Qin State, Xianyang Palace, Imperial Study.

The gloomy sky, the black clouds are dense, and the purple electric light crosses the nine skies, like the heavenly dragon, the power of thunder has been regarded as the power of heaven since ancient times, whether it is the emperor or the common people, they all have the awe of the sky.

In front of the window, Ying Zheng was dressed in white, with two five-clawed golden dragons embroidered on the cuffs, a golden hairband and a red dragon hovering over it, and the long black hair was combed like this.

Zhao Gao, who was dressed in a black and red robe, took a rapid step at the moment, walking between the corridor and the royal road, the original look that had not changed for thousands of years, but at this moment there was a trace of anxiety, and he continued to walk, but his ghost-like eyes inadvertently looked towards his right sleeve, and the originally loose sleeve robe was tense at this moment, as if it contained this very important thing.

――Boom――

There was a thunderous explosion, and the thick purple divine dragon seemed to be enraged, and it slid rapidly from the clouds, impartially, and landed straight on a side hall in Xianyang Palace.

――Stinging――

Between the lightning and flint, the gorgeous palace that was originally intact was already burning in the next moment, and while walking rapidly, Zhao Gao's footsteps stopped for a moment at this moment, raising his head and looking at the burning palace in the distance.

At this moment, there were already teams of Praetorian Guards already moving rapidly in that direction, and it was obvious that it was urgent to extinguish the fire!

Closing the sleeve robe again, Zhao Gao's eyes crossed a wisp of imperceptible pleasure at this moment, maybe this wisp of happiness buried in his heart didn't even notice it!

In this huge Xianyang Palace, he has seen too much, learned too much, and also experienced too much, many years have passed, he has learned to hide, learned to grovel, learned to flatter, all of which have achieved the current Zhao Gao.

In front of outsiders, he is a mystery, and no one can understand him, because those who understand him have already gone to another world.

In Li Si's eyes, he is a minion, a good minion who is loyal to the empire, and a bridge between Li Si and the inner court.

In the eyes of the moon god, he is a ghost, a ghost shrouded in darkness forever, every time he meets Zhao Gao, the moon god will feel a cold air coming, and no one will know what his inner world is.

In front of the door of the imperial study, Zhao Gao's soft but humble voice sounded, "Slave Zhao Gao has something to do!" ”

"Come in—"

is still without a trace of fluctuation, no sorrow or joy, no anger or joy, he is the only person in this world who Zhao Gao can't see through, and he is also the only person in this world who can see through Zhao Gao.

In Ying Zheng's eyes, Zhao Gao may be just a hunting dog under his feet, no, maybe not even a hunting dog, just a puppet who lets himself pull the strings, and life and death are only in his own thoughts.

"Tell me, how are things going?"

"King Qiqi, the information has been sent, please take a look!"

Bending down slightly, there was no expression on his feminine face, but there was a trace of humility and indelible fear in his eyes, and a cyan bamboo slip was held up with both hands and walked up the jade steps.

A slender hand gently covered the bamboo slips, unconsciously, Zhao Gao's body trembled slightly, but in an instant, there was a calm that had not changed for ten thousand years.

The white-clothed emperor crossed a perfect arc around his mouth, and his fingertips exerted force, slowly unfolding the bamboo slips, and his sharp eyes like an eagle falcon fell on the cyan bamboo sticks, and the neat small seal font fell in Ying Zheng's eyes.

There was a touch of approval in his eyes, Li Si's font he was very familiar with, and he sighed in his heart, if it weren't for Li Si's "Book of Exhortations" back then, he almost missed this Wang Zuozhicai.

"Since Li Si already has a countermeasure, let him handle it!"

The vermilion knife and pen on the cyan bamboo slips, carefully annotated, stamped the royal seal, and said lightly to Zhao Gao.

"Yes—the slave obeys!"

He bowed, turned around slowly, and walked down the jade steps with small steps.

"Bring two words to Li Si, [Caution]!"

Zhao Gao walked to the door, but the majestic voice of King Qin sounded in Zhao Gao's ears again, the hand caged in his sleeve trembled slightly, and then he clenched his fist tightly, his slender nails were already embedded in the flesh at this moment, and the blood slipped down like thin threads like a wide sleeve robe, but he didn't realize it.

"Yes—the slave obeys!"

Click! ――――――

A purple electric light slipped down again, and the gloom that was ready to go could no longer be suppressed at this moment, like the Milky Way being discharged, and the rain curtain in the sky unfolded in an instant.

The clothes danced, and the white-clothed emperor could only be heard muttering to himself, "This day - it's going to change!" ”

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In the Ghost Maple Valley, the remnant sun shone as red as blood, and little by little poured down from the clouds as red as coals, and the entire valley seemed to be covered with a thin blood-colored gauze.

Under a hundred-year-old tree, Weizhuang stopped his sword and stood. Between the white hair fluttering, his eyes always looked at the delicate ring in his hand, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and there was a wisp of memories that could not be dissolved.

――Sasha――

There was a sound of light footsteps, and a slender red figure appeared in Wei Zhuang's sight, with a doting smile on his lips, the long sword was sheathed, and he leaned slightly lazily on the hundred-year-old tree behind him, and said lightly, "As expected, you are still here, hehe." ”

Five steps away, Chi Lian stood up, sighed softly, and asked a little melancholy.

"You- really, promised them?"

didn't answer, but just nodded a little indifferently, perhaps, at this time, silence is better than sound.

"You--promised Lees, but that man is his father!"

The beautiful delicate body is trembling at the moment, but there is a hint of hysteria in the words, and the eagerness is overflowing.

"I know, but in today's situation, whether it is you, me, or him, there is no choice in the face of this qiē"

Chi Lian couldn't help but turn red at this moment, and the Chi Lian King Snake on his waist also accelerated the speed of winding at this moment, "But-"

"Hehe-no, you still can't forget him, I'm right, Red Lian!"

"I--"

Zhu's lips opened slightly, just highlighting a word with a little bitterness, but he couldn't say it, he just felt like a fish in his throat, and his heart was bitter.

"That's it! Chi Lian, don't think about it anymore, clutch and gathering and dispersing is fate, if you don't even trust yourself, how can you trust him! ”

With a big stride, the shark-toothed sword hung on his waist, the figure was already a few feet away, and only a word fluttered in the empty valley.

"Chi Lian, don't forget, he once said, [Flowers can be broken straight and must be broken, and there are no flowers and empty branches].

Raising his beautiful face, a trace of tenderness in his eyes, at this moment, Chi Lian seemed to recall those beautiful memories that he cherished in his heart.