The next day, Qin State, Xianyang Palace.

Snowflakes, all the fall of Suosuo, the whole world has lived a layer of silver, a good Zhou Tian is cold, a good snow, the heaven and the earth are changed by the wind and snow, only to see the Great Wall inside and outside the vast area, lifeless, even the surging Yellow River is frozen in snow and ice, no longer flowing.

At first glance, it seems that it is really like what a great man said: "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, but the remnants of recklessness, up and down the big river, suddenly lost and surging." ”

Within the high palace walls, echoing with solemnity and solemnity, wearing a fox fur, in this cold just standing proudly in the heaven and earth, quietly feeling the height of the sky, broad, and carefully experiencing the heaviness of the earth under his feet, in his eyes, the way of king, the way of killing, the way of balance, no matter how it is the way to govern the country, in his heart his country is the place where the army of Daqin can reach under this sky, this is the way he pursues - the royal road.

Thousands of miles of waves, thousands of people bow down, the rivers and lakes of the four seas, the king of a hundred generations.

This is his tireless pursuit throughout his life, and now success seems to be within reach, and this world can be determined in an instant.

Little by little, my thoughts spread, and I returned to the early morning seven days ago.

In the imperial study, Ying Zheng was carefully watching the chapter, and Zhao Gao suddenly came to report, and the young master of the Yin and Yang family asked to see him.

He raised his head in a little surprise, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Xuan-"

Shaoqing, a handsome young man walked in, only to see that his lips were red and his teeth were white, his face was like a crown of jade, his hair was casually draped over his shoulders, but the center was bound by a purple gold hosta, a white robe, the edge was painted with golden cloud patterns, the golden flame on the neckline was vivid, and behind him was an auspicious cloud painted with gold wire.

Even if it was indifferent, King Yingzheng of Qin had to praise from the bottom of his heart, "What a graceful and generous demeanor, what a hero!" ”

He bowed slightly, and said with a light smile, "The king has a good reputation, and he is ashamed to be a little one!" Having said that, a hint of joy inadvertently crossed his eyes did not escape King Qin's eyes.

King Qin just waved his hand slightly and said, "You don't have to be too humble, there are only a handful of people in the world today who can be worthy of the praise of widows, since the widows recognize you, there is no need to say more." But in my heart, I thought that [in the end, he is a young man, no matter how talented he is, no matter how calm his heart is, he is still not mature enough after all!] However, it would be a good thing if such a young talent could really be used by the empire.

Jun Yixuan also smiled lightly, "Yes, Xiao Ke has been taught." ”

"Okay, gossip, what is the matter with you coming to the widow today?" The smile retracted, and he returned to the style of the iron-blooded emperor who was proud of the world.

Jun Yixuan didn't care, with a flick of his long sleeves, his hands behind his back, and still with a calm smile, he said softly, "Yixuan came today to give the king a gift." ”

"Oh? Where does the gift come from! This handsome young man met him for the first time, not only did he not have any timidity, but he actually came here for gifts in such a grand manner, and a trace of curiosity rose in King Qin's heart.

"Yixuan knows that the king is thrifty, so this gift is not luxurious, just a simple head." Giving away a human head is equivalent to giving away a human life, the so-called life and death matters are related to human life, but he is so indifferent, as simple as stepping on an ant.

"First level! Who's head-" Speaking of the head, King Qin couldn't help but think of the scene that happened in the main hall, it was the only time in his life that his life was in danger, and he believed that it would be the only time, but once he was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the grass rope, he shuddered every time he thought of it, and now he couldn't help frowning lightly when he heard a sentence that was almost revisited in the old matter.

Jun Yixuan saw that King Qin frowned, and said lightly, "The king is calm for a while, don't be impatient, before Xiao Ke explains his intentions, can you ask the king to deign to answer Xiao Ke a few questions." ”

"Yes! You ask! In this way, King Qin's brows furrowed even tighter, but he did not refute Jun Yixuan, but agreed.

"Is there any difference between Jing Ke's assassination of Qin this time and the information obtained by the king?" Jun Yixuan asked softly in a respectful tone.

"Of course—"

"The black ice platform and the net, but this time there are no clues, but no?"

"Of course—"

"That's right, and Yixuan came here this time to send the mastermind's head to the king."

"Huh? Could it be that the mastermind is not only Yan Dan, but also others. It was only at this moment that King Qin asked with a slight difference, and the doubts that had been lying in his heart all along.

"Otherwise, although the mastermind this time is Yan Dan, it is the young monarch of Yan Kingdom, Yan Hong, who separates the Luo Net from the Black Ice Terrace intelligence system." After saying a sentence, he smiled slightly, and his right hand behind his back clenched his fist slightly, with a look of Zhizhu holding it.

"Yan Dan's eldest son, Yan Hong, how did he come to such a huge force to isolate Great Qin's intelligence network?" There was a hint of anger and a hint of doubt in King Qin's tone, it was obvious that he had been negligent this time.

"King Qiyu, Yan Hong's son can be described as a genius, in just a few years, he has built a huge intelligence network for Yan Guo with the help of the Mo family, and it is in this way that the intelligence of Great Qin can be isolated." The key point is that the language is concise and concise, without delay, showing the demeanor of a general.

"Yan Hong, Mo family, good, very good, then according to what you said before, have you killed Yan Hong and want to sacrifice the head to the widow?" After saying two good words in a row, his words were full of anger, and finally he asked the key question.

