I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 79
The clan members left one after another shaking their heads and chattering, and the night fell, but they didn't know that every frame of Yongcheng trapped them in the destined chess game.

In Qinian Palace, Ying Zheng was leaning against the cold wall alone, the wound on his chest was no longer bleeding, but the pain of shaving the flesh with the tip of the knife was still reminding him repeatedly.

His own mother, holding a dagger in her own hand, was stabbing him in the chest.

"What do you know?! A person like you who can do anything by hook or by crook, knows what love is? You are only worthy of being helpless and alone for the rest of your life."

Zhao Ji's vicious words were still lingering in his mind, causing a scream.

Ying Zheng closed his eyes slightly, the line of his jaw was weakly pale, and there was a kind of shocking fragility for no reason, "...Lonely old life, lonely old life."

He really has nothing now. The fatherly love and motherly love he longed for when he was young, and the tenderness and warmth of ordinary people, are extravagant hopes that he will never be able to touch in his whole life, and the pain that he will never be able to reconcile with himself.

What did he do wrong, so wrong that his biological mother wanted to kill him——

"How could I give birth to something like you, I wish I could strangle you to death!"

Zhao Ji's resentful words echoed in his ears again.

Ying Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, and a wave of evil hit his heart, which was dripping with blood. He clasped the teacup so tightly that his finger bones turned white, and he slammed it down, "Where is Zhao Ji? Tell the widow, Where's Zhao Ji?!"

Zhao Guo crawled over on his knees, and plopped on the ground: "Return to your lord, the empress dowager, killed her two parents and children, and now she is in another palace, crying and singing, I'm afraid it's a mad attack."

"Strangle you, choke you, choke you, choke you—I want to choke you!"

Zhao Ji's voice sounded like an evil ghost, everywhere and pervasive.

Yingzheng's shoulders were trembling, his eyes were red, with deep-seated madness and hatred, "The order of the widow is to imprison the prostitute Zhao in Ganquan Palace, and never come out again!"

Son Youmu.

There was a buzzing in Zhao Gao's mind, and he almost thought he heard it wrong, "Your Majesty."

"Where's the white peach?!"

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth like a wild beast holding back his anger, "Where is the widow's wife?"

"Master Baitao, the servants are looking for you." Zhao Gao broke out in a cold sweat, "I'll report from below that Qin Chuan has strange news."

Ying Zheng kicked his foot, and unprecedented violence swept Zhao Gao, "Look for it, even if you dig three feet deep, if you can't find it, I will sacrifice your heads to heaven!"

Zhao Gao was kicked and rolled on the ground, and the porcelain piece stuck into his palm. Zhao Gao was convulsed with pain, but he didn't care too much, and just kowtowed heavily, "Yes, yes! The servants will look for it now."

Zhao Gao crawled out, and Ying Zheng was left alone in the hall. The action just now tore open the king's wound again. He stood upright, letting the blood gurgle from his chest, like a numb and almost perfect statue in a temple.

But he is the king of Qin after all, a king who has been destroyed and survived.

After a while, he dragged his long royal robe and slowly walked out of the palace door. The moonlight outside poured down, illuminating the tightly paved stone road on the palace road. Yingzheng walked to the guest room step by step. The guards were shocked when they saw him wandering over with a bloody and pale face, "Your Majesty."

He waved his hands: "The widow came to visit Zhongfu, there is no need to say anything."

The room is full of the smell of medicine, Lu Buwei's lips are blue and lingering on the floor, there are many poisonous snakes in Yongcheng, even though there are countless palace servants cleaning, Lu Buwei still got poisoned by the snake venom coming from the mat.

Going to Yongcheng, I have experienced so many right and wrong, it seems that tonight is a sleepless night.

Ying Zheng's tall figure stood beside his couch, and he found Lu Buwei who was stalwart when he was young, Lu Buwei who talked and laughed, Lu Buwei who was full of spirit, and Lu Buwei who taught him how to write.
Already stooped, his face was pale and white-haired, full of gullies, and his smiling face was no longer there.

For Lu Buwei, he has more complicated feelings than for Zhao Ji. He should be grateful for this hero who has led Qin for decades, but he is also an ambitious man who has occupied his power for more than ten years. Breathless mountains.

But now, from now on, whether it is Zhao Ji or Lu Buwei, it is the past.

He can't tolerate him, let alone keep him.

Ying Zheng's expressionless eyes fell on the accumulated gullies on his face. They were not gullies, but the chiseled ones were all the wind and frost that had been shed for Qin, as if he had been dazzled by an oil lamp. He lowered his eyes. Light.

Although Lu Buwei personally sacrificed everything about Lai Ai, including his reputation, rights, prestige, and everything. However, he, the King of Qin, was secretly waiting for Lai Ai to become powerful, and then he sent Lai Ai to the palace with his own hands. news.

The sword has been unsheathed, and it was placed at his throat first, but unfortunately, Lu Buwei is unconscious now, so he can't taste the domineering methods he taught.

Ying Zheng felt calm.

He wants to depose him and drive him to a place thousands of miles away.

Ying Zheng turned around and wanted to leave.

"Zheng'er." A hoarse voice came from behind, Ying Zheng's footsteps stopped, Lu Buwei opened his eyelids, and woke up, he looked at his back with broad shoulders and narrow waist, "Oh, it's Zheng'er, you haven't seen him for a long time I went to see Father Zhong."

