Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

It's like, look at the scum's expression.

A child was left unattended in the palace, and he fell under a tree in the rain. He and his mother lived in a deserted side hall in the palace where there should be no one, and he couldn't find his biological father.

It seems to be able to think of a big story.

Gu Nan looked at Ying Zheng's strange expression.

He frowned suspiciously: "My lord, what's the matter?"

The corner of his eye twitched, and Ying Zheng hurriedly looked at the palace and explained.

"It's like this. The person living there is indeed a woman. When the widow sent Lu Buwei out of Xianyang, Lu Buwei had someone send her here."

"I heard that she was originally from the Kingdom of Wei, and she was pregnant when they were sent. At that time, the widow wanted to send the mother and child back, but the woman said that she had no relatives at home. So they were arranged to live in the side hall until they wanted to leave. will let them go."

"Later, I heard that the woman passed away due to depression, but I didn't expect that the child is now this old."

His speaking speed was a little fast, as if he had finished the sentence in one breath.

After finishing speaking, he put his hands behind his back nervously, looked at Gu Nan and asked, "Mr. Gu, do you understand?"

Gu Nan was stunned for a long time without reacting, and it took about half a minute before he finished interpreting this pile of information.

"oh oh."

I don't know if I understand or not and I nodded.

Looking at Xiao Yu in the sky: "Then when the rain stops, I will send him back."

"My widow, my widow, go with my husband."

The rain was not too heavy, and the three of them stood under the tree.

The sound of rustling rain rang softly in my ears, and the flowers and leaves in the distance shook.

The petals knocked down by the raindrops are one after another in the wind.

Gu Nan inexplicably felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and raised his head uncomfortably.

Delusion?

Standing beside Gu Nan, Ying Zheng looked at the swaying white flowers, suddenly felt that time seemed to slow down, and smiled slightly.

"Mr. Gu, look at that, the flowers on that tree are blooming very well."

The boy next to Gu Nan nodded: "It looks good."

Ying Zheng smiled and put his hand on the boy's head: "Is that so."

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Yishui River.

Three people stood there, and one of them carried a long sword on his back.

One is holding a long piano, and the other is holding a jug of wine.

Of these three people, one is called Jing Ke and Jiang Qing, one is called Gao Jianli, and the other is called Yan Dan.

Holding the jug, Yan Dan raised his glass to Jing Ke: "There is nothing to give, but to practice it with wine. The survival of the country of Yan depends on the king."

"Haha, the wine is enough." Jing Ke took the jug, raised his head and drank the wine, then looked back at Yi Shui.

Following the current, I don't know what to look at.

Until he turned around and left.

"Let's go, don't have to send it away."

This is the way to die.

Gao Jianli watched Jing Ke go away, lowered his head, and put his hands on the strings of the zither.

The sound of the piano gradually rose, he opened his mouth and sang softly, accompanied by the sound of Yishui's waves, it spread far away.

"The wind is rustling, Yi Shui is cold..."

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Hey, today's housewarming dinner is mostly elders, and the elders are really inseparable from not letting them leave the banquet, and now it is finally getting better.I have to go home all morning tomorrow.I'll write more later if I can.Sorry, I have been afraid to make a very serious promise, and there is no exact time for adding more, just worried that I will not come up and lose faith.The update speed is really too slow.In the history of Jing Ke's assassination of Qin, there was another Qin Wuyang, but in order to keep the plot from being too complicated, I won't describe this character much.Then everyone said that they don't want to downplay the protagonists in history, um, this is only temporary, don't worry.

Chapter 2: Senior sister won't fool you

"You go over." The soldier guarding the gate of the city waved his hand and removed the dagger in his hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Jun." The young man standing there nodded his thanks, pulled the burden on his shoulders and walked into the city.

After passing through the city gate, the appearance of the city fell into the eyes of the young man.It is still the same as before, it should be said that it has not changed much after all these years.

He was wearing a short yellow-gray sackcloth, and the hair on the top of his head was tied together in a casual look.

He was carrying a luggage on his back, and judging by his attire, the things contained in it would not be any valuable items.

The only eye-catching thing in his whole body should be the sword on his back.

But judging from the shape of the hilt, it is nothing more than an ordinary bronze sword, only slightly shorter.

Standing by the side of the street, a vicious-looking gangster watched the man walk past the city.

He spat and scolded: "What are the people who have entered the city these days? They all look so poor that people will snatch them with disdain."

The young man who came in from the city gate paused, as if he heard something, and turned his head to look at the gangster on the street.

The bastard froze for a moment, thinking to himself.

Can you hear it from so far away?

Looking at the look that the young man cast over, he was inexplicably panicked.

As a result, the young man just smiled, turned his head and continued walking towards the main road.

Only then did the gangster come to his senses, and when he searched again, the young man was nowhere to be seen.

After many years, there will always be many special feelings when returning to the same place again.What exactly it should be is unclear.

But for this young man, it should be quite touching. He looked at the streets in the city, and the people on the side of the road walked by him, everything seemed to be separated by something.

The young man smiled and thought to himself, maybe this is the feeling of dying.