Ying Zheng didn't ask about the secret, but just asked: "Isn't it good to take her back, why did you let her stay here for more than ten years?" ”

Qin Zhong sighed: "It's not easy to talk about, haven't we worked hard?" I don't know how many of them died, but I know very well. The life that Mrs. www.biquge.info can live here with peace of mind is just the result of mutual compromise between the rulers of Qin and Zhao, and Mrs. is suffering for the king. ”

Ying Zheng is speechless, politics is a very cold thing, it can make husband and wife turn against each other, father and son become enemies, this Ying Zheng has always known it, and he didn't care too much, after all, it is too far away. Now that he suddenly brought something very distant and vague in front of him, and even he was likely to use it as a pawn, Yingzheng was full of hatred and powerlessness.

Qin Zhong keenly captured Ying Zheng's psychological changes, and he comforted: "Childe doesn't have to mind, Childe's return will become an opportunity for Childe to return to Qin, of course, the game is not something we can call the shots, Childe only needs to live a stable life here, as for the rest, it depends on how the person standing at the top chooses." ”

"King Xiang of Qin Zhuang?" Ying Zheng understood the person Qin Zhong was talking about.

In the time and space where they lived before, King Xiang of Qin Zhuang and his father King Qin Xiaowen could be said to be dispensable, sandwiched between the two high mountains of King Qin Zhaoxiang and Qin Shi Huang, these two kings could simply be ignored. But on this plane, everything seems to be different. King Qin Zhao died more than ten years earlier, and his son King Xiaowen and grandson King Zhuang Xiang divided the remaining years, and King Qin Zhuang Xiang had been reigning for seven or eight years.

With a chaotic mind, Ying Zheng returned to Zhao Ji's residence, where the woman was standing at the gate and watching, for fear that the happiness that had just arrived would disappear in the blink of an eye like a fragile dream that would wake up.

"I just want to send him, isn't it too long?" Ying Zheng asked.

"I didn't ...... Nothing. Regarding Ying Zheng's question, Zhao Ji obviously didn't know how to answer.

The first time they were alone and talking, the two of them obviously hadn't adapted to their new identities, although they both knew that this was wrong.

"Why don't you go in first?" Ying Zheng said.

"Good...... Okay," as soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Ji seemed to think of something, and quickly shook her head: "It's not good, I want to watch you go in." ”

"Okay, then I'll go in first."

Ying Zheng entered the door, Lu Cistanche mother and daughter had already prepared the meal, and the four of them each sat at a table, and no one dared to move the chopsticks first, so they sat awkwardly and did not speak.

Finally, Lu Cistanche couldn't hold back her laughter: "Let's sit down like this, if you mother and son don't move the chopsticks first, how dare the two of us escorts move?" ”

"Why are you an accompaniment, in the eyes of your aunt, you are just like a daughter," Zhao Ji seemed much more natural when she talked to Lu Cistanche, and then she said to Ying Zheng: "Why don't you come first?" ”

"Okay, then you're welcome," Ying Zheng held the chopsticks, not knowing where to start. The meal was sumptuous, at least in those days, and it must have cost a lot compared to their modest living conditions.

"Try this, this is carefully prepared for you by my mother," Zhao Ji personally picked up a piece of meat and wanted to send it to Yingzheng's bowl, maybe she was too nervous, and the meat fell onto Yingzheng's legs.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Zhao Ji quickly apologized. Ying Zheng also said "It's okay, I'll come by myself, don't bother" endlessly. Lu Cistanche, who was provoked on the side, squeaked and laughed: "Your mother and son are so polite, how do you look like a mother and son." One sentence made both of them very embarrassed, and even Aunt Lu scolded her daughter for not being able to speak.

A meal is eaten like this without embarrassment, Lu Cistanche always wants to ease the atmosphere, so he asks Ying Zheng about the past, Ying Zheng can only tell Zhao Zheng's life and what he heard from his mouth, after all, the contact time is not long, and he will finish it in a few words. Although it was boring, Zhao Ji listened very attentively.

After eating, the mother and daughter returned to their room opposite, intending to let the mother and son get along alone to enhance their relationship. Who knew that as soon as they left, Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji didn't know how to get along. I don't know how to speak, I don't know what to do, sometimes I don't know what to do standing or sitting, more than ten years of mother and son, now like strangers who break into each other's world.

Just when Ying Zheng didn't know how long this life would last, and he didn't know how to end it, everything changed that night.

At night, Ying Zheng slept on the bed carefully prepared by Zhao Ji, with new bedding and new sheets, and Ying Zheng soon fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Ying Zheng suddenly felt someone slowly approaching and slowly sat on the edge of his bed. He could feel the other party's uneven breathing due to nervousness, and he knew that the person who came would not be anyone else except Zhao Ji.

Then in the faint moonlight, Zhao Ji bent down, carefully examined Ying Zheng's face, did not let go of any detail, and then quietly stretched out his hand, wanting to gently caress his cheek, just like the scene when I first saw him. The difference is that at the moment when she was about to touch it, Ying Zheng didn't avoid it, and she took her hand away.

I don't know if it's because I'm afraid of waking Ying Zheng up or for some other reason, Zhao Ji didn't make the next move for a long time, but she didn't give up, Ying Zheng could feel her wheezing voice getting more and more messy.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, Zhao Ji finally stretched out her hand again and gently put it on Ying Zheng's face.

"Zheng'er," a hot tear fell on Ying Zheng's face, Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him seemed to go back to when he was very young, he was sick, and his mother looked at him lovingly.

"Mother," there seems to be a magical power that breaks through a certain bottleneck in the bottom of the heart, just like water left from the mountain along the stream, the leaves are falling with the breeze, and the expression of all feelings becomes natural.

"Zheng'er." Unable to believe his ears, Zhao Ji called softly again.

"Mother," Ying Zheng no longer had a trace of guilt and embarrassment in his heart, and the woman in front of him, who had only been seen for a day, superimposed with his mother's shadow little by little, and finally became the same person. This call of oneself seems to be able to pass through the barrier of time and space, return to the world where he was born, and echo in the ears of another mother.

The pent-up thoughts of more than ten years finally found an outlet, and the wanderer who could not return found emotional sustenance, and the mother and son hugged each other tightly, crying loudly with their own emotions. Two people in different time and space express the most natural and innocent feelings of mother and son at the same time in the same world.

The white moonlight sprinkled on a very inconspicuous corner of Handan City, and the mother and son snuggled together to meet their common destiny.