Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Moer were worried about Qin Yiren and roared loudly, but it had no effect. They were seen tightly by the swordsman in red.

"Tiger, wolf, Qin people, look at the beating!" King Zhao Xiaocheng was excited, Mo Ming's eyes turned red, like rabbit eyes, raised the bamboo strips in his hand high, and thrust hard at Qin Yiren's head.

Before the bamboo strips arrived, the strong wind arrived first. If it was pulled tightly, Qin Yiren would definitely feel uncomfortable and would be fragile.

Pingyuan Jun, Lin Xiangru and the ministers of Zhao saw it, and were all excited. The hatred of the 500,000 elite troops in Zhao State can finally be recovered from the prince of Qin Yiren. How can they not be excited?

"Damn it!" Qin Yiren wanted to stop it, but he couldn't stop it. His thoughts were so loud that he could not help.

Who can do this?

"Drag! Drag for a moment and count for a moment!" Suddenly, Qin Yiren thought of the trick of dragging the word, and used the same trick again, laughing loudly: "Haha!"

I laughed so happily, leaning forward and backward, as if I heard a huge joke.

"Tiger, wolf, Qin people, why are you laughing at?" King Zhao Xiaocheng was stunned, his wrist turned, and the bamboo strips in his hand flew past Qin Yiren's head.

When the bamboo shoots were rubbed into the scalp, a burst of scorching pain came, and Qin Yiren was shocked and sweated. This was still rubbed into the bamboo shoots. If they were rubbed into the head, would it be better?

What's more, behind King Xiaocheng of Zhao, there were Pingyuan Jun, Lin Xiangru and his ministers, and there were 3 or 200 people in total, one whip, which was enough for Qin Yiren to bear it. If one person had ten whips, Qin Yiren would not dare to imagine the terrible consequences.

"There is a chance!" Qin Yiren was secretly happy, but this joy only lasted for a very short time and was replaced by worries, because he was just to delay time and had no good plans: "Damn it, why can't I come up with a solution?"

At this critical moment, as long as there is a way, it can be useful. Even if it is delayed for a while, it is still good. You can find another way.

"Tiger, wolf, Qin people, it turns out that you are teasing me." King Zhao Xiaocheng stopped, just wanted to hear what Qin Yiren said, and it would be better to beg, otherwise he would be happier. His face sank, his wrists trembled, and the bamboo strips in his hand thrust towards Qin Yiren, with the strong wind whirring, which was very horrifying.

"It's over!" Qin Yiren knew that even if he had the ability to understand the world, he would not be able to escape this disaster. He planned to give up and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he saw the light in Lin Xiangru's eyes storm and stared at him. A light of inspiration passed by. Qin Yiren thought of something and laughed again: "Zhao Dan, Zhao Dan, you are so pitiful, you are actually played with by your ministers in your palm."

"Yes!" King Zhao Xiaocheng was stunned, and his right hand stopped in the air, as if fire was about to spurt out of his eyes, staring at Qin Yiren, shouting: "Tiger, wolf, Qin, you dare to speak nonsense, I will spare you."

The monarch wants to control his ministers. He wants his ministers to go east, but he dares not go west, but he wants his ministers to stand, but he dares not sit. The dignified king of Zhao was actually played with by his subordinates. Can he bear it? He has to ask for an explanation.

"Tiger, wolf, Qin people, don't talk nonsense!" The ministers shouted loudly.

"Zhao Dan, do you know why Lin Xiangru asked you to kill me?" Qin Yiren asked back as if he hadn't heard it.

"You are a tiger and wolf Qin, and you are the enemy of the Great Zhao. Everyone can kill him. What's wrong with this?" King Xiaocheng of Zhao blurted out without thinking.

Because of Changping's defeat, the Zhao people hated the Qin people to the core. His words made sense, and the ministers focused on the key points and agreed with them.

"Wrong!" However, beyond everyone's expectations, Qin Yiren vetoed loudly, and the firm intention in his words made people dare not doubt the slightest.

"Well, tell me, what's wrong?" King Zhao Xiaocheng's curiosity was aroused.

Not only was his curiosity aroused, but his ministers were also very curious, staring at Qin Yiren.

