This first emperor is awesome

The middle-aged woman's eyes were full of endless sadness, and she took away her hand covering her mouth, and her palm was full of blood.

"Put out your hand."

The middle-aged woman clenched her palms tightly, not wanting to expose her son to blood.

The boy's face changed, showing fear, but he still chose to obey his mother's words, and stretched out his little white hand tremblingly.

Snapped!Snapped!

The middle-aged woman picked up a long wooden board in front of the window, and hit her son's palm several times.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Woo! Woo!"

The boy first suffered from pain, let out a scream, and then burst into tears.

When the middle-aged woman saw this, she hated iron but felt sorry for her son.

She knew that her life was not long and she would not be able to take care of her son forever, so she could only be ruthless and force him to recognize the cruelty of life.

If he didn't learn how to read and read the art of war, how would he inherit his father's behest and restore the Han family when he grew up?

This volume of Art of War is handed down from the Han family, and her time is approaching. She only hopes that before she dies, she can let her son firmly imprint Han's art of war in her mind, so that even after she dies, she can be worthy of her husband and the ranks of the Han family. Ancestors.

Hearing her son's crying, she couldn't help but burst into tears, and burst into tears.

"Xin'er, mother can't take care of you for the rest of your life. You must study Han's military art assiduously. Only when you grow up will you have a chance to restore the glory of your ancestors."

"Mother is not willing to hit you, but there is really no other way. Hitting you hurts my mother's heart."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged woman coughed violently again.

The young Han Xin just wanted to speak.

Suddenly, she felt hot all over her face, and her mother vomited blood, then fell to the ground with her head up.

Han Xin was so frightened by this scene, he didn't care to wipe the blood on his face, and ran over quickly, shaking his mother's body, crying, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

It's a pity that the middle-aged woman seems to be in a hurry, and she has been seriously ill for many years, and she is already terminally ill. She has persisted for many years, and now she has completely let go.

The 13-year-old Han Xin is not a child who knows nothing. Due to his poor family, he started to help his mother with housework very early, went out to do odd jobs, earned some money, and helped his mother to subsidize the family.

Before my mother was not so seriously ill, she worked almost day and night, and all the money she earned was used to sign up for herself and go to a private school to study.

Although I worked very hard, it was hard to save my bad luck after all.

After his mother became seriously ill, he could no longer afford to go to school, so he could only go to private schools to do cleaning work, working part-time and stealing lessons at the same time.

Perhaps the husband saw that he was working hard, not only did he not care about his stealth, but he took the time to give himself some advice.

Many times, Han Xin would subconsciously think that if his mother was not willing to seek medical treatment and take medicine for his own education, but used the money to take care of his body, he would not have come to this point, would he?

Han Xin didn't understand, is reading really so important?

Looking at the body of his mother who lost consciousness and gradually lost her tenderness, Han Xin burst into tears, unstoppable, but no one gave him an answer.

Looking at the dilapidated house with four walls, and looking at the mother's body, it is sad that I can't even get the money to let my mother die.

Why are those rich and powerful people able to live in luxury and luxury?

Why do poor people eat this meal without another meal, worrying about tomorrow today, and worrying about tomorrow tomorrow?

Han Xin was full of anger, but the world was vast, and he knew that he was powerless to change anything.

I cried for a long time, until my voice became hoarse from crying, and all the tears ran dry.

Han Xin stood up tremblingly. At this time, his mother's body was already cold and lost all warmth.

He knew that his mother would never come back, and in the future he could only rely on himself, struggling to survive in this cruel and cold world.

Walking to the wooden case, Han Xin stirred the dry black ink with his fingers, and then began to write on the wide wooden board with the remaining black ink on his fingers.

Selling the house and burying the mother, the four big characters were quickly written by him.

Then he glanced at his mother lying on the ground, and after a lot of effort, he put his mother's body on the dilapidated wooden slum.

After tidying up his mother's remains for a while, he hugged the board and ran out very sadly.

When he came to the center of the bustling county, Han Xin felt extremely lonely when he saw the people coming and going.

As if I was cut off from the world, never belonged here.

Look at those rich people with their children, wearing brocade clothes and eating jade food.

He also came to this world as a human being, why is his fate so miserable?

He found a place with a relatively large flow of people, then knelt down and placed the wooden board in front of him.

There is an endless stream of people, the stream is endless, but no one cares about it.

I don't know how long it took, the crowd changed from batch to batch.

Although someone came to ask, but when they heard that their house was in the eastern suburbs, and it was still dilapidated and might collapse at any time, they all shook their heads and left with a sigh.

Han Xin felt that his legs were numb, and he had lost consciousness.

But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, he only hoped that his mother could be buried in peace, that she would not suffer this kind of crime in the next life, and that she could live a better life.

Just when Han Xin was thinking wildly, a luxurious car stopped.

A group of soldiers in black armor, riding tall horses, separated from the crowd watching the excitement.

In the luxurious car, Zhao Zhong walked in slowly, and bowed to Ying Zheng who was sitting in the car and flipping through the memorial: "Your Majesty, the young man has been found."

"Ok!"

