young, while Zhao He is only thirteen years old, with a thin and slender figure, and fair skin like a woman. Zhao Zhang kneels in front of him, making people feel so abrupt. Almost everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Zhang, with sympathy and mocking in his eyes.

Because if the identity of a man who did not kneel on the ground was too special, the deposed prince of the previous dynasty should have become the deposed prince of the King of Zhao.

At this moment, Zhao Yong's original smile suddenly frozen. He quietly looked at his two beloved sons without saying a word.

The elderly kneel in front of the young man, while the elder brother kneels in front of the younger brother. What a disharmonious scene.

It was supposed to be brothers, monarchs and subjects, but they became brothers, monarchs and subjects. All of this was caused by oneself.

It was him who deposed Zhao Zhang's position as crown prince for no reason, just because of his own whim. He also regretted and felt guilty about Zhao Zhang, so he always tried every means to compensate him, give him the best frame, the best sleeping and food, and all the specifications and treatments were no different from him.

Zhao Zhang seemed to have done a good job, and he always followed him to fight for hundreds of battles without complaints, and never made any requests. Over time, Zhao Yong confidently thought that Zhao Zhang no longer cared about the gains and losses of the throne and was willing to be a general, but now he realized that he still cared about it.

Zhao Zhang said nothing and did nothing, but was heartbroken with a silent protest. Zhao Yong then realized that he was really too biased, so biased that his beloved eldest son was almost in pain.

He loves Zhao He very much, but most of this love is because of his mother - the woman he can't forget in his life, the beloved woman who is comparable to his ambitions. And his love for Zhao Zhang seems much simpler. Zhao Zhang is his eldest son, and he has always brought him by his side to discipline himself, from learning to learning to toddler, from the fear of getting on the horse for the first time to now being on the battlefield, he has become a qualified general. It is no exaggeration to say that Zhao Zhang is continuing his own path and his ideals. He looks too much like himself, whether it is his appearance or temper.

Originally, he thought everything was under his control, including his two sons. However, Zhao Zhang used this silent behavior to protest his preference, which made him suddenly feel heartache.

Looking at Zhao Zhang's body kneeling on the ground and trembling slightly, Zhao Yong felt an unprecedented self-blame in his heart. He suddenly wanted to compensate his eldest son and tried his best to compensate him, so that he could understand that his father also loved him very much.

The Lord's Father's mind did not escape from a person's eyes. Behind the generals, Tian Buli lowered his head and carefully observed the change of the Lord's Father's expression. Seeing that he was shocked first, then suddenly realized, and finally felt guilty, Tian Buli couldn't help but sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not fighting is the best fight.

Lord Father, Lord Father, you will never be able to pass this level of your own in your life. You can be ruthless to everyone, and at the very end, you will never be ruthless to your loved ones.

It is an advantage for a man, but it is a fatal disadvantage for a mature king.

The most ruthless imperial family, power and throne are always the most intoxicating things in the world. When you control this supreme right and enjoy the satisfaction of sentient beings surrendering to your feet, what else will you not be able to bear?
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