VII

At midnight on the winter solstice, Fusu followed the Taoist to the place where Xuening grass grows. The medicine made from Xuening grass is called Xuening Dan. , No matter how serious the injury or disease is, it is useful to freeze people and maintain the last bit of life, so that Fusu has time to find a way to save lives, even if it is a hundred years, a thousand years...

"This snow grass germinates for ten years, grows for ten years, and blooms in the winter solstice of the third decade. The flowers will wither as soon as they bloom. The petals are crystal clear, as thin as onion wings, and they will break with a little force. Pick them by hand. If it is, it will melt into water in a short time. So you can’t use your hands, you have to use gloves made of silk spun by ice silkworms to pick it up, and then store it in a container made of thousand-year-old cold jade.” The Taoist held his hand Su Xu babbled, fearing that Fu Su would pick it up with his hands in a hurry.

Fu Su couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't you remember? You told me in the life you lived in seclusion, and you said that I was unlucky. This flower just bloomed on the winter solstice one year before I came here... Now it is just right, I am lucky to witness it with my own eyes. This strange flower is not in vain..." It was because of the magical medicinal properties of this flower that Fusu wanted to use Tibetan ice to freeze his father's body in a panic so that it would not stink...

"Isn't this afraid of your impulsiveness?" The Taoist snorted and said, "The only chance you have for Ying Zheng to survive."

"Sir..." Fusu seemed to have thought of something, stopped and looked at Taoist seriously, and said, "Do you know how to revive my father after using Xuening Pill?"

"I don't know!" The Taoist said decisively, and then comforted him: "Don't worry, he is in your hands, you have a lot of time to think of ways to save him, why rush? You must want the throne Inherited, if you don’t inherit it, where will you find the manpower and material resources to find a cure, and where will you have the ability to steal his body out of nothing?”

"Fusu has been taught." Fusu replied somewhat unwillingly but helplessly.

Arriving at the location, Xue Ninghua is already in full bloom. The petals are as crystal clear as the Taoist said, as thin as cicada's wings. It is almost impossible to find them in the ice and snow. If there is not a faint fragrance, Fusu is almost Ignore this flower.

Fusu didn't dare to do anything, so the Taoist plucked the flower and refined it into a pill.When rushing back to Xianyang with the Xuening Pill, Yingzheng had already been on tour for more than three months. Fusu secretly arranged manpower in Xianyang to prevent any changes, and then hurriedly followed the east tour route to catch up with Yingzheng's frame .

It was just the beginning of summer, and Yingzheng had contracted the wind and cold from the fatigue of the journey, but he felt that it was a minor illness. He didn't expect to rush back to Xianyang, and he continued to cruise in a leisurely manner according to the established route.

Fusu rushed to Pingyuanjin Palace on horseback. At this time, Yingzheng's convoy had not yet arrived. After everything was arranged in the palace, Fusu, who was in a state of anxiety, immediately left everyone behind and walked forward for thirty years after receiving the news that Yingzheng was coming. Welcome to drive.

Unsurprisingly, the first person I saw was Meng Yi. At this moment, Meng Yi had not been sent by Ying Zheng to pray for blessings. He was still leading all the soldiers and horses in the convoy, riding guard beside Ying Zheng's carriage. Before Fusu could reach the convoy, Meng Yi He was the first to ride his horse to stop Fusu, and after clasping his fists to salute, he asked respectfully, "Why is the eldest son here?"

Fusu realized something, and said eagerly: "Please Shangqing Mengyi to report, just say that Fusu begged to see Father Emperor."

Meng Yi obviously hesitated, he didn't turn around to report, and he didn't let Fusu go, "Please forgive me, my lord. Your Majesty said that no one was seen in front of the palace."

Fusu's hand holding the rein was so tight that it turned white, he closed his eyes, and opened it after a long while and said, "Please Mengshangqing report to His Majesty that Fusu has the elixir of life, so that His Majesty will not blame you. Qing."

Hearing Fusu's words, Meng Yi became alert instantly, and unconsciously touched the long sword at his side with one hand, and said, "What do you mean by your words?"

"Father is ill..." Fu Su sighed, "Meng Shangqing just go and report it, Father will definitely see me."

Meng Yi let go of the hand holding the long sword, and said: "Young Master, Meng Yi has a sentence that I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Please say."

"Meng Yi naturally believes that the young master is sincere, loyal, filial, benevolent and righteous, but the young master suddenly appeared here, not to mention your majesty, even the ministers can't help but feel suspicious. If the subordinates report for the young master at this moment, the young master will inevitably 'spy on the emperor's trace' I suspect..." So, do you still have to report it?

Hearing Meng Yi's kind words of consolation, Fu Su smiled wryly: "Thank you Meng Shangqing, please also report to Shangqing."

Meng Yi took a deep look at Fusu, and said: "Meng Yi is going to report now, please wait a moment, Young Master."

