When Yingzi Chu died, no one knew, only that the day before, he scattered everyone, leaving him alone in the dormitory.

When the eunuchs and attendants entered the dormitory the next day, several crows were perched on the eaves of the dormitory, and the dark birds stood out in the daylight.

When they walked into the hall, Ying Zichu was sitting on the edge of the bed and was silent.

In less than three years, three generations of Qin kings passed away one after another, and a layer of haze shrouded in Xianyang City.

Some remarks with ulterior motives have spread among the people, and some people say that it is because of the contention between the DPRK and China.

Some people even blamed the death of King Qin on the karma of Qinzhong, Qin land was invaded all the year round, and was called the country of tigers and wolves by other countries, so the perennial debt industry made the life of these two generations of Qin kings short.

The news spread to other countries, and because of this news, all the countries that had just been defeated in Hangu breathed a sigh of relief.

None of them thought that the 200,000 troops of the Hezong State would be swallowed up by the Qin State like that.

Although, in the final analysis, the defeat was due to discord in the country.

However, according to Wei Wuji, this battle could have annihilated tens of thousands of people in Qin first, but before entering the Han Valley, it was blocked by an army and fell short.

The army was only 10,000, but it made it impossible for the 200,000 troops to advance for more than an inch, calling it a trap.

The countries are silent, and the army is trapped, this fierce army has been haunted in many countries several years ago, and it is a murderous name. There were only hundreds of people who killed Zhou Wei and were called mourners. As a forbidden army in the Qin State, no one thought that this army had expanded to 10,000 people, and the fierce wind of the Qin army was even more fierce than before.

This generation of Qin kings also had great plans, the coalition army was defeated, the military strength of the five countries was damaged, and no one was sure to resist the counterattack of Qin. Just when the countries were anxious, the news of King Qin's death came, and they almost celebrated with wine.

No matter how the people reacted, the Qin dynasty had indeed made a move.

For no other reason, this generation of Prince Qin is different from before, Yingzi Chu died at the age of his prime, and Prince Qin Yingzheng was only eleven years old.

For a time, most of the eyes of the court fell on Gongzi's mansion.

There have even begun to be people secretly visiting the biggest minister of the Qin State today, the Prime Minister of the Qin State, Lu Buwei.

The only thing that makes people wonder is that Lu Buwei still hasn't reacted so far, everything is just like normal. It seems that he was full of grief for the death of the king of Qin, and all the people who visited him were closed.

Most of the people in the court know what kind of person Lü Buwei is, and he is eager for power, and he is a real businessman.

But now he made a gesture of innocence, as if he was afraid of being harmed by something.

Since Lü Buwei was like this, those who had a heart could only find another way out and began to secretly form a gang, and they were sure that there would be a big movement in the DPRK and China in the near future.

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Gu Nan sat at the table, the tea on the table had been put aside for a long time, and the residual heat of the warm tea had already dissipated and turned into cold water.

It was rare for her to arrive early today, but Yingzheng did not.

A gust of wind from some place blew a piece of white petals to the edge of the cup, Gu Nan stretched out two fingers, picked up the petals and gently turned them in his hand.

The snow-white petals slowly turned, but a butterfly flew over, and the white butterfly stopped fluttering in Gu Nan's hand, stretching its wings in front of the petals.

It's like being obsessed with that petal.

Gu Nan looked at the butterfly blankly for a moment, and suddenly smiled.

Butterfly loves flowers, I often listen to that guy on his lips, think about it, I like it very much.

"The passing years are like hemp, if you really come to life again, you won't be born in this troubled world."

The butterfly flapped its wings and disappeared as it flew between the flowers and trees.

Gu Nan picked up the teacup in front of him, brought it to his mouth, and put cold water into his throat.

"Mr. Gu." Ying Zheng's voice sounded behind Gu Nan.

Gu Nan turned his head, this kid lowered his eyes, as if he had grown up a lot overnight, and he was no longer the same child as before.

"Here we are." Gu Nan was about to stretch out his hand on his head, but stopped again, the young man in front of him was really no longer a child.

Retracting her hand, Gu Nan smiled, she understood that she might be able to say something at this time, but she was not a person who was good at words, and when the words came to her mouth, she didn't know what to say.

In the end, he just said, "Sit down." ”

Ying Zheng nodded yes and sat down at the table, with some redness in his eyes.

After Ying Zichu died, he left him a box of books.

Since he was a child, Ying Zichu didn't seem to have much time to be by his side, and he always seemed to have endless things to do, people to see endlessly, and he never had time to see him a few times.

It wasn't until last night that a secret guard suddenly appeared, and he realized that his father had left something for him.

What he didn't expect was that the things recorded in the book made him read it all night.

There are no details on it, recording the life skills of twenty-six important members of the imperial court, their daily actions, and marking whether they are credible or not, and whether they can be considered.

wrote about the political and political disappearances in recent years, and the important affairs of various places.

Wrote administrative recommendations for the future, which can be done in the future.

wrote the orders of the army and the current situation in the world.

It seems that he is afraid that he will not write clearly enough, and the corners of the short book are full of thin small characters and annotations, and it can be seen that he has made up over and over again.

The language is a little stiff, but I try my best to be kind, and I add a few daily advices: get up early in the morning, rest early in the evening, and add some clothes when it's cold. It's a strange read.

It's like a father who doesn't know how to speak, telling his children about what he has gained, everything he can teach his children, everything he should tell, and trying to make it clear what he wants to say at once.

It's as if he was by Yingzheng's side, carefully handing over the gains of his life to him.

A box of bamboo slips, more than 30 volumes, Ying Zheng did not rest, and read them all in one go.

By the time I finished reading it, it was just dawn outside.

The light shines through the window on the bamboo slips, and on the last few strokes, the ink marks seem to have not dried away, but the old man is gone.