I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 80
Xiangyin is placed in the middle.

The edges and corners on the top are rounded, as if this dead thing has been caressed by countless people. It ignited the green phosphorous fire of the underworld, and became more sought after than anyone imagined. Power is an endless right.

Ying Zhengku sat beside him, his long eyelashes drooping.

When did it start?
When he entered Qin Dynasty when he was young, it was Zhong's father who stood in front of him with his own strength, blocked the ambitious Chu family, paved a way for him and his father, and worked hard for half his life for the great cause of Qin.

But so what?
He was nothing more than a businessman who had an affair with his mother.

Yingzheng swept his sleeve towards Xiangyin, who fell to the ground with a "boom" and fell to pieces.

What's more, as a courtier, Lu Buwei has no duty to be a courtier.Daxing Confucianism and Taoism, criticizing the Legalists, criticizing the Qin Law, and the three thousand disciples he raised penetrated into the Qin State like spider silk. Everyone in the court and under the court, everyone was speaking for him, and everyone was listening to him.

Where is he, King Qin? !Where is it? !
His hands were stretched out, and his expectations were too wide. He cut off his own mouth repeatedly without regard to his own face. The courtiers looked at him as if they were watching a foolish child, and their silent eyes were pierced like knives. To his spine, but he can't collapse, he has to endure, endure and stand on the temple.

Nine years, nine full years of enduring, nine full years of being a useless puppet king.

Those who dare to block him, die!
His heart was boiling, but Ying Zheng's face was as calm as still water. In the night of the massacre, his chest rose and fell, and his thin lips whispered, "I have no regrets."

No regrets.

Outside, there was Ye Ye pressed on the branch, howling sadly, the golden moon in the dark blue night, like a pinched scar with blood, he sat in the dark, far away from the light of the world, quietly penetrated Through the window, looking at the sky.

The night was bleak and frightening.

Yingzheng felt more and more lonely, and there was no one behind him. There was a slight voice outside the hall, and there were tense ripples in his heart, "Taotao." The hoarse voice contained a trace of fragility that was not easy to put together. The tense muscles on the king's body were loosened little by little, and the pupils of pure black were shining with palpitations, "Taotao."

"Boom-"

In the silence, there was even greater movement on the eaves.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the hidden guard's sword being pulled out, "Who is it?!"

During the noisy fight, a man smelling like fish, holding a girl in his arms, half-rolled and half-crawled in from the window, knelt down to Ying Zheng, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, my aunt is going to die! "

Ying Zheng stood up suddenly, all the hard walls that had been erected just now suddenly collapsed at this moment.

The girl who rolled down from Zheng Guo's shoulder was as pale and fragile as a candle in the wind.

Yingzheng's pupils trembled, and his face turned pale with unprecedented fear and panic, "Taotao, Taotao."

Baitao didn't respond.

He rushed over to hug her, and touched her skin with his fingertips, it was cool and cold, like a lifeless porcelain doll with exquisite brows, his teeth chattered in fear, and he pressed his cheek against her I tried my best to give her some warmth, "Peach, Tao. Wake up, don't sleep."

"Prince Xuan! Physician Xuan!" Holding Baitao in his arms, he rushed out like crazy.

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"What's going on over there?"

"I don't know."

"It's so late, and it's still noisy, don't let something happen again."

"It's possible, look at this King of Qin, he has never fought a battle, except to go out to quell the chaos of Chengjiao. Hey, he just shows his face and shows his power. He is a brat, and he can do nothing but cause chaos. .”

"Don't forget, he is crowned now and is the king of Qin."

"Crackling." The candles jumped and exploded, followed by a blinding darkness, and the room was bright again, illuminating the majestic side hall.

In the side hall, a group of well-dressed clansmen of the Qin Kingdom filled the room either sitting or lying on their stomachs. There were inkstones and parchment on the table. Amid the fragrance of bamboo ink, some people were yawning inappropriately.

"Why don't you sleep, I'll add some more lamps."

Someone stood up and was about to go to the cabinet to get the oil lamp. Outside the window, the shadows of leaves fluttered. He seemed to see some white mist passing by. He rubbed his eyes, only suspecting that he was dazzled.

The man stepped on the wood, looked at his crooked colleagues, and kicked over with hatred, "Get up, get up! I called you to come here to write impeachment papers, but none of them survived." You're so stupid, it's foreign ministers who took over your affairs, and you haven't been on the battlefield for a long time. Have you forgotten what it was like to stay in the barracks for seven days and seven nights before? Our ancestors were forced by barbarians and other countries to fight bloody battles. It has become a common meal, how can you be fat and strong by eating one by one!"

"In my opinion, you have been comfortable for too long. Sooner or later, you will be asked to go to the border to fight against the barbarians!"

These words seemed to be pepper powder poured into the mouth, numb the stomach.

