"Childe, seeing Zhao Ling at this time, if he is discovered by Lu Buwei, wouldn't he waste such a chess piece in vain?" Bai Qi asked with a little confusion. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Chess pieces?" Ying Zheng said in a deep voice: "Uncle Shi thinks that he will be our chess piece?" ”

Bai Qi frowned and asked, "Could it be that he is still Lu Buwei's person?" ”

"Lü Buwei's people? Hum! If so, it's really good! ”

"Childe?" Bai Qi heard the anger in Yingzheng's words, and the anger was even stronger.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, not only is he not Lu Buwei's pawn, but he is also not a pawn in our hands. On the contrary, he regarded Lü Buwei and us as pawns in his hands! ”

"What!" Bai Qi exclaimed, "Could it be that there are other forces behind him?" ”

Ying Zheng shook his head and continued: "As for whether there are other forces, it's hard to say now. ”

"Then, presumably Lu Buwei won't be very relieved of him." Bai Qi guessed.

"Yes, otherwise, he wouldn't have been silent for eight years!"

Bai Qi nodded and said, "The old minister understands, and the old minister will order someone to bring it." ”

……

On Xianyang Street, outside an inconspicuous restaurant, a handsome middle-aged man stood.

The man was eight feet long, dressed in white, and had a gentle and elegant appearance, which had a Confucian flavor.

"It's finally here!"

Zhao Ling slowly raised his head and stared at a side window, his words contained a helpless sigh, but at the same time, there was a taste of relief.

"Yo, guest officer, please inside!" The shopkeeper, who was napping, had a glimmer of light in his eyes, and hurriedly ran forward to greet Zhao Ling attentively.

"Go upstairs and turn right, Your Highness is waiting for you!"

When the shopkeeper approached, he said in a tone that only the two of them could hear.

"Hmm." Zhao Ling nodded imperceptibly.

"Squeak!"

Zhao Ling gently pushed open the somewhat old wooden door, and a young man and a middle-aged figure appeared in front of him.

"Weichen Zhao Ling, meet His Royal Highness the Prince!" Zhao Ling bent down and saluted.

Ying Zheng didn't reply, stood by the window, and stood with his hands in his hands.

"Squeak!"

Outside the window, there were a few crisp sounds of birds, as if to indicate the breath of spring.

However, the atmosphere in the room was getting colder and colder.

"Sit down!"

Finally, Ying Zheng still spoke, his eyes were like water, but it made Zhao Ling feel frightened.

"Whoa!" Zhao Ling bowed again.

"I heard that the uncle has now become Lu Xiang's guest. can be appreciated by Lu Xiang, I'm afraid, there are really not many people in the world! Ying Zheng picked up a glass of wine in front of the table, took a sip and said.

Zhao Ling's expression remained unchanged, and he replied with a slight smile: "This is thanks to His Royal Highness's love and recommendation of Weichen to Lord Xiangguo, and Weichen can have such an achievement." ”

"Back then, my mother and I were left in Handan, and thanks to my uncle's care, we were able to survive. Under the guidance of his uncle, he entered the teacher's door, and this kindness was remembered by the government. ”

"Your Highness, gifted and intelligent, has a noble status, and has its own extraordinary encounters. Mencius once said that the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first work hard and work their muscles and bones. Ling, dare not take credit. Zhao Ling bent down and said.

Ying Zheng drank the wine in his hand and stared straight at Zhao Ling, who was extremely humble.

"Lu Xiang, when you enter the palace at night, I guess my uncle should know something!" After a long time, Ying Zheng continued to ask.

Zhao Ling's lips hooked slightly, and he replied: "It's not a secret, the king's illness is inseparable from Lord Xiangguo!" ”

"Oh?" Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, as if he was deaf to this news that shocked the world, and continued to ask, "Is that all?" ”

"And?" Zhao Ling looked surprised and looked at Ying Zheng with some puzzlement.

"Your Highness, I don't understand." Zhao Ling shook his head and replied.

"I have heard of Lu Xiang's superb medical skills. However, what kind of poison is it that is worthy of Lu Xiangguo's personal risk, and it will take nearly a whole night to arrange it? ”

Suddenly, the temperature in the room plummeted. The wine in front of Zhao Ling was also windless.

"Lord Xiangguo's plan is not something that Wei Chen can guess......" Zhao Ling shook his head and continued to deny it.

"Whew!"

Ying Zheng pulled out the Tianwen on his waist, and the sharp sword qi rushed straight to Zhao Ling.

"Buzz!"

The Tianwen Sword was almost attached to Zhao Ling's scalp, hanging but not falling.

"Click!"

There was a crisp sound, and the jade crown on Zhao Ling's head cracked in response. Zhao Ling's black hair was also scattered, looking a little embarrassed.

"Zhao Ling, do you want to die?" Ying Zheng's sword was as steady as a mountain, and a trace of blood flowed down the bridge of Zhao Ling's nose.

The Tianwen Sword buzzed, and Zhao Ling could even feel the chill above his head.

