Zhao Rui raised his hand and gently stroked Zhao Weirui's scattered hair on his temples.

"Who said you are an ominous person! I have said that you are my sister!"

Zhao Weirui's pure eyes were a little more joyful.

"I have an older brother!"

Zhao Rui didn't stay here for a long time and hurried back to the village and town.

Originally, he planned to find out some news, but he didn't expect that it was all refugees here.

The southern part of Yongxu, Qinglin City Lord's Mansion.

Zhaoyang was half lying on the chair, his hunched body trembled constantly, and even his breathing was a little uncomfortable.

"Li'er, has Huang Ben arrived?"

A man about twenty years old, with a heroic face full of heroic faces waiting anxiously.

"Grandpa, General Huang is coming soon, you must hold on!"

Zhaoyang coughed violently twice: "I'm afraid I can't wait!"

The tears in Zhaoli's eyes couldn't stop surging.

"No, grandpa, you can live for a hundred years..."

"Li'er, a person has a natural death, this is destiny, and no one can violate it! Zhaoyang chuckled a few times: "But one must have a clear conscience when he lives for a lifetime!"

"Tell my truth, can my Da Chu beat Da Shang, or whether this battle should be fought?"

Zhaoli calmed down his emotions and shook his head slowly.

"Sun'er thinks that this war should not be fought! From the time when we started using troops from our great Chu to now, the people have lived in poverty and rebelled in many places. Even the benefits obtained from the war have been put into the pockets of the nobles, and even the land has been divided by them..."

Zhaoyang coughed a few more times: "I understand! Then what do you mean is to surrender to Da Shang?"

Zhaoli was a little dazed and was silent for a long time.

"The Da Shang was originally the sect leader of the princes of the world. There was no so-called surrender, but just returning the land to the sect leader! Our real enemy is Baiyi, Ouyue, Liuzhao in the south..."

"Okay!" Zhaoyang raised his weak hand and patted Zhaoli on the shoulder.

"Grandpa is very happy that you have such insights! I'll ask you for your future events! Huang Ben is my disciple, and his political views are the same as mine. He will definitely support you!"

After saying this with great difficulty, Zhaoyang's body fell limp.

Zhaoli's pupils suddenly magnified: "Grandpa!"

"Teacher!" An anxious voice came from the door, and Huang Ben stumbled in and knelt on the ground.

"Disciple is still one step later!"

Zhaoli endured his grief and handed a letter on it.

"General Huang, before grandpa died, I will give this to you!"

Huang Ben wiped away his tears and opened the letter.

"The teacher has already told me about the content above before his death, but now that the situation in Nanchu is now, it is not easy for us to surrender to the Da Shang Dynasty!"

Zhaoli stood up with a bang, with extreme anger on his face.

"Those guys are only concerned about themselves. Look at the current Nanchu royal family, they are all thinking about themselves, and they don't care about the lives and deaths of the people!"

"I don't know!" Huang Ben also sighed: "Do you know what kind of rumor is circulating among the people now? It is better to join the Da Shang Dynasty than to stay in Nanchu and become a refugee!"
Chapter completed!