Ying Zheng moved his fingers, turned around, and was speechless.

"Zheng'er, it was that aunt who hurt you, so I didn't ask the palace servants to bandage you, cough, cough, cough."

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Still speechless, Yingzheng's royal robes hung down condescendingly, he turned his head and said, "Father Zhong."

Seeing the bleeding wound on his chest, Lu Buwei said weakly, "It hasn't changed, it hasn't changed. You are still as stubborn as when you were a child. I still remember when you took the prince's school exam. Don’t care about it, rush up and go directly to compete with a two-hundred-jin warrior, and you fell down several times by yourself, and you don’t know what the pain is.”

"Zheng'er, do you still remember what Father Zhong said to you the first time you came here with injuries all over your body?"

Ying Zheng's thin lips trembled: "Good boy."

"Good boy!" Lu Buwei laughed heartily, coughed again after laughing, he said weakly, "Good boy, he is a good breed, he will be a great talent in the future, haha." He took another breath and said, "Father Zhong really didn't I misunderstood you, unfortunately, I taught you to be a king and serve the people, teach you to be a meritocracy, teach you to strictly abide by the law, teach you everything I have experienced, everything I can teach, but later, you and I After all, there is a difference between the two, and the differences are for the sake of conspiracy."

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, "Great benevolence is not benevolent, the way of Confucianism is not kingly way."

"It's the time, the situation, it's God's will to let Qin be like this." Lu Buwei coughed twice, seemingly relieved, and after a long time, he cared for him like an ordinary second father, "Zhenger, you have been crowned."

Crowned.

Ying Zheng realized that the weight on his head was the glory that he personally got into the situation and won every step of the way. He lowered his eyelids, like a victor full of mocking eyes, but when he looked at this old man who dedicated himself to Qin, he was full of joy. relieved.

"The solitary has been crowned, and Lao Zhong's father misses it."

Lu Buwei's face made it impossible to see what he was thinking, but he just stared at him blindly, "It's good to be an adult, it's time to get married, right?"

Ying Zheng didn't expect that when the dust settled, this stunningly talented prime minister would say something like this, and his pupils would inevitably reveal a slight shock, and Lu Buwei said again, "Which lady do you like and want to ask to marry her?" ?”

After finishing speaking, he struggled to pick up his crutches, opened the gap between the window casements, leaned against the glazed green tiles and silver cornices, and coughed: "It's the little girl Baitao, you have always valued her, and you were only so old back then." " He made a hand gesture and said with a gentle smile, "You come to practice martial arts. The people in the palace are very trivial. You are afraid that the little girl will suffer, so you bring it here. I don’t agree, and I still need to practice for two more hours on my own, and in the blink of an eye, it’s so big, like a new seedling pulled out from the crack in the wall, with luxuriant branches.”

With Ying Zheng's hands behind his back, Feng passed around him: "Yes."

Seeing that he still looks like a stubborn boy, Lu Buwei smiled and said: "She will be the queen of Daqin."

"Only she can have the queen of Daqin."

Lu Buwei: "I also look at that girl as a big one. She is smart, knows how to advance and retreat. You are so old, there should be a girl who takes care of you and takes care of you. Don't worry about being so painless. If you know the pain, just go If you know how to love others, you will have a benevolent heart for the people.”

Yingzheng: "Father Zhong taught, few people know by themselves."

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There is always a natural chasm between the two of them, no matter how they cross it, they can't cross it.

Lu Buwei couldn't say anything more, his foresight had already made him sober and painfully aware of the fate he was about to face, he half stood up tremblingly, and smiled, but the smile was bitter and astringent: "It's just—— What a pity—”

It's a pity that I can no longer serve the Qin State, can no longer fight for the behest of the previous kings, can no longer pave a broad road for the Qin State, and can no longer see the hegemony of the Qin State.

All he could do was over.

Lu Buwei called him again in a trembling voice: "Zheng'er——"

Yingzheng's eyebrows were slightly lowered, his face was unhappily, "Father Zhong." Lu Buwei looked at him carefully with tears in his eyes, and his voice became more and more warm, "Good boy, he has grown up and is going to ask for a wife. As the saying goes, Yi Asking for a priceless treasure is rare to find a sweetheart. Father Zhong has nothing to congratulate you on, so just take this, and congratulate Zhenger on his wedding, the melons are endless, and Erchang Erchi."

After a pause, he handed him a brocade box next to the bed, smiling like a little urchin, "Zheng'er, you must keep it well. In the future, you must go well by yourself. May the stars and moons of our Great Qin , shone on the land of Kyushu, just like the light shone by Zhenger tonight, bright and bright."

He seemed very tired, very weary.

He just confessed, but his head fell on the jade pillow, and the snoring sound stopped.

Yingzheng pinched the brocade box handed over with his fingers, fastened it tightly with his fingers, and it was white. He finally stepped out of the lintel with shaking and trance, and the brocade box in his hand was opened. Give it back to him.

Only then did Ying Zheng feel the pain in his chest: "Father Zhong."

Monarchs and ministers have lived together for nine years.

He ruined his achievements, and he lost all his face.

(End of this chapter)