Zhao Ji did not accept the invitation.
A few years ago, Zhao Ji traveled all over Jiuzhou, looking for many capable people. In order to fight against his husband's other son, in order to consolidate the throne of his own son.
She personally traveled through Baiyue, found the legendary Yue girl, and invited the Yue girl to help her at the cost of countless money and food. She visited Jixia Academy in Binhai, visited Xunzi, and asked him to come out.
Some people accepted her invitation, while others didn't even want to see her.
Once, she sat astride a horse and drank heavily. The more she drank, the more sober she became. Then she continued her journey with her horse and whip, galloping all day and night, even when the horse was tired, she did not tire.
Now, a jar of strong wine made her drunk, and she was tired after riding for less than half a day.
She is old and doesn’t want to move anymore.
People say it’s hard to leave your homeland, but her homeland is long gone.
Her husband has also been dead for ten years, and her only thought in this world is her Zheng'er. She hated that Shuzi, but sometimes she thought that what he said was absolutely right - children are the continuation of the lives of father and mother.
If she lives in Xianyang and is disliked, then she can stay in Yongdi, the ancestral land of Qin.
When Zheng'er is here, he can come and see her.
When Zheng'er was away, she looked at the capital of Qin not far away and looked after Zheng'er's house.
She gave Zheng'er a gold phoenix crown intertwined with tortoiseshell, agate, pearls and colored glaze.
"Return the property to its original owner and hand it over to the queen."
Looking at Zheng'er's leaving figure, she was wearing square-necked shoes and tight-fitting samurai uniforms that were easy to fight with, and she pulled out the sword hanging around her waist.
Horizontal chop, vertical chop, forward thrust.
Zhao Ji is very beautiful, but she doesn't have much sense of beauty when she is wielding a sword to chop and poke. The audience was not dazzled by the dance, but frightened and frightened by the sword.
This is not a sword dance, it is a killing sword on the battlefield.
It is the culture of the Zhao people to kill people with swords and not dance for fun.
The culture of the Zhao people.
It is not the famous poems that have been passed down through the ages, it is not the witches, ghosts and gods that outshine the emperors, it is not the political intrigues that are full of intrigues.
It is to resist the Xiongnu in the north and fight against the Hu in the east, to resist the powerful Qin in the west, to fight against Wei and Han in the south, to fight against the Chu barbarians in the east, and to practice martial arts!
Life is at stake and one does not know when one will die. This makes Mr. Zhao aggressive, makes Ms. Zhao wanton, and makes Mr. Zhao feel somewhat complacent and have all the fun!
When the butcher's knife is applied to him, the Zhao people will not be afraid to beg for their lives, and cry with tears streaming down their cheeks. Instead, he would spit out a mouthful of spit and hit the enemy in the face, laugh out loud, and curse Qin Dog! Chugou! Wei dog!
Parents and children are leaving.
Zhao Ji, a person with a blushing face, mastered the three-foot Qingfeng. Flip the hilt over and penetrate the sword body with force. The sword edge breaks through the wind and the blade breaks through the air. No matter whether it's a person, thing, or thing that stands in front of Zheng'er, he will kill it all with one sword!
This is her expectation and blessing for Zheng'er.
She couldn't say anything about everything going smoothly. With so many remnants of the Six Kingdoms still alive, how could this tour go smoothly? It's so fake!
The First Emperor returned to Xianyang alone and gave the eighteenth son Ying Hu Hai a new teacher - Prime Minister Zuo of the Qin Dynasty and a giant of Legalism, Li Si.
Li Si, who was unaware of the news of Zhao Gao's death, didn't know what the First Emperor's move meant, and he didn't want to think too much about it. He might not be right if he thought about it, so he just did it.
Your Majesty told him not to think too hard in the face of the First Emperor's orders.
Ying Huhai was very happy to have a new teacher.
Although the teacher would reprimand him, hit his palm with a thick ruler, and force him to copy the laws and regulations over and over again.
But at least the new teacher would not be there to disturb his sleep and give him a headache by reciting the rules while he slept.
My father always stayed with him and listened carefully to what he said, just like my mother and concubine. It's just that he often looks very majestic and intimidating, so it's better for him to not keep a straight face.
The insects outside the window were buzzing as they rubbed their wings. The young man took a break and looked at the yellow paper with the "Military Code" written on the desk. What appeared in front of him was his uncle's smiling face.
There was a crisp sound, and the ruler hit the table hard, startling the young man.
"Calm down!"
Li Si scolded with a dark face.
Fortunately, the First Emperor did not accompany him to study today, otherwise the ruler would not have hit the table, but the young man's body.
The young man looked at the new teacher's rigid face in horror, feeling that it was even more hateful than these endless rules and regulations that he could not learn.
Uncle, when will you come to see Hu Hai?
The worry of young people is that they study too much and have strict control.
Genie rarely releases pigeons, and it is not his duty to inform others.
Apart from being tired of swords, he has never had much interest in anything else in his life.
