Donghan Road Station, Exit 6, Three Kingdoms Square.

A tall, well-built man, waiting for someone. He wears a red and black chinoiserie suit, a black vintage-style round hat, citrine sunglasses that cover most of his face, and a skull mask with a black background. The black-purple resentment that emanates from his whole body seems to have an atmosphere of a supernatural story, which makes the surrounding temperature drop.

He leaned against the wall on the side of the passage, holding the latest mobile phone of Yali brand, looking at the time on the mobile phone screen, as if he was waiting for someone. For such a suspicious character, people consciously left 3 meters away and passed by quickly, and no one dared to talk to him.

Time passed minute by minute, but the person who had to wait did not show up. Why is it so slow? You can't be lost, right? Tormented by anxiety, the man picked up his mobile phone and planned to call Zhong Liqiu to ask about the situation. At this time, the radio of the subway station sounded:

"Mr. Zhao Zheng, please go to Exit 5 after hearing the announcement, your agent is waiting for you......"

The man frowned, put away his phone, took a deep breath, prepared, and started running. It didn't take long for a long tail to gather behind him. The girls held their mobile phones while chasing Zhao Zheng and snapping pictures; The men chased after the girl, with a look of resentment; There were also some onlookers who didn't know the truth, and they ran together.

Zhao Zheng ran and kept running, as if he had returned to the time when he participated in the variety show where the dead were not worth their lives, but now the camera brother has become a girl with a mobile phone. At this moment, Zhao Zheng was not angry, but just sighed: There are always Diao people who want to harm me. How can this kind of Diao people be my agent! Early the next morning, Zhao Zheng's agent received a notice of dismissal, of course, this is a later story.

Donghan Road Station, Exit 5, Hanyi Museum.

Two men and two women held a cup of lemon black tea, leaning against the wall, looking at the originally deserted passage, more and more people gathered. Zhao Xin'er did not squint, looked at the cup intently, and drank tea calmly; Miss Zhong Liqiu's eyes lit up, looking at the crowd, holding a small book to write a script; Han Chongyan poked the lemon in the cup with a straw, his face was dark, he had just been attacked by Zhong Liqiu's spirit, and now he didn't know if he wanted to draw Han Xin again.

After waiting for a while, a voice message appeared on Zhao Xin'er's mobile phone. Zhong Liqiu took out his headphones, one was stuffed in Zhao Xin'er's ear, and the other was stuffed in his own ear, poked the voice, and a familiar male voice appeared: "Go to Wei Feng Restaurant and wait for ......"

The volume was low, the breath was uneven, and it seemed to break before it could be finished, with a murmur like a wind. This voice message, which sounded like it was sent while running, was from Zhao Xin'er's brother, Zhao Zheng, who was still running.

"Xin'er, what should I do? Your brother seems to be in trouble, should we go and save him? ”

"Don't worry about him, the government can be solved by one person, just go to the agreed place and wait."

"Okay~"

Passing through the crowd that was pouring over from the opposite side, Zhao Xin'er and his party exited the station from Exit 6. During this evening rush hour, there are fewer surprises. Of course, Zhao Zheng, who is running, is the biggest reason for the lack of people. The four of them leisurely entered the Three Kingdoms Square, walked to the Central Plains Building, and found the elevator. It stopped suddenly.

"Princess, let's take the stairs!"

"You go alone. Climb slowly, there is a 16th floor. ”

16th Floor...... How tall is that? How many times will you die if you fall? It seems that there are not enough brains...... The buildings here are terrible...... Once again, he was frightened by the floor.

"You stay alone. Let's go to dinner. ”

"Princess!" Ji grabbed Zhao Xin'er's arm, "I am willing to walk with you!" "If you are left here, you may say goodbye forever, you can't do this, isn't it the sixteenth floor! Isn't it just an elevator! There is a lord here, don't be afraid! Well, not afraid......

Just like that, all four of them got into the elevator. As a result, I am not only afraid of heights, but also afraid of elevators! Along the way, he kept Zhao Xin'er like a pillow, hugging him tightly, until he got out of the elevator, and insisted on holding someone's hand.