Ying Zheng put down the memorial, his eyes were shining with a strange light.

I am not Liu Bang, so I don't need to be afraid of the talents of heaven.

Han Xin's famous name is astonishing in the past and the present, and the history of Qing Dynasty is not stingy in admiring his military talents.

Xiang Yu was able to conquer and fight well, and he never lost a single defeat. In the end, he fell in the hands of this talented young man.

I won Han Xin, no less than Han Wu won Huo Qubing in the future!

If it is true as the history books say, if Liu Bang hadn't killed Han Xin back then, would there still be Bai Deng's siege?

If Han Xin commanded the troops instead of Liu Bang, would the Han Dynasty have started a century of humiliation?

Good steel should be used on the blade, this Han Xin should be cultivated well, and Meng Tian will be no problem to succeed Wang Jian in the future.

Whether the Daqin iron cavalry can ride the grassland in the future depends on whether Han Xin is really as talented and undefeated as recorded in the history books.

I am looking forward to that day

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Chapter 14 A country is strong but its people are not rich

At this time, Han Xin had already been pulled back from his thoughts by the heated discussion of the bustling crowd.

Seeing those mighty black armored cavalry standing upright, guarding the halberd guards on both sides of the street, Han Xin looked at this scene in shock.

Directly in front of him was a gold-plated luxury car with various vivid patterns carved with gold silk, which made his eyes brighten.

The huge team can't see the side at a glance.

At this moment, Zhao Zhong slowly walked down from the Yujia, and then cast a glance at Han Xin.

Han Xin didn't dare to look back immediately, and lowered his head obediently.

Soon Zhao Zhong bowed down respectfully and guarded the car door.

A big gold-threaded foot stepped up from the cart and landed on a step carved with golden nanmu.

Wearing a crown on his head and a black imperial robe of a black bird, Ying Zheng walked down slowly.

"See Your Majesty."

Wu Qunchen, who had been waiting for a long time behind, all shouted loudly.

Only then did the onlookers react.

It turned out that this sudden big man turned out to be His Majesty the First Emperor of the dynasty.

"Meet Your Majesty."

No matter men, women, old or young, they all shouted.

No matter what he thinks in his heart, whether they like it or not, this is the rule that cannot be violated.

His Majesty?

Han Xin, who lowered his head, was frightened, but he still remembered it.

Back then, I asked my husband in a private school, who is the most powerful and richest person in the world?

The husband told himself that this man was called Shi Huangdi, and he owned the sun, moon and stars in the sky, and the mountains, rivers and lakes in the earth.

Even the life and death of all living beings in the world are all in his mind.

Is he the richest and most powerful man in the world?

Han Xin couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart, quietly raised his head, and took a peek forward from the corner of his eye.

It was a majestic face, faintly visible, and what impressed Han Xin most were those bright and deep black eyes, which seemed to possess infinite magic power, making people afraid to look directly at them.

He is very tall, although his face is half covered by the crown, but Han Xin is very close, Yixi can clearly see that his face is sharp and angular, with tiger mouth, sun angle, big eyes, nose augmentation, firm and And handsome.

Especially the nine-foot-high stature, giving people a feeling that the mountain is looking up, unattainable.

Suddenly, those black eyes seemed to be aware of his peeping, and they scanned over.

Han Xin was taken aback, and quickly looked away, lowered his head, not daring to take a breath.

Just when Han Xin was worried, a pair of big feet came into view.

Looking at the almost extravagant golden silk shoes, Han Xin knew that the owner of these shoes was the unattainable middle-aged man whom he just peeped at.

"Head up."

Ying Zheng looked at Han Xin who was crawling under his feet, and said loudly.

"Here."

Han Xinxin was naturally terrified, but he had to follow orders.

Carefully raising his head, Han Xin could only droop his eyes, not daring to meet the sharp gaze that was sizing him up.

"What's your name?"

Ying Zheng looked at the trembling Han Xin, who was dressed in tatters, and couldn't help asking.

"Han Xin, the head of Guizhou, pay homage to Your Majesty."

Han Xin was extremely nervous, the sense of oppression this man gave him was too strong.

He has never been so nervous since he was a child, and he has never seen anyone with a stronger aura than this man.

"You want to sell the house to bury your mother?"

Ying Zheng looked at the crooked four big characters written by Han Xin, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Han Xin didn't dare to hide anything, so he told the truth by accident.

"I bought the house, you don't have to kneel here, get up!"

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he glanced at Zhao Zhong who was waiting beside him.

Zhao Zhong is also an old man in the palace. As the eunuch of Xianyang Palace, he has been in the palace for more than 20 years. Zhao Gao is also a young man in front of him.

It's just that he has been managing the servants in the harem all the time. After Zhao Gao suddenly lost power, Zhao Zhong successfully counterattacked and became a celebrity in front of His Majesty.

Fu Xiling, the position closest to His Majesty, finally fell on his head.

After spending so many years in the palace, how could he not understand His Majesty's intentions.

Hastily stepped forward, helped Han Xin up, and patted the dust on the young Han Xin very attentively.

"What a poor child."