I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Ying Zheng stood still and didn't turn his head back: "The official noble who relied on the hard work of the bed, also has the cheek to bear the word "false father?"

"False father and false father, when the fake is true, the real is also fake, isn't it true if it's fake?"

Lai Ai picked up the wine glass and said calmly, "Come on, good son, the fake father is here to toast you, congratulating your son on his coming of age."

Ying Zheng didn't answer, and snorted coldly: "A eunuch, is he worthy?"

"Ha ha!"

Lao Ai has been a snake demon for 5000 years, and she is not angry at all, her eyes are black and misty, and she said: "Good son, it is up to you whether you are worthy of being a father. Good son, come, drink this glass of wine quickly."

A mere sorcery would not be of much use to the regal Emperor.

Ying Zheng was not affected at all, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a sarcasm.

Zhao Ji received Lao Ai's glare at the side, saw the glass of poisoned wine, and said in a strange way: "Zheng'er, drink it quickly."

Lao Ai smiled cruelly: "Drink quickly."

Zhao Ji's voice fell into Yingzheng's mind like a tongue-gouging pain. When he went to see her mother, he saw an extremely indifferent pink skeleton.

Ying Zheng: "You are not the widow's mother, you are not worthy of being a mother, nor worthy of being a queen mother, you are not worthy!"

After finishing speaking coldly, he drew out the Lulu sword in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at Lai Ai Zhao Ji, "The adulterer and whore, take your life!"

Lai Ai had calculated thousands of times, but she didn't expect this Human Sovereign to be so surly.

How can ordinary people react like this as a son? How can he draw his sword when he draws his sword to his mother? He was so frightened that his nose expanded, his jaw stiffened, and the poisoned wine in his hand fell to the ground, making a sizzling sound.

"boom--"

Take the wine cup as the command.

The doormen he set up outside heard the signal and rushed over, but they didn't expect to be ambushed and killed by a group of dormant Qin generals.

Between knives, guns and halberds, Lao Ai was shocked by the kingly aura exuding from Ying Zheng's hands and pushed away on her back. In desperation, she could only hold the dagger against Zhao Ji's neck, a cold light flashed in the snake's pupils, "Stop, come again, I killed your mother! If I plant it on you, I will say that the son killed the mother, hahahaha."

Zhao Ji was pressed against by her sweetheart with a dagger, her face full of disbelief: "Buwei, Buwei, I am your wife, how could you kill me, we still have two children, Buwei."

Lao Ai's eyes were filled with anger, and the dagger moved a step closer, "Shut up! I've had enough, I'm Lao Ai, not your damn lover!"

"No, you are my Buwei. We have shared the same bed for so many years, how can I admit my mistake?"

Lai Ai didn't bother to explain.

He smiled fiercely at Ying Zheng: "You don't know yet, you good mother gave me two sons who are neither human nor ghost, she cruelly abandoned you and wanted my son to be the king of Qin, how ridiculous ?!"

"Hahahahahaha."

"King Qin, King Qin, it doesn't matter that you were born with an extraordinary destiny, so what is the difference between you and us, in HD you were abandoned, abandoned by your biological father, abandoned by your biological mother, abandoned by your country, you Abandoned by your homeland, the sky is big and the earth is big, there is no room for you as a bastard, now that you are the king of Qin, you are still abandoned hahahaha, how pitiful, sad and deplorable!"

A tear from the corner of Zhao Ji's eye fell to the ground, she looked at Ying Zheng, and the tears splashed, "Zheng'er."

Ying Zheng stood where he was, his footsteps seemed to be nailed to the ground, and his whole body seemed to have been sublated, leaving only a hollow skin.

The black mist on the ground winds around his torso like needles and threads. This is a scar that he couldn't smooth out when he was young. He always thought that time would smooth it out, but when he dreamed back at midnight, it would ooze pus over and over again. Rotten and stinky.

"Zhao Zheng, you are a bastard, hahahaha, your own father doesn't want you anymore, and went to Qin to enjoy the blessings."

"Your mother is a prostitute who was raped by thousands of people in Zhao. You are a horse slave. You want to wash the stables of Zhao for the rest of your life. Hahahaha, the prince of Qin is nothing more than that."

"Zhao Zheng, kneel down quickly, we will ride you like a horse, kneel down quickly, kneel down quickly."

"They say you are a wild species, why?"

"Hahahaha, he is a bastard. He is bleeding the dirtiest blood. If you smell him, he still smells bad. I'm afraid there is some kind of disease. Everyone, stay away from him."