Sixteenth floor...... What a terrible height...... With lingering palpitations, even a battle-hardened warrior will be afraid of the elevator.

It was getting darker, it was past the meal, and there were fewer and fewer people eating. Gray clouds quickly gathered and filled the sky, and fine droplets of water fell, accompanied by lightning. The raindrops hit the glass on the window, and the scenery outside the window was no longer clear, as if it was another world.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell, and a dark shadow appeared in the doorway. His short white hair was wet with rain, and his red eyes emitted a strange light, and a touch of red remained at the corners of his mouth, like a legendary vampire.

"Xin'er, eat." Black shadows, white hair, and creatures that appear in the wind and rain that appear as they appear in the wind and rain exude resentment, scaring away the few people in the store. At this moment, one of the remaining four people has changed his face: What kind of breed is this? Person? Goblin? Still is......

"Politics."

This breed is called ...... No, isn't I a very common name! Ji's brain is not enough again, and since he got here, Jiji has been in a state of not knowing anything. It's so strange and scary......

This creature called Zheng is Zhao Xin'er's elder brother - Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Xin'er didn't seem to care about the fact that his ministers had been frightened, picked up the menu, and began to order. Zhao Zheng didn't sit down, just looked at his nationality: What is the origin of this future life? Why are you still sitting side by side with Xin'er? Why does it look so familiar...... I don't know this person, I think it's new to the heart, I don't look like a good person.

It seemed that the time to think was too long, Zhao Zheng quickly pulled back his thoughts and went to the bathroom to dry his hair and face. I washed my hands, put on black contact lenses, painted black eyebrows, wiped off the residual red lipstick on my mouth, and looked in the mirror, perfectly. After that, he talked to himself in the mirror for a while, and it took a lot of time.

When Zhao Zheng came back, Zhao Xin'er had already started to eat, and he didn't care when he came back. Zhao Zheng didn't care about Zhao Xin'er's attitude towards such a treat, his sister was more important to him, and she was happy.

Han Chongyan was rushed by Zhong Liqiu to the table next door and took a chair. Zhao Zheng sat down next to Zhong Liqiu, flipped through the menu, and ordered a few dishes casually. Zhao Xin'er drank the soup and seemed to be thinking about something.

He drank a blood-colored drink called grape juice, but he didn't seem to even know what grapes were. Poor Han Chongyan, like a little daughter-in-law who was oppressed by an evil mother-in-law, was nibbling bread on the corner of the table.

Zhao Zheng and Ji intersected their eyes, and after their eyes were connected, they were inseparable. After staring at each other like this for a long time, a spark suddenly ignited. At this moment, a cold gaze joined, and the spark was frozen. The eyes of the three parties were withdrawn, and each of them bowed his head to eat, and did not speak.

The atmosphere was cold all at once. Zhong Liqiu took the initiative to take the responsibility of enlivening the atmosphere, stimulated Han Chongyan from time to time, and let Zhao Zhenghe get to know him. Who knows, these two people only got to know each other and pinched up strange things.

"The Overlord of Western Chu is what you look like? It is reasonable not to get the world. ”

"What about the First Emperor? Even if you get the world and die in the second, it's pretty powerful! ”

Seeing that Zhao Zheng and Ji seemed to be about to quarrel, Zhong Liqiu hurriedly persuaded him. Eventually, both of them fell silent, but the atmosphere was cold again.

Zhong Liqiu couldn't understand: Why did these two people quarrel over two ancients who had died for thousands of years? Not themselves, as for them...... At this time, Zhong Liqiu didn't dare to enliven the atmosphere, so he could only eat quietly. In silence, the dinner ended.

