"Young Master's neck..." Previously, Lu Buwei was only looking at Zhao Zheng's appearance and did not notice the injury on his neck. Now he was sitting with Zhao Ji and looking carefully and discovered the problem. Zhao Zheng didn't want to talk to him, but Zhao Ji took the initiative and said: "I was almost stopped by a gangster yesterday. If it weren't for Azheng..."
Lu Buwei was attracted by Zhao Ji's words and asked further. Zhao Zheng saw that the two of them were so familiar, and that his mother seemed to rely on this person very much. For no reason, he felt very upset. He simply closed his eyes and rested on the cushions in the car with his back to them.
Zhao Ji talked about the thrilling things yesterday. Lu Buwei's eyes flickered, and at the end of the hearing, there was a look of great appreciation on his face. He also kept praising: "Young Master will make great achievements in the future, and he will definitely not let us down." He also said: "This injury is just in time. When I meet the prince and his son later, I will definitely make him feel guilty. It will be very important for the future development of the Young Master." There are benefits.”
Zhao Ji was very happy to hear what Lu Buwei said. She stretched out her hand to hold Lu Buwei's wrist and stared at him. She said in a pleading tone: "Buwei, this kid A Zheng will still count on you in the future..." Lu Buwei saw a few green and white hairs. Putting his slender fingers on his wrist, he thought of the past between the two of them, and suddenly became distracted. He held it in his palm with his backhand, and interrupted: "What are you talking about? I told you before I left Handan that I am This child’s false father, from then on, we are a family, why do you have to be so polite?”
Zhao Zheng listened to their words, but was not at all happy to be praised by Lu Buwei. When he heard the end, his previously closed eyes slowly opened and he looked at the wall of the carriage, unconsciously lost in thought. His face was completely depressed. Fortunately, his back was turned to his mother and Lu Buwei. Otherwise, if he was seen with such a look on his face that was inconsistent with his age, something might have happened. At that moment, he actually had an idea: It turns out that Zhao State is the most reassuring place...
This thought went around in his mind, and he suddenly realized a problem and laughed at himself: He really didn't have the indifference and detachment of Xiao Gao.
I don't know how long it took, they walked to the intersection of Jingshui and Weishui, and suddenly heard someone in the distance banging jujube wooden clappers and singing loudly: "Jing is turbid with Wei, and it is muddy..." In the past, Zhao Zheng heard that Qin Guo The teacher mentioned that this is a unique singing style of the Qin people, in which the bitter sounds are exciting and tragic, while the joyful sounds are bright and vigorous, which may be great joy or great sadness. The emotions arise from the heart and are all spontaneous. It carries a strong legacy of the old Qin Dynasty.
After hearing it with his own ears today, Zhao Zheng felt that the depression that had been weighing on Shen Zhi's chest had been swept away. The cool breeze squeezed in from outside the curtain and blew on his body, making him feel refreshed and comfortable.
"Young Master, are you interested in Qin Opera [1]?" Lu Buwei saw him listening to the singing and stood up slightly, and roughly guessed his preference. Zhao Zheng lowered his eyes, and when he turned to look at Lu Buwei again, the expression on his face was already intact, and there was no flaw in his tone: "Yes."
"Come here." Lu Buwei called the attendant, took out an object from his arms and handed it to him and said: "There is a reward." The attendant immediately took the object and rewarded it to the singer. Zhao Zheng couldn't see Lu Buwei's overtures. Although he was unwilling to do so, he knew that if their mother and son wanted to gain a foothold in Qin, they really needed someone to deal with it, so he endured the discomfort and resumed his normal behavior as a child. Thank you in some way.
The customs in Qin are indeed different from those in Zhao. The State of Zhao was most fond of drinking and singing sad songs, dancing as much as desired, wandering knights, fighting cocks and lackeys, and he was always a drunkard. The hostages in Qin are upright and righteous, their songs are generous, and their people are honest. Although they also like to drink, they can't bear to drink the wine sour and bitter. The scenes Zhao Zheng saw along the way were generally the same, and he felt that they were very suitable for him.
While Zhao Zheng was looking out of the car and thinking leisurely, someone outside the car reported: "Report to the doctor, the suspect car we posted was attacked, and the people in the carriage have been found to be fake. Is it..." Lu Buwei heard this , sneered and said: "Send the order, change the carriage, speed up, and make sure to advance to Xianyang City before dark."
