Daqin Baizhisheng

Ying Zheng, who had not yet been crowned, loved drinking.

This started from one night.

Bai Xiaosheng fell asleep after drinking.

Ying Zheng, who had just arrived at Yanmen Pass, was shivering in the night wind.

After sneaking a peek to make sure that his teacher was asleep, he secretly stole a pot of wine from his waist.

He thought it was just ordinary fruit wine and the alcohol should not be strong.

Unexpectedly, after taking a sip, he felt like burning meat and boiling meat, and his stomach was like a boiling flame, burning unbearable.

Later, Ying Zheng learned that this wine was called"Shao Daozi", which was brewed by Bai Xiaosheng for his own drinking and not for sale.

He drank a mouthful of immortal drunkenness, and the world didn't know.

It's strange to say that people who drink such strong liquor for the first time should feel uncomfortable the next day, but after Ying Zheng woke up, he just splashed cold water on his face and licked his mouth and drank again.

Since then, Ying Zheng has been inseparable from wine, and even to the point where he can't live without wine.

Maybe it's because of the old Qin people's constitution... Looking at the students who were pouring wine into their mouths, Bai Xiaosheng guessed silently, is it because the Qin people have a special constitution and love strong liquor?

In the flying snow, Ying Zheng's belly was full of burning hot, his face was red with wine, and he didn't feel cold at all. In the ice and snow, a pot of strong liquor was really pleasant.

Ying Zheng was addicted to alcohol.

Bai Xiaosheng had never stopped him from drinking.

When he went to the battlefield, he specially asked him to drink an extra pot, saying that it was for courage.

Not to mention, Ying Zheng, who had drunk the wine, was not vague at all when he killed the wolf bandits.

One move, one life, blood spurted, and he was unmoved, just like a madman.

Bai Xiaosheng looked up and saw a bonfire jumping under a small hill not far ahead.

Suddenly, it moved, as if it noticed something, and said coldly:"Drink the strongest wine, what's the next sentence?"

Ying Zheng was stunned. He didn't know why the teacher asked, and subconsciously replied:"Love the most beautiful person?" These two sentences were always on Bai Xiaosheng's lips, and his ears were almost calloused.

Bai Xiaosheng held the pen in one hand, turned around and said with a smile:"Let me teach you one more thing, drinking and killing people is the most enjoyable thing!"

Ying Zheng didn't understand, but when he saw the teacher took out a weapon, he naturally became alert.

After walking a few miles, Ying Zheng was the first to jump on his horse and go up the hill.

Under the hillside under the starry sky, there were more than a dozen burly men sitting down, drinking wine and eating meat in big bowls.

They all had murderous faces.

When they saw Ying Zheng, they looked like they saw a fat sheep.

When they looked at Bai Xiaosheng in luxurious clothes, their eyes were full of blazing light.

They were sent to a remote place like the Northern Frontier to perform a mission.

If they didn't eat the meat, they would be sorry for themselves.

Ying Zheng looked at Bai Xiaosheng in a daze. Is the teacher talking about them? A group of horse thieves?

Bai Xiaosheng stared at the slope without blinking, and occasionally showed a cold smile. He could see that Ying Zheng didn't take these dozen horse thieves seriously. He thought to himself that he was still too young, and patiently explained:"It's snowing all over the sky, the herdsmen don't graze, the merchants don't go out to trade, so the horse thieves will naturally hide in their dens and sleep. Unless……"

"Unless, they are not horse thieves, but are waiting for us here on purpose!" Ying Zheng's eyes condensed and he let out a long breath. In the icy and snowy weather, the mist was particularly clear in his eyes.

He is Ying Zheng, the direct descendant of the Qin royal family. There are some things that he does not need Bai Xiaosheng to teach him. There is a position in Qin State, a"family business" waiting for him to fight for, waiting for him to grab. He has as many opponents as his father Zichu has children. Among them, the strongest is his second brother, Prince Chengjiao.

When Ying Zheng thought that it might be his own brother whom he had never met who sent people to kill him, he couldn't help feeling sad and smiled bitterly.

Bai Xiaosheng analyzed calmly:"Prince Chengjiao is a few years younger than you, and he can't bear to kill his own brother. These murderers are most likely sent by that person.……"

"who?"

"Lord Yangquan, Luowang."Bai Xiaosheng spat out five words coldly.

Ying Zheng's body trembled, and his blood seemed to be frozen by the flying snow, and it solidified for a few moments.

Luowang, a darkest force hidden in the Qin State.

No one knows how strong and terrible Luowang's power is, but the teacher said that the deaths of countless masters in history are inseparable from it.

Not to mention the distant ones, let's talk about the recent ones.

The death of Shang Yang of Qin a hundred years ago was inextricably linked to Luowang.

After being stunned for a while, Ying Zheng suddenly smiled.

No matter how strong it is, it is the power of Qin.

As long as he ascends the throne, all of this will be his.

But now, he wants to kill people, not for anything else, just to vent his anger, but he was assassinated by his own people.

How can he not be angry.

The prince who was held hostage in a foreign country took out a hideous mask from his arms, covered his face, drew his sword, and inserted the scabbard into the snow. A series of silent movements made him whole His personal temperament suddenly changed.

Bai Xiaosheng's smile changed, became warmer, and he seemed very satisfied. The change in Ying Zheng was what he wanted to see, and it was worth his years of teaching.

On a snowy day, it was a good day for killing. Bai Xiaosheng's killing process was beautiful, whether it was hooking or stabbing, like wielding a brush to paint ink, casual and unrestrained. Soon, seven or eight corpses fell around him. The corpses quickly froze into icicles, and without exception, blood-red flowers bloomed on their chests, like women's embroidery, very beautiful.

Ying Zheng's killing was another scene. He pursued the fastest speed and the simplest moves to put people to death. This was a method of killing honed on the battlefield.

When the last killer was cut off by a sword, Ying Zheng turned around, his eyes flashing with cold light, even colder than the wind and snow, and his tone was even more chilling:"Teacher, why do they know I'm here?"

He was a hostage, and because Bai Xiaosheng designed a substitution, he had the opportunity to come out and gain experience. Now, the first thing he thought of was whether his mother Zhao Ji had been exposed.