Several clansmen clasped the corners with their hands, finally got up, and said with sleepy eyes, "Isn't it the matter of Spring Lu Buwei? Knowing how to write, it is enough to call a few pens to be ethical when you go home, but you have to have such a large number of people struggling, don't you think..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "You know your ass! According to the nature of the King of Qin, I am afraid that before the injury heals, we will leave immediately. When we return to Xianyang, we will jointly write a letter to impeach that old fried dough stick, and we will have to fight the iron. While it’s hot, lest things drag on for a long time, and the nights are long and dreamy, which turned that cheap businessman into a dead end. After all these years, you don’t know how slippery he is, so fast, fast, if you can’t write it, you have to hold it out for me, and then go up Take a finger print."

One person murmured: "The offering of fake eunuchs, the cholera palace, and the embarrassment of the Qin State, is there anything to wash away."

The commotion outside became louder and louder. Someone scratched the typo with a pen knife, and frowned while scratching: "What's the matter, maybe there are assassins in Qi Nian Palace again, or the remnants of Lai Ai's party."

"How is it possible, they are all some low-ranking low-level people, and I am afraid that he will make a comeback."

"I'll go and have a look." Someone frowned and went out and called a servant, the servant nodded, "Understood." He quickly disappeared into the night.

"Deal with Lu Buwei well. What about the Queen Mother Zhao? The Queen Mother Zhao is the widow of the former king and the mother of King Qin. How can we old clansmen convict her? Could it be that we killed her?"

One person said: "Didn't the King of Qin say that the Empress Dowager Zhao will be imprisoned in Ganquan Palace forever?"

Someone slammed the case: "It's unreasonable! Son and mother, look, there is no such reason in the world."

"There is no reason for a mother to kill her son." Someone threw the bamboo slips on the desk, "All infamy will be carried by King Qin, why are you jumping?!"

silent.

The flat-haired animals outside barked non-stop, but no one felt irritated, and some of them actually beat here with a kind of silent waves, pervasive depression.Someone flipped through the bamboo slips and said, "This King of Qin, it's really sad that he deserves it."

Being a hostage when he was young, losing his father when he was young, and being betrayed by his mother when he became a gift, no one can bear this matter, let alone King Qin is a man of flesh and blood, not a piece of meteorite refined iron.

Some people wanted to say a few words of emotion, but remembered that although they had a blood relationship with the King of Qin, they were not familiar with each other, and they couldn't find a position to stand on, so they could only cough with fists.

Embarrassed, "Since this is the case, we don't need to intervene in the Queen Mother Zhao's affairs, it doesn't matter, as long as Lu Buwei is dragged into the water, that's enough."

Someone came from outside, it was a young man who was investigating just now, "I pay my respects to all your lords, it is the little white peach master in the palace who is unconscious, and I heard that he was poisoned."

"Master Bai?"

This group of clansmen had seen Baitao when he was young, and at that time, the half-grown boy always had a girl with double snails by his side, even bringing them to banquets.

Everyone has been there, and when they saw this pair, they were thinking in their hearts, but they smiled and said nothing.If you want to say how much of King Qin's iron face and tenderness is left, squeeze and twist, that's all left to this one.

"Why did she come here? The King of Qin came to Yong City to be crowned, and he hugged her?"

"How is the injury, is it serious?"

The boy said: "I took a long look at it from a distance, and only saw a group of soldiers carrying the imperial physicians and running into the Qinian Palace. Forget it, the injury is probably not light."

All the clan members looked at each other in blank dismay, "Shall I go and see?"

"King Qin has a heart, and you are not imperial physicians. What's the use of seeing it, so as not to be annoying." Some people laughed, "Since ancient times, beauty has been so unlucky. If that girl has suffered from this, she may not have a long life in the future."

"It's hard to live long."

Thoughtfully said, "If it's hard to live long, wouldn't the King of Qin be more sad?" But even blood relatives always think of their own interests under their noses, "If that girl is unpredictable at that time, we will come up with a few surnames." If a woman marries the King of Qin, isn’t it a permanent bond, and the princes and grandchildren born at that time will also be related to us.”

"Miao Miao Miao!"

"This plan is very clever."

All the clan members whispered to each other, clapped their hands and laughed, "That's good, what do you think?"

"enough!"

Mi Qi, who had always closed his eyes, slammed his fist on the case, and the buzzing and noisy voices stopped instantly. He said, "The reward of eating the king, and the things of loyalty to the king, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't read what you shouldn't think about. If there is a king who is really separated from me, it is because our old clans are not enough to share the country's worries, and they say that the king is not close to our clan, have you really thought about the king?!"

"..."

All the clan members were taken aback.

Some people secretly ridiculed in their hearts: It seems that you, the cousin Changping Jun, seem to be really thinking about the King of Qin. If you really think about the King of Qin, why would you call them to join forces to impeach Lu Buwei so non-stop.

But people, they are skinny and pretentious.

Bide is who can pretend.

All the clan members hypocritically said: "Yes, yes, what Lord Changping said is very true."

(End of this chapter)