"No, Xiao Ke didn't bring Yan Hong's head here, but he already knows where he is hiding."

"Really? Then see your information come in. The words were indifferent, without emotion at all, but Jun Yixuan could clearly feel the murderous intent in it, and then with a flip of his long sleeves, a roll of small bamboo slips appeared in his hand, held up with both hands, and bowed the bamboo slips above his head, which was the courtier's gift.

With a rush of broken steps, Zhao Gao cautiously presented the song to him.

Gently King Qin unfolded the music, and there were only a few lines of handwriting, but he carefully browsed it several times before he gently put down the bamboo slip again, and said to Jun Yixuan, "Young man, neither humble nor arrogant, not arrogant or impatient, you are very good, okay, you can step down!" It's the same good word, but the meaning is very different at this time.

Jun Yixuan, with a flick of his long sleeves, saluted slightly, exited the door, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly said, "There are seven kingdoms in the world, and the king is also the first person Yixuan sincerely admires." ”

"Haha--all the people of the world, you are the first person who dares to speak like this to a widow, you are good!" There was a burst of laughter, but he did not blame Jun Yixuan for his unreasonableness, showing the open-mindedness of a generation of emperors.

Sighing secretly, the young man ascended the throne and ruled Great Qin. Vertical and horizontal half life. This young man was the only one in his life who made this Great Qin Emperor unable to see through.

His thoughts gradually retracted, and there was a familiar footstep behind King Qin, and King Qin smiled slightly and asked lightly, "Zhao Gao, how are things going?" ”

"The slave is fortunate not to be dishonored!"

"Well, put on a shelf, Concubine Zheng Palace."

"Yes—"

No one praised or evaluated, but Zhao Gao knew in his heart that his master was very happy at the moment.

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Linzi, suburbs, small village.

The calm farmhouse yard and the quiet nature of the world, at first glance, you may not think that there will be hidden mysteries here.

The disciples of the Mo family are all over the world, and this is the largest stronghold of the Mo family in the Qi country, within a radius of 100 miles, these farmers who seem to be kind and simple are all the elite children of the Mo family, and they will give early warning in time if there is a slight disturbance.

And a calm courtyard, which is the center of this hundred miles, Yan Danzheng looked at his unconscious wife with a solemn expression, his resolute face was worried, but he was holding a note in his hand, and his whole body was already soaked in cold sweat.

There were not many words on the paper, only eight words - [Childe fell off the cliff, life and death are unknown], it was these eight words, but they smashed his heart, and his wife fainted when she received this news.

――Squeak――

The door was gently pushed open, and a pretty figure walked in, a vine purple and white turban, a navy blue bandeau dress, a half-gray-blue half-milky short-sleeved coat, white (wrapped with blue-purple ribbons) wrist guards + milky white boots. a thin ponytail tied up on the head; pale blue turban; bangs fluttering in the wind on the forehead; light as the moon, thin and long ink eyebrows; Thin pink lips. Only her eyes have never been casual. The clear eyes are fresh and bright, and the heart is moving. It was Duanmu Rong.

Yan Dan and Duanmu Rong looked at each other, but didn't say anything, she just walked quietly to the bed, and her slender jade hand gently pressed on Concubine Yan's vein.

The next moment, Duanmu Rong's face was flushed with worry, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she said to Yan Dan, "The crown princess is so sad that she hurts her heart, although the injury of this meridian is not strict, but this heart disease still requires heart medicine, Rong'er dared to ask, what made the crown princess grief-stricken?" ”

The hand in the sleeve trembled, took a deep breath, and handed the flying pigeon to Duanmu Rong, but did not say a word.

Gently took the letter, just glanced at it slightly, and felt a muffled sound in my head, only to feel a breath of blood pressure in my chest, and a black in front of my eyes.

Qiang Ziyungong, stabilized his mind, turned his head and asked Yan Dan tremblingly, "What I said above is he-" At this time, the person did not believe it, and there was still one ten-thousandth hope in his tone, hoping that this person was not the lover he cared about day and night in his heart.

"Yes—it's Hong'er." There is endless sadness and decline in the tone, if this is the case, it is equivalent to a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

There is no crying, no shouting, no tears, only a faint bloodshot slowly overflowing from the lips.

Sighing softly, Yan Dan even regretted that she shouldn't tell her the news, but at this time, the wood was already in the boat, Yan Dan could only put her hand behind her back, and had refined her internal force to repair her internal injuries, but as Duanmu Rong said just now, heart disease still needs heart medicine, if Yan Hong really dies young, there will be many years in this world to be sad.

"Rong'er, you can stay here with Madame these days, I have to leave for some things!" Yan Dan looked at the woman who was equivalent to her daughter-in-law, and said in a kind tone.

"Yes—please rest assured, Your Highness."

"In the future, there is no need to mention the title of His Highness, how can a down-and-out person be considered His Highness, why don't you call me uncle!"

Tears slipped down little by little, but the corners of her mouth finally showed a smile, but this smile was so poignant and sour, "Rong'er has seen uncle-"

A call, a lifetime of responsibility, a lifetime of commitment, even if it is true that heaven and man are separated forever, she has no regrets for life.

The heart belongs to the king, there is no regret for life, ask for love, ask the heart, life and death go hand in hand!