Gu Gu Gu~
Although I am a bit thin, two gray pigeons with strong wings chirped cheerfully. Standing on the ground, he pecked at the grains spread out in the Sword Master's palm.
After eating the last grain of grain, it fluttered its feathers and flew into the sky with the letter tied to its feet. There was a black spot in the blue sky. The black spot went eastward, became smaller and smaller, and soon disappeared.
Gai Nie stood up, his spine, which used to be as tall as a green pine and as straight as a dangerous peak, slightly stooped.
"this is not your fault."
Lu Buwei, who was summoned by the First Emperor and was supposed to leave the palace after talking about government affairs, stood beside Ge Nie wearing a mask and speaking in dialect for a long time.
"Young Master trusts me so much, but I spoiled your master's plans out of spite. How can you say it's not Nie's fault..."
If he had completely followed what Ying Chengyu said and kept a close eye on Zhao Gao, he would not have had a grudge against the First Emperor for killing a palace maid, and would not have gone to work because of illness. When Concubine Hu died that day, Zhao Gao had already decapitated her.
The Eighteenth Young Master will not be irreversibly harmed, and Xianyang Palace will not be turned into a mess by Zhao Gao.
"swordsman……"
"No need to persuade me anymore, businessman, you and I both know very well that those words are just excuses and excuses."
Lu Buwei opened his mouth, smiled bitterly, closed it again, took the memorial and left with a sad face.
Yes, they are all excuses and pretexts.
Just like the people who died in Korea, no matter how many people say they don't blame him, the fact is that he killed those Koreans.
He couldn't even convince himself, so how could he convince Gai Nie, who had a clear sword mind? Ge Nie usually doesn't want to think about it, he's not really crazy.
Lu Buwei could not forget the scrawny figures, the bright eyes eager to live, and the human tragedies of exchanging children for food.
A bookshelf was built on the east wall of his house. There were no books on it, but hundreds of memorial tablets. Each tablet was filled with the names of the people who died in the disaster in Han Dynasty.
On the first and fifteenth day of every month, he would take a nap and burn a day's worth of paper money in front of the east wall.
Gai Nie's back was not straight.
The Lu Buwei tablet cannot be thrown away.
There was a sound of wind and a sharp blade struck.
The two swords collided in the air, and Genie, who had hurriedly attacked, was forced to take a step back.
Zhang Han, who was wearing skeleton armor, sheathed his sword with a cold expression.
"Your sword is slow."
Gai Nie said nothing, returned the sword to its sheath, turned around, walked with his head bowed and his back bent. The sound of shoes grinding on the ground continued to sound, like an old man's dying wood.
If it were not in the Xianyang Palace paved with bluestones, but on the dirt road outside the city, it would definitely bring up a lot of dust.
"Your Majesty wants me to tell you that Your Majesty does not blame you and this matter is not your fault."
Gai Nie was indifferent and continued to move forward.
Zhang Han became angry and quickly caught up with him, sticking behind Gai Nie and yelling angrily.
"You look like this, how can you protect His Majesty!"
Gai Nie covered his face in pain, as if his fingers were about to dig into his flesh.
The sword is a weapon for a gentleman, not something to be brave and ruthless. Drawing the sword because one's heart is not fair is to bring justice to the injustice.
The sword master's sword heart was broken twice in total. The first time was when he killed the palace maid, and the second time was when Zhao Gao died.
The sword in my heart cannot be drawn out, and the sword in my hand cannot be moved faster.
That night, the First Emperor ordered:
He was exempted from the post of Nie Xingxi Fu Lingshi, and was rewarded with five hundred gold, ten pieces of cloth, one horse, three pairs of bis, and was promoted to the tenth rank of nobility and guest minister.
Four days have passed.
When the First Emperor had nothing to do, he still sat in the courtyard of the Chang'an Palace that belonged to Lu Buwei, still fishing with the straight silver needle, and his mood was leisurely.
At night, the First Emperor would return to Xianyang Palace. Recently, he visited Concubine Chu's palace a lot and stayed there for two of the past four days.
Concubine Chu's already high status in the harem has risen to another level, and she has the status of being the first person under the queen.
The candles in Zhangtai Palace have not been lit for a long time.
The First Emperor was not here to review memorials, and after Zhao Gao died, Li Si was not here to teach the eighteenth prince. This palace is still bright and clean during the day, but at night it is just like those sealed cold palaces, dark and scary.
It's just that Zhang Han, the doctor's order, often stays outside all night long, just like the First Emperor is sleeping in this palace without candles.
Late at night, a quarter of an hour passed.
Zhiqua~
The gate of Zhangtai Palace opened a gap, and the bright moonlight penetrated into the palace through it, shining a ray of light in the darkness.
Through the crack in the door, you can see that the two skulls on the left and right chests of the doctor, Zhang Han, are a bit scary. But the owners of the two skulls clasped their fists, lowered their heads, and bowed, which diluted their terrifying charm.
"Please, Lord Chang'an!"
