Zhao Ji did not respond to the invitation.

A few years ago, Zhao Ji traveled all over Kyushu, looking for many talented people. In order to fight against his husband's other son, in order to consolidate the throne under the throne of his own son.

She went through hundreds of Yue, found the legendary Yue Nu, and invited Yue Nu to help her at the cost of countless money and food. She went to the Jixia School Palace on the coast, visited Xunzi, and asked Xunzi to go out of the mountain.

Some people accepted her invitation, while others did not even want to see her.

Once, she sat on the back of a horse and drank spirits, and the more she drank, the more sober she became, and continued the journey with her horse and whip, galloping for a day and night, and she was not tired of the horse.

Now, she was drunk with a jar of spirits, and she was tired after less than half a day of riding.

She's old and doesn't want to move.

People say that it is difficult to leave her homeland, and her homeland is long gone.

Her husband has also been in the world for ten years, and the only thing she thinks about in this world is her son. She hated the shaft, but sometimes she thought that the shaft was right—children were the continuation of the life of the father and the mother.

Living in Xianyang and being disliked, then she will be in Yongdi, the ancestral land of the Qin State.

When Zheng'er is here, I can come and see her.

When Zheng'er was away, she looked at the capital of Qin not far away and looked after Zheng'er's house.

She brought a gold phoenix crown with tortoiseshell, agate, pearls, and glass rings to Zheng'er.

"The thing will be returned to its original owner and handed over to the queen."

Looking at the back of Zheng'er leaving, she wore a square-mouthed unison that was easy to fight, a tight-fitting samurai uniform, and drew the sword at her waist.

Horizontal chop, vertical chop, forward poke.

Zhao Ji is very beautiful, but she doesn't have much beauty when she holds a sword and pokes a point. The viewer was not dazzled by the dance, but terrified of the sword.

This is not a sword dance, it is a murderous sword that goes to the battlefield.

Killing people with swords is not entertaining, which is the culture of the Zhao people.

The culture of the Zhao people.

It is not a famous poem that has been recited through the ages, it is not a witch and ghost who overshadows the emperor, and it is not a political conspiracy full of conspiracies.

It is the north that resists the Xiongnu and fights the East Hu, the west resists the strong Qin, the south fights for Wei and Han, the East fights Chu Man, and it is the martial arts!

The life of life is in danger, I don't know when I will die, let Zhao Nan be aggressive, let Zhao Nu be debauched, and make Zhao Ren a little proud, you must have all your joy!

With the butcher's knife added, the Zhao people will not beg for mercy in fear, crying and crying with tears flowing down their cheeks. And will spit out a mouthful of spit and smash it on the enemy's face and laugh, scolding Qin Gou! Chu dog! Wei dog!

Parent-child immigration.

Zhao Ji, a Zhao man with a blushing face, has mastered the three-foot Qingfeng. Flip the hilt of the sword, penetrate the sword body, the blade of the sword breaks through the wind, and the blade breaks through the air. Whether it is a person, a thing, or a thing in front of Zheng'er, it will be slashed with a sword!

This is her expectation for Zheng'er, blessing.

If it's smooth sailing, she can't tell. There are so many remnants of the Six Kingdoms still there, how can this trip go smoothly, it's too fake!

The first emperor returned to Xianyang alone and changed a new teacher for the eighteenth prince Yinghuhai - the prime minister of the Great Qin Zuo, the giant of the Legalist family, Li Si.

Li Si, who didn't know the news of Zhao Gao's death, didn't know what the First Emperor's move meant, and he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't necessarily think it was right, so he just did it.

The king told him that in the face of the order of the first emperor, don't make up your brains.

With a new teacher, Ying Huhai is very happy.

Although the teacher would reprimand him, beat him on the palm of his hand with a thick ruler, and force him to copy the decree over and over again.

But at the very least, the new teacher would not be present when he was sleeping, chanting the Vinaya to disturb his sleep and give him a headache.

His father was always by his side, listening carefully to what he said, just like his mother. It's just that his face is often very dignified and scary, and it's better for his uncle to not keep a straight face.

The insects outside the window rubbed their wings and buzzed, and the young man deserted, looking at the yellow paper on the table with "Military Law" recorded, but what appeared in front of him was the smiling face of his uncle.

There was a crisp sound, and the ring ruler slammed the table, startling the boy.

"Close!"

Li Si reprimanded with a black face.

Fortunately, the First Emperor did not accompany him today, otherwise this ring ruler would not have been hit on the table, but on the young man's body.

The boy looked at the new teacher's rigid face in horror, and felt that it was much more hateful than these laws that he couldn't memorize and couldn't learn.

Uncle, when are you going to come to see Hu Hai?

The sorrow of young people is that they read a lot and manage them strictly.

Gaigne rarely released pigeons, and it was not his duty to ventilate the news.

In his life, apart from not getting tired of swords, he can't be much interested in doing anything else.

