The photoprint is placed in the middle.
The edges and corners on it are rounded, as if this dead thing has been touched by countless people. It burns the green phosphorus fire of the underworld and becomes more popular than anyone imagined. Power is an endless right.
Ying Zhengku sat next to him, his long eyelashes drooping.
When did it start?
When he entered Qin when he was young, Zhong's father single-handedly stood in front of him and blocked the ambitious Chu clan, paving a way for him and his father. He worked conscientiously for the great cause of Qin for half his life.
But so what?
He is just a businessman who had an affair with his mother.
Ying Zheng swept his sleeve towards Xiangyin, and Xiangyin fell to the ground with a thud and was torn into pieces.
What's more, as a minister, Lu Buwei has no duties as a minister. He promoted Confucianism and Taoism, criticized Legalism, and criticized the laws of Qin. The three thousand disciples he raised penetrated the Qin State like spider silk. Everyone in the court and below the court were helping him speak, and everyone was listening to his actions.
Where is he, the King of Qin? ! Where is it placed? !
His hands were stretched out too long, and the things he expected were too broad. He cut off his mouth repeatedly without caring about his own face. The courtiers also looked at him as if they were a fool, and their silent eyes were like knives piercing them. It hurt his spine, but he couldn't collapse. He had to endure it and stand on the temple.
Nine years, nine years of tolerance, nine whole years of being a useless puppet king.
Anyone who dares to block him will die!
His heart was boiling, but Ying Zheng's face was as calm as water. In this night of massacre, his chest heaved and his thin lips whispered, "I have no regrets."
No regrets.
Outside, there was a night buzzard pressing on the branches, howling miserably, and the golden moon looked like a pinch of bloody scars in the dark blue night. He sat in the dark, far away from the light of the world, quietly passing through. Go out the window and look at the sky.
The night was terrifyingly cold.
Ying Zheng felt more and more lonely, and there was no one behind him. There was a small voice outside the hall, which caused tense ripples in his heart, "Taotao." The hoarse voice actually had a hint of vulnerability that was not easy to put together. This tall man The tight muscles on the king's body were relieved bit by bit, and the pure black pupils were actually shining with palpitations, "Taotao."
"Dong——"
In the silence, there was greater movement on the eaves.
Then there was the sound of the secret guard's sword being drawn out, "Who is it?!" "Anyone who dares to break into the king's chamber will be killed without mercy!" "Take it down!"
In the midst of the noisy fight, a man smelling of fish, holding a girl in his arms, half-rolled and half-climbed in from the window sill, knelt down in front of Ying Zheng, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, my aunt is dying! "
Ying Zheng stood up suddenly, and all the hard walls that had been erected suddenly collapsed at this moment.
The girl who rolled off Zheng Guo's shoulders was as pale and fragile as a candle in the wind.
Ying Zheng's pupils trembled, and the unprecedented fear and panic made his face turn pale, "Taotao. Taotao."
Bai Tao showed no reaction.
He rushed over and picked her up, and when his fingertips touched her skin, it felt cool and cold, like a porcelain doll with delicate and lifeless eyebrows. His teeth chattered in fear, and he pressed his cheek against hers. He tried his best to give her a touch of warmth, "Taotao, Taotao. Wake up, don't sleep."
"Mr. Xuan! Mt. Xuan!" He held Baitao in his arms and rushed out like crazy.
*
"What's going on over there?"
"I don't know."
"It's so late and it's still noisy. Don't let anything happen again."
"It's possible. Look at this King of Qin. He has never fought a war. Apart from going out to quell the Chengjiao Rebellion, he just shows his face and establishes his authority. He is a young boy. Apart from causing chaos, he can't be of any use. ."
"Don't forget, he is crowned now and is the king of Qin."
"Crack." The candles all jumped and exploded, and then there was a flash of darkness, and the room became bright again, shining in this magnificent side hall.
In the side hall, a group of neatly dressed Qin clan members crowded the room, either sitting or lying down. The tables were covered with inkstones and parchment. Amidst the aroma of bamboo and ink, some people were yawning inappropriately.
"Why don't you sleep? I'll add some more lamps."
Someone stood up and went to get the oil lamp from the cupboard. With the shadows of leaves outside the window, he seemed to see some white mist passing by. He rubbed his eyes and suspected that he was dazzled.
The man stepped on the wood and looked at his colleagues who were in a state of disarray. He kicked them over and over, "Get up, get up quickly! I called you here to write the impeachment petition, but none of them survived." You idiots, the foreign ministers have taken over your affairs. You haven’t been to the battlefield for a long time. Have you forgotten what it was like to stay in the military camp for seven days and seven nights? Our ancestors were forced by barbarians and other countries, and they fought bloody battles. It’s become a daily routine, how can I be as fat and strong as you all eat!”
"I think you have been living comfortably for too long. Sooner or later, I will ask you to go to the border to fight against the barbarians!"
These words seemed like Sichuan pepper powder poured into the mouth, numbing the stomach.
