warring states careerist

Chapter 672

"Historians should write the year, month, and day. The prince failed to make a mess and was punished by someone."

"If you don't mention your name, then the historian Daobi can only say that I died in the rebellion. Historians will not record your names, but your names can be remembered by future generations because of me."

Young Master Chao is a little stubborn, but also a little persistent under pride.

He can die, he can be killed, he can be dismembered, but at least he should die at the hands of someone with a name, because history always does this.

He doesn't like the rhetoric of the Mohist school, and he doesn't like to die at the hands of a group of common people without a surname, because then the historian will write "Gongzichao was killed by the common people", which is probably second only to the Marquis of Jin who fell into the cesspit and drowned. Useless.

He was also convinced that the person opposite was at least a scholar, not a gangster with no surname. As long as the other party gave his name, at least his death was just a death caused by an ordinary rebellion.

History is always like this, when a certain son rebels, someone kills or holds him, as long as he dies at the hands of someone with a name and surname, the world will remain the same.

The best thing is the gold and jade rewards given by the prince Zhang Xuan, the land fief, and the gangsters argue about their flesh, share the rewards, and even fight.

But the other side listened to his words, as if they didn't hear them, they still repeated the words that made him surrender.

Young Master Zhao seemed to understand, and said sneeringly: "I know. You are afraid that you will be accused of killing me, and someone will follow suit and ask you to take revenge."

The concubine Mie on the opposite side also sneered in her heart, secretly thinking that my father was not afraid of capturing the king of Chu and Yue, but you are just a son, and if you are not afraid of capturing a prince, what is the point of a mere son?

Even if he thought so, he still clenched his teeth and didn't mention his name. It's not that he didn't want to let this matter become a good story about father and son, or that he didn't want to become a legend praised by the people, but he just didn't want to. Let the son think like this before his death, anyway, his meritorious deeds will be remembered.

This is his insult to the nobles, in his own way, in the way of the Mohists.

The death of the rebel nobleman was supposed to be legendary, but he didn't allow it, just to let him die with resentment and fear of Mohism's morality.

After the young master on the other side smiled, he found that the other side was still unmoved, and he repeated the original sentence.

So he turned back to the car and waited for others: "Fix the carriage and send me back fully dressed. Tell Young Master Zhang that I will be buried with the honor of the Lord."

After saying a word, Hengjian slays himself.

The left side of the car was not surprised, but just wept, then broke the bow, squatted down and repaired the damaged carriage with the right side of the car, arranged the clothes for Young Master Chao, and put them on the carriage.

The concubine Mi and the others silently watched this scene from a distance until the carriage was repaired.

Che Zuo and the others did not choose to stay in the car, but followed behind the carriage, picked some mulberry leaves and stalks on the side of the road and wrapped them around their bodies as mourning clothes.

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Zhao Du.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Great joy!"

"In the first battle between Que and the Mohists, the Mohist family won completely. The rebellious prince will fight himself, and the rest of the nobles will be captured or commit suicide. The event is settled!"

An eunuch couldn't hide the joy of getting the news. Zhao Houzhang just nodded and gave a little reward when he heard the news, and then immersed himself in the previous worries.

The rebellion is over.

Wei Guo withdrew his troops.

Zhongshan and Zhao repaired.

His position as Marquis Zhao was finally secured.

However, new problems followed.

The conditions that the Mohists want will definitely have a great impact on the future of Zhao Guo.

Those people in Handan who are scattered, unkind, unrighteous, and seeking profit will definitely be very detrimental to his monarchy.

Gong Zhonglian's last words before his death were to let him "don't be in chaos and not enter the Central Plains." He also told him that Zhao Guo's development direction was Zhongshan and Linhu, but now Zhao Guoneng only chooses Zhongshan.

Lin Hu and Zhao Guo can beat it.

However, if the Mohists were entrenched there, he would have to pay too much to fight, and it was really impossible to fight now, Zhao Guo was exhausted.

Not only the State of Zhao, but also the State of Wei and the State of Qi are also exhausted, and it is impossible to start another large-scale war within a few years.

He had already agreed to the conditions of the Mo family, but he did not expect Wei Guo to retreat so quickly. He thought it would be an extremely difficult decisive battle, but he didn't expect it to end in such a calm manner.

I can't help feeling a little bit regretful in my heart, if I knew this would be the result, I might as well not agree.

But after thinking about it, even if they don't agree, Yunzhong Jiuyuan and other places are not something that can be handled in the past few years.

He sighed, but he had no other plan, so he could only ask someone to prepare it first, and wait for everyone to return to the teacher to have a banquet.

A month later, outside Zhongmou's palace, the concubine Mie was wearing a brand-new military uniform, looking at the magnificent Zhao palace with some curiosity, without any nervousness in her heart.

He thought he was equal in his heart, so he felt equal. The palace that the common people thought was unfathomable, in his eyes, it was just a house built by moths with the blood and sweat of the people. He had many emotions, but he did not have awe and tension.

After waiting for a long time, an eunuch shouted: "The concubine Mi has the merit of being the leader of the rebellion, so he is allowed to enter the palace..."

After a few summons, someone led him to the last seat, according to the original rules of the world.

