Leave Langya and continue north.

What is there in the vast northern plains.

It is under the wild storm, under the cattle and sheep, the white grass burning in the sky, the continuous bonfire intoxicating mare's milk wine, the shouts and laughter, and the fragrant meat, the aroma of wine baked under the sky...

The Great Wall of China, which is about to be completed, will not be blocked by the barrier of the Pingchuan moat, so that the Xiongnu who dare not look south can no longer invade the infallible barrier of China.

The non-stop rush and tiring traffic make it all out of reach.

Ying Zheng's pride and ambition were trapped in this sick body that had long been hollowed out, and the elixir of the dead fish essence had been completely exhausted.

His vigorous spirit drifted away in the eyes of the ministers like a passing cloud.

The Emperor had to stay in the Dune Palace for the time being to recuperate.

Dune Palace is an old capital.

It also has a historical ancient charm, due to the unique wind erosion, the soil here has become sandy over time, piled up into mounds.

From a distance, the outline of the mountains undulates and changes, the surging yellow waves are mottled endlessly, and the Dune Palace is so simple and clumsy to surround one side, and the vegetation under the eaves inside is still rich, giving people a cool abyss.

It was early autumn in July, and I was still stepping on the tail of an autumn tiger.

Covered with a velvet red, black and gold carpet, with an extravagant iceberg, it is constantly cooling down this dormitory, the imperial doctors have solemn faces, and their old eyes fall on Yingzheng in the heavy curtains, or silent or silent sighs.

The silence was broken by the sound of abrupt coughing from time to time, and Hu Hai was holding a pu fan beside him to cook a curling medicinal soup.

He was fifteen or sixteen years old, and the sweat stains on his forehead were constantly fumigated and flowed, and even his back, which had not yet grown, was soaked with sweat.

Hu Hai pulled the handkerchief handed over by Zhao Gao next to him, wiped it indiscriminately and threw it on the ground, picked up the thick cloth towel and lifted the purple stove.

"Wow-"

The brown soup that has been filtered through the residue is put into a bowl.

He picked up the bowl and blew it, and his round eyes seemed to be covered with a blue-gray shell of water.

This smooth movement can be described as extremely skillful. Zhao Gao sighed beside him: "Your Royal Highness, these days, you can't untie your clothes, and you can't serve tea and soup yourself, it's really a piece of filial piety." ”

"He's my father."

After Hu Hai finished speaking, he knelt down in the past to offer the decoction, Yingzheng was tortured by illness and couldn't sleep day and night, and when he opened his eyes, he continued to review the chapters with his strength.

His thin chin was pale and dead.

Holding the cloth tightly in his hand, he wanted to tremble and get up.

The emperor has a temperament, everything is done by himself, and he has never liked to go through the hands of others.

Hu Hai's eyes were hot and sour, kneeling next to his father and holding the medicinal soup, Ying Zheng held the cloth hard, and gasped in his throat: "Xianyang City, it's making trouble again, cough cough!" Ahem, ahem! ”

Hu Hai stretched out his hand and patted his father's back.

The tentacles could feel the heat of his father as if he could roast people dry, and Hu Hai could only open his eyes to see a pool of dazzling blood coming out of his handkerchief.

Ying Zheng seemed to be unconscious, and said: "The outer Huns, the internal restoration, China has not yet rested, the restoration is still rampant, the nobles of the six countries can collude with the Confucians, not to mention the Huns." In the face of internal and external troubles, I can only fight against death unremittingly, laughing, laughing. ”

Hu Hai knelt down and choked up, "Father." ”

"Crying what? Go to Xuan Mengyi. ”

Ying Zheng said lightly, "As long as I am still in the day, who dares to run rampant!" ”

Meng Yi came in with his back on his back, and the two layers of armor guards stood outside, and after an hour, he staggered when he walked out, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and looked back with zigzag loyalty, "Your Majesty-"

Shout out.

This high-ranking and powerful emperor took the first emperor to the famous mountains and rivers to pray to the gods.

In fact, he returned to Xianyang to suppress the restoration, clean up the disaster and other secret missions to set off.

Hu Hai took the revisited decoction in, didn't care about being burned out of the crimson palm, and watched his father drink the warm medicine, the medicine was very bitter and fishy, the fire was warm and moist into the throat, he tasted it with his own mouth.

"Bitter, isn't it?" Ying Zheng put down the bowl and said suddenly.

Hu Hai hurriedly shook his head: "Father, don't be bitter." ”

"Hai'er, you must know that loyal words are like this medicine, which is difficult to swallow." Ying Zheng said, "Traitorous ministers are not necessarily harming the country, virtuous ministers are not necessarily safe and secure, power is like a horse whip in hand, and riding a horse is a thousand miles." You have to hold it firmly. ”

Hu Hai was stunned.

He seemed to have touched something, and even the three souls and seven spirits seemed to be pulled away.

"Father."

