At the end of the year, the first emperor made his second tour of the east.

The first emperor of the sand dunes contracted the disease, and the illness was difficult to heal.

The carriage on the side of the road stopped, with fallen leaves between the wheels, and the horses stood on the side of the road and trampled on the horse's hooves, turning up the dirt on the ground, and from time to time they made a snort.

In winter, the sun shines on a rare day, bringing a bit of warmth. Through the leaves, they fall on the trunks and the ground, and the spots of light are scattered.

Gu Nan and Li Si stood in front of the tent, and there was a coughing sound from the tent, and then a somewhat dull voice sounded: "Two gentlemen, come in." ”

The soldiers in front of the door lifted the curtains, and Gu Nan and Li Si walked into the tent.

The light in the tent is somewhat dim, and there is a bed in the middle.

The person on the bed described it as withered, and he couldn't see the upright figure at all.

There was dust in the air, and it was a little uncomfortable to breathe.

The soldier was about to put down the curtain, and the person on the bed waved his hand: "Don't put it down, the widow wants to breathe." ”

The soldier nodded and tied the curtain.

The wind outside came in, and the dullness of the air was reduced.

The man on the bed coughed a few more times, turned his head sideways, and looked at the soldier outside the door: "You guys should stand down first." ”

The soldiers outside the door nodded, bowed and retreated, leaving only the three men in the tent.

"Sir, please be seated." Ying Zheng said softly, pointing to the two cushions next to the bed, and even then he didn't seem to have the strength to raise his voice.

Gu Nan and Li Si bowed silently and sat down.

"What happened to the widow's illness?" Ying Zheng lay there, put his hands on his body, and opened his pale lips and asked.

Li Si's face showed a look of embarrassment, and he didn't speak.

He had asked the doctor before, but the doctor only confessed, but there was nothing he could do.

The two men in the tent did not answer.

Ying Zheng seemed to laugh with relief: "In fact, the widow himself knows that the widow should be killed." ”

"Your Majesty." Li Si wanted to speak, but Ying Zheng raised his hand lightly and didn't let him speak.

I just continued to speak softly.

"Since this eastern tour, I have seen countless displaced people, and the people's grievances have continued, and there are often unknown dead bones on the road. The epidemic is incurable, the autumn harvest is gone, the people are hungry and cold, and the world is like a prison······"

Ying Zheng said, looking blankly in front of him: "It's just that the widow doesn't understand." ”

"Is it the widow's fault, is it really the widow's strict government and strict law that deserves to be blamed by God?"

asked, but Gu Nan and Li Si didn't know how to answer.

Ying Zheng's eyes opened slightly, and his eyes were slightly red: "Is it really the widow's mistake?" Is it really Da Qin's mistake? ”

"Shouldn't Daqin end that troubled world, should let the beacon smoke spread everywhere?"

"Great Qin should not conquer the Xiongnu Baiyue, should let the people be plundered?"

"Daqin should not clean up the old nobles and divide them among the people, and let the people of the world starve and cold?"

Ying Zheng questioned, not knowing who to ask, just red eyes, and asked softly: "Is it really my Daqin who is wrong?" ”

The candle flame flickered beside the bed, reflecting his face a little bloody, no longer so pale.

He didn't ask anymore, but sighed weakly, as if he had sighed all he had in his life.

Then he coughed, and all that remained in the tent was a violent cough.

When the voice died down, Ying Zheng put down his hand, and his sleeves and hands were stained with blood.

He turned his head sideways to look at Gu Nan and Li Si on the side, and said in a deep voice: "Two gentlemen, it is difficult to understand political affairs when you help Su Shangyu. The north is unstable, and the country is in turmoil, but fortunately there are two gentlemen on the side. ”

"If you don't get good, please ask the two gentlemen to work hard······"

"Minister." Li Si's voice paused: "Obey." ”

"Mr. Li, please also ask you to draft an edict, after the death of the widow, the prince of Fusu will be appointed as the second ······"

Ying Zheng's voice intermittently finished the edict.

Li Si clasped his hands in front of him, lowered his head and retreated.

He walked out of the tent, but the light outside was cold on him.

He lowered his head, looked at his hand, and slowly clenched it again.

This Great Qin world should not be overturned by the sky.

The old and drooping figure took his hands and left in this chilling light.

In the tent, Gu Nan knelt beside Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng looked at her and suddenly laughed, and said softly: "Mr. Gu, why don't you say a word?" ”

didn't answer, but Ying Zheng smiled and continued to ask: "Mr. Gu, a widow, failed to seek that immortal ······ in the end."

Gu Nan raised his head and looked at the person on the bed.

"Sir." He looked at Gu Nan: "Why don't you let the widow regret it once, how about Mr. directly promise the widow one thing?" ”

After being silent for a while, Gu Nan nodded: "Okay." ”

Ying Zheng's gaze fell on Gu Nan's nail surface: "Sir, maybe take off the nail surface?" ”

Gu Nan was stunned for a moment, and finally raised his hand and took off the nail on his face.

The face was the same, not like an ordinary person, but the eyebrows were wrinkled, with a bit of twilight drooping.

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to stretch the frowning brows of the person in front of him.

He looked at the blood that had just been coughed up between his hands and sleeves, but he stopped his hand in the air and finally took it back, afraid that she would be dirty.

"Why is the gentleman always frowning, I haven't seen the gentleman smile for a long time."

Gu Nan frowned and showed a smile: "How can anyone laugh for nothing." ”

"Yes."

Ying Zheng turned his head with a smile, and in front of him, it seemed like white flowers were all over the sky.

A petal fell on his desk, and he tried to reach out and brush it away, but the gentleman sat in front of him, and he couldn't move.

The gentleman, dressed in a white robe, smiled in front of him and said, "I am much older than you, and it is your husband, how about calling you Zheng'er?" ”

The faces of the people among the flowers and trees are like flowers.

Ying Zheng's eyes shook slightly, and he said: "If Mr. Gu taught me under the white flower tree back then, how good would it be if the world remained the same?" ”

"The widow remembers Mr., I like the white-flowered tree the most, and I always look at the tree in a daze······"

Ying Zheng's voice became softer and softer, and in the end, his eyes closed slightly, as if he had really returned to the old days, and said softly.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate. The sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and moon are shining. The cold comes and the summer comes, and the autumn harvest is hidden in winter. Leap more than the age of adulthood, the law Lu tunes the yang. The clouds cause rain, and the dew turns into frost. Jin Sheng Lishui, jade out of Kungang ······"

"Mr. Gu, I, can I carry it right?"

······

The hand was no longer able to breathe, and it hung down from its body.

In that small courtyard back then, the wind blew through the low white trees, and the white flowers between the leaves spread out with the wind and flew into the air.

The gentleman in the white robe stood among the flowers and trees, his eyebrows relaxed.

The black-robed child sat at the table, reciting the book aloud.

The voice was immature, and it went away with the white petals of the wind blowing, and it spread far and wide.

until it was spread among the white clouds, and disappeared.