Chapter 78: The monarch and his ministers are separated
The clan members shook their heads and chattered and left one after another, and the night fell. Little did they know that every frame of Yongcheng trapped them in a destined chess game.
In Qinian Palace, Ying Zheng was leaning against the cold wall alone. The wound on his chest had stopped bleeding, but the pain of shaving flesh with the tip of a knife still reminded him repeatedly.
His mother-in-law held a dagger in her own hand and stabbed him in the chest.
"What do you know?! A person like you who can do anything by any means knows what love is? You only deserve to be helpless and alone all your life."
Zhao Ji's vicious words were still swirling in his mind, causing a scream.
Ying Zheng closed his eyes slightly, leaving a weak and pale look on his jawline. There was a kind of frightening vulnerability for no reason, "...I will live my whole life alone, I will live my whole life alone."
He really has nothing now. The father's love and mother's love that he longed for when he was young, and the tenderness of ordinary people are extravagant hopes that he will never be able to touch throughout his life, and the pain that he can never reconcile with himself.
What did he do so wrong that his biological mother wanted to kill him——
"How could I give birth to something like you? I want to strangle you to death!"
Zhao Ji's resentful words echoed in his ears again.
Ying Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, and a wave of evil and violence hit his heart, causing blood to drip from the impact. He grabbed the tea cup tightly until his finger bones turned white, and slammed the tea cup down, "Where is Zhao Ji? Tell me,
Where is Zhao Ji?!"
Zhao Guo crawled over on his knees and knelt down: "Go back to your Majesty, the Queen Mother, she killed two of her own children. Now she is in the other palace, crying and singing, fearing that she is going crazy."
"Strangle you to death, strangle you to death, strangle you to death, strangle you to death - I want to strangle you to death!"
Zhao Ji's voice was like the sound of an evil spirit, everywhere and pervasive.
Ying Zheng's shoulder bones trembled, and the ends of his eyes were red, with deep-seated madness and hatred, "I've ordered you to imprison the prostitute Zhao in Ganquan Palace and never leave her home again!"
Son Youmu.
Zhao Gao's mind was buzzing, and he almost thought he heard wrongly, "Your Majesty."
"Where's White Peach?!"
Ying Zheng gritted his teeth, like a wild beast holding back his anger, "Where is my royal wife?"
"Little Master Baitao, the servants are looking for you." Zhao Gao broke into a cold sweat, "I'm coming to report that there is something strange in Qinchuan."
Ying Zheng raised his foot and kicked him, and unprecedented violence swept over Zhao Gao, "Look, you have to dig three feet into the ground to find it. If you can't find it, I will sacrifice your heads to the sky!"
Zhao Gao was kicked and rolled to the ground, and the porcelain fragments pierced his palms. Zhao Gao's face convulsed with pain, but he didn't care too much and just kowtowed heavily, "Yes, yes! The slaves will go find him right now."
Zhao Gao rolled out, and Ying Zheng was left alone in the palace. The action just now tore the king's wound again. He stood upright, letting the blood flow out of his chest, like a numb and almost perfect statue in the temple.
But after all, he is the king of Qin, a king who has endured all odds and yet remains standing.
After a while, he dragged his long royal robe and slowly walked out of the palace door. The moonlight outside poured down and illuminated the tightly paved stone road on the palace road. Ying Zheng walked step by step to the guest room. Standing at the door was
When the guard saw him wandering over with his body covered in blood and his face pale, he was shocked and said, "Your Majesty, please come."
He waved his hand: "I am here to visit Father Zhong, so there is no need to make any announcement."
The room was filled with the smell of medicine. Lu Buwei's lips were blue and lingering on the floor. There were many venomous snakes in Yongcheng. Even though countless palace people were cleaning up, Lu Buwei was still poisoned by the snake venom that came from the mat.
Heading to Yongcheng, after experiencing so much right and wrong, it seems that tonight is a sleepless night.
Ying Zheng's tall figure stood beside his couch, and he noticed the stalwart Lu Buwei when he was young, the Lu Buwei who talked and laughed happily, the high-spirited Lu Buwei, and the Lu Buwei who taught him how to write.
He was already stooped, his face was pale and white-haired, his face was covered with ravines, and his original smile was no longer there.
He has more complicated feelings for Lu Buwei than for Zhao Ji. He should be grateful to this hero who has led Qin for decades, but he is also an ambitious man who has occupied power for more than ten years.
Breathless mountains.
But now, everything from now on, whether it is Zhao Ji or Lu Buwei, is all in the past.
He can't tolerate him, let alone keep him.
Ying Zheng's expressionless eyes fell on the ravines on his face. They were not ravines. Those lines were carved with the wind and frost that had shed blood for Qin. It was as if he had been dazzled by an oil lamp. He lowered his eyes.
Light.
Although Lu Buwei personally destroyed everything about Lao Ai, including his reputation, rights, prestige, and everything. But he, the King of Qin, was secretly waiting for Lao Ai to become powerful, and then he released Lao Ai and sent her to the palace with his own hands.
news.
The sword had already been unsheathed, and it was first placed at his throat. Unfortunately, Lu Buwei was unconscious now, so he couldn't taste the royal methods he taught him.
Ying Zheng felt peaceful.
He wanted to depose him and drive him to a place thousands of miles away.
Ying Zheng turned around and wanted to leave.