Fu Su silently watched the back of Meng Yi leaving, of course he knew how crazy it was for him to appear here at this moment, people who are seriously ill are always sensitive and suspicious, not to mention that person is unpredictable, who knows what Ying Zheng will think ?Why did he know that he was here, and why did he know that he was sick?These two points alone are enough to make Fusu die without a place to bury him.If you think about it worse, would Yingzheng feel that he came here because he couldn't wait to be the emperor and wanted to see how the first emperor died?When will you die?Regardless of whether Ying Zheng's illness is cured or not in the end, this suspicion is the seed of disaster.

His father didn't know that this illness would kill him, and he didn't know that he would collapse on the sand dunes.But Fusu knew, so Fusu had to come, no matter what the reason was, the sand dunes must not go.What's more, it's July at this time, the weather is extremely hot, coupled with the bumpy road, it will undoubtedly make things worse for seriously ill people. Although the Pingyuanjin Palace is a bit crude, it is still good for recuperating.

Soon, Meng Yi ordered the entire convoy to stop, took Fusu to summon Fusu, and brought Fusu to one of the carriages, respectfully said: "Your Majesty, the eldest son is here."

"Let him in." A weak voice came from the carriage frame. A moment later, a maid in white opened the door of the carriage and stepped aside on her knees: "My lord, please."

Fu Su was about to lift the hem of the couch and get into the carriage, but he didn't want to be grabbed by Meng Yi. Looking at Meng Yi who was hesitant to speak, Fu Su patted Meng Yi's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Shangqing."

The interior of the car is huge and decorated gorgeously. Ying Zheng is lying on the innermost couch, covered with a thin quilt. Countless drooping tassels divide the car frame into two spaces, slightly shaking, separated by the tulle curtain in front of the couch, Fusu could only vaguely see that his father was half lying on the couch against the wall of the car.

Also kneeling in front of the tent was a maid in white, carefully soaking a brocade handkerchief in a copper basin filled with crushed ice in front of her without making a sound.Fusu noticed that the maid's white and delicate hands had turned red from the cold in the hot summer.

Fusu lifted the drooping tassels, approached the bed, and signaled the maid to hand over the brocade handkerchief with his eyes.The maid froze for a moment, and after wringing out the ice water in the jinpa, she respectfully handed Fusu her hands and stepped aside.

Forbearable coughing came from the sand tent, and even through the sand tent, Fusu could see the figure inside trembling, covering his lips and trying to hold on, so that even through the car wall, the guards passing outside could hardly stand. No movement in the car was heard.Yingzheng's self-esteem and majesty cannot be violated. No one can see His Majesty Shihuang in such a mess.

A sweaty hand opened the gauze curtain and stretched out from the inside. There were traces of blood between the fingers of the palm. The five fingers, which were always white and slender, with well-defined joints, were weakly curled at this moment, and they were hot red.Seeing this, Fusu held the wrist lightly without hesitation, and carefully wiped off the little blood with a brocade handkerchief soaked in ice water, and then gently wiped the palms and backs of the hands, each finger, to make sure that there was no blood. There was an unsightly bloodstain on it.

The hand held in the palm was so hot that the temperature did not drop even if it was wiped repeatedly with ice water. Fusu's eyes were sour, and he felt that his heart, which had not been felt for a long time, began to ache again.

"Father..." The dry and hoarse voice slowly said: "Is there any discomfort?"

"Fusu..." Panting, and in a lower and slower tone than usual, Ying Zheng said flatly, "You are so courageous..."

"..." Handing the dirty brocade handkerchief to the maid, Fusu didn't know what to say for a while.

"I haven't seen you in a year, and I've improved a lot..." Ying Zheng drew back his hand to cover his lips and began to cough again. After a while, he said, "Seeing you now, I suddenly understand a lot of things. You have seen that piece of jade before." Right? Have you been to East County? Have you ever seen the inscriptions on the stone?"

In the scorching heat of July, Fusu's whole body was instantly icy cold, like falling into an ice cave.He even suspected him so much!Pulling off the veil that blocked the two, "Father Huang Mingjian..." The rest of the words were swallowed the moment he saw Ying Zheng. Fusu had never seen such a weak Ying Zheng...his father , should be standing proudly above the crowd, holding a long sword, and looking down on all beings.At this moment, he was covered in cold sweat, his temple hair was disheveled, a few strands of silver and white were mixed in his black hair, his face was haggard, and he was panting slightly.

Sensing Fusu's movements, Yingzheng raised his eyes to look at Fusu. Although he was tortured by illness, Yingzheng's eyes were still sharp and proud, as sharp as a sharp sword just out of his body, with scrutiny and vigilance. "Fusu, you're too impatient... I'm not dead yet! I can't tolerate your presumptuousness!" As he spoke, he pulled out a gleaming dagger from under the pillow and pressed it against Fusu before he could react. With a smile on his neck, he said, "I haven't established a crown prince, Fusu, can you wait any longer?" A seriously ill and dying person instinctively guards against everything, especially when facing the person who can inherit everything from him, it seems like he has been violated. A sick tiger that has lost its territory.

