"Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng?"

Hearing the sound of a light cough coming from behind him, the boy, who was only eight or nine years old, heard it, a ray of brilliance flashed between his black pupils, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but in the end he put the broom in his hand aside, followed the side room from which the voice came, and replied to the weak female voice as he walked:

"Mother, I'm here."

"Do you have any orders?"

The young man called Ah Zheng stood outside the door, arching his hand slightly forward, although he was not very tall, but the innate majestic temperament made Lu Yao, who was hidden at the door, shrink his eyes a little.

"Have you gone out today to study from your master?"

The female voice heard Yingzheng's echo, gently pushed the door open, walked out, leaned against the threshold, and asked the boy, who was half a head shorter than herself.

This woman's appearance is peerless.

The autumn-like eyes exude weakness, the jet-black hair is tied behind a hairpin, hanging down to the waist, and the simple cyan dress is worn on the body, which is even more delicate to the figure, which makes people feel pity at a glance.

Looking closely, the woman's appearance is somewhat similar to that of the boy.

It should be his mother.

Lu Yao touched his chin and frowned.

Everything here has an eerie feeling, like being in a dream.

But what Lu Yao felt from the boy and the woman was only vitality, as well as the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the living, not like he was in an illusion at all, which made him puzzled.

"Ah Zheng, is that the boy's name?"

This place is under the Lishan Mausoleum, which is related to Xianqin.

Among the immortals and Qin, only Emperor Qin dared to call the name Zheng.

The white-robed Taoist stared at the woman and the boy, and the more he looked, the more he felt that his guess was correct.

Zhao Ji, the mother of Emperor Yingzheng of Qin, was in the state of Zhao with Yingzheng when he was a child, and lived a hard life.

If this boy is really Yingzheng, it makes sense.

"In this way, this should be the period when Ying Zheng was a child, and he and his mother wandered alone in the Zhao Kingdom."

Lu Yao followed his own thoughts and thought down, and slowly groped out his guess.

Although there is a way of cultivation here, according to the classics of Zhang Jiao's world, Yingzheng's growth trajectory is still obvious, and it is not far from the first emperor Yingzheng that he knew before.

Emperor Qin swept Liuhe, looking at He Xiong!

With the body of a medium, he can grow into the first emperor who swept away the six countries and set the world, even if he has the accumulation of the sixth martyrdom of the Qin State, he cannot erase the glory of his cultural and martial arts!

"Mother, those so-called masters in the Handan School Palace, the things they teach are actually useless."

"The true scriptures of the hundred schools of thought, the expositions on the path of cultivation, those things that are related to their fundamentals, it is impossible to pass them down."

"It's not easy for even the real princes and nobles in Zhao to learn, not to mention that it can be touched by outsiders who are under the fence and even have to look at other people's faces for food!"

The boy known as Ah Zheng pursed his lips, did not take a step, raised his head a little stubbornly, stared at Zhao Ji's somewhat pale pretty face in front of him, and replied in a calm tone.

"Instead of going to have a dispute with those dogs and horses, I should sweep the fallen leaves in this yard, so that I can still try to be clean."

Zhao Ji looked at this child who had grown up slowly and had his own ideas, and sighed secretly.

The former husband has now been helped by the great cultivators of the Qin State, changed his name to Zi Chu, and inherited the position of the monarch of the Qin State.

But what was left for the mother and son who were far away in a foreign country was a series of cynicism.

Zhao Ji is very smart, otherwise he would not have been able to rely on Ying Zichu in this Zhao country for so many years, and he has never given up.

But she also knew in her heart that since the winning son Chu returned to Qin, he had been strangers to the mother and son of the Zhao Kingdom.

The boy in black looked at the regret in his mother's eyes, and the palms of his arms fell unconsciously.

His father left and never came back, and his mother had to flatter those dignitaries and nobles from the outside world in order to make a living.

All of this falls on the shoulders of a boy who is only eight or nine years old, and you can imagine what a pressure it is.

"You kid, what do you want to do all this?"

"Although there is no way of cultivation involved in the Handan School Palace, those masters are all really learned people, and they are not as unbearable as you say."

"Mother knows that you have been unusually intelligent since you were a child, and you are not ordinary people, and you have great ambitions."

"But you and I are trapped in Handan, the capital of Zhao State, even if we have a thousand means, we are powerless."

Zhao Ji had no choice but to take out the majesty of being a mother and come to reprimand and dissuade Yingzheng's idea.

"Now you and me, all you have to do is to believe in your father, believe that he will not abandon my mother and son, and when the great cause of the Qin State is stable, he will naturally send someone to rescue him."

"On that day, if Ah Zheng doesn't even have a little knowledge in your chest, how can your father value you and entrust you with the burden?"

"The hidden dragon is in the abyss, Tengbi nine days!"

"The most important thing for you now is to accumulate, and then wait quietly for that day to come."

Even Zhao Ji herself didn't believe these words.

But there is no way, people live in adversity, and what they need most is hope.

And Ying Zichu is the only hope for the two.

“.”

Ying Zheng pinched his fingers and suppressed the urge to break out of the door.

"I see, Mother."

"I'll go to the school palace, you go back to your room to rest first."

Ying Zheng turned sideways and paused, and after the cold words came out, he slowly walked towards the door.

Looking at this figure dressed in black and a little bleak, Zhao Ji's nose suddenly rose a little sour.

She has long known that her son is extraordinary, and when he was born, a vision appeared, making the heavens and the earth aligned.

It was a vision of heaven and earth that does not necessarily happen once in thousands of years!

If it weren't for the pattern on the child's back, which was exactly the same as the vision on the horizon, even Zhao Ji herself couldn't believe that his son was the source of such a big movement.

She believes that Yingzheng's life will not be ordinary.

Because before that, those who could cause the heavens and the earth to change color and produce visions are now all powerful people who have become famous and ascended to the sky!

For example, the Taoist patriarch, the purple qi came from the east for three thousand miles from Lao Tzu Li Er, and the aura of Haoran rose from the sky, and he was known as the Confucian sage Confucius Confucius.

In addition to these two earth-shattering existences, Ying Zheng is the third.

The next chapter is in the code, it's a little later, so you don't have to wait any longer.

Happy birthday to all of you who are reading on November 13th.

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