Wang Zhou is actually a warship. Although the wooden board is strong, it is really thin compared to the rammed earth walls of the palace. It has been October, and large swaths of ice appear in the river water in the morning. Wang Zhou is breaking the ice and moving forward. In this kind of weather, you will get sick if you are not careful. Not to mention the luxurious palace women like Lingzi, they are just overworked soldiers, and they will catch a cold if they don’t pay attention to keeping warm.

Linghui has been sick for a day or two. Now I tell you that the imperial physician of Zhao cannot be cured, so I can only ask for help from the Yin of Chu. As long as I go on the expedition, Feng Li will be with Xiong Jing. For the genius doctor of Chu, Feng Li, who can break the belly and replace the blood to prolong his life, Zhao Gong Ling naturally felt inferior to himself. What he didn't know was that Feng Li was proficient in surgery and had the highest internal medicine skills. If he looked at it carefully, Xiong Jing would be at least able to cure colds.

"Who is Empress Zhao? Do you drink ginger soup?" At noon, Wang Zhou gradually approached Rongkou where the river connects the Great Valley. Looking at Fengli who had returned from King Zhao, Xiong Jing couldn't help but ask.

"No improvement." Huanli's forehead wrinkles. Internal medicine is not a surgery department, so he, a miracle surgeon, was helpless.

"What should I do?" Xiong Jing also frowned. Zhao Qian was young, and the government of Zhao State was completely controlled by Linghui. If Linghui died, it would be very unfavorable to the newly moved Zhao State.

"The wind and cold have entered the body, the pulse is floating and tight, the hair is straight, the skin is closed and it becomes hot. Can the king have other plans?" asked Win Li.

"Ginger soup is ineffective?" Xiong Jing also asked. His method of treating colds is also very superficial, and it basically relies on self-healing. The soldiers can heal themselves with strong bodies. It is difficult for the imperial concubine like Lingshou, who has few exercises, to heal herself.

"It can indeed sweat, but..." Fengli shook his head. Although he didn't know how to cure the cold, his experience told him that if the situation did not improve for a few more days, Empress Dowager Zhao might die. A cold is not a minor illness, but a fatal major illness, and it will turn into a plague if you are not careful.

"Where did you go?" Xiong Jing did not answer, but only asked the Zhou official beside him.

"Report to the King, you are about to come to Rongkou." The boatman replied. Rongkou is very close to Daliang, and the gap is the entrance to Rongkou.

"Go to Rongze quickly!" Xiong Jing ordered. When Rongkou enters, Rongze is the southeast of Rongyang City. This is still the area of ​​Sanchuan County, Qin State, but the Rongze River is surrounded by the Qin River, so the Qin soldiers cannot come up.

Under the king's order, the boat team accelerated in vain and turned into Rongkou in less than an hour. In less than half an hour, they entered Rongze in less than half an hour. There was little water in autumn and winter, and half a water in Rongze. After determining a high ground, the servants rushed to set up tents and carried the spiritual sleeves up.

The boat cabin was only more stable when it was moved to land. When covering the bed, drinking ginger soup and drinking more water, all that could be done was this. The thirteen-year-old Zhao Qian was frightened by this situation and ran to Xiong Jing to cry. Xiong Jing had no choice but to comfort him. At sunset, a request from the black tent on the shore came from the black tent, and she wanted to see the King of Chu.

If a person is about to die, he will notice it. It is like after thirty years old, some people will suddenly realize that something is missing on themselves, and their physical condition is not as good as before. Xiong Jing, who heard the news, looked at Fengli, nodded and shook his head, and said, "I don't know."

"Empress Zhao is about to die, maybe yes, maybe yes..." According to the current situation of Zhao State, Linghui was obviously asking Xiong Jing to be orphan, and asked Xiong Jing to promise to help Zhao Qian restore the country in the future. Zhuang Wudi can only speculate in this way, which should be the most reasonable speculation.

Zhao State restored the country? Xiong Jing was confused. What Zhao State can really rely on to restore the country is Zhao State itself, and the force he can have is only Ying State. To be honest, Ying State is not as good as Yue State and Ruoao State. Its combat power mainly depends on training and weapons, not on its own barbaric courage.

The more complex the weapons and the more complicated the tactics, the higher the combat effectiveness of the Ying army. But if everyone only fights with bare hands, the combat effectiveness of the Ying army can only be considered medium in the Chu army. If the war is difficult for Zhao, the soldiers of the Ying army will definitely be resentful and stop fighting over the years. A group of small citizens are all smart people, which is really not as easy to deceive as the stupid people in the countryside.

Xiong Jingli, who was nervous, landed on the shore. After entering the tent, he saw Guo Kai, Zhaoying and other old ministers gathered in the outer tent. These people shook their heads, without any joy on their faces. Zhao Qian sat alone in the middle of the seat, constantly wiping tears. He seemed to be afraid of disturbing his mother, so he bit his sleeve and did not dare to speak. The eunuch ordered Miao Chang to come to Xiong Jing and said, "The Empress Dowager asks the King, please ask the King to enter the tent."

The outer tent is connected to the inner tent, but a lacquered screen stands at the door of the inner tent, making people unable to see the scene inside. Xiong Jing didn't know what Linghui was going to say when she was dying, and felt that it was inappropriate for men and women to be in the same room. He turned around and looked at the left and right Shi, and did not immediately enter Linghui's tent.

"Historical officials can also enter." The dialogue between kings must be recorded by historians, so Miao Chang asked the historians of Chu to enter. However, he said, "However, ask the historians to stand outside the curtain."

