Chapter 115: The Portrait of the King Taishang

Crying is a very common manifestation of cathartic emotions.

However, it has been slowly given many cultural definitions by human civilization.

Cowardice is one of the most direct labels for crying.

Anyone can be cowardly, but a king cannot, because the whole world has begun to be cowardly, so what will become of this world?

So no one dared to say that the king was crying, and no one dared to think that the king was crying.

So when Lu Sheng and Han finally found out that Ying Zheng was crying in the direction where Wang Jian disappeared, he wished that he was blind now.

It's good to die, they are the two closest to Yingzheng.

Originally, I was amazed that Wang Qian, a hundred-year-old man, still had such divine power, and he could do such a bloody thing as cutting a donkey in front of the palace, which made them all become enthusiastic.

But when they found out that Ying Zheng was crying, the two of them instantly became cold, and they didn't even dare to breathe, secretly praying that Ying Zheng would not kill the two of them in order to hide their eyes.

Ying Zheng was crying, and no one dared to disturb him at all.

But fortunately, Ying Zheng may be crying in the wind, and the time is not long, and the cold voice that made everyone feel relieved came out, "Put away the donkey killed by the general and serve the ancestral temple." ”

From the voice, I couldn't hear the slightest abnormality of Ying Zheng.

Lu Sheng and Han Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to hurry down to help Meng Tian and stay away from Yingzheng.

"Two immortal masters, slow down." Zhao Congge's gloomy voice stopped the two.

Lu Sheng's body stiffened, exchanged glances with Han Zhong, turned his head to Zhao Congge, and said, "What do you command?" ”

"What should this donkey say?" Zhao Congge's eyes flashed with coldness.

Lu Sheng instantly understood, and began to communicate frantically with Han Zhong with his eyes, and finally smiled and said, "According to legend, there are beasts in the mountains, which are like sheep with four horns, and the horse's tail is far away, and its name is 䮝 (huan). When Zhu Rong killed the big carp, the protector broke Zhu Rong with four corners, Zhu Rong burned with the fire of yang essence, and the body died but the skin remained, and finally turned into a donkey, so the donkey skin is a nourishing holy object, because the body has the body of yang essence and the body of the beast, and the loyalty of the donkey is inherited from the donkey, so since the blood of the general is contained in the ground, the nine shades are shocked, and the meat is returned to the people, I wish the king a thousand autumns. Then you should serve the donkey's head in the ancestral temple, shake the imperial city with four hooves, cook donkey meat and reward the people, so as to protect the king for thousands of years. ”

After listening to Lu Sheng's words, Zhao Congge showed a satisfied look on his face, turned to Yingzheng who was still in a daze, and said, "Since the general is to embrace the king's grace, the king should follow the general's wishes, His Majesty feasted for three days to congratulate the general, and the general Zhangtai killed the donkey to show his loyalty, which is really a model for the people of the hundred officials, showing the kindness of the king, the king should not live up to the general's kindness, and it is also a beautiful talk of the king's virtuous and loyal ministers, what does the king think?" ”

Ying Zheng glanced at Zhao Congge with a slight cold gaze, and nodded his head to show permission.

Zhao Congge was ordered to prepare and take Lu Sheng and Han Zhong to prepare.

"Lu Jun came in with the widow to question." Ying Zheng stopped Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng followed Yingzheng into the hall and stood at the door.

Ying Zheng sat on the seat and took a sip of water, and asked, "What is the place on the shore of the Shaohai Sea?" ”

"Back then, Weichen was on the shore of the Shaohai Sea to meet the Xianmen high oath inheritance, although the five gods of the Xianmen Mountains are hidden in the ocean, but every hundred years there will still be a high oath to go down to earth, this time the high oath is on the shore of the Shaohai Sea." Lu Sheng replied respectfully.

"Is the Wang Ancestral Ancestral Hall really over there? As far as I know, the Wang family should be inherited from the descendants of Prince Ji Jin, and it should be the vein of the Central Plains, why is the ancestral shrine in the wild land of Liaodong? Ying Zheng stared at Lu Sheng with burning eyes.

"I don't know this for the minister, it's revealed by the hexagram." Lu Shengcheng said, "However, the Wang family should be older than the crown prince Jin, it should be able to be traced back to the Xia Dynasty, and the reason why the prince Jin changed his surname to Wang is the surname that was passed down after the envy of the family and the crane soared, so it is very likely that the ancestral temple is the more ancient Wang family in the hexagram." ”

Ying Zheng frowned, squinted his eyes, and looked at Lu Sheng with some suspicion, "You should know, what will happen if the general asks me to divide Liaodong to him?" ”

"Weichen doesn't know, Weichen is just alchemizing for His Majesty, and I don't know anything else." Lu Sheng's face did not change his face.

Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction, "This is very good, as for the things you instigated eighteen, the widow is not to blame in the past, it should be your little cleverness, but you must know that the most disliked thing by the widow is the little cleverness, not as an example." ”

Lu Sheng hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Thank you, King Shanglongen." ”

"What is the Dark Path in Zhongnan Mountain? Your fellow disciples? Ying Zheng picked up the jade seal on the project and played with it.

