The photoprint is placed in the center.

The edges and corners on it are round, and it seems that this dead thing has been rubbed by countless people, and it burns the green phosphorus fire of the underworld, becoming more popular than anyone can imagine, power, is the right of life

Ying Zhengkun sat next to him, his long eyelashes drooping.

When did it start?

When he entered Qin when he was a child, it was his middle father who blocked him in front of him with his own strength, blocked the ambitious Chu family, paved a road for him and his father, and worked hard for the great cause of Qin for half his life.

But so what?

He was nothing more than a businessman who had an adulterous affair with his mother.

Ying Zheng swept his sleeve towards Xiangyin, and Xiangyin fell to the ground with a "bang" and fell apart.

What's more, as a courtier, Lü Buwei has no duty as a courtier. Daxing Confucianism and Taoism, criticizing Legalism and Qin Law, and raising 3,000 disciples infiltrated the Qin State like spider silk, and everyone in the court and under the court was helping him speak, and everyone was listening to him.

Where is he, the King of Qin?! Where is it again?!

His hand was stretched out, and the matter was too wide, completely ignoring his face, repeatedly cutting off his mouth, and the courtiers also looked at him like a foolish child, and the silent eyes pierced his backbone like a knife, but he couldn't collapse, he had to endure, endure and stand on top of the temple.

Nine years, nine years of endurance, nine years of being a puppet king.

Whoever dares to stand in the way of others, die!

His heart was boiling, but Yingzheng's face was as calm as water, and in the night of the massacre, his chest rose and fell, and his thin lips spit lightly, "Lonely and have no regrets." ”

No regrets.

Outside, there were night owls pressed on the branches, howling miserably, and the golden moon in the deep blue night, like a bloody scar, he sat in the dark, far from the light of the world, quietly looking out of the window, looking at the sky.

The night was terrible.

Ying Zheng felt more and more lonely, there was no one behind him, and a slight voice sounded outside the hall, causing tense ripples in his heart, "Taotao." The hoarse voice actually carried a trace of fragility that was not easy to put together, and the tense muscles on the tall monarch's body were removed little by little, and the pure black pupils were lit with a palpitating luster, "Peach."

"Boom-"

In the silence, there was even greater movement on the eaves.

This was followed by the sound of the Dark Guard's sword "brushing" out, "What person?!" "If you dare to trespass on the king's dormitory, you will be killed!" "Take it!"

In the midst of the noisy fighting, there was a person with a fishy smell in his arms, holding a girl in his arms, half-rolling and half-crawling in from the window, kneeling to Yingzheng and pouting, and said in a dumb voice, "Your Majesty, my aunt and grandmother are going to die!" ”

Ying Zheng suddenly got up, and all the hard walls that had just been erected suddenly collapsed at this moment.

The girl who rolled off Zheng Guo's shoulder was pale and fragile like a candle in the wind.

Ying Zheng's pupils shook, and the fear and panic he had never felt before made his face pale, "Taotao. Peach. ”

White Peach didn't react.

He rushed over and picked her up, his fingertips touched her skin, it was a coolness that had lost its temperature, like a porcelain doll with delicate and lifeless eyebrows, his teeth chattered in fear, and he pressed his cheek against her peach blossom face, trying to give her a trace of warmth, "Peach, peach. Wake up, don't sleep. ”

"Doctor Xuan! Xuan Taiyi! He took Bai Tao in his arms and rushed out like crazy.

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"What's going on over there?"

"I don't know."

"It's so late, and it's still making a commotion, don't there be any trouble."

"It's possible, look at this King of Qin, he hasn't fought a battle, except for going out to quell a rebellion, hey, that is, showing his face and standing up a prestige, he is a hairy boy, in addition to making trouble, what can he do."

"Don't forget, he is now crowned and is the king of Qin."

"Crackle." The candles exploded in unison, and then there was a blink of an eye-low darkness, and the room was bright again, shining in this magnificent side hall.

In the side hall, a group of well-dressed Qin clan relatives sat or sat or lay down to crowd this room, the table was full of inkstone parchment, and in the fragrance of bamboo ink, some people were yawning inappropriately.

"Sleep on, I'll add some more lamps."

Someone stood up, and was about to go to the cabinet to get the oil lamp, and the shadows outside the window were Xiaoxiao, and he seemed to see some white mist passing by, rubbed his eyes, and only suspected that he was dazzled.

The man stepped on the wooden stump, looked at his crooked colleagues, and kicked over with a foot that hated iron but not steel, "Get up, get up!" I called you here to write an impeachment petition, but one by one I haven't survived, it was the foreign minister who took over your business, and you haven't been on the battlefield for a long time, have you forgotten the taste of staying up in the barracks for seven days and seven nights before? Our ancestors, forced by the Hu people and forced by the nations, bloody battles have become commonplace, how can you eat one by one fat and strong! ”

"I think, you have been comfortable for too long, and sooner or later you will be asked to go to Rongbian to fight against the Hu people!"

These words seem to be peppercorn powder poured into the mouth, numb stomach.

