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 does it start?
When he entered Qin when he was young, it was Zhongfu who single-handedly stood in front of him, blocked the ambitious Chu clan, and paved a way for him and his father. He worked conscientiously and devoted half his life to the great cause of Qin.
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, Lu Buwei, as a minister, has no duty as a minister. He promoted Confucianism and Taoism, criticized Legalism, and criticized Qin's law. The three thousand disciples he raised infiltrated the Qin State like spider silk. Everyone in the court and under the court was
He is speaking for him, and everyone is listening to his actions.
Where is he, the King of Qin?! And where is he placed?!
He stretched out his hands too long, and the things he wanted to do were too wide, and 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 whole years of enduring, being a useless puppet king for nine whole years.
Anyone who dares to stand in his way will die!
His heart was boiling, but Ying Zheng's face was as calm as water. In this night of massacre, his chest rose and fell, 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 lit with a palpitating luster, "Taotao."
"Dong——"
In the silence, there was even greater movement on the eaves.
Then there was the sound of the secret guard's sword being drawn out, "Who is it?!" "Whoever 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 going to die!"
"
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 was cool and cold, like a porcelain doll with delicate and lifeless features. 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 so noisy. Don't let anything happen again."
"It's possible. Look at this King of Qin. He has never fought in battles. Apart from going out to quell the Chengjiao Rebellion, hey, he just shows his face and establishes 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. There were some inkstones and parchment on the table. 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, looked at his fallen colleagues, and kicked them over, "Get up, get up! 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 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!"
It's like pouring pepper powder into your mouth and numbing your stomach.
Several clan members picked up the corners with their hands and finally got up. They said with sleepy eyes, "It's not just what happened to Chun Lu Buwei. We all kill enemies with swords. We are not the kind of acid-ink scholars. The regulations are not If you know how to write, it's enough to go back home and ask a few pen writers 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 forge." 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 all these years, you don't know how cunning he is. Hurry up, hurry up, 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 I can do to get rid of this?"
The commotion outside became louder and louder. Someone scratched out typos with a pen knife, frowning while scratching: "What's going on? Could there be another assassin in Qinian Palace, or a remnant of Lao Ai's party?"
"How is it possible? They are all low-life people who have no influence on the world. 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 King Qin. How can we, the 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 imprison their 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 slip on the case and said, "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. Some of them were actually a kind of silent waves crashing here, all-pervasive and oppressive. Someone turned over the bamboo slips and said, "This King of Qin is really worthy of being here."
sad"
Being held hostage when he was a child, losing his father when he was young, and being betrayed by his mother when he became a man, 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.
Some people wanted to express a few words of emotion, but when they remembered that although they were related by blood to King Qin, 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 had just been investigating. "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 has been there before, and when they saw this couple, they were thinking in their hearts, but smiled and said nothing. How much of King Qin's iron-faced tenderness is left? If you squeeze and twist, there won't be a drop left.
Got this one.
"Why is she here? King Qin came to Yongcheng to crown her, and she still hugged her?"
"How is the injury? Is it serious?"
The boy said: "I only took a look at it from a distance and saw a bunch of soldiers carrying the imperial doctor and running into Qinian Palace. The rest of the conversation was the eunuch who came out of the inner hall and said a few words to me.
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 physician, what's the use of looking at her, lest you still dislike her." Someone sneered, "Since ancient times, beauties have always had a bad fate. 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?"
"Wonderful!"
"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, "It is about 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, it is because we, the old clan, do not share the worries of the country and say that your Majesty is not close to clans like ours. Have you really ever thought about it for Your Majesty's 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."