Daqin: The first emperor's direct son, the heavens are upgraded to gods

Yingzheng's royal car slowly stopped in front of this private house.

Seeing such a battle, the people of Zhao State in the surrounding houses were also scared and hid in the house, not daring to come out.

"Your Majesty."

"Already here."

Outside the king's car, Xin Sheng reported respectfully.

"Let's go."

Ying Zheng smiled slightly, and smiled at Zhao Xuan and his son who were also driving.

Return to the old place.

Ying Zheng also felt nostalgic.

Unlike being trapped as a hostage in the past, he now returns with a fruit of victory.

"Go, Xu'er."

Zhao Xuan immediately took his son's hand and got out of the car first.

Followed by.

Ying Zheng also walked down slowly.

Standing in front of the house where he once lived.

Ying Zheng watched quietly, and seemed to recall the past in his mind.

"It's been more than 20 years, Gu, and I'm back again."

Looking at the house with the closed courtyard door in front of him, Ying Zheng had mixed feelings.

"The place where Qin Shihuang used to be a hostage is this small private house."

"Perhaps only this era can see it."

Zhao Xuan also looked at the private house in front of him, it was unremarkable, and it was hard to imagine that it was a place where the government was once a hostage.

Ying Zheng stepped forward slowly.

Push open the door.

In front of you is a small courtyard.

Standing at the door, looking at the small courtyard that he hadn't seen for decades, Ying Zheng's face looked even more nostalgic.

I also recalled the events of that year in my mind.

On the stone in that yard.

His mother, Zhao Ji, was mending clothes, and the young Ying Zheng was sitting aside, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, watching quietly. Beside him, a girl was holding her head and looking at him tenderly. .

"Brother Zheng."

"Have you finished memorizing?"

"Mr. Ji Hao will test you later, if you can't recite it, you will be punished again."

The girl looked at Ying Zhengdao worriedly.

"Fang, don't worry."

"I've already memorized my age by heart, and I'm sure I'll pass the teacher's exam." The young Ying Zheng replied confidently.

And this time.

A middle-aged scribe walked slowly into the yard.

Saw him coming.

The young Yingzheng stood up hastily, bowed and bowed: "Zhao Zheng pays his respects to the teacher."

Zhao Ji, who was mending clothes, immediately stood up to greet her, and the girl Xia Yufang didn't dare to be rude: "Mr. Ji."

It can be seen the status of this scribe in the family.

"Politics."

"How's your homework?"

The scribe nodded and came to the young Ying Zheng.

"Back to teacher."

"The homework has been done."

"The teacher can test the school at any time."

The young Yingzheng replied respectfully.

"it is good."

Ji Hao nodded, then sat down directly, and then began the school examination for the young Ying Zheng.

After a while of school exams.

Young Yingzheng answered fluently.

Ji Hao's face was also very satisfied and relieved.

"Politics."

"You are very nice."

"In the future, you will become a master."

Ji Hao praised the young Ying Zheng.

"I still have a lot to learn, and I still have to rely on the teacher's teaching." The young Ying Zheng replied respectfully.

"My political brother is the best."

The young girl Xia Yufang looked at the young Yingzheng proudly, her eyes filled with pride.

"lady."

Ji Hao turned his gaze and landed on Zhao Ji.

"Sir, please tell me." Zhao Ji replied immediately.

"Perhaps in a short while, the opportunity for you to return to Qin will come."

"Now the gap between Qin and Zhao has eased a lot. Judging from the situation, perhaps Zhao may send you back to Qin." Ji Hao said with a smile.

"Really?"

"Can Zheng'er and I return to Qin?"

There was a touch of excitement and anticipation on Zhao Ji's face.

"It's very likely."

"Zheng'er is talented and intelligent, and his father is now the heir of Qin. If Zheng'er belongs to Qin, there will be no chance of achieving the kingship in the future." Ji Hao said with a smile, his words were full of respect for Ying Zheng.

"Mr. has been taking care of our mother and son for many years, and even taught the sons to become talents, and practiced martial arts. If there is no Mr., our mother and son may have gone. Mr.'s great kindness, our mother and son will never forget."

"If there is a chance to return to Qin in the future, and Zheng'er has the opportunity to inherit the great position, then the national tutor of Da Qin must belong to Mr. Zhao Ji." Zhao Ji said very moved.

"Haha."

"Ma'am, you are serious."

"The position of national teacher is unnecessary. If I can see Zheng'er become a talent and create a unified world in the future, that will be my greatest honor as a teacher."

"That way, all the people in the world in the future will remember me, Ji Hao, as Zheng'er's teacher, the first teacher."

Ji Hao stroked his beard and smiled.

People are not saints, they all have selfishness.

If Ji Hao had selfish intentions, it was the future fame that would go down in history.

"Teacher, Zheng'er will not let you down."

The young Yingzheng clenched his fists, his eyes were full of confidence, and he was also full of gratitude for his teacher.

Time turns.

Just as Ji Hao expected.

Qin and Zhao entered a rare peace, and the two countries re-established good relations, and Zhao Zheng's mother and son, who are the protons, will also be returned to Qin by Zhao.

The last day of returning to Qin.

Zhao Ji was very happy. He was finally able to go to Qin State and enjoy the life she deserved instead of suffering humiliation and suffering in Zhao State.

And the young Ying Zheng was the same, happily talking to his A Fang.

"Ah Fang, I can finally go back."

"Brother Zheng will make it up to you when you return to Qin. Brother Zheng will not let anyone bully you again."

The young Yingzheng said softly.

"As long as I can be with Brother Zheng, everything is worth it. I don't want Brother Zheng to make up for it." Xia Yufang replied softly.

At this moment, her eyes are full of happiness that her political brother can go home.

At least.

Brother Zheng no longer has to suffer in Zhao Guo.

"A room."

"Nice to have you."

"In this life, I will never let you down."

The young Yingzheng said softly.

But it was also the night when he was about to leave the country of Zhao.

Suddenly.

A dozen black-clothed assassins rushed into the house, attacking Yingzheng's mother and son in vain.

Even if Ji Hao knew martial arts, he couldn't resist the siege of a dozen assassins. In the end, in order to protect Ying Zheng's mother and son, the assassin pierced through his heart and fell into a pool of blood.

The past.

One by one, they appeared in Ying Zheng's mind.

"teacher."

"Zheng'er, you're back."

Looking at the seat where his teacher used to sit, it was already covered with dust, and a mist appeared in Ying Zheng's eyes.

For Ying Zheng.

adolescence.

There are three most important people in his heart, the first is his mother, then his E Fang, and the third is his teacher.

His mother gave him life, A Fang gave him lifelong companionship, and his teacher Ji Hao gave him knowledge.

Even after decades.

Ying Zheng will never forget what his teacher said to him when he was dying in order to protect himself from being killed by an assassin.

"Zheng...Zheng'er, you must always remember...remember the great wish in your heart, to rule the world, Yan Huang unite."

"The benefit of a...country's strength is ultimately inferior. Only...only if a country is strong, destroying other countries, and consolidating the world, this is the Mahayana that is beneficial to the Yanhuang of the world."

"If it happens...Zheng'er will leave his name in history...but the teacher won't be able to see it at this moment."

"It... it's my Ji Hao's luck to have you as my disciple in this life..." Ji Hao's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally his vitality died.

Little Zhao Xu looked at Ying Zheng, held his father's hand tightly, and said softly, "Daddy, grandpa seems...seems to be crying."

"He, maybe he thought of the past."

"In this house, there are memories of his past."

Zhao Xuan picked up his son and said gently.