In his capacity, he was absolutely not qualified to attend such a banquet.

On the one hand, it is said that his status is humble, and he has absolutely no prominent ancestors in retrospect. It was only in his previous generation that he got his own surname.

Although that was the case with the Zhao family, and the zaofu was named after Zhao as a clan, but after all, it has become history at that time, and the Zhao family has also gone from being unknown to a century-old family prince.

Furthermore, in the old military system, firstly, nobles performed meritorious service in chariot battles, secondly, it was impossible to catch up with nobles even if they chased the apprentices, and thirdly, the apprentices had no organization, and it was difficult to form an army without the leadership of the nobles, so there were almost no soldiers. Common people get such feats.

He knelt down in front of the desk, feeling a little unaccustomed to it. His home had long had simple wooden benches and tables, which was Sishang's habit over the years, and it was also a result of the inheritance of many carpenters in the Mohist family.

Before coming here, someone came to him and told him to be careful with his words and deeds, not to be too arrogant, but to give Zhaohou a little face, and not to make too unpleasant a scene, after all, the population in Yunzhong has not been enriched yet.

Feeling a little numbness in his legs, he moved his butt calmly, feeling that his legs would definitely go numb if he sat like this again.

The atmosphere of the banquet was a bit deserted and elegant, with drums and music playing together, silk and bamboo fluttering, and a rigid look.

There are all kinds of tableware on the table, most of the concubines have never seen it before.

He doesn't know how to cut meat with a knife, how to use a fork, when to use chopsticks, when to use sauce, and what kind of sauce to dip the meat in.

Zhao Hou quietly looked at Mie, the concubine at the end of the opposite side, who was restless, holding a chopstick in his hand and looked at a loss, and smiled inwardly: "A bitch is a bitch, and I don't understand etiquette."

Although he was disdainful in his heart, he said in his mouth: "The Mo family has its own rules, which are different from Zhu Xia, so you can..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Hu Feizi got up and said: "Your Majesty's words are wrong. The Mohists have their own rules, which are different from the nobles. How can they be said to be different from Zhu Xia? Could it be that those people with short brown clothes are not the people of Zhu Xia? "

Although the banquet was for celebration, there was also a historian present, and some words involved principles that could not be passed by a light and unintentional remark.

Zhao Houzhang was at a loss for words for a while, but fortunately, the minister beside him laughed and said: "This is a banquet. Although Hu Feizi and General Qu are here, they are not fighting for 'courage' in Qi."

He is using the story of Hu Feizi and Qu Jiang arguing about what is "courage" to ease the atmosphere, saying that this is a banquet, and there is no need to argue about morality.

A group of people laughed to cover it up, and the concubine Mi curled her lips.

From Zhao Houzhang's point of view, he seemed nervous and ashamed and at a loss, as if he had never seen a big scene.

In fact, he was just thinking about how to serve this meat with chopsticks.

He also can't get used to the sound of silk, bamboo and drum music. He believes that those who specialize in music must have a high level, but he is used to listening to folk songs, so he really can't appreciate them.

After eating for a while, he suddenly heard someone mention his name, and when he looked up, it was Zhao Hou who was speaking there.

"In the old days, Bi Wan was a common man. After seven battles, he became a minister, and then he had the foundation of Wei. You should be granted a fief for your great achievements."

"I know the rules of the Mohist school. Merit is not entrusted to the land, but it is not allowed to not be rewarded for meritorious deeds. Didn't your Zimozi also say that meritorious deeds must be rewarded and mistakes must be punished, and the country can prosper."

"You have made great achievements for me. The rules of the Mo family do not award fiefdoms. As Zhaohou, I will reward you with fiefdoms for fifty miles."

The concubine Mi was startled, before he came, someone had talked to him about various possibilities at the banquet, but no one expected Zhao Hou to say that.

At this time, all the people present were watching him, including people from the Zhao country and the Mo family.

Hu Feizi, Qu Jiang and others were inconvenient to speak at this time, so the concubine got up and said, "I am a Mohist."

Zhao Houzhang laughed and said: "I know. The Mo family has rewards from the Mo family, and I have my own rewards. It's not the same thing. If I don't get rewarded for my meritorious service, how will the people of the world think of me?"

Mi, the concubine, shook her head and said, "I am a Mohist. According to Mohism, the land belongs to the people of the world. How can you reward me with what you don't have?"

"If I accept your fiefdom, then it proves that I have betrayed the righteousness of the Mohist school. Is it okay to give up righteousness for the sake of a mere fifty miles?"

"My righteousness is priceless, so I can't sell it. And what you give me is not yours. This is tantamount to rewarding me with other people's things. I'm afraid this will make the world laugh more than not rewarding it?"

With just a few words, the entire hall was silent for a while, and Zhao Hou's face was slightly ugly.

Zhao Hou just wanted to tease the Mo family and make the Mo family look a little ugly. He didn't expect this person to accept it, but he just wanted to see the scene where Hu Feizi and General Qu, who had hated him just now, came forward to stop him.

But he didn't want the other party to directly kick the issue into a moral dispute, and the scene was suddenly extremely embarrassing.

(End of this chapter)