The humiliation in HD when he was a child, the beating and scolding by children throwing stones and branches, plunged Ying Zheng into a quagmire of pain, like a rampaging beast approaching a dead end.

In the black mist, he gritted his teeth and said, "The widow is not a bastard!"

But to no avail, the scars of childhood can always trap a person's heart.

Seeing that it was effective, Lao Ai handed the dagger to Zhao Ji, "You come, it will be done soon, as long as you do it, there will be no obstacles between us!"

Zhao Ji's shoulders were tense and were still trembling involuntarily. Seeing him handing the dagger to her, the moment she understood his intention, the string in her head trembled.

Lai Ai was still talking, and he used the sweetest tone in his life, whispering in her ear, "Zhao Shu, you are his mother, you gave him life with your own hands, and you can end his life with your own hands. You It could have been."

Zhao Ji began to struggle, gritted her teeth and said sharply, "No, don't. Don't kill him!"

"Why don't you kill him? His life after life is his destiny, and it should be done. Even if you kill him, you won't lose any karma."

He was full of patience, "Zhao Shu, if you don't kill him, will he tolerate our son? At that time, the existence of our two sons will be a shame on his face, a shame on the Qin clan. , if you don’t kill him, our son won’t be able to survive.”

He was stepping on her sore feet.

Zhao Jiru was frying in the oil pan, and the hand holding the dagger kept shaking: "No, no, no, he is also my son."

Lai Ai looked down at her, with calm disappointment in her eyes, "Zhao Shu, you are now Mrs. Xiangguo and the daughter-in-law of my Lu family, but you have the heart to let your two sons die because of the son of your ex-husband."

He lowered his voice softly, coaxing three points, "Zhao Shu, as long as our son becomes the King of Qin, we will be Fan Li and Xishi. Just like you said, go boating on the lake, plowing the fields and weaving cloth. We stay away from the temple and go Go to the countryside to live, after a few years, grandchildren will be around your knees, and descendants will be in groups, Zhao Shu, as long as you can do this."

He held her hand, pointing the dagger at Ying Zheng in the black mist: "Zhao Shu, you have given up on him several times, so what if it's one more time, this is what he deserves, he is the king of Qin, he has got That's enough."

"Woooooo."

Zhao Ji wept unceasingly, her pupils reflected the trapped animal Ying Zheng, as if across the uncrossed river of Styx, he stood at this end, her relatives were clearly connected to her from a long distance, but seemed to be forever out of reach.

When exactly did their mother and son come to this point.

"Zhao Shu! Why are you still hesitating?! Kill him, but he is just a son who doesn't agree with you. You still have two lovable children, and me, as well as the commoner life you dreamed of. Don't you think so? Don't you want it? Do you really want your two sons to die in front of you? "

Lai Ai's veins burst out, and seeing Zhao Ji hesitate, he went to the cradle and pinched a little monster with one hand, and asked her fiercely, "Zhao Ji, are you the king of Qin's life, or do you want your son to live?"

The little monster opened its snake eyes, stretched out its long tongue, and its sap ticked under its chin: "Hissssss——"

Zhao Ji's face was bleak, and when she saw the little monster crying, her body was in pain like cutting flesh, she wanted to step forward, but she only held the dagger in her hand tightly, "Let go of me!"

Lao Ai's subordinates exerted even more force, staring at the King of Qin with a shadowy look: "Then kill him!"

"I will kill him." Zhao Ji burst into tears.

She clenched the dagger tightly, firmly restraining the uncontrollable shaking of her body, and approached Ying Zheng step by step.

The black mist around Yingzheng became thicker and thicker, and it was tightly bound like layers of iron chains. Zhao Ji's face was filled with unspeakable pain, "Yingzheng, you are the king of Qin, I am not your mother, and I am not worthy to be your mother." , If there is an afterlife, you will be the butcher, I will be the livestock, you will be the knife, and I will be the fish."

The butcher's knife was raised high.

Zhao Ji closed her eyes, her breathing was painful, all the hustle and bustle receded by her ears, and she went back to the afternoon when she fled in HD.

At that time, Xiao Yingzheng couldn't walk safely, Zhao Bing came to search, she hid him in a pile of straw and hid together, stabbed in front of her eyes with a sharp knife, Xiao Yingzheng didn't know what life and death were, After the officer and soldier left, he saw her crying so hard that his little feet stared at her belly, and he crawled up with a whimper: "Mother, I'm in pain, do you feel pain?"

It hurts.

My mother has been in pain all my life.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the dagger sank into his chest, Zhao Ji's fingers couldn't help shaking, and the bloody dagger fell to the ground with a "bang", she knelt down straight, covering her face and crying bitterly.