In the Qin Kingdom, in a palatial palace, the two were pecking and drinking lightly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Sitting at the top is a middle-aged man in a black python robe, his upright facial features look a little cloudy under the dim oil lamp, this person is Zhao Zheng's biological father, Zhao Zichu, the son of Qin.

"No, how long will it take?" Zi Chu's voice was not as gloomy as he seemed now, but with plenty of masculinity, his eyes stared at the other middle-aged man in the hall, and his eyes revealed a bit of love and eagerness.

"Childe, the king's body has begun to fail, and it will return to ......heaven in five years at most," Lu Buwei said in a low voice.

"Ben Gongzi knows, but don't forget. After the king goes, there is still an Guojun, when will it be my turn! Zichu stared at Lu Buwei and said.

"Please be relieved, An Guojun's frail and sick body is a well-known thing, and it will be much easier to take medicine when the time comes." Lu Buwei said respectfully.

"Can you ......?"

"Childe!" Lu Buwei didn't wait for Zi Chu to finish speaking, so he interrupted with a roar.

"That's it." Zhao Zichu waved his hand in disappointment.

"I hope Gongzi understands! The king is a generation of heroes, not to mention resourceful, but also has a deep internal force. If the dosage is increased, not only the king will be aware of it, but also the CRRC Mansion will also find it. Lu Buwei arched his hand and persuaded.

Zhao Zichu listened to Lu Buwei's explanation, but did not make any answer, and said in a deep voice after a while: "This son has endured it for so long, and he lowered his eyebrows to please Mrs. Huayang and the Chu family, so naturally he doesn't care about waiting for a few more years!" ”

"Thank you for your understanding." Lu Buwei seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

In the main hall, only the sound of the two of them drinking lightly remained, and after a while, Lu Buwei got up and said to Zi Chu: "Childe, the time is not early, if there is nothing else, the subordinate will retire." ”

"Hmm!" Zhao Zichu picked up his wine glass and agreed casually.

In the face of Zhao Zichu's slightly unreasonable actions, Lu Buwei didn't care, but bowed again with a few thoughtful manners, and slowly retreated towards the door.

"Chaoshang, or Qin State, how many people from your miscellaneous family are there?" Just as Lu Buwei was about to walk to the door, Zi Chu in the hall suddenly asked loudly.

Lu Buwei paused when he heard the footsteps, and the hands in the wide sleeves were not slightly clenched into fists, and then quickly released. Lu Buwei turned around, folded his hands, his tone remained steady, and replied respectfully: "As many people are helping Gongzi, there are as many people as there are people from miscellaneous families." ”

"So, Fan Xiang is also your person?!" Zhao Zichu said with a little anger.

"There is no mutual contact between the miscellaneous families, and the subordinates don't know whether Fan Xiang is a member of the miscellaneous family." Lu Buwei said in the same tone.

"Really?" Zhao Zichu squinted his eyes and said.

"Don't dare to deceive your son."

"Let's go!" Zhao Zichu waved his hand and signaled that Lu Buwei could go out.

"Whoa!"

After Lü Buwei left, a richly dressed beauty walked out slowly from the side door next to her.

"He still lied to me!" Zhao Zichu slammed the cup in his hand to the ground and said with anger.

"He is a businessman, and he is just a strange commodity to live in." The beauty slowly walked in front of Zhao Zichu, picked up the wine glass placed on the ground, and put it on the table in front of Zhao Zichu.

"Not bad! A hand-handed strange goods can live, but the world is famous! ”

"Husband, don't be angry, if he Lu Buwei, or the miscellaneous family behind him, has nothing to ask for, isn't it a big joke in the world? Will the husband still use him? Beauty whispered with relief.

"Huh! That's true. Wait! One day, my son will sit on the throne in a dignified manner, and let them prostrate at my feet! ”

"Don't worry, uncle, they will definitely help you, but ......" Beauty's eyes were full of brilliance.

"Ai Ji, don't worry, my throne will definitely be Huan'er's."

"Thank you, Mr. Thanks." The beauty gently leaned her body into Zhao Zichu's arms and snuggled and said.

The streets of Xianyang, which had already fallen at night, were deserted, and occasionally a team of neatly dressed Qin soldiers with armor walked by.

A simple carriage slowly moved on the streets of Xianyang, and more than a dozen samurai armed with swords on both sides of the carriage guarded the carriage in neat steps.

"Whew!" A breeze blew through a corner as the carriage turned, lifting the curtain behind the carriage slightly.

Inside the carriage, Lu Buwei glanced at the people and slowly stood up.

The person who came bent down and handed a wooden sign to Lu Buwei, and there was no other word.

"Whoosh!" Another bang. Next to the carriage, one of the samurai who walked at the end glanced back vigilantly, and there was not even a single ant on the silent street, let alone people. The samurai shook his head in confusion, then straightened his posture and moved on.

As soon as the warrior turned his head, a dark shadow flew swiftly over the house.

"Stop!" The carriage had not been long forward before it was stopped by a patrol sergeant.