Who on earth didn't want their mother and son to enter the city... As soon as he got on the new carriage, Zhao Zheng tilted his head slightly and rested his head on his hands, his mind wandering, mostly about his Aweng, whom he had never met, and Bu Zai. Those who saw their mother and son sighed loudly after a long time, and said to themselves: Xiao Gao always said that it is useless to think too much. Since entering the city is coming soon, let's just wait and see.
When their carriage finally arrived at the city of Xianyang, which was crowded with people, Zhao Zheng looked at the word "Xianyang" written on the city gate plaque, but he didn't know whether he was happy or sad. As soon as there were more people, those who didn't want them to enter the city couldn't do anything anymore. They left a few informants and dispersed. At this time, someone handed in two mourning clothes according to Lu Buwei's instructions. Lu Buwei asked his mother and son to change before getting off the car. He then rode on the horse brought by the attendant and said something in the ear of another attendant. The attendant took the order and left before giving the order to set off again.
Not long after, they arrived in front of the Xianyang Palace, and Zhao Zheng carefully helped his mother get out of the carriage. On the side, Lu Buwei saw that the palace gate was closed, so he raised his voice and said: "Your Majesty, Lu Buwei, has been ordered by the king to welcome the young master back to the country. Please open the city gate." But the other side flatly refused and said: "There is an order in the palace to impose an early curfew during the national mourning period. Sir, please come back."
"He doesn't want to see us?" Could the man who had never appeared since Zhao Zheng could remember have forgotten their mother and son? Lu Buwei frowned and whispered: "What 'he' wants to call father?" Zhao Zheng realized that he had made a mistake and nodded slightly. "If it weren't for the national mourning and your father could not leave at will, he would definitely be here to welcome us."
After Lu Buwei finished speaking, he took out a letter from his sleeve, held it in the palm of his hand and raised it above his head in protest: "The king's handwriting is here, how dare you speak nonsense?" The soldiers on the city gate folded their hands and saluted after hearing this, but Still not letting go: "We are following the order of the Queen Mother Huayang." Lu Buwei said in his heart: Sure enough. Then he said sternly: "The former king ordered that the harem should not interfere with politics. Today I have a handwritten letter from the king. I should respect the handwritten letter."
"The doctor is joking. It's just a curfew in the palace. How can it be considered a political matter?" Lu Buwei sneered and said solemnly: "The king's heir is the foundation of the country. Lu Buwei carries the king's order and brings the king's heir into the palace. How can it not be considered a political matter?" He was rendered speechless by his refutation, but he still hesitated. At this moment, there happened to be something strange happening inside the palace gate. A dozen eunuchs and maidservants were rushing towards the palace gate surrounded by a chariot. It looked like...
"Open the city gate quickly." Although Lu Buwei outside the palace gate couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, he felt happy when he heard the sound inside the door. He knew that the task entrusted to his subordinates had been completed, and sighed: "It's just the right time." "The Empress Dowager Xia is here, why don't you open the door quickly?" The guards on the city gate are one and two big. Today they are sandwiched between the king and the two queen mothers, which is really difficult. But now it is the king and his biological mother Xia The Queen Mother had the upper hand, and her aunt, the Queen Mother Huayang, had no choice but to give orders...
Zhao Zheng had been standing quietly beside Lu Buwei. Seeing how skillful he was in doing things, his impression of him changed a lot. And he already had a rough idea of what happened today. As the city gate made a loud creaking sound, the tall and long stairs in front of Xianyang Palace slowly came into view, and then the majestic palace scrolls spread out in front of his eyes.
Even though he had lived in Zhao Wang Palace for five years, he couldn't help but lose his mind when he saw this magnificent palace. Although Xianyang Palace is less luxurious than Zhao Palace, it is more majestic and majestic than Zhao Palace. At this moment, just by standing outside the palace gate and looking at it, thousands of prides are stirring in his chest, let alone entering inside. His hands began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
"I have met the Queen Mother." Zhao Ji was also a smart person and immediately pulled her son to salute the Queen Mother Xia. "Say hello to my grandmother, the Queen Mother." Seeing that Zhao Zheng didn't move, Lu Buwei pushed him and reminded him in a low voice. "My grandson has met his grandmother, the Queen Mother." Finally coming back to his senses, Zhao Zheng looked at the kind-faced old man in front of him, and remembered that this was the first relative he had seen since returning to Qin, so he knelt down with extra solemnity. .