Coo~

Reminder is that the gray dove, which is thin and has strong and powerful wings, calls cheerfully. Stand on the ground and peck at the flattened grains in the Juggernaut's palms one by one.

After eating the last grain, it shook its feathers and soared into the sky with the letterhead tied around its feet. There was an extra black dot in the blue sky, and the black dot went eastward, getting smaller and smaller, and soon disappeared.

Gai Nie got up, and the spine that was as tall as a green pine and straight as a dangerous peak was slightly rickety.

"It's not your fault."

Summoned by the First Emperor, Lü Buwei, who was supposed to leave the palace after finishing government affairs, wore a mask and stood beside Gai Nie, speaking dialect for a long time.

"Childe trusts me so much, but I ruined Childe's plan with will, how can I say that it is not Nie's fault......"

If he completely relied on what Ying Cheng Cheng said, he kept an eye on Zhao Gao at all times, and did not have a grudge against the first emperor because he killed a palace maid, and he would not go to work under the pretext of illness. When Concubine Hu died that day, Zhao Gao had already been beheaded.

The eighteenth prince will not be irreversibly harmed, and Xianyang Palace will not be made into a miasma by Zhao Gao.

"Swordsman......

"No need to persuade again, businessman, you and I are very clear, those words are all excuses, excuses."

Lu Buwei opened his mouth, smiled bitterly, closed it again, and left with a gloomy face.

Yes, it's all excuses, excuses.

Just like the people who died in Korea, even if many people say that they don't blame him, the fact is that he killed those Koreans.

He couldn't even convince himself, so how could he convince Gai Nie, who had a clear sword heart? Gai Nie usually doesn't want to think about it, not really stupid.

Lu Buwei can't forget the scrawny figures, the bright eyes that yearn to live, and the human tragedies that change their children and eat.

A bookshelf was built on the east wall of his house, on which there were no books, but hundreds of tablets, each of which was filled with the names of the people who died in the catastrophe in Korea.

On the first and fifteenth day of each month, he would take a break and burn a day's worth of paper money in front of the east wall.

Gainie's back was not straight.

Lü Buwei's tablet can't be lost.

The wind sounded, and the blades struck.

The two swords collided in the air, and Gai Nie, who had rushed to meet the attack, was forced to take a step back.

Zhang Han, who was dressed in skull armor, put away his sword, and his face was cold and frosty.

"Your sword is slow."

Gai Nie didn't say a word, returned the sword to the sheath, turned around, and walked with his head bowed and hunched. The sound of shoes grinding on the ground continued to sound, like an old man who was about to die.

If it weren't for the Xianyang Palace, which was made of bluestone slabs, but on the dirt road outside the city, it would inevitably bring up a lot of dust.

"Your Majesty wants me to tell me, Your Majesty does not blame you, and this matter is not your fault."

Ganie was indifferent and moved on.

Zhang Han was angry, hurried to catch up, and stuck behind Gai Nie and scolded angrily.

"You look like this, how can you protect Your Majesty from evil!"

Gai Nie covered his face in pain, his five fingers as if to be buckled into the flesh.

The sword is a gentleman of a hundred soldiers, not a brave and ruthless thing. If the heart is uneven, draw the sword, it is for the sake of peace.

The sword saint's sword heart was broken twice, the first time was broken when he killed the palace maid, and the second time was when Zhao Gao died.

The sword in the heart can't be drawn, and the sword in the hand can't be fast.

That night, the First Emperor decreed:

Exempted from the post of Gai Nie Xingxi's talisman order, he was rewarded with 500 gold, 10 pieces of cloth, 1 horse, 3 pairs of bi, and promoted to 10th rank of knight.

Four days passed.

When the first emperor had nothing to do, he still sat in the courtyard of the Chang'an Junfu that originally belonged to Lü Buwei, still fishing with the straight silver needle, and his attitude was leisurely.

At night, the First Emperor would return to Xianyang Palace, and recently he had been working a lot in Concubine Chu's bedroom, and he stayed there for two of the four days.

Concubine Chu's status in the harem, which is not low, has risen by another order of magnitude, and she faintly has the posture of the first person under the queen.

The candles of Zhangtai Palace have not been lit for a long time.

The First Emperor did not review the chapters here, and after Zhao Gao's death, Li Si did not teach the Eighteen Princes here. This palace is still bright and upright during the day, but at night it is as dark and terrifying as those sealed cold palaces.

It's just that Lang Zhong ordered Zhang Han to often wait outside, and he stayed all night, as if the first emperor was staying in this palace without candles.

Late at night, a quarter of an hour passed.

Squeak~

A crack opened in the gate of Zhangtai Palace, and the bright moonlight penetrated into the palace from it, and a light shot in the darkness.

Through the crack in the door, it can be seen that the two skulls on Lang Zhongling's Zhang Han's armor and the left and right chests are a little scary. But the owners of the two skulls clenched their fists, bowed their heads, and bowed down, diluting their terrifying charm.

"Please, Chang'an-kun!"