"Who are you! Why are you still walking on the streets after curfew! The sergeant's commander shouted, casually signaling his subordinates to erect a long ge, and facing the group in a semi-encircled state, and some even took out a rocket, ready to launch a distress signal at any time.

The people around the carriage did not panic, and in the face of the sergeant holding Changge, they did not draw the long sword in their hands, and even the formation of the station did not change.

In front of the carriage, a warrior took out a token from his sleeve and said to Shi Chang: "My lord is a guest of Gongzi Chu, and today's banquet for Gongzi is a pass token for Gongzi." ”

Shi Chang squinted, and by the faint light of the fire, he could faintly see the appearance of "Gongzi Chu" written on the token with Qin Xiaoseal.

Shi Chang raised his hand and motioned to his subordinates to put away Changge and walk forward himself.

Instead of taking the token, he walked to the back of the carriage and said respectfully, "Please see you, sir!" ”

There was no movement in the carriage for a long time, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became much more solemn. The soldiers of the Qin State and the warriors of the carriage escort involuntarily clenched the weapons in their hands.

Just when Shi Chang was about to lose his patience, there was finally a sound in the carriage.

"The general has worked hard!" The curtain of the carriage was slowly lifted. A middle-aged man with a thick beard bent over and stepped out of the carriage.

"Don't dare, there is Mr. Lao." Shi Changzuo said.

"If there's nothing to do, I'll go first." Lü Buwei turned around and prepared to return to the carriage.

"Sir!" Shi Chang suddenly raised his voice and said, "Sir's shoes are dirty. ”

Lu Buwei was startled, and when he looked down, the golden silk boots on his feet were indeed stained with a large mud stain.

"Thank you, General." Lü Buwei replied, and then bent down and walked into the carriage again.

At the same time, the interior of the Prime Minister of Qin's mansion was brightly lit. Groups of elite Iron Eagle Warriors of the Qin State patrolled back and forth almost without dead ends.

Qin Xiang Fan Ju's bedroom was originally the most heavily defended place, but a black shadow flashed at this time. Fan Ju's eyes were cold, he put down the book in his hand, and flashed to the shelf where his sword was placed.

"No, Wei has seen the sect master." Lü Buwei, dressed in black and masked, appeared in the room.

"No, your martial arts have grown again."

"Sect Master Xie compliments!"

"King Qin's body is getting worse day by day, how are you preparing over there?"

"Back to the sect master, Gongzi Chu is already a little impatient."

Fan Ju walked to the desk and sat down on the floor. After thinking for a moment, he continued: "The amount of medicine on An Guojun's side has been slightly reduced, and that Zichu is still a little short of fire. ”

"Whoa!" Although Lu Buwei was a little strange, he was still not qualified to doubt Fan Ju's words.

"Sect Master, a few days ago, a new drug was developed in the sect, which is more toxic and more hidden, is it ...... for the king?"

"No need!" Fan Ju waved his hand.

"This ......, it's a good thing!" This time, Lu Buwei was really a little confused.

"Do you really think King Qin doesn't know?" Fan Ju said with a sneer.

"What! King Qin actually knew that he was taking poison!? Lu Buwei said in shock.

"Not only that, but he is also clear about the prince's affairs."

This time, Lu Buwei didn't know what to say, and the things they thought were secret were completely under the nose of King Qin.

"Then why is King Qin willing to take poison? Even if King Qin learned a good martial art in the Yan Kingdom since he was a child and has deep internal strength, it is impossible that it will not have an impact on his lifespan! ”

"Because he must die! If he doesn't die, the power of the Chu system will not be balanced. The gang of people in the Chu department will fight to the death for their own interests! ”

"At that time, Qin's internal strife will definitely not let go of such an opportunity." Lu Buwei instantly understood the reason and blurted out.

"Not bad." Fan Ju nodded deeply.

Lü Buwei was silent for a while, unexpectedly that Zhao Ji, the king of Qin, who seemed to be a generation of heroes, was actually forced to commit suicide by the courtiers of the Chu family. What's even more ridiculous is that you have to die as it comes, as a matter of course.

"The king, although he has been on the throne for more than 50 years, he has not been in power for a long time, and his foundation is still a little worse." Fan Ju sighed and said.

Lü Buwei was silent again, and when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Suddenly! Lu Buwei thought of something, and said in shock again: "The great king has been forced to such a point, then the sect master you are not ......"

"Hehe, do you think I'm still alive after forcing Bai Qi to commit suicide?" Fan Ju smiled indifferently.

"Then the sect master, you still ......"

"That's my deal with the King." Fan Ju said softly.

Lu Buwei stopped talking, the miscellaneous family has a shallow foundation, and in the past hundred years, there is only one talent out of Fan Ju. Now that he thinks about it, he will die in a few years at the beginning of his career, which is really difficult for him to accept.

However, if you want to rise, you must sacrifice first. The Mohists, Confucianists, peasants, Taoists, and even the Yin and Yang family of Xuanhe, which did not sacrifice countless geniuses to have the later prestige. Whether it is Fan Ju or Lu Buwei, they are all fighting for their own sects, and if they want to succeed, sacrifice is inevitable!