Zhao State Handan City.

As time passed, this originally prosperous city gradually became depressed, and there were no young people on the road. Occasionally, a few elderly people walked by with corn, which only made the city more lifeless and less vitality. A group of people suddenly appeared on the road, and they were sitting in the car, saying these things loudly, bringing some vitality to this old city.

Passers-by looked at them in surprise, and after seeing the leader's red big Chu robe, he shook his head contempt and ignored them. This group of people was Ying Yiren and his friends. After Lu Buwei left, Ying Yiren also followed her instructions and wore a luxurious Chu suit and a tall Chu Guan. He used the money left by Lu Buwei for him to continue making friends in Zhao.

Ying Yiren never cared about the other person's identity when making friends with others. He never refused to accept the other person's identity, whether the other person was a young master of Zhao, a samurai, or a scholar of a hundred schools of thought, which gave Ying Yiren a good reputation everywhere. He often helped some down-and-out people and could treat his friends with kindness. In the eyes of the generous Zhao people, this is already the standard for reaching the sage.

This time, he wanted to go hunt with his friends, and he wanted to hunt in autumn and winter. This is the most basic entertainment activity for the nobles. Of course, unlike later generations, the nobles at this moment were not riding horses to hunt, but sitting on a carriage to carry out this activity. If you want to hunt successfully, you need a good carriage and a master with superb chariot skills. Not everyone can take on the master of this era.

As a gentleman, Yu is not a low-key job at this time.

Ying Yiren attracted a driver with a lot of money, so he happily went out to hunt with everyone. When he was in Qin, he didn't even have a carriage because he was not favored, let alone a driver. After coming to Zhao, his life was not easy. Every autumn and winter, when he saw other noble men sitting in the carriage, rushing out of the city with a smile, he was indescribable envy and vaguely jealous.

Now, he can finally get into the ranks of these young men and go hunting together.

The carriage had just arrived at the city gate. The young men roared out, leaving only a few screams at the city gate. Only Ying Yiren ordered the driver to stop. The driver was a little strange, but he still obeyed Ying Yiren and stopped the carriage. Ying Yiren hurriedly walked out of the carriage and came to a young man. The young man was not on the carriage. He was holding the horse and waiting for the soldiers to investigate.

The young man was probably just standing in the crown and looked very young. Although he was young, his heroic spirit was hard to hide. Even though he saw the young men going out to hunt, he did not look at him anymore. He looked ahead and was unmoved. Ying Yiren happened to be very happy when he saw him like this, so he stopped and wanted to make friends with this young man in person. Ying Yiren came to him and bent down to salute.

The young man was a little surprised and leaned over to return the gift. Ying Yiren loved it even more. He said, "I am Zhao Yiren from Xianyang. Seeing your heroic spirit, I couldn't help but want to come to make friends with you. Please forgive me for my rudeness." The young man also replied, "I am Li Mu from Bai Ren. I have no talent and I am not worthy of your friendship."

"Li Mu?" Ying Yiren secretly wrote down the name and was about to continue speaking. The driver on the side reminded helplessly: "Young Master, if you don't chase after me, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up with your friends." Ying Yiren frowned and said unhappily: "It's rare that I have met a friend who can really make friends. Can't I delay the hunting a little?"

The driver immediately replied: "I heard that those who do not abide by their faith will also abandon them, and the Chinese will despise them. Today, you want to violate the agreements made with other friends by making friends. Will others still be willing to make friends with you?"

When Ying Yiren heard this, his whole body trembled and did not dare to delay any further. He said to Li Mu, "My mansion is in the south city of Handan. You can visit me at any time. I have something important today, please don't blame me." After that, he got in the car and left the city to chase after those friends. Li Mu stood at the gate of the city, squinted his eyes and thought for a long time before entering the city.

There are many ministers of Zhao State and some prominent nobles living in the West City of Handan. Even Zhao Kuo has his own courtyard in this West City. Of course, this also makes the West City the best security, the smoothest roads and the most harmonious officials in Handan. Li Mu led his horse and was stopped by two officials as soon as he walked into the place. After checking for a while, he said goodbye to him with a smile.

