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On this night, the stars are shifted, and the hook is shifted to the left.

Dark clouds covered the moon, and black clouds compacted the sky, and there was not a trace of wind.

People who saw this celestial phenomenon couldn't help frowning and even felt tightness in their chests.

For example, Zheng Li.

The person who came was Yan Dan's swordsman, and he quickly threw a note into her hand, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Zheng Li held her breath, and when she saw that sentence, there seemed to be an unknown fragrance on the silk cloth, and then, countless pictures pierced her memory, and many things she had forgotten were interspersed into her bones and skin like needles.

The intense pain reminded her of a painful memory.

On the deserted path, a girl who was born delicate. Her ankles were not so tightly tangled in the harnesses, and behind her were the surging refugees.

She pushed hard at the man in front of her, crying and shouting at her:

- Sister, go quickly! King Han is about to find us, he will regret letting you leave Korea, he will not let us go! The Qin State is about to attack Korea, and the Zhao State is safer than here!

At that time, no one knew that soon after, the Korean generals used the land of Shangdang to lead the trouble, and Zhao soon fell into the crisis of the Battle of Changping.

"Little sister! Younger sister...... You save her," Zheng Li rushed forward, but was stopped by the guards behind her, "The princess should hurry up and wait for me to go to Zhao!" ”

Zheng Li couldn't resist the huge coercion behind him.

She was tied to a horse and watched her sister disappear from the catastrophe.

The black clouds and mist moon poured into the Lanchi Plum Garden.

When Zheng Li left, he had forgotten where he was.

"Madam," the maid beside her, Qiu Xi, who had come to Qin with her from the State of Chu, interrupted her rashly, and a vague black shadow appeared at the end of the covered bridge: "Changping Jun has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

The night in Xianyang in winter is very cold.

It's not a good day to be together.

Xu Yi was in the small room, and Ziying Fang asked her about the road in South Korea.

She heard a familiar voice.

Ying Zheng saw that she didn't seem to come back to her senses, so she repeated it again in a low voice:

"Hehua."

The voice suppressed quite a bit of emotion.

Xu Yi turned around, only to see that her father was not wearing a deep Xuan clothes, but a Xuan clothes, obviously before this moment in the morning, he had been in Zhangtai.

Ying Zheng saw that her daughter was still talking freely with Ziying, but as soon as she arrived, she stopped her voice, and at the moment she was just looking at herself, this kind of strangeness of reunion after a long absence made him suddenly chill.

He instantly remembered the scene when he returned to Xianyang, and the scene when he saw his father Wang Yingyiren and Lü Buwei.

Ying Zheng hated this hypocritical smile from the bottom of his bones. So he looked around at everyone present with the most strange and detached gaze.

But now, how could his daughter look at him with such eyes?

He thought of her being taken away under his nose, of being injured on the road, of her having to face the scheming Korean monarchs alone.

Ying Zheng has felt this kind of emotion called guilt on a few occasions in his life.

It was already a great comfort that she could come back alive, but because of the funeral of the Empress Dowager Huayang, it was too late for her to take a breath. He even kept silent in front of his ministers about his attitude towards Hehua, as if this daughter was no different from others.

Yingzheng blamed himself for not being a good father.

At this time, like Li Si, he didn't believe in celestial prophecies, but when he thought of the words of the great witch, he silently thought in his heart: If the heavens want to crusade, they will be inflicted on the widow.

Xu Yi saw Ying Zheng slowly leaning over and making eye contact with her.

She saw the infinite stories in these eyes. Xu Yi was originally very nervous, Ying Zheng heard that he was asking Li Xian, worried that he would see through his imitation of Li Xian's letter, and asked her why she did this.

But since she looked at him, she didn't say anything, and her heart somehow settled down.

This is a feeling that can only be experienced in Fusu and Zheng Li.

She will also trust the person in front of her unconditionally.

Because he was Yingzheng, she called him: "Father." ”

She opened her hand, and just touched his arm, her mouth deflated, and she couldn't stop crying.

And what she was puzzled about was that her appearance of a handful of snot and tears must be very funny, but Yingzheng smiled softly and hugged her like a relieved person.

"The widow has made you suffer." He patted her on the back.

"Those who hurt you, the widow will get them all back for you."

Ying Zheng's side face was a little clearer in the light of the extinguished fire.

"The widow has ordered the whole country to arrest the disciples of the Mo family. Han Wang was imprisoned in Liangshan forever and was not allowed to come out for life. As for Han Xiang, his young son dared to set it on fire,"

Xu Yi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Yes, if it weren't for the fact that his brother Zhang Liang's teacher was Mr. Han Fei, I would have asked General Yingteng to kill him immediately." ”

Ying Zheng had seen this name earlier, but he didn't expect that the first time he heard this name was from his daughter's mouth.

"Why doesn't Hehua want to kill them?"

"Mr. Han Fei is a person who is treated politely by his father. Zhang Liang is his student, so Hehua naturally has to be treated like his father. Killing his own brother is hard to guarantee that he will be cold and cannot be used by Daqin. ”

Ying Zheng showed a hint of admiration, he knew everything she said in advance, and Ying Teng's military newspaper also praised how smart his daughter was, and now listening to her own words, she felt that it was even more unusual to speak to others.

He didn't hold back his usual words to the courtiers for a while, and asked:

"But some people always say that even if the widow imprisons Han Fei, Han Fei is still not used by Great Qin."

Xu Yi may not be suitable for the scene of returning to Qin to pretend to be a child.

She did not hide it: "Father, Korea has finally returned to Daqin." ”

So the implication is that Han Fei was forcibly obeyed by the current situation in a sense.

Many of Yingzheng's entanglements seem to be broken by this sentence.

No matter what outsiders think of him, no matter how much he is ridiculed and scolded for what he has to do, Daqin's existence will always be understood, just like his daughter, who is less than ten years old.

He feared that she had seen the cruelty of destroying the country in Korea, and that she had been tormented by his desire to dominate the world, and since then she has been as alienated and hated him as they are.

"Hehua never blamed his father?"

Ying Zheng's question was asked very carefully.

In fact, Xu Yi is more determined than anyone else.

She smiled and said, "Of course I blame you, why didn't you come to pick me up earlier with my mother." But I believe that Father must have done the right thing. ”

The light in the hall was blown obliquely by the wind, and the trees outside the window moved with the shadows.

Suddenly, a lot of wax tears poured out of the lamp.

Immediately afterward, a violent shaking swept through the entire palace and even the entire land.

A noise came from the depths of the ground out of nowhere.