Saint Qin Batu

Chapter 2

"Young master." The middle-aged man said again, his voice still so flat.If it is normal, people will definitely think that this is a person who is quiet and inactive, with few desires and joys.However, at this moment his voice was as cold as water in winter.In an instant, all the children stopped crying, and they really stopped crying when they heard the sound.

"Huh?" At this time, Yan Dan finally came back to his senses, and after trying to calm down his state of mind, he said, "What, what's the matter?"

The middle-aged man held his sword, bowed his hands forward, bent slightly and said, "My lord, Mr. Jumeng has arrived. He has brought the king's order. Mr. Juchang invites you to go back and discuss the matter."

"Understood." Yan Dan was obviously a little afraid of this middle-aged man at the moment, and his eyes were a little erratic.He walked forward somewhat casually, and when he reached the middle-aged man, he suddenly remembered his good friend Ying Zheng.

"Zheng, my father has orders, so I will go back first." Yan Dan looked apologetic, his friend was pulled out by him to play, but he had to go back because of something.

Ying Zheng was stunned, looking at Yan Dan's guilty face, Ying Zheng finally said the longest sentence since he came out today: "Dan, don't worry about me, you go back quickly."

Yan Dan was comforted by her friend, smiled happily, and left happily.

Looking at the backs of Yan Dan and the middle-aged man drifting away, Ying Zheng didn't know what he was thinking.After a long time, Ying Zheng finally came to his senses.The children all around shrank together, trembling, and Bocheng was no exception. "After all, it's just a group of children." Ying Zheng smiled disdainfully at the childish children who were acting like wolves and tigers just now.

"If I hadn't lived two lives, I'm afraid I wouldn't be much better." Ying Zheng thought for a while and shook his head bitterly. "Maybe, this is my biggest golden finger!" Ying Zheng clenched his fists under his sleeves again, and walked out of the alley with firm eyes.

"My lord, Prince Qin has left." About 30 meters away from the entrance of the lane, a man in black with a sword said respectfully to a carriage.

"Let's do it." A rough voice came from the carriage, "Next time, don't let the young master associate with such lowly people again!"

"Wei!" The sword-wielding man said respectfully again, and then his eyes casually cast aside a passerby wearing a bamboo hat.The passers-by nodded their heads for Unchecked, and turned into the alleyway.

"My lord..." The man with the sword looked a little nervous, hesitated for a while towards the carriage, and then said.

"Say!"

The man with the sword bowed deeply and asked, "The villain doesn't understand why he let go of that down-and-out son of Qin."

There was silence in the carriage for a while, and finally the sound came again, but it made the man break out in a cold sweat.

"Uncle Xia, how long have you been with me?"

The man bent even lower, and said tremblingly, "Back, back, my lord, it's been two years."

"Well, it's a bit short."

"Putong!" The man was so frightened that his soul trembled, he knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and apologized, "Forgive me, my lord! Forgive me, my lord! I don't dare to talk too much, my lord!"

"In recent years, King Qin's health has been deteriorating. I'm afraid it won't last long. An Guojun's ascension to the throne is almost a fact." The voice in the carriage paused, and then said: "I heard that the old man of Qin returned home, and Mrs. Huayang is very fond of it. Beloved, it seems that even the name was changed to Zichu to cater to the power of the Chu family in Qin. I am afraid that after An Guojun succeeds to the throne, he will become the crown prince. Our country of Yan is weak, so there is no need to hate him. Do you understand?"

The man kneeling on the ground kowtowed again and said, "I understand! Thank you for your advice! Thank you for your advice!"

Once again, there was silence in the carriage, and occasionally there were a few faint knocking sounds transmitted to the lively street through the wooden cutout windows.

"Uncle Xia, your Xia family is the third generation of my playwright's retainers, so there is no need to be like this. I also regard you as my humerus minister, and it is also necessary to train you, but I hope you don't miss the opportunity."

"Thank you for your cultivation! Uncle Xia will definitely die for you!" Uncle Xia hurriedly kowtowed to thank him. He knew that his fate was saved.As for the training mentioned by the man from the Ju family, whether it is true or not, only he himself knows.

"Get up and go to the Proton Mansion."

A group of dozens of people guarded the carriage and walked slowly towards Yan Dan's mansion.