"Zheng'er." A hoarse voice sounded from behind. Ying Zheng paused. Lu Buwei opened his eyelids and woke up. He looked at his back with broad shoulders and narrow waist, "Oh, it's Zheng'er. You haven't seen him for a long time."
I’m visiting Father Zhong.”
Ying Zheng moved his fingers, turned around, and was speechless.
"Zheng'er, it was Lao Ai who hurt you, but she didn't ask the palace servants to bandage it for you, cough cough cough."
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Still speechless, Ying Zheng's royal robe hung down condescendingly. He looked back and said, "Father Zhong."
Lu Buwei saw the bleeding wound on his chest and said weakly, "It hasn't changed, it hasn't changed. You are still as stubborn as when you were a child. I still remember when you took the prince's school exam. You were young at that time and the arena was more competitive than wrestling. You
No matter what, you rush forward and compete with a 200-pound warrior. You fall down several times and don't know what pain is."
"Zheng'er, do you still remember what Father Zhong said to you the first time you came here injured?"
Ying Zheng's thin lips trembled: "Good boy."
"Good boy!" Lu Buwei smiled heartily. After laughing, he coughed again. He said weakly, "What a good boy. He is a good son. He will become a great talent in the future. Haha." He took two more breaths and said, "Father Zhong really didn't.
I misjudged you. It’s a pity that I taught you how to be a king and serve the people. I taught you how to appoint people on their merits. I taught you how to strictly observe the law. I taught you everything I have experienced and everything I can teach you. But later on, you and I
After all, there are two differences and different plans."
Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, "There is no mercy, Confucianism is not the royal way."
"It's the time and the situation. It's God's will that makes Qin like this." Lu Buwei coughed twice and seemed to be relieved. For a long time, he looked at him like an ordinary Zhongfu and said with concern, "Zheng'er, you have been crowned."
Crowned.
Ying Zheng realized that what was weighing on his head was the glory that he had won step by step by wading into trouble. He lowered his eyelids, like a victor's eyes full of mockery, but when he looked at this old man who devoted his whole life for Qin, he was filled with joy.
relieved.
"I have been crowned, and Father Lao Zhong is thinking about me."
Lu Buwei's face made it impossible to tell what he was thinking, he just stared at him blindly, "I have grown up. It's good to grow up. It's time to get married, right?"
Ying Zheng did not expect that when the dust settled, this talented and beautiful Prime Minister would say such words, and his pupils could not help but reveal a slight shock. Lu Buwei said again, "Which lady has I fallen in love with, and I want to ask to marry him?"
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After saying that, he struggled to pick up his crutch, opened the gap in the window, leaned against the glazed green tiles and silver cornices, and coughed: "It's the little girl Baitao, whom you have always valued, when you were only so old.
." He gestured and said with a gentle smile, "You came to practice martial arts. The people in the palace are extremely trivial. You were afraid that the little girl would suffer, so you brought her here. You said you would keep her by your side for easy care, but you were afraid of the truth.
I didn’t agree, so I thought of myself and had to practice for two more hours. In the blink of an eye, it has grown so big, like a new seedling pulling out from the crack in the wall, with lush branches and leaves.”
Ying Zheng put his hands behind his back, and the wind blew around him: "Yes."
Seeing that he still acted like a stubborn boy, Lu Buwei smiled and said: "She will be the queen of Great Qin."
"Only she can have the queen of Qin."
Lu Buwei: "I think that girl is older too. She is smart, knows the cold and warmth, and knows how to advance and retreat. You, you are so old, you should have a girl to take care of you and take care of you. Don't be so ignorant of pain. If you know the pain, just
If you know how to love others, you will have a heart that loves the people."
Ying Zheng: “Father Zhong’s teachings make me self-aware.”
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There is always a natural chasm between the two of them, and they can't cross it no matter what.
Lu Buwei couldn't say anything more. His foresight had already made him soberly and painfully aware of the fate he was about to face. He half-climbed up tremblingly and smiled, but the smile was bitter and astringent: "It's just -
It’s a shame——”
It is a pity that I can no longer serve Qin, I can no longer work hard for the legacy of the previous kings, I can no longer pave a broad road for Qin, and I can no longer see Qin's hegemony.
All he could do was over.
Lu Buwei called him again in a trembling voice: "Zheng'er——"
Ying Zheng's eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his face was unimpressed, "Father Zhong." Lu Buwei looked at him carefully with tears in his eyes, and his voice became more warm and thick, "Good boy, you have grown up and want to marry. As the saying goes, Yi
Asking for priceless treasures, it is rare to find a sweetheart. Father Zhong has nothing to congratulate you, so just use this to congratulate Zheng'er on his wedding ceremony.
After a pause, he handed him a brocade box on the bedside, smiling like a little naughty boy, "Zheng'er, be sure to keep it. You have to walk the road well in the future. May our Daqin stars and moon
, shining on the land of Jiuzhou, it is like the light cast by Zheng'er tonight, bright and bright."
He seemed very tired and tired.
He just explained, but his head fell on the jade pillow, and his snoring stopped.
Ying Zheng held the brocade box handed to him with his fingers. He clasped it tightly until it turned white. He finally stepped out of the door with a shake and a daze. He opened the brocade box in his hand and saw that it was a Xiangyin. Lu Buwei actually handed over the power in person.
Give it back to him.
Only then did Ying Zheng feel the pain in his chest: "Father Zhong."
The monarch and his ministers have been getting along for nine years.
He ruined his achievements, and he ruined his face.