I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Leave Langya and continue heading north.

What is there in the vast Northern Plains?

It is the cows and sheep under the stormy wind in the wild, the white grass burning in the wild, the intoxicating kumiss of the continuous bonfires, the shouts and laughter, the aroma of the meat and the aroma of the meat and wine being baked under the sky...

The Great Wall, which is about to be completed, is a barrier blocking the Pingchuan Gorge, so that the Huns who dare not look south can no longer invade China's unbreakable barrier.

But the non-stop running around and the fatigue of traveling and traveling make all of this out of reach.

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

His hale and hearty spirit drifted away in the eyes of the ministers like a passing cloud.

The emperor had to temporarily stay in Dune Palace to recover from his illness.

Dune Palace is an old capital from a long time ago.

It also has a historical charm. Due to unique wind erosion, the soil here has become sandy and accumulated into hills over time.

From a distance, the contours of the mountains are undulating, and the torrential yellow waves are mottled. The Dune Palace is surrounded by such a simple place. The vegetation under the eaves inside is quite rich, providing a cool shade.

It is July and early autumn, and we are still stepping on the tail of the autumn tiger.

Covered with velvet red, black and gold carpets and luxurious icebergs, this palace was constantly cooling down. The imperial doctors looked solemn, and their old eyes fell on Ying Zheng under the heavy curtains, either silently or sighing silently.

From time to time, sudden coughs broke the silence. Hu Hai was holding a cattail leaf fan and cooking a medicinal soup.

He was fifteen or sixteen years old, and he had already grown taller. The sweat on his forehead kept flowing down, and even his ungrown back was soaked with sweat.

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

"Wow—"

Strain the brown medicinal soup from the medicinal residue and put it into a bowl.

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

This smooth and flowing movement can be described as extremely skillful. Zhao Gao sighed and sighed: "Your Highness has been wearing clothes these days. He has done nothing but serve tea and soup himself. He is really filial."

"He is my father."

After Hu Hai finished speaking, he knelt down and offered the decoction. Ying Zheng was tortured by the illness and could not sleep day and night. He kept his eyes open and tried to hold on to the strength to continue reviewing the memorial.

His thin chin exuded a pale, lifeless air.

Holding the cloth tightly in his hand, he tried to stand up tremblingly.

The emperor's nature is to do everything himself, and he never likes to go through other people's hands.

Hu Hai's eyes were sour and hot. He knelt down next to his father and held the medicinal soup. Ying Zheng held the cloth hard and gasped: "Xianyang City, there is trouble again, cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

Hu Hai reached out and patted his father's back.

He could feel his father's high heat with his tentacles, as if it could dry people out. Hu Hai could only open his eyes and see a pool of dazzling blood exposed from his handkerchief.

Ying Zheng seemed unaware and said: "The Huns are on the outside and the restoration is on the inside. China has not rested yet, and the restoration is still rampant. The nobles of the six countries can hook up with the Confucian scholars, let alone the Xiongnu. With internal and external troubles at the forefront, I can only fight unremittingly against death. , laugh, laugh.”

Hu Hai knelt down and choked with sobs: "Father."

"Are you crying? Go and declare Mengyi."

Ying Zheng said calmly, "As long as I am here, who dares to be so rampant?"

Meng Yi came in with a stooped back. There were two layers of armored guards standing outside. After an hour, he staggered when he walked out. With tears in the corners of his eyes, he looked back with a tortuous and loyal look, "Your Majesty——"

Just shout.

This high-ranking minister took the First Emperor to famous mountains and rivers to pray to the gods.

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

Hu Hai went in carrying the reheated decoction. He didn't care about the crimson palms being burnt, and watched his father drink the warming elixir with his own eyes. The medicine was bitter and fishy, ​​and the heat was so warm that it entered his throat. He had tasted it himself.

"Is it bitter?" Ying Zheng put down the bowl and said suddenly.

Hu Hai hurriedly shook his head: "Father, it's not hard."

"Hai'er, you have to know that loyal words cannot reach the ears, just like this medicine, which is hard to swallow." Ying Zheng said, "A traitorous minister may not necessarily harm the country, a wise minister may not necessarily bring peace to the country, and power in the hand is like a riding crop. Riding a horse is a thousand miles. You have to hold on tight."

Hu Hai was stunned.

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

"Father."

"The country is neither strong nor weak. If those who follow the law are strong, the country will be strong. If those who follow the law are weak, the country will be weak." Ying Zheng said with his palms on his knees, "Why do those old nobles who shout about benevolence criticize the Qin Dynasty?" The law is cruel and unkind, but our subjects are extremely supportive and fight for it desperately."

"Because there are many people of different classes in this world, including commoners, slaves, merchants, dignitaries, landlords, and craftsmen. Only our Qinfa has given them justice and the opportunity to change their destiny."

