The clan relatives shook their heads and left one after another, and the night shrouded them, but they didn't know that every frame line in Yongcheng caged them in a fateful chess game.

In the Qi Nian Palace, Ying Zheng leaned against the cold wall alone, the wound on his chest had long since stopped bleeding, but the pain of shaving the flesh with the tip of the knife was still reminding him repeatedly.

His mother-in-law, holding a dagger in her own hand, was stabbing him in the chest.

"You know what?! A person like you, who can do anything, knows what love is? You only deserve to be helpless and lonely all your life. ”

Zhao Ji's vicious words were still hovering in his mind, and a scream came out.

Ying Zheng closed his eyes slightly, and his jawline left a weak paleness, and there was a kind of frightening fragility for no reason, "Lonely old life, lonely old life."

He really has nothing now, the father's and mother's love that he longed for when he was young, and the warmth of ordinary people's veins are extravagant hopes that he can't touch all his life, and the pain that he can never reconcile with himself.

What did he do wrong, so wrong that his biological mother wanted to kill him-

"How could I give birth to such a thing as you, I can't wait to strangle you!"

Zhao Ji's resentful words echoed in his ears again.

Ying Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, and an evil wave hit his heart, dripping with blood, he clasped the teacup tightly, so that his finger bones turned white, and he fell down the teacup, "Where is Zhao Ji?" Tell the widow, what about Zhao Ji?! ”

Zhao Guo knelt and crawled over, puffing and kneeling: "Back to the king, the Queen Mother, I killed her two parents and sons, and now I am in another palace, crying and singing, I am afraid that I will have a mad attack." ”

"Strangled you, strangled you, strangled you, strangled you – I want to strangle you!"

Zhao Ji's voice sounded like a demon, everywhere and pervasively.

Ying Zheng's shoulder bones trembled, his eyes were red, with bitter madness and hatred, "Pass on the widow's order to imprison Zhao's prostitute in Ganquan Palace, and never come out again!" ”

Son and mother.

Zhao Gao's mind was buzzing, and he almost thought that he had misheard, "Jun Junshang." ”

"Where's the white peach?!"

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth, like a beast holding back his anger, "Where is the widow's royal wife?" ”

"Little master of white peach, the minions are looking for it." Zhao Gao's cold sweat came down, "Let's report below, there is a strange movement in Qin Chuan." ”

Ying Zheng raised his foot and kicked it, and the unprecedented violence swept Zhao Gao, "Find, you have to find it three feet into the ground, if you can't find it, the widow will sacrifice your head to the sky!" ”

Zhao Gao was kicked and rolled to the ground, the porcelain piece pierced into his palm, Zhao Gao was so painful that his face spasmed, but he didn't care too much, just kowtowed heavily, "Yes, yes!" The minions are going to look for it. ”

Zhao Gao climbed out, and Yingzheng was left alone in the hall, and Fang Cai's action tore the king's wound again, and he stood straight, letting the blood gubble out of his chest, like a numb near-perfect statue on the temple.

But after all, he is the king of Qin, the king who is still standing.

After a while, he dragged the long royal robe, slowly walked out of the palace gate, the moonlight outside poured down, illuminating the tightly paved stone road on the palace road, Ying Zheng walked to the guest room step by step, the guard standing at the door saw him wandering over with a pale face covered in blood, and was shocked, "Junjun." ”

He waved his hand: "The widow came to visit the middle father, there is no need to make a noise. ”

The room was full of medicinal smells, Lu Buwei's lips were blue and lingering on the collapse, there were many poisonous snakes in Yongcheng, even though countless palace people were cleaning, Lu Buwei was still hit by the snake venom on the surface of the cold mat.

Going to Yongcheng, I have experienced so many rights and wrongs, it seems that tonight is a sleepless night.

Ying Zheng's tall figure stood beside his couch, and he found that Lu Buwei, who was great when he was young, Lu Buwei, who talked and laughed, Lu Buwei, who was high-spirited, and Lu Buwei, who taught him to learn to write.

is already rickety, he has gray hair, ravines, and no longer smiles.

For Lü Buwei, his feelings are more complicated than Zhao Ji, he should be grateful for this hero who has led the Qin State for decades, but he is also a careerist who has occupied his power for more than ten years, and he is a mountain that overwhelms him.

But now, from now on, whether it is Zhao Ji or Lu Buwei, it is all in the past.

He could not tolerate him, much less keep him.

Ying Zheng's gaze fell on the backlog of ravines on his face, it was not a ravine, the ones carved were all the wind and frost that drained blood for the Qin State, as if he was dazzled by an oil lamp, and he lowered his eyes.

Although the matter of Chang Yu was that Lü Buwei personally cut off everything he had, including reputation, power, prestige, everything. But he, the king of Qin, was not secretly waiting for Chang Yu to become powerful, and then released the news that Chang Yu was sent to the palace by himself.

The sword was already unsheathed, and it was first placed at his throat, but unfortunately, Lu Buwei was unconscious now, but he couldn't taste the royal methods he had taught.

Ying Zheng's heart was calm.

He wanted to depose him and drive him to a place thousands of miles away.

Ying Zheng turned around and wanted to leave.