Li Mu came to an inconspicuous courtyard. The courtyard was in front of many luxury houses in the West City, and it seemed a little out of place and lonely. However, the value of the house was never based on his decoration, but on the people living here. Li Mu led the horse to the door and knocked on the door. After waiting for a moment, an old servant came out and saw Li Mu was very happy. He exchanged greetings with him, and then took the horse in his hand and led him into the courtyard.

This is Lin Xiangru's mansion. In Zhao State, Lin Xiangru was regarded as the number one warrior. The Zhao people admired Lin Xiangru's courage very much. Even when facing the powerful Qin King, Lin Xiangru would not have any fear. Such courage was what Zhao people admired the most. However, now, the warrior in Zhao's mind has gradually grown old. As soon as Li Mu entered the courtyard, he heard the violent coughing sound, almost without interruption.

"Do you dare to ask Mr. Lin if he is sick?"

Li Mu hurriedly leaned over to pay homage. Lin Xiangru knelt under a mulberry tree. The mulberry leaves had turned yellow and even fell a lot. Lin Xiangru sat on these mulberry leaves, with a few on his shoulders. He kept coughing, and the yellow leaves on his shoulders also fell with his cough. Lin Xiangru sometimes often sighed that people are really different. Lian Po is 65 years old this year, but he can still fight on the battlefield and resist powerful enemies.

But he was only fifty-four, but he couldn't even get on the carriage. When Zhao State needed him the most... cough cough cough... Lin Xiangru coughed again. He slowly raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him. This young man was the son of his old friend and was personally enlightening the young man. However, he was more interested in military affairs than poetry and classics. Lin Xiangru also saw this and gave him a lot of books on military tactics for him to watch.

Now, he serves as a county magistrate in Dai County, Taiyuan County. After he took office, Dai County had great security. Every time there was a war, when the prefect summoned the soldiers of each county, Li Mu was always rewarded because the soldiers he led were the most brave and he could make military achievements every time. Lin Xiangru had wanted to recommend him to Lian Po, but Lian Po refused his request.

It’s not that Lian Po doesn’t like Li Mu, but Lian Po said: I heard that real generals need to be tempered. You asked him to give up the opportunity to command hundreds of people in person, but you have to send him to me and follow me to learn the ability to command tens of thousands of people. This is another way to cultivate Lian Po, not a way to cultivate Li Mu.

Lin Xiangru seemed to understand this, and since then, he never paid attention to Li Mu again, as if he didn't know such a young man. He was afraid that the local officials would take care of Li Mu because of his own relationship, which would make Li Mu lose more opportunities to temper. Li Mu was not unhappy either. He continued to work in Taiyuan, Yanmen and other areas. Although he had cut off contact, Lin Xiangru never doubted Li Mu's ability. He believed extremely in this young man, this ambition and talented young man.

"I wonder what instructions did Mr. Lin call me from afar?" Li Mu asked respectfully.

"You are in a border county, have you ever heard of a young talent from Zhao State?" Lin Xiangru asked with a smile. Li Mu's face froze and asked, "Are you talking about the Ma Fuzi who is extremely respected by the Qin people? If you are talking about him, I have heard of his reputation." Even if Li Mu acted very indifferent, Lin Xiangru could see that Li Mu was still a little unhappy. After all, he was still young and energetic, which is very normal.

Lin Xiangru nodded and said, "It's the Ma Fuzi who was highly praised by the Qin people. Originally, I didn't care about him. He only reads the military books left by his father. It's not a talent. However, after Xu Li followed up and recommended this person and was rejected, he went to find Zhao Kuo in person. Do you know what Zhao Kuo said?"

"He said that Wang was not afraid. As long as he was a general, he could win with one blow?"

"No, he said that he lacked talent and could not be a general, and said that this was the Qin people's plan. He also told Xu Li about Zeng's mother's submission to Zhu, so that Xu Li could stop rumors and not let Shangjun easily replace General Lian Po." Lin Xiangru said.

Li Mu was stunned, lowered his head and said nothing.

"I also heard that Zhao Kuo had a disciple who often criticized him in front of him and did not respect him. But Kuo could actually encourage himself to do something about King Wei of Qi and reward him."
Chapter completed!