At this time, Ying Zheng was also walking towards his home, but he didn't know that he had escaped a death just now.

Seeing that his white shirt, which was originally clean, was now filthy, he couldn't help but wryly smiled. "I'm afraid I will have to trouble my mother again this time." Ying Zheng, who is nearly 30 years old, understands the hard work of his mother Zhao Ji in this life.He was a dutiful son in his previous life. In this life, he has experienced difficulties in various aspects of society after his father left, and he loves his mother even more.

While thinking wildly, Ying Zheng could already see the mansion where he and his mother lived.Looking at this seemingly good but dilapidated house, Ying Zheng felt warm in his heart.

"Squeak~" Pushing open the rotten wooden door, a beautiful woman in her 20s was sitting in the hall mending clothes.The beautiful woman raised her head vigilantly when she heard the door knock.When he saw a thin figure poking out from behind the door, he smiled charmingly again.

"Zheng'er, come here!" Zhao Ji put down the needle and thread in her hand and waved to Ying Zheng.

"Mother..." Ying Zheng lowered his head and walked slowly to Zhao Ji's side.

Zhao Ji saw that Ying Zheng was dirty, and thought that he had not been out for a long time, so she guessed that he might have fought with those children.Zhao Ji was not annoyed, but instead pulled Ying Zheng to sit on her lap.

"Zheng'er got into a fight again?"

"Yeah." Ying Zheng lowered his head in shame.

"Where did you get hurt?"

Ying Zheng shook his head.

"That's good." After finishing speaking, Zhao Ji put her head against Ying Zheng's little head, ignoring the dirt on Ying Zheng's body, her affection was beyond words.

Feeling his mother's love, Ying Zheng's eyes were slightly sour.In the past seven years, he has seen and remembered all the hardships Zhao Ji has endured for him.Compared with the father whose face was too blurred to remember, Zhao Ji gave him the warmth of family affection, soothed his lonely and confused heart, and made up for the grief of losing his parents in the previous life.

Zhao Ji, who was originally from a wealthy family, could have married a powerful man, but she chose Lu Buwei.However, Lu Buwei gave it to a foreigner who could barely afford food at that time. This man even abandoned their mother and son, and went back to China alone to seek his power.

Ying Zheng still vaguely remembered that Zhao Ji was so radiant back then, with every frown and smile full of beauty.But now, she is more like a servant girl because of lack of nutrition and working all day long.Although it still has a charming posture, it has faded a lot.

"I shouldn't let this weak woman worry about me anymore!" This was Ying Zheng's loudest cry at this moment.

"Zheng'er, I'm seven years old now..." Zhao Ji looked at Ying Zheng with a smile on her face and said softly.

"Hmm." Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Ji with some confusion.

"It's time to find a gentleman for Zheng'er."

Zhao Ji's soft voice made Ying Zheng startled slightly.

"Zheng'er has grown up, according to the laws of Qin, as a young master, you should be educated!"

"Mengxue?" Ying Zheng's mouth showed a bit of bitterness. Now that the two of them, mother and son, can't even eat enough to eat, how can they have money to pay for their studies?
"Mother, Zheng'er is still young, so I don't want to be educated for the time being. Why don't you make plans when you return to Qin..."

"Snapped!"

Before Ying Zheng could finish speaking, a crisp slap was slapped on Ying Zheng's face.

"Zheng'er! You are the grandson of King Qin, the most powerful nobleman of Qin, how can you be so unambitious!" Zhao Ji's moving voice resounded in the house.

Whether it was the hazy memory in the past or after time travel, Ying Zheng never remembered that Zhao Ji was so strict.

Lowering his head slightly, Ying Zheng gritted his teeth tightly as the red five-fingerprints and burning pain on his cheeks made him grit his teeth.

"It's not enough to repay your mother's kindness if you don't win the hegemony!"

The next day, just after dawn, Zhao Ji opened the door.Ying Zheng, who was sleeping soundly, was still having sweet dreams and didn't know about it.

"Boom! Boom!" On the lonely street, Zhao Ji gently knocked on a rich door.

"Squeak~" A boy in his 20s poked his head out, looking at the beauty in front of him with some surprise.

"Miss? Why are you back?"

(End of this chapter)