"Yes." Xiong Jing nodded. There was a thick dark curtain in front of the bed in the dormitory. The historian stood behind the scenes, only one or two meters away from the bed. He looked back at the right Shi Yixian, hoping that he would interrupt him when he could not get off the stage. Yixian saw his eyes and nodded slightly. Even if Xiong Jing didn't look at him like this, he would still speak out at the right time. Xiong Jing was young and had no experience in dealing with such things, and he would probably be blackmailed by the Zhao people.

"Please, the king." Miao Chang bowed and asked Xiong Jing to enter the tent. As soon as he walked into the tent, he felt a wave of heat. In order to sweat, the brazier was burned in the tent. The basin was burning several cases on Wang Zhou. In the flames, the palace maid of the temple was waiting for the room for worship. The imperial physician of Zhao State knelt in front of the couch, and a slender arm stretched out outside the couch, and the white wrist exposed was dazzlingly white. This was a pulse diagnosis.

"How?" Xiong Jing asked, his arm was put back into the bedclothes by a maid, and the curtain that blocked the light was also pulled up.

"The illness is already terminal." The Imperial Physician Ling shook his head repeatedly. He did not want to mention the condition. When he talked about this, he couldn't help but cry. After crying, he quickly held it back and said, "I am rude, I am rude, please atone for the sins."

"No sin." Xiong Jing waved his hand lightly. If Linghui died, Zhao Qian would be too young to control the government. Will Guo Kai be executed by Zhao Ying and others? It would be nothing to execute Guo Kai, but what about Zhao Qian? The lesson of Qi State is that power cannot be divided too much, too scattered, and internal control is not conducive to gathering strength.

There was Zhao Jia who fled to Daidi. Although he did not claim to be king, the newspaper showed that he and the Zhao clan who entered Daidi together launched a coup, expelling the Daidi county magistrate Zhao Mu from Daidi. Exit and killing are different. Exit is a gentle way, and gentle means being confident. Only for the most dangerous enemies can we use the method of eradicating the roots. This means that those who rescued Zhao Jia from Handan and the existing Daidi tribes completely controlled Daidi. It doesn't matter whether they kill Zhao Mu or not.

Zhao Jia controls Dai County and Shanggu County. Li Bo, the son of Li Mu, is in charge of Yan land. The combined military strength of the two has exceeded that of Handan. There are a large number of cavalry in the other two places, and the Zhao army in Handan does not have a built-in cavalry. If the two sides fight, Handan will undoubtedly lose.

The method of conferring Zhao Jia as King of Dai and Li Bo as King of Yan was not only thought of by Fox Ying, but Zhuang Wudi also mentioned this method. This is the best way to mobilize the force of the three places, but the premise is to subdue Handan and let Handan accept this method of disposal.

Linghui must have to ask for an orphan when she saw him, but the most reasonable way is to divide the State of Zhao three times. Whoever is the State of Zhao in the future depends on the intention of Chu. Xiong Jing's scalp was a little hard, and at this time Miao Chang said: "Report to the king, the empress dowager has woken up."

The spiritual squirrel woke up, but her eyes were still closed, only her pale lips were shaking. She struggled to say something, but she was not strong enough to hear the sound.

The bedding was tightly wrapped, her hair was draped on the pillow, sweat beads on her forehead and face were densely exposed, and her head and neck were wet. Compared with the spiritual sleeves with no makeup, the spiritual sleeves with no makeup were weaker. Her rosy lips were now pale. Fortunately, the sound she made was getting louder and louder, and Xiong Jing, who was standing near, heard her talking about pulp.

"Juice! Juice!" Miao Chang was in a hurry, and the maid quickly brought the Juice up and helped her drink it. Then, as Feng Li ordered, he wrapped the Spirit Clothes tightly in his bedclothes.

"I'm sick, I can't... I'm welcome to you... I'm asking you, please, please..." Ling Qi still closed her eyes, her voice intermittently. Fortunately, the entire tent was very quiet, with only the occasional crackling sound when the wood in the brazier burned.

"Since the Queen Mother is sick, why should she be polite?" Xiong Jing sighed and suddenly felt pitiful. When he spoke, the spiritual sleeves suddenly burst into tears, and tears flowed on her cheeks, forming a tear mark.

"I'm about to die, wuwu..." Linghui cried out, "From the yellow spring, I don't have any face to see the former king..."

The tears on her face were getting more and more. Linghui wanted to wipe her tears, but her whole body was wrapped tightly in the thick bedding, and her hands couldn't pull out at all. Xiong Jing knew that she wanted to wipe her tears, but she felt it was inappropriate. She couldn't bear it if she didn't wipe her tears, so she stepped forward and helped her pull out a corner of the bedding pressing under her. Linghui, who was crying, thought that Zhao Yan was even more sad and struggled even harder. After Xiong Jing pulled out the corner of the bedding, she struggled and her entire bedding was lifted to one side.

The forehead is covered with sweat beads on my face, and the sweat on my body is wet. The white body clothes are soaked in sweat, not only sticking to the body, but also becoming transparent. But this is not the most dazzling. The most dazzling is the pair of snow-white long legs under the clothes. The sweat makes them look like a bathing game, tender and smooth with a hint of heat and sweet fragrance.

The spiritual sleeve, who had lifted off the bedcloth, was still crying and talking. Because of the crying, her body trembled, her chest was shaking, and her long legs were intertwined. Xiong Jing seemed to be fixed, and her eyes fell on the snow-white long legs, and she could no longer move a little inch away. At this time, the spiritual sleeve was supported by one arm on the couch and wanted to get up.

"The country of Zhao continues to survive, and it depends on the king. Qian'er... Qian'er..." Thinking of the spiritual sleeves and arms that could not hold on to their bodies, Xiong Jing could only hug her and let her fall into her arms.
Chapter completed!