"Hu Hai, you swear!"

It was like thunder exploding in Hu Hai's ears, and Ying Zheng's pressure was like a tightened life string on his neck.

He slurred his lips a few times and saw the blood in Ying Zheng's mouth coughing out. He wanted to go over and help him, but he stopped.

The dangerous string in Ying Zheng's eyes seemed to be torn apart. Hu Hai knelt on his knees: "Father, father, father, I, Hu Hai, swear that I will uphold my father's aspirations, serve France as strong, and continue our Great Qin." Foundation, even for eternity!”

*

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

At night, the Sand Dune Palace is brightly lit with candles, and there are piles of burning mosquito repellents. Thick gray smoke fills the air, exuding leaves peeling off their leafy flesh, crackling and mixed with the unique terroir smell of the Dune Palace.

Ying Zheng choked and coughed a few times due to the smell, then wiped his chest and felt better again.

His steps moved faster unconsciously.

Ping retreated and followed the guard. He walked under an ancient tree and was illuminated by the thick shadow.

He secretly took a few breaths.

The trunk of the tentacles was mottled, and there were traces of swords, spears, axes and axes when touched. He sighed: "Old guy, you just experienced a little bit of wind and frost."

I could only try my best to hold myself up and not fall down, but I thought I could continue walking.

Go faster and finish the road.

Ying Zheng took a few breaths, and his legs were like stiff tree bark, becoming numb.

He raised his head, and the eternal river of stars hit his eyes. He suddenly wanted to be like these night birds flying in the dune palace, lingering in the vanishing clouds, walking towards the stars above his head.

It is lonely, grand and brilliant.

Breaking a branch and holding it in his hand as a crutch, Ying Zheng pursed his lips, feeling a little unhappy.

In my memory, he was still a young boy holding a branch in his hand. At that time, he was being chased by Zhao soldiers and running away. He saw the bright sword on the Zhao soldier's waist. He was stabbing and killing blindly in the house with the branch in his hand in the winter.

I fantasize about being able to hold the butcher knife backwards one day.

The winters of those years were bone-chilling, and when you looked up you could see thousands of snow-capped mountains.

Only relying on a fire burning in his chest, he has been able to reach this point.

"For a person like you who can do anything by any means, you only deserve to be helpless and alone for the rest of your life!"

A sharp sound suddenly came to mind, and it had been scratching my ears for many years.

Ying Zheng lowered his deep eyes and saw that the crutch in his hand could make a mark by pressing it hard on the ground.

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

The worst case scenario is that I won’t be able to walk anymore.

Throwing away his crutches, Ying Zheng laughed and walked away with his hands behind his back, wearing a strong black robe. Just looking at his steps, he really looked like the young man who was determined to overthrow mountains and seas and make a difference in the world.

The stars in the sky were shining brightly, flying around, and fireflies gathering around the emperor who was walking faster and faster.

"YoYo--"

I can’t hear it for a long time, an ethereal and distant call.

A white deer with majestic antlers, white jade-like hooves raised up, is lowering its head to drink water. The gurgling river is like a piece of white silk crossing the Han Sea, and I see Ying Zheng walking alone.

It raised its head, its antlers arched into the sky and called out, "Yo yo——"

The silver light reaches the sky, and the stars are endless.

He patted the deer's back familiarly and stepped forward. The man's skills were still handsome, pressing down on the speeding field like thunder. When the white deer's limbs and hooves landed on the ground, there were hoof prints of flying beads and jade.

The first star in the sky fell.

"Ta-ta-da, yo-yo, ta-ta-da, ta-ta-ta."

"YoYo--"

The hoof prints became denser as they ran, trailing out white traces, which were created by both heaven and earth, and were the glory of all things. The man lowered his head and pulled off the chain from the deer's neck. There was a gold medal hanging on it, engraved with the unforgettable Chinese characters for politics and peach.

Taotao.

How can we forget when love is so deep in our bones?

Ying Zheng wrapped himself around his fingertips, held the white deer under his crotch, and ran towards the galaxy. His deep eyes looked into the night where the stars were moving and rolling eastward. He thought that he had protected so many people from war and war. Killing and protecting from barbarian invasion, he was never alone.

Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng.

You don't overestimate your ability, but you go against the will of nature, supporting your sick body to compete with heaven for time, and with earth for profit.

But live towards death.

He said: "When I am here, I will defend the land and open up the frontiers, wipe out the four barbarians, and establish the foundation of our great Qin. If I die, I will transform into a dragon soul to protect China forever!"

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

Thousands, thousands, thousands of silver snakes sloping down from the star curtain, scattering silver powder, which is the sediment of the curtain, but also the new sparks, flowing densely, blooming all over the world .

May the sparks scatter in the wild, God bless China, and may it prosper forever.