At this time, it was the fourth day of the Heavenly Fire.

The sunset in the distant sky has gradually converged into a dazzling light, turning into a round of red sun hanging in the sky.

Its last rays rendered a pale yellow dusk mark over the entire earth, and the sunset ended on the distant mountains.

Under the long sky, on the border between Qin and Zhao, a team of people cautiously advanced on the border wasteland.

"Madame and Gongzi will immediately reach the border of the Qin State. ”

Even though there was still half a day's journey to the border of the Qin State, Zhao Ping, the leader of the team, still did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Being able to escort the wife and son of a prince of a vassal state like Great Qin in his life was already the pinnacle of his life.

"Hmm!"

The beautiful woman who lifted the curtain in the middle of the car nodded, signaling that she knew.

Then she closed the curtain of the car, turned her head and said softly to the young man who was only about ten years old in the car: "Zheng'er, we are about to arrive in the Qin Kingdom, and you are not far from meeting your father." ”

The young man is not dressed in fancy clothes, but he still has a sense of grandeur.

Between his eyebrows is a maturity that is completely inconsistent with his age.

Ten years old can no longer be regarded as a small age in this era of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

Children in troubled times have an early mind.

Especially for a teenager who was hunted down and killed by Zhao Guoren throughout his childhood, his heart is far beyond ordinary people.

"Hmm. ”

The young man called Zheng'er answered softly, nodded and signaled that he already knew, so he didn't say too much.

No one knew what was in his mind.

Only he knew that his mind was not on the Qin State who was about to go back, nor on the father he was about to meet.

His mind was still on the strange man who fell from the sky behind him.

On the second day of the arrival of that strange man, Zhao released their mother and son and returned to Qin.

Zhao Zheng always felt that it was that weird person who was protecting them, and he knew it was ridiculous, but he just felt so.

Strange pretend.

Strange words.

Even stranger is the way he appears.

Descending from heaven, did he live in heaven?

The young man gently lifted the curtain above the car and looked into the sky.

Looking at the clouds above Tianyu that were inlaid with a layer of gold edges by the setting sun, Zhao Zheng imagined the scene outside the clouds in his mind.

Maybe there's a palace there!

I just don't know what the palace above the nine heavens will look like.

One thought after another echoed in Zhao Zheng's mind.

But the team doesn't stop at his thoughts.

In the slight long wind, the chariot passenger followed the escort team sent by Zhao Guo towards Qin State.

The car makes a "creaking" sound when it rides on a wooden wheel.

It's like the dream of an unknown creature.

The Qin-Zhao border is sparsely populated, with only a long sunset accompanied by slightly yellowish weeds.

From time to time, you can still see messy dry bones and rusty weapons beside the weeds.

They show the impermanence of this world.

Zhao Ping was wearing armor, his hand was on the long sword, and he looked at the dry bones all over the ground with affection.

It is likely that he knew him well during this time, but they are now lonely ghosts.

"I really don't know when this world will be a head!"

Zhao Ping sighed and said.

Today he is looking at the dry bones all over the ground, and tomorrow it may be others looking at him.

How impermanent the world is, no one can say how ugly they are.

Since 770 B.C., when Zhou Tianzi moved east to Luoyi, there have been more than 500 years of war on this land.

The etiquette system that the Zhou family relied on to govern the country had completely collapsed as early as after the three families were divided into Jin and the Chen Tian clan was replaced by Qi.

War, killing, strategy and change of law are the main themes of this era.

At this time, King Qin Xiaowen of the Qin State became the new King of Qin.

In order to ease the relationship between Qin and Zhao, this forced Zhao to send Zhao Ji, the wife of Zi Chu, who had made him the crown prince, and Zhao Zheng back to Qin.

Because ten years ago, Qin and Zhao Changping fought a battle, and the killing god Bai Qi Yu Changping had already frustrated the sharpness of Zhao State, and because the war between Yan and Zhao did not allow Zhao State to have other threats.

At this time, it is already a fantasy that the world can compete with the Qin State with its own strength.

However, this does not mean that the Qin State can dominate the world.

In the five hundred years of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, starting from the Duke of Zheng Zhuang to dominate the Central Plains, the Duke of Qi Huan, the Duke of Wen of Jin, the King of Chuzhuang, and the Duke of Qin Mugong were not the overlords of the world.

But no one can dominate the world for long.

It is said that there are no more than three generations of wealth, and in fact, most of the British lords are even in the second generation.

