A Romantic Story of a Girl from the Qin Dynasty

It seems that no one can escape this fate. The harder something is to get, the more they want to have it. Ying Zheng just called Zhiyu "Yu'er", but it seemed like all the cells in his body were reactivated, and all his pores were enlarged with excitement!

He stood blankly at the head of the bed, looking at the old man on the bed looking at him with a tea cup, as if he had lost the majesty of being the emperor. His face was tired, and his voice was a little hollow, but the words "Yu'er" "What I heard is true, it is definitely not an illusion!

"Your father called you, why didn't you respond?"

Shimi passed behind him and reminded him in a low voice, and only then did Zhiyu come back to his senses.

He trembled, as the hard-to-find emotion of father's love finally appeared in front of him in a concrete form.

"Father..."

Zhiyu called out timidly

"Father, are you feeling better? Are you still feeling unwell? Let me call the imperial doctor to take a look at you."

This was the first time Zhiyu had normal communication with Ying Zheng since he was so old. His father, who usually ignored him, seemed to have changed his temper after a serious illness.

"The imperial doctor just came to see me and I'm fine."

Ying Zheng had never taken a good look at his son, his life, his temperament, or even whether he was sick or hungry. Ying Zheng had never cared about him. Although he lived in the Qin Palace, he was even stranger to him than The servants in Qin Palace are even worse.

But no matter how he downplayed the relationship between father and son, Ying Zheng could never change the situation that he was his son. This child who should not have been born has now grown into a teenager. After a serious illness, Ying Zheng has let go of his feelings towards him. bias.

He drank the tea carelessly, and Shimiya took the teacup. Sitting next to him, Shimiya smiled slightly, seeming to be very happy that the father and son could talk to each other.

"Although state affairs are heavy, my father should also take care of himself."

Zhiyu lowered his head, hot tears already welling up in his eyes. If he hadn't gritted his teeth to hold back, he might have burst into tears. Years of grievance and unwillingness really disappeared without a trace in this moment. At this moment, Zhiyu thought, just live like this for the rest of his life, muddle-headedly recognizing the Queen as his biological mother, and being a normal father and son with his father. Leave the world and the country to Fusu. He won't fight for it anymore, and he doesn't want to fight anymore. Fight!

"As a member of the royal family, there are some things you can't help yourself with. You are not young now, so you should be diligent and studious. Learn more from your brother Fusu."

"Yes, I understand."

The brief conversation between father and son had no focus or much warmth, but Ke Zhiyu saw some hope that he, a young and transparent young man, might have a different life.

"Please step aside first. Your mother and I still have something to say."

Zhiyu wiped away his tears and stepped back.

Shimi looked at him exiting the hall and then asked

"Why did your temperament change after you recovered from a serious illness? You finally treat me like a father."

She smiled softly and put a coat on Ying Zheng's shoulders.

Ying Zheng smiled, held Shimi's hand and said

"Although I have been in a coma these past few days, my mind is clear. After experiencing a life and death disaster, I seem to have lost my grudge against him."

He sighed and said

"You told me back then that this child shouldn't have to bear the mistakes his mother made. I couldn't let it go before, but now... I can let it go."

"Zhiyu has always longed for father's love. Although he has never said it, he must be longing for your care in his heart. If you can say a few words and sit down to drink tea like today, I would like to You will definitely be happy.”

Ying Zheng did not answer, but changed the topic and asked

"Has Fusu set off on his journey?"

"You asked him to go, how could he not go?"

"Tell him to go. I'm not really angry with him. It's a good thing that he can think about the people. But if his heart has always been so soft, he may easily be manipulated by the courtiers and not have his own ideas when he inherits the throne in the future. "

"Meng Tian went with him, don't worry, he will be back soon."

Not long after Zhiyu returned to his palace, Zhao Ze came to the door.

"Young Master, I remember this. Although Zhao Gao has been missing for more than ten years, his old house seems to be still there. If you ask around, you may be able to find out something."

"understood."

Zhiyu responded and sent Zhao Ze back.

Do you want to go find Zhao Gao? This made it difficult for him. After all, he was less than five years old when Zhao Gao left, and his impression of him remained ten years ago. Ten years ago, Zhao Gao was introverted and uncommunicative, but he treated himself very well and almost always responded to his requests. Apart from him, it seemed that no one was always with him to play with him.

Perhaps it was to make up for his childhood regrets, or perhaps his ambition had never been extinguished. After thinking for a moment, Zhiyu decided to leave the palace to find him.

Now that Ying Zheng is awake and the surveillance on Zhiyu has been relaxed a little, it is not difficult to get a request to leave the palace.

Zhiyu left the palace smoothly and went directly to Zhao Gao's old house.

The shabby thatched house has not been taken care of for more than ten years. Now it is crumbling and almost collapsed. Where can anyone still live in it?

Zhiyu walked around the broken house and didn't notice anyone inside. A neighbor happened to be walking by.

"Master, are you looking for the owner of this house?"

The first man saw that I was handsome and distinguished, definitely not an ordinary person. He looked at the luxurious carriage again and concluded that this person was either rich or noble.

"Yes, is the owner of this house still there?"

The uncle touched his gray beard, as if he was trying his best to recall the past.

"This house was originally occupied by a young man named Zhao Gao, his old mother and his young daughter-in-law. Unfortunately, fate played a trick on him. Zhao Gaoyuan was going to get married, but because his family was living in poverty, he really couldn't live, so he went to the palace. He became a eunuch, and he was very powerful. He went from being a young eunuch to becoming an official of the CRRC. I thought that life would get better, but in the end... he seemed to have offended some people. Rumor has it..."

The old man squinted his eyes and suddenly lowered his voice and whispered

"He seems to be being hunted. No one knows whether he is dead or not. In short, there is no one alive or dead body. Not long after he disappeared, his little daughter-in-law committed suicide because of the humiliation and anger. The old mother couldn't bear the blow. It went very quickly.”

"So...there is no one left in their family?"

"Isn't that right? Something so cruel happened to this shabby house all of a sudden, and it has become a haunted house! Others dare not approach it, nor dare to demolish it privately, so it is left in such a dilapidated condition."

It looks like today is going to be in vain.

Zhiyu looked at the dilapidated thatched cottage and said to the uncle

"If the owner of this house comes back, could you please tell me? I will come again."