After Zhong Liqiu handed over Zhao Xin'er's mobile phone to Zhao Zheng, he took Han Chongyan to squeeze the subway home. Han Chongyan currently has no housing or savings, and he can't even afford to pay for tuition, so he can only send Zhong Liqiu under the fence and rely on Zhong Liqiu's financial support to pay for tuition. Therefore, Zhong Liqiu has the final say in everything, and there are no complaints. Zhao Zheng drove home with his sister. It's just that there is one more drag oil bottle.

Zhao Xin'er naturally regarded the oil bottle as her own accessory and carried it all the time. Zhao Zheng didn't say anything in his sister's face, but the black and purple resentment seemed to come out again. There was nothing to say all the way, but Zhao Zheng was very unhappy when he watched Zhao Xin'er from the reflector by closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, but there was no way.

In this way, the loyal minister returned to the lord and lived in the lord's house. Except for the first emperor's expectation, everything was the same as before.

He's the sovereign's brother, so there's no threat, so I thought. But...... Since ancient times, there have been many brothers and fathers and sons, not to mention that the monarch is a woman, who is weaker than other monarchs...... That's dangerous! The road ahead is not so smooth......

His thoughts drifted away, from the past to the future, thinking and reminiscing irregularly, and he was lost, looking for the way to which he did not know where to go. A familiar voice drifted into my ears, just as it had been back then:

"Feather ~ My son has been lost for a long time ~"

"The trip to Chenxian, a farewell year, I often miss the son, the son misses me?"

"Siwuzi is very restless~"

Green silk and ink dyeing, black clothes and red clothes, bright autumn water, seducing all beings, like a demon fox in human form, just to disturb people's hearts and bring down the dynasty; In fact, there is a Tige, and the stars are born. The man with a flowery face and moon appearance, a soft and boneless monarch, is doomed to tragedy in the era of "white bones exposed in the wild, thousands of miles without rooster crowing (quoting Cao Cao's "Artemisia Lixing)". A generation of demon queens, there will be good things to write books and film for them, a generation of demon kings, but there will be no records except for surnames and family status.

The "...... of the heart" calls for that name—the name that belongs to the sovereign. is not the righteous emperor Chu Huai King recorded in the history books, but the heart, the lord of the nationality, the shepherd boy surnamed Xiong.

"What do you think?" The same flower and moon appearance, but different people. Zhao Xin'er opened her eyes at some point, and when she looked at her nationality, there was a trace of emotion in her eyes. "You know him? The one called Bear Heart. ”

Ji seemed to hesitate for a moment, and nodded slightly. Zhao Xin'er didn't ask any more, got out of the car, and went to her room with her nationality. Since they are monarchs and ministers, of course they have to live together. There was no extra room and it was no problem to stay in the same room. Zhao Xin'er thought so, but Zhao Zheng would never agree.

"Leave this Western Chu Overlord to me."

"You're going to fight."

"How so."

"Because of politics."

Without waiting for Zhao Zheng to refute, Zhao Xin'er entered the room with the registration and closed the door. Zhao Zheng, the elder brother, couldn't control this sister for a long time, even if it was the First Emperor himself, he couldn't control her, but he was afraid that he would spoil her even more.

"Is the overlord of Western Chu......" Zhao Zheng looked at the shadow in the mirror and seemed to remember something:

On the night when the stars were bright and extinguished, under the heavy canopy, there was a fire. The grass and trees withered, and the purple smoke filled the air. The load-bearing beams, caught in the flames, burst under the heat and turned black until they became char and turned into soot. As a result, the entire building collapsed and was reduced to rubble.

On the hill not far away, the initiator, the son of the Xiang family, who was later called the overlord of Western Chu, looked at all this and seemed to sigh something.

At that time, the First Emperor, who was nostalgic for the world, was watching all this in the air in the state of a wandering spirit, watching the fall of Great Qin, but he couldn't do anything. Later, he possessed his reincarnation, and only after checking historical materials did he know: The descendant he saw back then was called the overlord of Western Chu, and the name of the later generations was Xiang Yu.

How long ago was that? What's the use of thinking about this, he is not the First Emperor himself. Zhao Zheng interrupted the so-called memories, washed his hands, and made tea for his sister.