Western Qin is lucky enough, since King Qin Xiaowen has produced four generations of Ming monarchs in a row, and in the eyes of everyone, Xi Qin's luck is about to run out.

Everyone is waiting for the decline of the Qin State, and perhaps the newly ascended King of Qin (Qin Xiaowen Wang) is a faint monarch.

But not everyone is waiting, some people are still not willing to be strong in Qin, and they choose to take the initiative.

No one in the world can compete with Qin.

However, it can be combined and the soldiers of the world can refuse the Qin soldiers outside the Hangu.

The Qin State resides in the west of Hangu Pass, and the Six Kingdoms live in the east of the Kunshan Mountain, and the Six Kingdoms are beyond the hope of the Qin State to go east.

In the past, Su Qin and Xinling Jun had achieved such a feat.

The former hung the seal of the six countries, and the latter united the soldiers of the five countries, so that no one could send a letter to Guguan for many years.

That's the only chance.

Twilight gradually enveloped the land, and darkness slowly became the dominant color of everything.

The escort team ignited a little fire on the ground.

In the distance of Zhao Ji's mother and son's convoy, a team of people and horses at the Qin-Zhao border was lurking in the wild grass.

Looking at the convoy that lit torches in the distance, the middle-aged man led by him said in a low voice:

"It's coming!"

In the darkness, they are like lurking hunters, waiting little by little for their prey to enter the lurking.

Estimating in his heart that the distance from the convoy was already much worse, the middle-aged man reminded for the last time:

"Remember! We are from Zhao Guo!"

"No!"

Among the weeds, dozens of people nodded in unison.

Their eyes were fixed on the incoming cars in the distance, and their hands were resting on their bows and crossbows, their eyes full of murder.

There were not many soldiers of Zhao State escorting Zhao Ji's mother and son, after all, the monarch of Zhao State did not expect that someone would intercept and kill Zhao Ji's mother and son.

Zhao Ji's mother and son are only the wife and heir of the prince of Qin, and they are not the princes.

What's the point of killing them?

But there are always people in the world who can look beyond the existence of the times, and they can clearly see the threat of the Qin State.

For the sake of a little chance to join forces, they don't care about using the lives of Zhao Ji and Yingzheng to achieve this overall situation.

Those who take care of the overall situation are not afraid of small sections.

After the night fell into darkness, a firelight lit up the sky in the sky of Makino.

Immediately, dozens of flames burst into the sky.

Sharp arrows neighed.

Zhao Ping looked at the flying rocket, drew his sword and exclaimed:

"Enemy attack!"

For a while, the formation of the car crew began to disperse.

The horse pulling the cart was frightened and began to become restless.

The sound of the sergeant's sword drawn, the neighing of the horse, and the sound of the arrow breaking through the air, the chaotic sound surrounded the entire carriage.

"What?

Zhao Ji, who was in the car, exclaimed in surprise when she heard this, and her heart trembled.

She never thought that she was going to the border of the Qin State, and there would be an enemy attack.

Could it be those people from Zhao State?

Zhao Changping fought in the First War, and Zhao and Qin formed a national feud.

On weekdays, Zhao Ji and Zhao Zheng are often hunted down, if it weren't for the Zhao family's influence in Zhao State, their mother and son would not have survived today.

In the panicked night, Zhao Ji gently lifted the curtain of the car.

However, under the night, there was only the faint flickering sword light in the firelight and the constant sound of fighting.

"Bang dang!"

Zhao Ji suddenly felt that something hit her car, and the whole car shook suddenly.

This shock frightened Zhao Ji's body trembling.

She grabbed her son with one hand, and pulled the curtain up a little more with the other.

By the light of the fire outside the car, Zhao Ji poked her eyes out slightly.

In front of the car, she saw a miserable white face, blood pouring from his chest, and he had lost the most basic ups and downs of breathing.

This is Zhao Ping, the leader of the escort of their mother and son to the Qin State.

Zhao Ping, who was lying on the car, glanced at Zhao Ji for the last time, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Born in this impermanent and chaotic world, he has not yet figured out what he wants in his life.

However, don't think about it later.

Zhao Ji felt that her back was already soaked.

Zhao Zheng was held in his mother's arms, and he could clearly feel his mother's body trembling constantly.

It's a familiar feeling.

Helpless.

Impotence..

Like a prey that can be killed at any time in the night, danger seems to surround his heart at any time.

This feeling is the main theme that haunts Zhao Zheng's childhood.

Zhao Zheng clenched his fists tightly, and the green tendons on his hands burst out.