Several clan members picked up the corners with their hands and finally got up. They said with sleepy eyes, "Isn't it just what happened to Chun Lu Buwei? We all kill enemies with swords, and we are not the kind of acid-ink literati. The regulations are not If you know how to write, it’s enough to go back home and tell a few pen holders to behave themselves. If you have to have such a large number of people to endure it, 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 I will leave immediately before the injury is healed. When we return to Xianyang, we will jointly submit a letter to impeach that old man, and we will have to blacksmith." Do it while it's hot, lest things drag on for too long, and the long nights and dreams make that cheap businessman turn over in despair. After so many years, you don't know how cunning he is. Come on, come on, come on, if you can't write it down, you have to hold it in for me, and then go on. Put your finger prints."
One person muttered: "I sacrificed a false eunuch, brought cholera to the palace, and brought shame to Qin. Is there anything to be done with it?"
The commotion outside became louder and louder. Someone scratched out the wrong words with a pen knife. He frowned while scratching: "What's going on? There is another assassin in Qinian Palace, or he is a remnant of Lao Ai."
"How is it possible? They are just some low-life people who are not worthy of their status. We are afraid that they will make a comeback."
"I'll go take a look." Someone frowned and went out to call a boy. The boy nodded, "I got it." and disappeared into the night.
"After dealing with Lu Buwei, what about the Queen Mother Zhao? The Queen Mother Zhao is the widow of the late king and the mother-in-law of the King of Qin. How can we old clan members convict her? Is it possible to really kill her?"
One person said: "Didn't King Qin say that the Empress Dowager Zhao would be imprisoned in Ganquan Palace forever?"
Someone criticized the case and said: "This is unreasonable! Children are imprisoned and mothers, look at this, how can there be such a reason in the world?"
"There is no reason in the world for a mother to kill her son." Someone threw the bamboo slips on the case, "The King of Qin is responsible for all the infamy, why are you doing this?!"
Silence.
The flat-haired beasts outside kept barking, but no one felt irritated. There was actually a kind of silent wave crashing here, and it was all-pervasive and oppressive. Someone turned over the bamboo slips and said, "This King of Qin is really pathetic."
Being held hostage when he was a child, losing his father when he was young, and being betrayed by his mother when he was married, no one could bear this, not to mention that the King of Qin was a human being of flesh and blood, not a piece of meteorite or fine iron.
Some people wanted to express a few words of emotion, but when they remembered that although they were related to King Qin by blood, they were not actually familiar with him, and they really couldn't find any position, they could only clench their fists and cough.
He said awkwardly, "In this case, we don't need to interfere with the Queen Mother Zhao's affairs. It's okay. We just need to drag Lu Buwei into the water."
Someone came from outside. It was the boy who was investigating just now. "I would like to pay my respects to all the adults. It is the young master Baitao in the palace who is unconscious. I heard that he was poisoned."
"Little Master Bai?"
These clan members had seen Baitao when he was a child. At that time, the half-grown boy always had a girl with a double-snail bun beside him, and he even brought her to banquets.
Everyone had been there before, and when they saw this couple, they were thinking about it in their hearts, but they were smiling without saying a word. How much of King Qin's iron-faced tenderness is left? After squeezing and twisting, every drop will be given to this man.
"Why is she here? King Qin came to Yongcheng to crown him, and he still held her in his arms?"
"How is the injury? Is it serious?"
The boy said: "I only took a look from a distance and saw a bunch of soldiers carrying the imperial doctor and running into the Qinian Palace. The rest of the conversation was the eunuch who came out of the inner hall and said a few words to the slave. Let’s just say, the injury is probably not serious.”
All the clan members looked at each other, "Should we go and take a look?"
"The King of Qin's pet peeve, you are not an imperial doctor, what's the use of seeing her, so as not to be disliked again." Someone sneered, "Since ancient times, beauties have been ill-fated, and if that girl has suffered like this, I'm afraid she won't be able to live long in the future."
"It's hard to live long."
You said thoughtfully, "If it is difficult to live long, wouldn't King Qin be even more sad?" But even if he is a blood relative, he will always think of his own interests, "If the girl is unpredictable by then, how many of us will have the surname Mi?" If a woman marries the King of Qin, won't it mean that the marriage will last forever, and the princes and grandsons who will be born will also be related to us?"
"Miao miao miao!"
"This is a very clever plan."
All the clan members whispered to each other, clapped their hands and smiled, "This is good, what do you think?"
"enough!"
Mi Qi, who had always closed his eyes, punched the table, and the buzzing and noisy voices stopped instantly. He said, "Eating the emperor's salary and being loyal to the emperor, don't say what you shouldn't say, and don't think about what you shouldn't think. If your Majesty is really estranged from me one day, then it’s because we old clans don’t care enough for the country, and you even say that your Majesty is not close to our clan, have you really thought about it for your sake?!”
"..."
All the clan members were stunned.
Some people secretly ridiculed in their hearts: It sounds like your cousin Changping Jun seems to really care for the King of Qin. If you really care for the King of Qin, why would you call them so non-stop to join forces to impeach Lu Buwei?
He's just a human being, wearing his skin and showing off his face.
It’s a competition to see who can pretend.
All the clan members said hypocritically: "Yes, yes, what Lord Chang Ping said is absolutely true."
(End of chapter)