In addition to the dormitory where the first emperor lived, other palaces in the palace should be lit with candles as thick as an adult's forearm, which is the rule.

But only Lang Zhong ordered Zhang Han to know that the first emperor, who did not go to the concubines every day, entered this Zhangtai Palace where there were no palace maids, eunuchs, no light, and no rules for living in the Zhangtai Palace as soon as it was dark.

Every time he stayed outside Zhangtai Palace, Zhang Han didn't dare to sleep, he was afraid that something abnormal would happen to the First Emperor.

He had to lift all his mind, and he couldn't stop perceiving the fire of life of the First Emperor in Zhangtai Palace.

Squeak~

The palace door was closed again, and the moonlight was blocked out.

But the originally dark Zhangtai Palace was not completely sunk in the darkness, and the gray-faced Ying Chengcheng held a candle lamp in his hand, panting and slowly entering.

"Brother Huang? Are you there? Whew, whew, didn't die squeak? ”

After taking two more steps, Ying Chengcheng put the lamp on the table, sat on the floor, and panted with his hands on his knees.

"No, from Xinzheng to Xianyang, I didn't rest for long after three horses died in a row, I'm going to die of exhaustion, Brother Huang, you let me rest and come back to enlighten you."

Under the reflection of the candle flame, the mud marks on Ying Cheng's face were extremely clear, and the sweat mixed with dust and sand almost pulped Ying Cheng's head.

The sound of footsteps sounded from the depths of Zhangtai Palace, and as the footsteps got louder and louder, people got closer and closer.

"Who made you enlighten?"

The first emperor's majestic face in the past was also revealed under the candlelight, with a smile on his face.

"It's a shame to come to see me like a mud monkey with an untidy appearance. Zhao Gao, take a silk cloth to wipe Cheng Chan's face...... I'll get it for you. ”

"Such a big crime, why don't you destroy my three clans?"

"Shaft!"

The First Emperor smiled, raised his hand and wanted to beat, looking at his brother's sleepy expression and those dirt, he really couldn't bear it.

Got up and walked away again in the dark.

"You're lighting a candle! Who is saving money? ”

Ying Cheng shouted in a row at the table.

"Shaft! Shaft! ”

The First Emperor scolded again.

There was no new lighting, and when the First Emperor returned, he carried a basin of water with a silk cloth on it.

Bang blah blah blah blah~

Ying Chengcheng washed his face happily, and the sleepiness, tiredness, and tiredness that were surging like a wave all went three or four points.

The First Emperor handed over the silk cloth, and Ying Chengcheng took it and threw it aside.

The First Emperor raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm still awake with this little water, and I'm afraid I'll fall asleep when I wipe it off."

The moment he received Gai Nie's letter, Ying Chengcheng rode a fast horse from Xinzheng to Xianyang, ran for three days and three nights, and barely slept for more than half an hour.

The First Emperor snorted coldly, picked up the silk cloth that was thrown aside by Ying Cheng, and forcefully wiped the water stains on his brother's face under Ying Chengcheng's dissatisfied eyes.

"If you're sleepy, fall asleep, what do you have to do!"

"Why don't you sleep?"

The candle flame was not so bright, but it was enough for Ying Chengcheng to see the well-dressed brother, with fine bloodshot eyes, slightly chapped lips, and a haggard look.

"What does it have to do with you? Go to sleep, go to sleep. ”

The First Emperor forcibly pulled Ying Chengcheng's hand and dragged his younger brother to the dormitory inside.

Ying Cheng did not move, pulled his arm hard, and pressed the first emperor back to sit with his backhand, and said triumphantly:

"I want you to drag you to drag, I don't want you to drag you and you can't drag, this is the power of the horseman you despise."

The First Emperor glared angrily, and the rough breath he exhaled made the candle flame flicker and flicker, and it could be extinguished at any time.

"Let me go, I'll chop you alive!"

Ying Cheng let go of his hand, but the First Emperor, who had been shouting, did not take advantage of the situation to take the sword of King Qin.

Seeing his brother yawn a long time, shaking his head vigorously to stay awake, he couldn't help but persuade softly:

"Sleep, wake up when you have something."

"Don't, then I won't run in vain, how good it would be for me to come back leisurely. Do you have any wine here, take two sips with you, and pass on some of your sorrows. ”

The First Emperor gave his brother a blank look.

"No alcohol! I don't like to drink! I don't have any sorrow, this thief is dead, and it's too late for me to rejoice!

"If you have a heart, go and see Hu Hai, that kid has always missed you very much, you are closer than my father.

"And Chu'er, I blamed her for this matter, I'm sorry for her, you go and say some good things for me.

"And Ganie, who has drilled the tip of the horns. I've been reminded dozens of times by you, and I still can't see that Zhao Gao, a thief, has evil intentions, how can he see it? He is no wonder about this. ”

Ying Chengcheng sighed and interrupted his brother's words.

"What about you, brother Huang? The royal brother thought of everyone, why did he forget only himself? ”

(End of chapter)