Her grandson Chengjiao was close to the Empress Dowager Huayang but was often perfunctory with her, which had always been a thorn in the heart of the Empress Dowager Xia. Now she saw her other grandson kneeling obediently in front of her, without any perfunctory or force. She felt really happy in her heart and couldn't help but touch her. He touched his head and helped him up with his own hands.
The way the Queen Mother Xia touched her head reminded Zhao Zheng of Zhao Gao again, and immediately his mind went blank and he was pulled into the phoenix chariot by the Queen Mother Xia. "Your child is so well-born. He looks like your father, but he is even more beautiful than your father when he was a child. I feel close to him when I see him." His hand was still held by the Queen Mother Xia, and Zhao Zheng did not want to dampen the old man's interest. , just hearing her use "beautiful" to describe herself, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"My grandson is also very happy to see his grandmother, the Queen Mother." He said these words true and false, which made the old man's eyes narrow with laughter. He even held his hand and refused to let go. , he suddenly realized that he seemed to have shot himself in the foot...
When Zhao Zheng saw his so-called "father" walking quickly towards their mother and son in front of the late king's father's soul, and saw his eagerness, he originally thought that he would not have much emotional fluctuations. The moment Wang Yong entered his arms, his nose was still sore. Zhao Ji cried so hard in the arms of her husband whom she had not seen for a long time, and the stranger also burst into tears with a mixture of joy and sorrow. The family hugged each other, and they were so hurt that they couldn't help themselves. It took a long time to stop.
After crying, the stranger looked at Zhao Ji, who was beautiful and charming in his memory. Although the mourning clothes were large, they could not cover the original coarse cloth clothes underneath. A single wooden hairpin was all the headdress. Even the ear holes seemed to have been sealed for a long time. Used earrings. Her face was pale, her figure was thin, and her elegant and plain appearance could no longer find any trace of her past. At that moment, the stranger felt a burst of bitterness and said directly: "Madam, you have suffered. My husband will never let you suffer like that again." grievance."
Zhao Ji cried so hard that she couldn't answer a single word. The stranger held her in his arms with one hand sadly, and then turned to look at Zhao Zheng. At the same time, Zhao Zheng was also looking at his father. The father and son looked at each other for a long time. It was not until Yiren spoke first that he broke the silence: "You were only a few months old when my father left you and your mother. You couldn't have cried at that time. Noisy, you laugh when I tease you, and cry when I leave you. You were so smart at that time, but it’s obviously only this point.” After saying this, the stranger who hugged Zhao Ji also freed up his hands to gesture. At that moment, there was no King of Qin and no son, only the father and son reunited after a long separation.
Although what the stranger said happened before Zhao Zheng could remember it, saying it with such a doting look was enough to cause quite a ripple in Zhao Zheng's heart. In the past, other people's dolls had Aweng, but he didn't. When playing with his friends, he was ridiculed, bullied, and excluded. He felt sad at first, but gradually he stopped caring about it as time went by. Until his mother mentioned it later, he felt that Ah Weng was just a Just a dispensable person. Unexpectedly, his father looked at him and said those words, which actually made him look at the meaning of the word "Aweng" or "father" again.
Just when he was lost in thought, he heard a stranger frown and ask: "What happened to the injury on the neck?" He shook his head to reassure his father, but Lu Buwei stood up and told the cause and effect. As expected, his father had He said: "My son is so young, so good. Father, I can't help you." There was indeed guilt, blame and heartache in his eyes that could not be hidden.
That night, mother and son kowtowed in front of the deceased's soul and were placed in the Xinling Hall by strangers. After all, they were his wife and children who had shared hardships together in Handan. Yiren's feelings for their mother and son were different from others, and he cherished them from the bottom of his heart. Afterwards, Queen Ren made every excuse and insisted on staying with their mother and son. Zhao Zheng saw the queen's ugly face when she left, sighed silently in his heart, and warned himself: he must be cautious in everything he does in the future.
That night, with a stranger guarding their mother and son, Zhao Zheng finally slept well for the first time in days...