Fusu didn't care about the dagger around his neck, instead he turned his head and shouted at the two maids: "Get lost!"

The two maids knelt down on the ground trembling all over, but remained motionless, as if they hadn't heard Fusu's words.

Fusu was about to get angry, but it was Ying Zheng who said, "Get out." It must be that the explosion just now exhausted Ying Zheng's last ounce of energy. At this moment, he leaned back against the wall of the car, put down the dagger in his hand, and said to the maid, his voice Low and slow, but unquestionable.

"Promise." The two maids promised at the same time, kneeling back and getting out of the carriage.

"Can we talk now?" Ying Zheng panted, "Where is the elixir of life?"

"Father..." Fusu leaned over and wrung out a brocade handkerchief and said softly, "There is no elixir of life..." Fusu unfolded the wrung-out handkerchief, and wiped away the cold sweat from Ying Zheng's forehead and neck little by little.

"I knew it..." Hearing this, Ying Zheng was not too disappointed, as if he had seen through it long ago, "I have been looking for half my life, how can you find it so easily..."

"Fu Su..." Ying Zheng said slowly, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak, "Go and call Zhao Gao."

Fu Su didn't move, he just said softly: "Father is hungry, what do you want to eat?"

Ying Zheng sneered: "You don't want this country anymore?"

Without the elixir of life, Fusu knew that Yingzheng had cut off his last hope, and Zhao Gaolai wanted to make a will.Fusu, who was once an emperor, knew that his father felt that he was forcing the palace, but he was also the one who was most suitable to inherit the throne, so although he was resentful, he went along with it.

Fusu sighed: "I patrol the world and pray to the gods of famous mountains to prolong my life. Today, Fusu and General Meng Tian have hundreds of thousands of troops on the border, and it has been more than ten years. They can't move forward. The soldiers are exhausted and there is no size. Gong. It is the anti-counterfeit letter that slandered me for what I did. I refused to return to the crown prince. I complained day and night. Fusu was unfilial, so he gave him a sword to kill himself! If a minister is unfaithful, he will be punished with death, and the king will leave with the help of soldiers."

"Fusu, what do you mean?" Ying Zheng looked at Fusu fiercely, and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Fusu smiled slightly, and said softly: "Father, this country, I don't want..."

Yingzheng obviously didn't believe it, Fusu continued: "Because, this country, this throne, my ministers have also sat on it for decades..."

"How is that possible!" Ying Zheng frowned, "Fu Su, why are you crazy?"

"This is a very long story..." Fu Su chuckled, reaching out to wipe away Ying Zheng's cold sweat again. "Father wants to hear it, and my son will always tell you, it's just that this is not the time."

Yingzheng looked at Fusu for a long time, as if he was weighing the truth of his words, and after a while he said loudly to the guards outside: "Go to Pingyuanjin Palace." He didn't look at Fusu after he finished speaking, and lowered his eyes and said slowly: "Fusu, how much time do I have?"

This time it was Fusu's turn to be surprised, he did not expect that his father was so intelligent, so intelligent that he did not look like a human being, he must have guessed something before asking such a question.

"Sure enough..." Ying Zheng smiled slowly, "I just tried it casually, Fusu, what else do you know?"

The guards outside obeyed the orders, and the horse team set off again. Ying Zheng didn't let Fu Su go down, but continued indifferently: "I thought it must be because you planted spies by my side that you know my whereabouts and illness like the palm of your hand. Seeing now This is not the case. You said that you were once the emperor, so you must have taken over the country of the Great Qin. That edict is quite similar to my tone, and I also had the idea of ​​​​letting you go to the county to guard the border. It must have happened in the past Bar?"

Fusu looked at Yingzheng with great interest, and said with a smile, "Father, what else did you guess?"

"What did you do that I can't tolerate? I put you to death. You don't want to use your troops to usurp the throne and rebel. However, I must be gone by then, right?"

"Why does the emperor think so?"

Ying Zheng glanced at Fusu indifferently: "If I were here, he wouldn't dare to rebel if Meng Tian had ten courage. If I were here, who in this world would dare to rebel?"

Fu Su loves Ying Zheng's self-confidence to the point of arrogance, "What else?"

"Anything else?" Ying Zheng asked puzzled.

"Father, you might as well guess what this son-in-law did that you can't tolerate?" Fusu had never talked to Ying Zheng so easily, probably because people who are about to die speak kindly, and at this time Ying Zheng was really like a father talking heart-to-heart with his son, with unprecedented patience and candor.

Ying Zheng was silent, "I don't want to talk about this issue."

I don't know why, but Fusu suddenly felt that his father seemed to know something. This feeling made Fusu's hair stand on his head, trembling with fear, but strangely excited, happy and satisfied.It seems to be an unprecedented huge treasure, hiding everything that Fusu dreamed of, but it is also extremely dangerous. It is hidden on the edge of the cliff, and there are countless traps.