"Back to Your Majesty, the Underworld Dao is a inheritance and another Xianmen inheritance, but it has some origins with Fang Immortal Dao, the main cultivation of the Underworld Dao is the afterlife, not immortality, and the means are vicious." Lu Sheng said respectfully.

"Oh? Afterlife? "Ying Zheng's pupils shrank" is the first time I've heard of it, what is the afterlife? ”

"Wechen just heard about it." Lu Sheng said, "The Dark Qing Dao believes that the three souls and seven spirits of a person can be separated, and after cultivating the Tao, the soul can be separated from the body, find a suitable life, and then take it away, they call these means the afterlife. ”

"So bad?" Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Aren't you afraid of God's curse?" ”

"Well, these micro-ministers don't know, but the Dark Qingdao Dao has indeed been extinct for nearly a hundred years, and I didn't expect there to be a heritage." Lu Sheng smiled.

"Go out, let Meng Tian send the general." Ying Zheng waved his hand, drove Lu Sheng away, and shouted at the back hall, "Zhao Gao, bring eighteen out." ”

After a while, Zhao Gao, who was carrying Hu Hai, walked over from the back hall and knelt in front of Ying Zheng.

"You can also go down and help Zhan Shi." After Ying Zheng drove away Zhao Gao, he beckoned to Hu Hai, who was not promised.

Hu Hai hesitated, trotted to Yingzheng, and said in a glutinous voice, "Father." ”

"Why do you call the general the great father?" Ying Zheng asked with a smile on his face.

"Erchen, I don't know." Hu Hai shrank his shoulders a little timidly, "I just saw the general shake his head, so he blurted out." ”

"The general is very much like the Taishang King?" Ying Zheng smiled and touched his head.

Hu Hai nodded seriously: "It is very similar to the portrait of my father in the study." ”

Ying Zheng was slightly stunned, remembering the portrait he had drawn, and pursed his lips.

In fact, he didn't have much impression of his father, Ying Yiren, because on the day he was not born, Ying Yiren left Zhao Ji, who was still pregnant, and took advantage of Qin's siege of Wang Qi to Handan, and followed Lü Buwei back to Qin.

And after returning to China, Ying Yiren didn't seem to remember his unborn son.

Ying Zheng, who was just born, took the place of the entire Qin State to bear the wrath of the Zhao State, until he was nine years old, Ying Yiren became the crown prince, and Lü Buwei was able to take Zhao Ji and Ying Zheng back to the Qin State against public opinion.

Ying Zheng, who has suffered humiliation and suffering for many years, thought that he could finally get out of that hellish place, and thought that he could enjoy the blessing of his father, but he didn't expect that on the day he returned home, he was greeted only by Ying Yiren's indifferent and pale face.

Until Ying Yiren died, the number of times Ying Zheng saw this father could be counted with one hand, and the number of conversations was even more handful.

Among them, the longest time, the longest time the father and son got along, was at the funeral of Ying Yiren, Ying Zheng, as the heir of the prince, was responsible for presiding over the ceremony.

So Ying Zheng doesn't have any feelings for Ying Yiren, and he doesn't even have the slightest impression.

But thinking of that painting, the smile on the corner of Ying Zheng's mouth became softer and softer, "When did you see that painting?" I remember I seemed to be locked up? ”

"Hmm...."Hu Hai was a little timid and wanted to speak.

"Say, Father will not blame you." Ying Zheng laughed softly and patted Hu Hai's head.

"Actually, in fact, there was a time when I was playful and fell asleep in the study, and when I woke up, I saw my father painting that picture, and in the swaying lights, I accompanied my father and watched it for a long time, so my son guessed that it should be the king of the Taishang." Hu Hai pursed his lips, as if he was a little lonely and uneasy, "Because, the way my father looked at the painting at that time was the same as when his son looked at your portrait." ”

Ying Zheng's heart trembled inexplicably, and he held Hu Hai in his arms for the first time in his life.

Hu Hai's somewhat fat body instantly became as stiff as a piece of iron, and he was so shocked that his breathing froze.

He never thought that his father would hold him.

The shock and happiness made the eight-year-old child whimper like a young beast.

Ying Zheng hugged Hu Hai, his son's tears quickly wet the neckline of his regular clothes, the corners of his mouth moved, and finally he didn't say words of comfort, just sighed softly.

Ying Zheng's painting is indeed the King Taishang, but it is the King Taishang in Ying Zheng's mind, the 'King Taishang' who accompanied him through the most painful and difficult dark years, and always took him into his arms when he was in danger. ’

Ying Zheng will never forget the warmth and sense of security brought by the embrace of the 'Taishang King'.

But Ying Zheng knew that he had gradually forgotten the 'Taishang King' in these years, and it was not until he was mentioned by Hu Hai today that it sounded.

It turned out how much I used to trust and rely on that person.

Ying Zheng's gaze followed the lantern outside, and the shadows of the trees swayed by the wind, but his gaze became more and more resolute.