"Senior brother, will you leave Xianyang?"

Han Fei was dressed in white, standing in the gray rain, and in front of the brown buildings, they all looked extremely small.

This is the third time he and Lees have been drenched in the same heavy rain. Under the eaves of one roof, the white beads snapped and shattered on the ground.

But what Han Fei said back then was: Senior brother, you insist on going to Qin State?

The moment Li Si saw Han Fei, he instantly smiled.

Then, he shook his head.

Wang Juan gave up a step away, and he collected the umbrella by himself.

"Why did Brother Juan come here?"

"On the way, I met Princess Hehua and talked to her."

Lees didn't say anything, but his eyes deepened.

The three of them entered the Yuelin Palace, and Han Fei took out a stack of letters from Zheng Guo and Zhao Jia.

After Wang Juan read it carefully, he put the letter on the table and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Jia originally talked to Zheng Guo. If he doesn't talk about repairing the canal, he has to let Zheng Guo exchange Han An's details for details. ”

Li Si wrung out the hem of his clothes and said without ups and downs: "It seems that Zhao Jia really wants to go back to Zhao Kingdom to be the king." He did not hesitate to use the entire dark line as a sacrifice. ”

Han Fei glanced at Li Si in surprise. "Don't you really know...... These letters are... Who gave it? ”

Li Si stared, he thought that Han Fei would say Ying Hohua's name.

With Han Fei's insight, it was impossible for him not to notice the strangeness of this little princess.

Unexpectedly, Han Fei just smiled and kept silent about the name.

Han Fei felt that things were becoming more and more confusing and interesting.

Li Si didn't even know that his son was the one behind the operation of Zheng Guo's game?

The sky continued to darken in a state of confusion.

The wind pressure was lower, and the branches outside Xianyang Palace were swaying in the cold rain, and the leaves turned from green to yellow, from yellow to gray, gradually disappearing into the noise of the wind and rain.

The sigh of dusk does not reveal its expectation of the night, and Yingzheng is sitting alone in the huge palace at this moment.

He ordered a large number of lamps in the temple to be blown out, and he was alone in the dark, a habit he had long cultivated.

Zheng Guo's affairs implicated Han and Zhao, although Zhao Jia was the one who took the lead in muddying the waters, how could he be considered a danger?

In Yingzheng's view, Zhao Jia is just a clown.

This can only be regarded as one of the most ordinary court meetings among the countless crises he has dealt with.

The death of the first king, the Huayang Palace Change, the Chang Yu Rebellion, the Cheng Huan Rebellion, and Lü Buwei's relocation to Shu ......

Which one is not more ferocious than this one?

But why does Ying Zheng always feel that there is a very empty place in his heart?

He listened to the rain.

The rain in Xianyang is very different from that in Handan, and the drips in Xianyang quickly slide into both sides of the street on the steps, and the rain flows without stopping for a moment.

The lanterns on the bronze tree were lit by the palace people, and there was only a crackling burning sound in the entire hall, the lights and shadows flickered, and the shadow of Yingzheng kept stretching and shortening suddenly. In such a long and short change, a small figure slipped out of the doorway.

"Is there anyone in there?"

He didn't expect someone to suddenly break his silence.

No one is so bold.

Xu Yi is actually only five points sure that Yingzheng is inside.

Xu Yi was still worried about Li Si at the beginning, since she had already sent Wang Juan to the direction of Yuelin Palace, this time Li Si should not bribe Zhao Gao to send the "Book of Expulsion".

Zheng Li was not there in Zhilan Palace for some reason, so she came to find her mother under the pretext of coming to her mother.

She hung her mind, staring at the lamp she was carrying, the wick swaying in the wind, and she thought about what she would say later.

It's best if it can be heard by Yingzheng himself, if not, it will not be in vain if he is listened to by the maid and then told to anyone in the palace.

Xu Yu stepped into the temple door, and the coolness of the floor came from the soles of his feet, and the moisture with moisture seeped out of the ground. Perhaps because of the Hetu jade board, her senses became very sharp.

The further you go, the darker it becomes.

Xu Yan's palms were sweating, her heart was pounding, and she had the courage to try her best to say what she wanted to say in the innocent tone she had envisioned.

"Brother Wang? Are you back in the palace? …… Did Zhao Jia tell you the truth? ”

"Mother, where are you? I'm lost. ”

At this time, Xu Yi felt that he should bring some crying.

She was thinking about it before she could make an expression. The tear ducts began to work consciously, and there was a place in her heart that was sour.

Xu Yiyi suddenly associated this scene with a scene from her childhood.

Her father travels a lot, and her mother also works.

Until she went to college, she stayed with herself every dark night.

"It's really dark here......"

"Mother, where are you, I'm afraid of the dark."

She walked in one direction.

Fear of the dark is a fear that Xu Yi has developed since he was a child.

After the lights went out, the main hall made the lamp in her hand seem insignificant.

Xu Yi felt as if she had walked far away, so far that she couldn't judge the distance. This hall seemed to have no end, and such a boundless emptiness reminded her of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang.

She squeezed the lamp handle tightly, and her heart became more and more bottomless.

She began to regret that maybe she really shouldn't have walked around.

She even wondered if she had gone somewhere. Could there be anything more bizarre than time travel?

Xu Yan held back his fear, "Is there anyone?" ”

"Is there anyone in there?"

As soon as she finished saying this, she stumbled on a small threshold, and the moment she stepped into the inner hall, she was greeted by the smell of wooden utensils, and she had a vague sense of familiarity.

I can't say it, but it's familiar.

The muffled question is like a bubble bursting in the dark.

"Hehua?"

This is the voice of Yingzheng!

She took another turn in her daze, only to see the location of the light and the source of the sound.

"Hehua," Ying Zheng's tall body stood in front of her.

In his hand he carefully guarded a fire fold, the core illuminating his face and creating a clear reflection on the huge bookshelf behind him.

"How did you find here?"

"Father." Tears welled up in Xu Yan's eyes.

Ying Zheng sighed and beckoned to her, "Come here." ”

Listening to Ying Zheng's gentle and gentle tone many times, she really wants to think of herself as Ying Hehua.

But she is Xu Yi.

"Father, am I your own child?"

This kind of rare direct childish questioning made Ying Zheng stunned at once.

Ying Zheng suddenly laughed, "Is this complaining that the widow disposed of your life-saving benefactor?" ”

Xu Yi couldn't see any other questions he had about this issue at all.

Did he still believe her first story?

"It's not. It was Zhao Jia who promised me, and he said that he wanted to return to the place where he was born and raised. Doctors have said that "fallen leaves return to their roots", and I think this is common sense. That's why I'm willing to help him talk. ”

She saw the light and shadow dancing on Ying Zheng's robe, and Ying Zheng's eyes were still soft and kind when he looked at her.

"If the widow doesn't let Zhao Jia go, will Hehua be angry?"

Xu Yi felt that at this juncture, it was really a good thing not to put him back.

originally wanted to give Zhao Jia a favor, but people didn't need it at all.

If he is not released back to Zhao Guodai, then he may end his later affair with Yan Dan and Zhao Yan.

Xu Yi stared at Ying Zheng's eyes, and said unscrupulously: "Don't talk about Zhao Jia, if anyone is an obstacle from Daqin, they can't let go." ”

Ying Zheng looked at her gently, his pupils burning with a small flickering light, and his eyes were as clear as obsidian.

Like a major sea, a lonely lighthouse.