The place where the First Emperor stayed must be attended by maids and accompanied by eunuchs. Except for the sleeping hall where the First Emperor stayed, all other palaces in the palace must light candles the size of an adult's forearm. This is the rule.
But only Zhang Han, the doctor in charge, knew that the First Emperor, who did not visit his concubines every day, entered Zhangtai Palace as soon as dark, which had no maids or eunuchs, no light, and no accommodation rules.
Every time he stayed outside Zhangtai Palace, Zhang Han did not dare to sleep. He was afraid that something unusual would happen to the First Emperor.
He must concentrate all his attention and constantly feel the fire of life of the First Emperor in Zhangtai Palace.
Zhiqua~
The palace door was closed again, and the moonlight was blocked out.
But the originally dark Zhangtai Palace was not completely submerged in the darkness. The disgraced Ying Chengyu held a candle in his hand and slowly entered, breathing heavily.
"Brother Imperial? Are you there? Huh, huh, didn't you say anything?"
After walking two more steps, Ying Chengyu put the lamp on the table and sat on the floor, leaning on his knees with his hands and breathing heavily.
"I can't stand it anymore. From Xinzheng to Xianyang, I killed three horses in a row without stopping for a long time. I'm going to be exhausted. Brother Emperor, please allow me to rest for a while and then I'll enlighten you."
Under the candlelight, the mud marks on Ying Chengyu's face were extremely clear. The sweat mixed with the dust and sand almost made Ying Chengyu's head swollen.
Footsteps sounded from the depths of Zhangtai Palace. As the footsteps got louder and louder, the people got closer and closer.
"Who asked you to enlighten me?"
The former majestic face of the First Emperor was also revealed under the candlelight, with a smile on his face.
"Like a clay monkey, you come to see me with a disheveled appearance. This is a serious crime of disrespect. Zhao Gao, use the silk cloth to wipe your face...I'll give it to you."
"For such a big crime, why don't you attack our three clans?"
"Shu Zi!"
The First Emperor smiled and raised his hand to strike. Looking at his brother's sleepy expression and the dirt, he really couldn't bear it.
He got up and walked away again in the darkness.
"You should light candles! Who are you saving money for?"
Ying Chengyu lined up the table and shouted.
"Shuzi! Shuzi!"
The First Emperor scolded again.
There was no new light, so when the First Emperor came back, he was carrying a basin of water with a piece of silk stretched over the basin.
Wow wow~
Ying Chengyu washed his face happily, and the sleepiness, tiredness, and fatigue that had been surging like a wave were reduced by three to four points.
The First Emperor handed over the silk cloth, and Ying Chengyu took it and threw it aside.
The First Emperor raised his eyebrows.
"What's the meaning?"
"With this little water, I'll be more awake. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep after wiping it dry."
The moment he received Gai Nie's letter, Ying Chengyu rode a fast horse from Xinzheng to Xianyang. He ran for three days and three nights and barely slept for more than half an hour.
The First Emperor snorted coldly, picked up the silk cloth that Ying Chengyu had thrown aside, and under Ying Chengyu's dissatisfied eyes, forcefully wiped the water stains from his brother's face.
"Go to sleep when you're sleepy, why are you trying to hold on!"
"Why don't you sleep?"
The candlelight was not that bright, but it was enough for Ying Chengyu to see his neatly dressed brother, with fine bloodshot eyes, slightly chapped lips, and a haggard expression.
"What does it have to do with you? Go to sleep, go to sleep."
The First Emperor forcibly took Ying Chengyu's hand and dragged his younger brother into the sleeping hall inside.
Ying Chengqiao remained motionless, pulled his arm hard, pushed the First Emperor back to the seat with his backhand, and said proudly:
"You can drag me only if I want you to drag me. If I don't want you to drag me, you can't drag me. This is the strength of an ordinary man that you look down upon."
The First Emperor glared angrily, and his heavy breath made the candle flicker and might go out at any time.
"Let me get up and I will chop you alive!"
Ying Chengyu let go of his hand, but the first emperor, who had been shouting, did not take advantage of the opportunity to take the King Qin Sword.
Seeing his brother yawning for a long time and shaking his head vigorously to stay awake, he couldn't help but whisper:
"Go to sleep, and we'll talk about it later when you wake up."
"No, then I didn't run all the way in vain. It would be great if I could come back leisurely. Do you have any wine? I can have a few sips with you and convey some of your sadness."
The First Emperor rolled his eyes at his brother.
"No wine! I don't like drinking! How can I be sad? This thief is dead, and it's too late for me to rejoice!
"If you are serious, go and see Hu Hai. That boy has always missed you very much. You are closer than my father.
"And Chu'er, I wrongly blamed her for this, I feel sorry for her, please go and say some kind words for me.
"And Gai Nie, he's in over his head. You've reminded me dozens of times, but you still can't tell that Zhao Gao, the thief, has evil intentions. How could he? I can't blame him for this."
Ying Chengyu sighed and interrupted his brother's words.
"What about you, Brother Huang? Brother Huang thought of everyone, why did he forget only himself?"
(End of chapter)