Only Lin Xiangru vaguely felt something was wrong and said loudly: "Your Majesty, killing this tiger, wolf, Qin people is not necessary to talk much."

This is definitely a big truth. Instead of talking so much nonsense with Qin Yiren, it is better to kill him. However, when Qin Yiren came, he changed his temper. Qin Yiren raised his throat and shouted: "Lin Xiangru, you old man, you are hiding evil intentions and playing with Zhao Dan in your palm. You are so brave."

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Lin Xiangru was a great man in the Warring States Period and a wise man, but he opened his mouth wide for Qin Yiren to rob him. He opened his mouth for a long time without making any sound.

"What does this have to do with me?" Lin Xiangru finally reacted and asked depressedly.

"Yes, what does this have to do with Shangqing?" Killing Qin Yiren was the idea of ​​King Xiaocheng of Zhao. Why did Lin Xiangru hide his evil intentions again? The ministers were puzzled and all of them widened their eyes and wrote them on their faces.

"Zhao Dan, I would like to ask you, after the defeat of Changping, the 500,000 elite troops of Zhao State were lost. Handan was empty, but only thousands of old and weak were not enough to defend. Zhao State had only two plans for the present, one was to fight to the end, and fight to the death." Qin Yi asked loudly with a solemn face.

"That's right! Even if you want to die, you can't let the tiger and wolf Qin people feel good!" King Zhao Xiaocheng pointed his head with a solemn expression.

"But, can Zhao defeat Qin? Nowadays, Handan is useless. If it is a fight, it can be beaten in one go." What Qin Yiren said is definitely the fact, and it is the most worrying thing about the king and minister of Zhao. Everyone's faces changed drastically.

"It is not wise to fight to the death." Qin Yiren continued: "One other strategy is to make peace. If you can retreat the Qin army without fighting, isn't this what you are thinking the most at the moment?"

With the current strength of Zhao, he is no match for Qin at all, so it is best to say something to peace. Retreating the Qin army without fighting is something that King Xiaocheng of Zhao dreams of. He pursing his lips tightly and not speaking is like a default.

"If you kill me, you will destroy the last possibility of making peace with Qin." Although making peace with Qin is the best ending for Zhao, the possibility of success is extremely low. Even if the hope is very low, it does not exist. If Qin Yiren is killed with one knife, this last possibility will no longer exist.

"This..." King Zhao Xiaocheng's face changed and he asked curiously: "How do you get involved with Lin Xiang?"

"Zhao Dan, Zhao Dan, you are so stupid, no wonder Lin Xiangru is playing with you in his palm." Qin Yiren looked compassionate and shook his head fiercely, and said mockingly: "You don't think about it. Zhao State and Qin State cannot negotiate, they can only fight to the death. Who will you kill? Apart from Lian Po, are there anyone else?"

"Ah!" The last thing King Zhao Xiaocheng wanted to hear was the word "Liang Po", and the last thing he wanted to see was Lian Po, and he felt guilty. He heard this and his face changed several times.

"Stop!" With Lin Xiangru's understanding of King Xiaocheng of Zhao, he knew Qin Yiren's words, and King Xiaocheng of Zhao listened to it.

In fact, Lian Po is the pillar minister of Zhao State. If you want to fight against Qin, Lian Po must be the one who wants to say: "Your Majesty, please use Lian Po to defend your country."

"Please ask the Lord to use Lian Po." Lian Po's prestige is very high and is trusted by the ministers, and the ministers loudly agree.

"Zhao Dan, listen." Qin Yiren pointed at Lin Xiangru and said, "Before you have activated Lian Po, Lin Xiangru is getting benefits. He and Lian Po are friends. Can Lian Po stop getting up? They are one, they are wearing the same robe and sleeping on the same woman."

"Who is the same woman as Lian Po?" Lin Xiangru was so depressed that he wanted to hit the wall. We are gentlemen, okay?

Lin Xiangru was determined to kill Qin Yiren, but Qin Yiren's admiration for him was gone. If he didn't take the opportunity to harm him and discredit him, he wouldn't be Qin Yiren.

King Zhao Xiaocheng's face was as cold as Yan Shuang, his eyes were like swords, and he stared at Lin Xiangru with an extremely unkind expression.

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Chapter completed!