Several clan relatives grabbed the corners with both hands, and finally got up, and said with sleepy eyes, "Isn't it just the matter of Spring Lu Buwei, we all kill the enemy with swords, and we are not the kind of sour ink literati, the charter can't be written, and it is enough to go back to the house and shout a few pens to be honest and honest, so a lot of people have to boil tightly, do you say it?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "You know your fart!" According to the temperament of King Qin, I am afraid that if we don't wait for the injury to heal, we will set off immediately, and when we return to Xianyang, we will jointly write a letter to impeach the old fritter, and strike while the iron is hot, so as not to drag on for a long time, and the night is long and dreamy, so that the cheap businessman has turned over, so many years, you don't know how slippery he is, hurry up, if you can't write it, you have to hold it out for me, and then poke a finger print on it. ”

One person muttered: "Sacrifice a false eunuch, cholera palace, let the Qin State be disgraced, is there anything to wash away." ”

The movement outside became bigger and bigger, and someone scratched the typo with a pen knife, frowning while scraping: "What's the matter, Qi Nian Palace is not an assassin again, or the remnant of Chang Yu." ”

"How is it possible, they are all some low-level people who are not in the climate, and I am afraid that he will make a comeback."

"I'll take a look." Someone frowned and went out and called a little guy, and the little guy nodded, "I know." "Sink into the night.

"Deal with Lu Buwei, what about the Empress Dowager Zhao, the Empress Dowager Zhao is the widow of the first king and the mother of the King of Qin, how can we, the old clansmen, convict her? Could it be that he slaughtered her. ”

One person said: "Didn't King Qin say that the Empress Dowager Zhao would be imprisoned in Ganquan Palace forever and never again?" ”

Someone filmed the case: "How can this be true! Son and mother, look at it, how can there be such a truth in the world. ”

"There is no reason for a mother to kill a child in that world." Someone threw the bamboo slip on the case, "All the infamy is carried by the King of Qin, what are you jumping on?!" ”

Silence.

The flat-haired animals outside did not stop, but no one felt irritable, and some of them were actually a kind of silent wave crashing here, pervasive and oppressive. Someone flipped through the bamboo slip and said, "This King of Qin deserves to be really sad."

As a hostage when he was young, he lost his father when he was young, and Chengli was betrayed by his mother, this matter can't be put on anyone, not to mention that King Qin is a person of flesh and blood, and he is not a meteorite fine iron.

Some people wanted to sigh a few words, but remembered that although they had a blood connection with King Qin, they were not actually familiar with it, and they really couldn't find any position, so they could only clench their fists and cough.

Awkwardly, "In that case. We don't have to meddle in the affairs of Empress Dowager Zhao, whether it is good or not, as long as we drag Lu Buwei into the water. ”

Someone came from outside, it was a little guy who had just been probing, "Little one to meet the adults, it's the little master of the white peach in the palace who is unconscious, and I heard that he was poisoned." ”

"Little Master Bai?"

This group of clan relatives has seen white peaches when they were young, and at that time, the half-grown boy always held a girl with a double screw bun by his side, and even brought it to the banquet.

Everyone is from the past, and when they see this pair, they are all thinking about it in their hearts, but they are silent with a smile on their faces. If you want to say how much of King Qin's iron-faced tenderness is left, squeeze and twist it, then there is not a drop left to this one.

"Why did she come over, King Qin came to Yongcheng to be crowned, and she still brought it?"

"How is the injury, whether it is serious or not."

The little servant said: "The slave only glanced at it from a distance, and only saw a bunch of armor soldiers carrying the imperial doctor and running into the Qi Nian Palace, and the rest of the voices were all eunuchs who could listen to the eunuchs who served in the inner hall, and the slave three said two words, and it is estimated that the injury is not light." ”

The sects looked at each other, "I'll wait to see?" ”

"King Qin's heart is meat, you are not a doctor, what's the use of seeing it, so as not to be disgusted." Someone sneered, "Since ancient times, there has been a lot of life in the red-faced, and that girl has suffered this, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to live long in the future." ”

"It's hard to live long."

There is a thoughtful and lively way, "If it is difficult to live a long life, won't King Qin be even more sad?" "But even if the blood relatives will always think of their own interests under their noses, "If that girl is unpredictable at that time, we will marry a few women surnamed Mi and the King of Qin, wouldn't it be good for eternity, and the princes and grandsons who will be born at that time will also be related to us." ”

"Wonderful!"

"It's a brilliant plan."

The clansmen turned their heads to each other, stroked their palms and smiled, "This is good, what do you say?" ”

"Enough!"

Qi Qi, who always closed his eyes, smashed his fist on the case, and the buzzing and noisy sound stopped instantly, and he said, "Eat the king's Lu, the matter of loyalty to the king, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't read what you shouldn't think about, if there is a dynasty that the king really has a heart with me, it is also because our old clans are not enough to worry about the country, and say that the king is not close to our clan, have you really thought about the king?!" ”

“……”

All the clan relatives were stunned.

Some people secretly ridiculed in their hearts: It seems that you, a cousin of Changpingjun, seem to be really thinking about the King of Qin, if you really think about the King of Qin, why would you summon them so non-stop to impeach Lu Buwei.

But people, they wear skin and faces.

It's about who can pretend.

The clan relatives said pretendedly: "Yes, yes, what Changping Jun said is really true." ”

(End of chapter)