"Mr. Zhong Jian." A boy wearing a long robe with regular hair bowed slightly towards Zheng.
"You are not my disciple, why are you so polite?" With a smile on his face, Zheng patted Ji Zhong's shoulder, who was standing in front of him, "You are not a king, your ministers are not ministers. Let's talk about these forms later. .”
"Young master, don't be good at talking. Walls have ears." Ji Zhong said with a little helplessness on his face.
His name is Ji Zhong, or Xiang Zhong, and he is just eight years old this year.
When Chu State sent a hostage, as the eldest son of Chu State General Xiang Yan, he accompanied him to the southwest of Qin State. However, a few days ago, he accidentally got together with Qin State's new son Zhao Zheng.
And Zhao Zheng is Ying Zheng.
The surname Ying is Zhao, Ming Zheng.
"It's okay, I just came to see you. What are you doing?" Gong Zizheng had an interested look on his face.
Ji Zhong sighed, took out a small utensil from behind him, and handed it to Gong Zizheng.
Gong Zizheng's eyes flashed slightly and he took the small utensil in Ji Zhong's hand.
It was a small bird, assembled from delicate wooden parts.
The bird can walk in Gong Zizheng's hand and make a "chirp" sound.
"...It's really exquisite." Gongzizheng sat on a bench and happily teased this "little bird".
Ji Zhong stood aside quietly, looking at Gong Zizheng playing with the bird, and couldn't help but feel a little at a loss.
"Young Master is really Zhong's Bole." He said subconsciously.
"Why do you say that?" Gong Zizheng asked casually without taking his eyes off the little bird.
"...Zhong's father never allowed Zhong to play with these things. He would scold Zhong if he saw them. Young Master is the first person to say that these things are exquisite." Ji Zhong is eight years old this year. He looks at Young Master Zheng, his eyes full of joy, "How can such a young master not be Zhong's Bo Le?"
"We've only known each other for a few days and you call me Bole?" Gong Zizheng looked at Ji Zhong amusedly and returned the bird to him, "In that case, how about becoming my disciple?"
Heavy snow was still falling outside Ji Zhong's hut, but there was a slight pause at the moment Gong Zizheng spoke.
It was on this day that the new prince of the Qin State, Zheng, gained an unknown and young disciple.
...
Time is like snow under the spring sun, disappearing very quickly.
Changes in this era have always been rapid and sudden, and no one can stop it.
Three years later, it was already 247 BC.
Prince Zheng was waiting in front of the bed in the palace, looking sad.
"Zheng'er..." King Zhuang Xiang grabbed one of Young Master Zheng's hands and looked at his thirteen-year-old son with a weak expression.
Behind Gong Zizheng, there was another man standing. This man was tall, looked a little thin, and had a long black beard.
"Father, Zheng'er is here." Gongzizheng grabbed King Zhuang Xiang's hand with a little force, with unconcealable sadness on his face.
"After I die, the Kingdom of Qin will be handed over to you... Marquis Wenxin, please help Zuo Zizheng more." King Zhuang Xiang glanced at the tall man standing behind Gong Zheng.
The man's name was Lu Buwei, and he was granted the title of Marquis Wenxin.
There was also sadness in his eyes. King Zhuang Xiang could sit in the position of King Qin. It can be said that he, Lu Buwei, took the greatest credit.
"I understand." Lu Buwei bowed slightly and presented King Zhuang Xiang's final order.
"Zheng'er, please consider Marquis Wenxin as your father-in-law." A little consideration flashed through King Zhuang Xiang's dark eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said to Young Master Zheng.
"First Evolution"
"...My son, I understand."
"Be careful to the west, Zheng'er..."
King Zhuang Xiang's hand holding Gong Zizheng gradually became weak, and he stopped making noise.
Prince Zizheng did not cry, but knelt in front of King Zhuang Xiang's bed and remained silent for a long time.
...
King Zhuang Xiang died, and the thirteen-year-old Gong Zizheng came to the throne, that is—
Qin Wang Zheng.
Sitting in his bedroom, the thirteen-year-old Qin Wangzheng looked to the west, with uncertainty in his eyes.
He knew that there was something like this to the west.
The Central Plains is composed of seven major countries.
Outside the Central Plains, there is land that has never been explored.
And on that ferocious land, humans are not the only ones living, there are things other than humans there.
"Foreign race..." Qin Wangzheng sighed.
If it hadn't been for the rebellion of the foreign tribes, his father would not have passed away after only three years on the throne of King Qin.
There are Xiongnu, Yuezhi and Wusun in the north, and Ailao, Dianyue and Yelang in the south.
And what exists due west is the largest Qiang tribe.
"Qin will surely rise in my hands. I have such confidence." He clenched his fists.
Either to wipe out the foreign tribes or to conquer the Central Plains, the previous kings of Qin would choose one.
But Qin Wangzheng is different.
"The former kings have already paved the way for Gu, how can Gu endure to live happily here."
He stood up, walked out of the room, looked at the courtyard in the palace, and exhaled a long breath.
He looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to take the sky as his own.
"In the Central Plains, I will sweep across the country, and outside the borders, I will kill all the foreigners!" Qin Wangzheng clenched his fists and declared his ambition loudly.
In a corner of Xianyang, a former retainer of Qin Wangzheng was studying something.
"This is...the key pattern of thought." A candle was lit in front of Ji Zhong.
"It can be linked, but... it seems that the authority is insufficient." There was a serious look on his immature face, "And my own magic power is too little, even if I can link the thought key pattern, I can't." Use powerful magic."
Snapped.
He snapped his fingers and the candle in front of him went out.
Snapped.
The fingers snapped again and the candle burned again.
"I hope this can be of some help to me..." Ji Zhong shook his head, disconnected from the thought key pattern, and continued to write his own things.
And on the bamboo slips, there are two words written like this.
"Kuiji"
...
After Qin Wangzheng came to the throne, he did not choose to take charge of the government because he was still young. Most of the affairs of the Qin State were handed over to Lu Buwei, the prime minister. Qin Wangzheng himself found himself while enriching himself by studying various knowledge. Unknown to everyone, Ji Zhong, a retainer, has begun to delve into the mystery.
"Zhong, Gu has been thinking that before the Seven Kingdoms, or even before the Zhou Dynasty, the power of the aliens was greater than it is now. How did the people at that time resist the invasion of the aliens?" Qin Wangzheng paced and asked Xiang Ji Zhong.
Both of them know many secrets that ordinary people don't know.
"It is said in ancient books that there were still immortals at that time. It should be those immortals who blocked the foreign races." Ji Zhong handed the bamboo slips in his hand to Qin Wangzheng, "My master and I have also done some research on this point. My lord, please go ahead." take a look."
