Qin Shi: Beginning as the first emperor's younger brother

Lu Buwei said, "Sit down and have a drink with me."

His tone seemed a little heavy.

Ying Yuan nodded and sat in front of him. Lu Buwei personally poured wine for him, "I heard that your wife, Princess Tian Zhen, is good at making wine. I don't know if the wine I brought suits your taste."

Ying Yuan didn't respond, picked up the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and after a little aftertaste, he said, "It's good wine."

Lu Buwei nodded with a smile, "That's good."

As he spoke, he poured wine for him again.

Ying Yuan was disrespectful.

"Since you returned to Longxi, we haven't sat down like this and had a good talk."

Lu Buwei seemed a little emotional.

When the brothers Ying Zheng and Ying Yuan first came to Xianyang, he treated them as both teachers and friends. During that time, they got along very well with each other.

He explained the scriptures to them.

They treated him as a teacher.

It's a pity that they all know that that harmonious and happy time is gone forever.

Ying Yuan was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Everyone is subject to change. Compared with the you you are today, you can be said to be completely reborn."

There was some sarcasm in his tone.

Lu Buwei was not angry either, "In your eyes, is this old man really that bad?"

In an instant, Ying Yuan's eyes became a little complicated, and he didn't know what to say.

Lu Buwei went on to say: "I have worked hard for most of my life. In fact, I just want to leave a solid family business for you two brothers. I have no selfish intentions. If I have selfish intentions, do you think I will wait until the king becomes an adult and you When holding a heavy soldier?"

Ying Yuan snorted coldly, "You don't need to say such a high-sounding, all the prosperity of the world is for profit, you have the benefits you want to obtain, and you don't need nothing, so even if you write Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals, You can’t become a saint. When people in later generations mention you, the most they can say is that you are a great businessman.”

Lu Buwei got up suddenly, came to the gazebo, looked at the gradually darkening world outside the pavilion, and murmured: "There is nothing wrong with a businessman running the country. At least, the old man made Qin country rich and left something for this country. It is said to be immortal through the ages, but it is enough to be called a blessing for a while."

"You came to see me, what do you mean?" Ying Yuan looked at Lu Buwei's back and asked straight to the point.

The sensitive relationship between him and Lu Buwei is not suitable for long talks.

"The old man came to see Champion Hou, but he actually wanted to ask one thing." Lu Buwei turned around, and the two looked at each other.

"What's the matter?"

"Can what I have done in this life be said to have contributed to the community?"

"Is this question important?"

"important!"

Lu Buwei nodded firmly.

Suddenly, Ying Yuan was in a daze.

He felt that the other party's eyes seemed to be seen by him before.

It was... a look of hope.

It was the first time he and Ying Zheng were in the Xianyang Palace, when Lu Buwei looked at the eyes of the two brothers when they were shining brightly in front of all the Ying family members, civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, and King Qin Xiaowen. kind of look.

Now, he saw it again.

It's a pity that the old friend is not old.

It can only add to lament the erosion of the years.

In the end, Ying Yuan replied earnestly: "The merit lies with the family and the country, and the crime lies with oneself."

Hearing the sound, Lu Buwei laughed out loud.

Laughter spread everywhere.

It seemed like he hadn't laughed out loud like this for a long time.

Ying Yuan's answer, to him, was, in a sense, Ying Zheng's answer.

"The merit lies with the family and the country, and the crime lies with oneself..."

Lu Buwei murmured and left the gazebo.

The back looks a little lonely.

Ying Yuan watched him go, and finally looked at the wine on the stone table, his eyes were very complicated, mixed with various emotions.

Can't tell, don't know.

[76.Chapter 75: Garrison at the border]

The next day.

noon.

Lu Buwei, who had just returned to Xianyang from outside the city of Liyang, was not in a hurry to deal with the mountain of government affairs that had piled up yesterday.

Today's him is much more leisurely and elegant than usual.

After getting out of the carriage, wandering in the street, watching the crowd surge in front of you, feeling the fireworks in the world.

Even his subordinates rarely saw Xiangbang being so excited.

"Recently, Xiangbang's physical condition has been very poor and lifeless. Now, he has finally regained some vitality."

Although a blindfolded middle-aged man couldn't see the expression on Lu Buwei's face at the moment, he could feel that his body was indeed no longer filled with death.

It's like spring on a dead tree.

Wonderful.

This man is the Duan Shui Sword master, one of the six sword slaves in the trap.

Standing beside him is Zhen Gang, the leader of the Six Swordsmen, "Master Xiangbang, he became so happy after meeting the champion. When I came here, I have been listening to Xiangbang say eight words .”

"Which eight characters?" Duan Shui asked curiously.

Zhengang replied: "The merit lies with the family and the country, and the crime lies with oneself."