Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Maybe he didn't want to be a king at all.

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Well, there is only one update today, and I was really tired last night, so I slept late.Thank you for your support and Merry Christmas everyone.Um, although it has passed, haha.

Chapter 148: So when was the last sentence written?

No one knew when Ying Zichu passed away. They only knew that the day before, he had dismissed everyone, leaving him alone in the bedroom.

When the eunuch and servants walked into the bedroom the next day, there were a few crows parked on the eaves of the bedroom, and the pitch-black birds stood out in daylight.

When they walked into the hall, Ying Zichu was sitting by the bed and was silent.

In less than three years, three consecutive generations of Qin kings passed away, and a layer of haze shrouded the city of Xianyang.

Some remarks with ulterior motives have been spread among the people. Some people say that it is because of the competition between the court and China.

Some people even blamed the death of King Qin on the karma of Qin Zhong. Qin was invaded all the year round and was called the country of tigers and wolves by other countries.

The news spread to other countries, and because of this news, the countries that had just defeated Hangu breathed a sigh of relief.

None of them thought that the 20 troops of the Hezong Kingdom would be swallowed up by Qin just like that.

Although in the final analysis, this defeat was due to discord among the states.

But according to what Wei Wuji said, tens of thousands of people in Qin could have been wiped out first in this battle, but before entering Hangu, they were blocked by an army, so the success fell short.

The army was only 20, but it prevented the [-] vertical army from advancing an inch, calling it a trap.

The nations are silent, and the army is trapped. This fierce army has haunted many countries as early as a few years ago, and it has a fierce reputation for being killed.Only a few hundred people killed Zhou Wei, and they were called mourners.As a forbidden army in the state of Qin, no one thought that the army had expanded to ten thousand people, and the Qin army was even more ferocious than before.

King Qin of this generation also had great ambitions, the allied armies were defeated, and the military forces of the five countries were all damaged. No one was sure of being able to withstand Qin's counterattack.Just when the nations were worried, news came that King Qin died of illness, and it was almost time to celebrate with wine.

No matter how the Minzhong and Zhongguo react, the Qin State's court has indeed taken action.

For no other reason, this generation of Prince Qin is different from the previous generation. Yingzi Chu passed away in his prime, and Prince Qin Yingzheng was only 11 years old.

For a moment, most of Chaozhong's eyes fell on the Young Master's Mansion.

Some people have even begun to secretly visit the most powerful official in Qin State, Lu Buwei, the prime minister of Qin State.

The only puzzling thing is that Lu Buwei still hasn't responded, and everything is as normal.It seemed that he was full of sorrow for the passing of King Qin, and all the visitors were closed behind closed doors.

Most of the people in the court knew what kind of person Lu Buwei was. He was eager for power and was a real businessman.

But now he made a gesture of innocence, as if he was afraid of being hurt by something.

Since Lu Buwei is like this, those who are interested can only find another way out and start secretly forming cliques. They are sure that there will be big disturbances in the court and China in the near future.

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Gu Nan sat at the table. The tea on the table had been sitting for a long time, and the residual heat of the warm tea had already dissipated, turning into cold water.

It was rare for her to arrive early today, but Ying Zheng didn't.

A gust of wind from nowhere blew a white petal to the edge of the cup, Gu Nan stretched out two fingers, picked up the petal and twirled it gently in his hand.

The snow-white petals turned slowly, but attracted a butterfly to fly over. The white butterfly lightly landed on Gu Nan's hand, spreading its wings in front of the petals.

Like being obsessed with the petals.

Gu Nan stared blankly at the butterfly for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

Die Lianhua, I often hear that guy talk about it, I think I like it very much.

"The years are like a hemp, if there is another life, you will not be born in this troubled world."

The butterfly flapped its wings and disappeared among the flowers and trees.

Gu Nan picked up the teacup in front of him, brought it to his mouth, and poured cold water into his throat.

"Mr. Gu." Ying Zheng's voice sounded from behind Gu Nan.

Gu Nan turned her head, the boy lowered his eyes, as if he had grown up a lot overnight, and he was no longer the child he used to be.

"Here we come." Gu Nan was about to reach out and put his hand on his head, but stopped again. The boy in front of him was really no longer a child.

Withdrawing her hand, Gu Nan smiled, she understood that she might have something to say at this time, but she is not a person who is good at words, and when the words came to her lips, she didn't know what to say.

At last he just said, "Sit down."

Ying Zheng nodded yes, and sat at the table with some redness around his eyes.

After Ying Zichu passed away, he left him a box of short books.

Since he was a child, Ying Zichu didn't seem to have much time to be by his side. He always seemed to have endless things to do and people to see, but he never found time to meet him.

It wasn't until last night that a secret guard suddenly appeared that he knew that his father had left something for him.

What he didn't expect was that the things recorded in the short book made him read all night.

It records the life skills and daily actions of 26 important officials of the imperial court, and also marks them whether they are credible or not, and whether they can be considered.

Wrote the government affairs in and out of the government in recent years, and the important affairs of various places.

Wrote the administrative suggestions for the future, which can be done in the future.

He wrote the orders of the army and the current situation in the world.

It seemed that I was afraid that my writing was not clear enough, so I filled the corners of the brief book with small words and annotations, and it was obvious that I had filled it out over and over again.

The language is a little blunt, but I tried my best to be kind, and I added a few daily reminders: I should get up early in the morning, go to bed early in the evening, and add some clothes when it is cold.It's a bit odd to read.

It's like a father who doesn't know how to speak, telling his children what he has gained, everything he can teach his children, everything he should tell him, and he wants to say what he wants to say at once Understand the same.

It was as if he was by Ying Zheng's side, carefully handing over all his life's income to him.

A box of bamboo slips, more than thirty volumes, Ying Zheng read them all in one sitting without resting.

By the time I finished watching it, it was just dawn outside.

The light shines through the window and shines on the bamboo slips. According to the last few strokes, the ink marks seem to have not dried yet, but the old person has disappeared.

Chapter 149: Don't Say It Out

"Mr. Gu." Ying Zheng raised his head to meet Gu Nan's eyes.

"Where do people go when they die?"