"Hehe, what does Your Highness mean by this?" Zhao Ling was slightly stunned, and then asked with a smile.

"Do you really think I'm a fool?" Ying Zheng's immortal power was released, and the layers of rolling immortal power were like a tide, surging towards Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling is only in the early stage of congenitalism, although it is not bad among ordinary people, but in front of Yingzheng, this bit of strength, two waves can't turn up.

The surging immortal power overwhelmed Zhao Ling, and he could only blush, and reluctantly said: "Wei Chen really doesn't know what His Highness means!" ”

"Lü Buwei entered the palace at night, what is it for! Say! Ying Zheng's eyes were staring at Zhao Ling tightly, not letting go of the slightest change in expression.

"Huh...... Scold. Genius, hero...... Beauty! Zhao Ling reluctantly told what Lu Buwei really did.

"Buzz!"

A sword light passed against Zhao Ling's cheek, completely shattering the row of furniture behind Zhao Ling.

"Poof!" Under the powerful sword aura, Zhao Ling was also seriously injured in an instant, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Childe!" At this time, Bai Qi also understood Yingzheng's true purpose of looking for Zhao Ling. was also shocked by Zhao Ling's audacity.

"So, you admit it?" Ying Zheng put away Tianwen, and there was not the slightest anger on his calm face.

"Huh." Zhao Ling nodded and did not deny it.

Although in his previous life, Lü Buwei also caused trouble in the palace, but that was because he was very weak in his previous life, not to mention dealing with Lü Buwei, even if he knew about it, it was also because of Chang Yu's drunken gaffe.

In today's Yingzheng, the position of the crown prince has been consolidated early, and his prestige has made King Qin and his son Chu jealous. Even if he did not defeat the Five Kingdoms, Yingzheng's status as the crown prince could not be easily shaken.

However, Zhao Ji was in the deep palace, so he naturally didn't know so much about the situation above the court. At that time, Ying Cheng ascended to the dynasty, and even won the position of overlord of the army, which naturally threatened Ying Zheng's status in Zhao Ji's opinion.

According to Zhao Ji's thoughts, although Ying Zheng has the support of the old Qin family, Ying Cheng naturally also has the support of the Chu family. The rest, which can have decisive power, is only the wavering Dongdong system.

As the boss of the Eastern Cuisine Department, Lu Buwei naturally became the target of Zhao Ji's desire to win over.

However, Zhao Ji is a woman, what is worthy of Lu Buwei's heart? I'm afraid it's only the dew love affair of more than ten years ago.

However, no matter how bold Lü Buwei is, he also needs to take into account the identity and status of Yingzheng today. If no one instigated him, he would never have been so hasty and did such a thing as entering the palace at night. And those who have the conditions to instigate the two of them at the same time are the only ones left, Lu Buwei's doorman, Zhao Ji's brother, Zhao Ling.

If there was no Zhao Ling to take the lead, Lu Buwei would never dare to find others to test Zhao Ji's tone. And the only one who can convince Zhao Ji, or deceive Zhao Ji, is Zhao Ling, who still has a trace of blood love with Zhao Ji.

Everything was done by Zhao Ling alone.

Thinking that he had gained such momentum and power in this life, Lü Buwei dared to pay attention to his mother's head, and a killing intent unconsciously condensed in Yingzheng's heart.

"So, you're ready to die?" Ying Zheng asked in a flat tone.

"Hehe, Your Highness, if Weichen doesn't do this, can you make up your mind to break the net with Lu Buwei?" A hint of a smile flashed across Zhao Ling's pale and bloodless face.

"Zhao Ling, you are very good!" Ying Zheng held Tianwen and slowly walked to the door, "In this life and this life, you are still the first person to treat me as a swordman!" ”

"However, you also have to pay the price......" Ying Zheng's figure gradually disappeared between the corridors, leaving only a sentence full of murderous intent.

"Hehe, ahem!" Zhao Ling leaned against the wall and barely stood up.

That fierce sword qi still remained on the wall, and Bai Qi didn't know when it disappeared.

Zhao Ling gently stroked the broken furniture and murmured softly: "Very good, the stronger you are, the greater my chance of revenge." Isn't it? ”

PS: Regarding what was said in the book review, the protagonist knew that Lü Buwei would cause trouble in the palace, why didn't he stop it. The author just wants to say, how does the protagonist know? Past life memories? History has changed before the protagonist returns home, and if it were you, would you know what the unknown future holds? Or, if it weren't for the author writing like this, would you think that Lü Buwei would have the courage to act boldly when Yingzheng was so strong? Everything has to make sense, doesn't it?

The author has been laying the groundwork for a long time in order to write this chapter, and it has been foreshadowing it from the beginning. A book, if written as a matter of course, is easy. However, it is certainly not wonderful to write it like this. At the point of Zhao Ji, the author has already put a lot of pressure on him, and some people even added a group to scold me. But the author wants to say that I insist on writing only the best, or the best I can. The wonderful plot is nothing more than unexpected but deserved, and there is a big gap between the front and back flips, so that it looks like it has a taste.