"The country is impermanently strong, and impermanently weak. If those who follow the law are strong, the country will be strong, and if those who follow the law are weak, the country will be weak. Ying Zheng propped his knees with his palms and said, "Why do those old nobles who shout benevolence go to criticize Qin Fa's cruelty and unkindness, while our subjects are extremely supportive and desperately fighting." ”

"Because there are many people of different classes in this world, cloth clothes, slaves, merchants, magnates, landlords, and craftsmen, only our Qin Law has given them justice and given them the opportunity to change their fate."

"Hu Hai, you swear!"

This was like a thunder explosion in his ears, Hu Hai's ears were buzzing, and Yingzheng's coercion was like a tight lifestring on his neck.

He twitched his lips a few times, and saw the blood in Yingzheng's mouth coughing up.

He wanted to go over and help, but he stood still.

The precarious string in Ying Zheng's eyes seemed to be about to be cut, and Hu Hai knelt on his knees: "Father, father, father, I, Hu Hai, swear, I will uphold my father's will, serve France, and continue my Great Qin foundation, and even forever!" ”

*

Ying Zheng felt that he had come to the end of his life.

At night, the Dune Palace is lit with candles, and the burning mosquito repellent grass is piled in piles, and the smoke is thick gray, and the leaves are peeled off and the mesophyll is crackled, and the unique smell of the Dune Palace is mixed with the terroir.

Ying Zheng choked on the smell and coughed a few times, smoothed his chest, and felt that he was better again.

The steps unconsciously went faster.

Stepping back from the guards, he walked under an ancient tree, illuminated by the thick shadows.

Secretly gasped for breath.

The trunk of the tentacle was mottled, and there were traces of knives, spears and axes when touched, and he sighed: "Old fellow, it's just a little weather." ”

I can only barely support myself from falling, but I am delusional that I can continue to walk.

Go faster and finish the road.

Ying Zheng took a few breaths, and his legs became unconscious like stiff bark.

He raised his head, the eternal galaxy crashed into his pupils, and he suddenly wanted to become like these night birds flying in the Dune Palace, disappearing and walking towards the stars overhead.

It's lonely, it's grand, it's bright.

Breaking the branch and holding it in his hand as a cane, Ying Zheng pursed his lips, a little displeased.

In my impression, he was still a drooping child holding a branch in his hand, and at that time he was chased by the officers and soldiers of Zhao State and fled everywhere, and saw the bright big knife on Zhao Bing's waist, holding a branch in the house in the winter.

I fantasize about being able to hold the butcher's knife back one day.

The winters of those years were cold to the bone, and when I looked up, I saw thousands of snow-capped mountains.

Only by relying on the fire burning in his chest, it has burned until now, and has come to this point.

"A person like you who can do anything will do anything, you only deserve to be helpless and lonely all your life!"

A sharp voice suddenly came to mind as it rubbed at his ears for years.

Ying Zheng lowered his deep eyes, saw the crutch in his hand, and pressed the ground to poke a mark.

It is the years that have been carefully erased, and the pinchmarks that have resurfaced.

It's a big deal.

Throwing away the crutches, Ying Zheng laughed, and walked away, his robe was fierce, just looking at his steps, he really looked like a young man who was determined to overwhelm the mountains and seas and set off a world.

The galaxy in the sky is splendid, Feihong is spinning, and a little firefly is gathering around the emperor who is moving faster and faster.

"Yo-"

Listen to the endless, ethereal and distant call.

A white deer with strong antlers, with white jade-like hooves is bowing its head to drink water, and the gurgling river is like a white silk across the Han Sea, seeing Yingzheng who is always alone.

It raised its head, its antlers arching into the sky and calling, "Yo-"

Silver light to the sky, starry endless.

He patted it on the back of the deer familiarly, and stepped forward, the man's skills were still handsome, and the thunder pressed down on the galloping field, and when the hooves of the white deer fell to the ground, it was the hoof prints of flying beads and jade.

The first star of the firmament fell.

"Da

"Yo-"

The hoof prints became denser and denser the more they galloped, dragging out the white marks, which were born of heaven and earth, and were also the glory of all things. The man bowed his head and tore off the chain around the deer's neck, and a gold medal was hung on it, engraved with the words "political and peach" with inscriptions on the muscles and bones.

Peach.

Love into the bone marrow, how can you forget.

Ying Zheng wrapped it around his fingertips, holding the white deer under his crotch, running towards the galaxy, his deep eyes crashed into the night when the stars moved and rolled east, he thought, he had guarded so many people, from war, from slaughter, from barbarians, he had never been alone.

Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng.

You don't measure your own strength, but you go against the sky, supporting your sick body and fighting with the heavens for profit.

But to die.

He said: "I am here, I should defend the territory and open up the territory, sweep away the four razes, and set the foundation of my Great Qin." If I die, I will also become a dragon soul, and bless me with eternal Huaxia!"

The wind blows down, and the stars rain like rain.

Thousands, thousands, thousands of silver snakes piled up in the mountains and seas all tilted down from the starry curtain, scattering silver powder, which is the dregs of the curtain and the new spark, flowing all over the world.

May the sparks scatter, God bless China, and eternal prosperity.