"Zheng'er." A hoarse voice sounded behind him, Ying Zheng's footsteps stopped, Lu Buwei lifted his eyelids, and he came to his senses, he looked at his broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted back, "Oh, it's Zheng'er, you haven't visited your middle father for a long time." ”

Ying Zheng's fingers moved, turned around, and was speechless.

"Zheng'er, it was that Chang Yu who hurt you, and he didn't ask the palace people to help you bandage it."

“.”

Still speechless, Yingzheng's royal robe hung down condescendingly, and he looked back and said, "Middle father." ”

Lu Buwei saw the bleeding wound on his chest, and said weakly, "It hasn't changed, it hasn't changed, you are still like when you were a child, you are very stubborn, I still remember when you were a prince, you were small at that time, the field was better than wrestling, you didn't care, rushed up and went directly to compete with the two-hundred-pound warrior, you fell several times yourself, I don't know what the pain is." ”

"Zheng'er, do you remember the first time you came over with an injury, what did the middle father say to you?"

Ying Zheng's thin lips trembled: "Good boy." ”

"Good boy!" Lu Buwei smiled heartily, but after laughing, he coughed again, and he said weakly, "Good boy, he is a good breed, and he will be a big man in the future, haha." He gasped twice and said, "The middle father really didn't misunderstand you, but unfortunately, I taught you to be the king, for the people, to teach you to appoint people on the basis of merit, to teach you to strictly enforce the law, to teach you everything I have experienced, and to teach everything I can teach, but later, after all, you and I have differences and different plans." ”

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, "Great benevolence is not benevolent, the way of Confucianism is not the way of king." ”

"The time is also, the momentum is also, it is the providence of heaven that makes the Qin State like this." Lu Buwei coughed twice, as if he had been relieved, for a long time, he cared for him like an ordinary middle father, "Zheng'er, you have been crowned." ”

Crowning.

Ying Zheng realized that what was pressing on his head was the glory he had won step by step from the trap, and he lowered his eyelids, like a victor full of mocking eyes, but when he looked at this old man who had done his best for the Qin State, he was relieved.

"Lonely has been crowned, and Lao Zhong's father is worried."

Lu Buwei's face made people can't see what he is thinking, just blindly staring at him, "It's good to grow up, it's time to get married, right?" ”

Ying Zheng didn't expect that when the dust settled, this amazingly talented and glamorous minister would have such words, and his pupils inevitably revealed a slight shock, and Lu Buwei said again, "Which lady did you fall in love with and want to ask to marry?" ”

After that, he laboriously picked up his crutches, propped up the gap in the window, leaned against the glazed blue tiles, silver cornices, and coughed: "It's the little girl of Bai Tao, you have always valued it, and you were only so old at that time." He gestured and said with a gentle smile, "You come to practice martial arts, the people in the palace are extremely trivial, you are afraid that the little girl will suffer, you will bring it over, you said that you will take care of it by your side, you are afraid that you will not agree, and you will have to practice for two more hours by yourself, in the blink of an eye, it is so big, like a new seedling pulled out of the crack in the wall, and the branches are luxuriant." ”

Ying Zheng's hand was behind his back, and the wind staggered past him: "Yes." ”

Seeing that he was still a reluctant boy, Lu Buwei smiled and said, "She will be the queen of Great Qin." ”

"Only she will have the queen of Great Qin."

Lü Buwei: "I also look at that girl, she is smart, knows the warmth and cold, and knows how to advance and retreat." You, you are so old, there should be a girl to take care of you, take care of you, don't save yourself so painlessly, if you know pain, you will hurt people, you will hurt people, you will have a heart of benevolence for the people. ”

Ying Zheng: "The middle father taught, and the widow knows it." ”

“.”

There is always a gap between the two, and they can't cross it.

Lu Buwei didn't want to say anything more, his foresight had already made him sober and painful to know the fate he was about to face, he trembled and half got up, and smiled, but the smile was bitter and astringent: "It's just—it's a pity—"

It's a pity that he can no longer serve the Qin State, can no longer work hard for the will of the previous kings, can no longer pave a broad road for the Qin State, and can no longer see the hegemony of the Qin State.

All he could do was at the end of it.

Lü Buwei called him again in a trembling voice: "Zheng'er-"

Ying Zheng's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and his face was unpleasant, "Middle father." Lu Buwei looked at him carefully with tears in his eyes, and his voice became more and more warm and thick, "Good boy, you have grown up, and you are going to ask for a wife." As the saying goes, it is easy to ask for priceless treasures, and it is rare to find a sweetheart. The middle father has nothing to congratulate you, just take this, He Zheng'er is a gift, newly married, melons are long, and Erchang is blazing. ”

After a pause, he handed him a brocade box at the head of the bed, and smiled like a little naughty boy, "Zheng'er, you must put it away." The road ahead, you alone, you have to walk well, may the stars and moon of our Great Qin shine on the land of Kyushu, just like the light that Zheng'er has draped over tonight, bright and bright. ”

It seems to be extremely tired, extremely tired.

He confessed, but he planted his head on the jade pillow, and the snoring did not stop.

Ying Zheng's fingers pinched the brocade box handed over, his fingers were fastened tightly, the buckle was white, and he finally stepped out of the lintel with shaking and trance, and the brocade box in his hand was opened.

Only then did Ying Zheng realize the pain in his chest: "Middle father."

Monarchs and ministers have been getting along for nine years.

He ruined his deeds, and he put all his face.

(End of chapter)