Each time, he said to himself that there would be no next time, but this helplessness happened to him again and again.

He didn't understand why he was obviously the descendant of King Qin, the strongest vassal state in the world, why did he suffer such helplessness?

Why is he a descendant of King Qin, and he still has to hide in Zhao to live such a hard life?

Why did his biological father cruelly abandon him?

But at this time, he can only accept the reality of powerlessness.

All human suffering is essentially the fear of one's own impotence.

The young Zulong is not yet the emperor who swept through the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, he is still a young man who has been hunted down and hostile all year round.

He is too weak now, and can only silently endure the impermanence of the world.

But this is the last time!

Zhao Zheng swore an oath.

He leaned into his mother's arms, quietly waiting for the judgment of fate.

The sound of fighting outside the car gradually began to subside, and the surrounding area slowly fell silent.

But the heartbeats of Zhao Ji's mother and son gradually increased.

It's like a gamble, and in the end, it's not just the size or the win or the loss, it's also life and death.

In the silence of the night, soft footsteps sounded.

The sound of footsteps was so obvious in the silence of the night that he slowly walked over to the front of the car, and then stopped.

Zhao Ji felt as if her heart was about to jump out.

Immediately, a bronze sword gently opened the curtain of the car.

The tip of the sword was placed an inch in front of Zhao Zheng now, and the bronze sword glowed with a cold cold light under the firelight, like a chain that hooked the soul.

In the dim night, the masked man in front of him glanced at Zhao Ji, and said in a Zhao Guo accent: "It's them." ”

This sentence made Zhao Ji's heart even colder.

It's really a desperate Zhao people.

"I am the wife of Chu, the prince of Qin, are you so afraid of provoking a war between Qin and Zhao?"

Zhao Ji forced her composure, but after all, she was not the ruthless person who used the body of a woman to subdue the ministers like Mi Bazi and Empress Lu, and her trembling body had already exposed her timidity.

If it weren't for Zhao Zheng here, she would probably not be able to say such a thing at all.

"War?"

"In the first battle of Changping, did my Zhao Guonan still die less?"

The man seemed to remember something, his expression became even more hideous, and he sneered:

"If you want to blame, you are the family of King Qin, King Qin deserves to die, you deserve to die!"

The Warring States does not emphasize benevolence and righteousness, this is the hatred of the country and the family, and it is the fate of life and death.

Cold.

Despair.

The feeling of powerlessness entrenched in the hearts of Zhao Ji's mother and son.

"Kill!"

The masked man in the distance just said a word coldly.

"No!"

After the black-clothed man standing on top of the car responded, the bronze sword and long sword suddenly advanced.

Zhao Ji closed her eyes in resignation, and her hands hugged Zhao Zheng tightly.

And Zhao Zheng's eyes were unwilling, he glared at the person in front of him, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

The monstrous hatred stirred in Zhao Zheng's body.

"If I have a day of revenge, I will destroy the Zhao State to shame and slaughter you and the nine clans. ”

The boy's voice echoed in the sky.

Unfortunately, hatred was not enough to shake the deadly sword.

The cold light and cold bronze ancient sword passed through that inch of distance in an instant.

"Thou shalt die today, and thou shalt have tomorrow!"

The man in black sneered.

seems to be laughing at the incompetence of the person in front of him, and is still thinking about revenge.

The dead will not take revenge, otherwise the butcher of Bai Qi would not have survived the Battle of Changping.

But just as the long sword was about to pierce Zhao Zheng's back, a white hand stretched out from the curtain of the car and grabbed the bronze sword that glowed with cold light.

Its slender fingers pressed fiercely against the bronze sword, completely unafraid of the sharp blade.

In the next second, only a "click" was heard, and the bronze sword seemed to be unable to stand the huge force of its fingers, and in an instant, the flames splashed everywhere, and it shattered in an instant.

Fragments of the shattered sword flew out and shot in all directions.

Between the calcium carbide sparks, the man in black suddenly retreated to dodge the shattered debris, turned over and jumped out of the car.

Then he looked at the shattered sword in his hand in disbelief, and then turned to look at the car again.

What just happened?

Whose hand does that hand belong to?

Why are people still alive?

And the leader of the men in black in the distance was also stunned.

In the dark of the night, he didn't see what was happening.

I only heard the crisp sound of swords and stones colliding, and saw my men jump out of the car.

It's like a deadly ghost and an immortal general on the car.

He looked up at the car as well.

At this time, a hand slowly opened the curtain, and a man walked out.