I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

At the entrance of the side hall of Lanchi Palace, Ying Zheng was wrapped in fox fur and helped Zhuang Xi to go out.A group of palace people surrounded him, they all opened their hands to help but dared not to, for fear that he would accidentally fall down.

Zhuang Xi was about to cry: "My lord, why do you have to go back? Can't we rest here? It's snowing so much, ouch..."

As he spoke, he lifted the scarf around Ying Zheng's neck to cover his mouth and nose.

Fortunately, there is no wind, otherwise people will really die!

Ying Zheng adjusted his breathing, and the heat leaked out from the scarf, turning into white mist.He didn't want to stay in Lanchi Palace, it was too close to Zhao Zheng, he felt that he couldn't help but want to find him.Before he fell into a coma during the day, he had only seen him in a hurry. He was so dizzy and out of state that Zhao Zheng probably didn't recognize him.

After changing into such a sickly skin, no matter how airy he is, he was tossed out of shape.

Ying Zheng thinks this is also good.After all, he can't figure out what Zhao Zheng is thinking now. The boy has grown up, and he doesn't know what he has experienced in the past five years, and he is obviously full of hostility.He didn't intend to recognize each other rashly. If Zhao Zheng changed his mind, revealing his identity would only embarrass them all.

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng choked on the snow and coughed a few times.

Zhuang Xi was quite frightened: "Young master, are you alright?"

Ying Zheng shook his head lightly.

Not long after they left, Zhuang Xi and several palace attendants fainted.

This Lanchi Palace... is really a maze!The ground, water, and air are surrounded by vermilion corridors. In addition to the main palace, there are many ancillary buildings. The pavilions are built on the water, which is a very spectacular spectacle.No matter how you walk here, you can see the road, and no matter how you walk, you can't seem to get out.

Before Zhuang Xi went for a walk with Zhao Ying, he just passed by here from a distance, and never came in. Today, he followed Ying Zhengdang to the periphery and bumped into Zhao Zheng. In addition, Ying Zheng was unconscious and flustered for a while, and he didn't even have time to recognize his way. , I was completely dumbfounded at the moment.

They said they wanted to go back, but they didn't know where to go...

I was having a headache, but I saw that the young master walked down a corridor on the left without any hesitation.Zhuang Xi hurriedly followed: "My lord, don't wander around, I heard there is a way here! If you go the wrong way, you may be caught as an assassin!"

Ying Zheng was rather bored, and said in amusement, "What kind of way?"

Zhuang Xi felt that he finally had something to show off, hehe said: "This Yin Talisman technique, there is only one way to go out, and some roads are sealed off at the end, guarded by the king's guards, it seems to prevent assassins, It is said that there are big fish that eat people in the water.”

Speaking of which, how did they come in at that time, it seems that they followed the young master, and arrived here without knowing it...

Zhuang Xi thought about it for a while, he also has a little research on Yin Talisman and the art of gossip, he likes to do divination and so on when he has nothing to do, most of the time he is quite accurate.He was eager to try: "Let me try, son! It will be really bad if you go the wrong way!"

"I'm more familiar with you than you here." Ying Zheng pulled up his fox fur and let out a sigh of relief. Seeing that he was so confident, if he delayed his talent, he chuckled lightly: "I'll give you a chance, try it."

Zhuang Xi immediately took out a small notebook and a piece of charcoal from his sleeve pocket: "I will definitely find the direction when I count to twenty!"

Ying Zheng stood aside and nodded invisibly, with a little frost on his slender eyelashes, looking at the few stars in the sky from a distance.

Some palace servants helped to count, and when they reached fifteen, Zhuang Xi pointed in a direction: "The gate of life is to the east!"

Everyone looked to the east.

Ying Zheng nodded lightly, "Okay."

After speaking, he went straight to the west corridor.

Zhuang Xi: "...???"

Clumsy, he hurriedly followed: "Young master! That's the door to death!"

Ying Zheng didn't slow down, but just kept going.When the Orchid Pond was built, the geomancer deliberately put the way out at the door of death, so Zhuang Xi was actually right.But he was able to identify the direction purely because he knew where to go with his eyes closed after walking too much, the door of life and death, and so on. He only heard Li Si said briefly, so he was not very clear.

Not long after walking, when he turned the corner of the corridor, a young girl in plain clothes was surrounded by palace people and walked towards this side.

Ying Zheng paused when he saw her.

The girl was not tall, with a pretty face, and her eyes were quite prominent, big and bright.She was wrapped under an elegant light red cloak, only her slightly fat face was exposed, a layer of fine snow had accumulated on the hood, and she was holding a delicate ivory food box in her hand.

After meeting Ying Zheng's eyes, she hurriedly lowered her head, then raised her head and glared at him with some annoyance, and said coquettishly, "Don't look at me."

The palace servant beside her observed her words and said: "Young envoy, this is Mr. Ziying from Chang'an Palace."

The girl let out an oh, and saluted Ying Zheng reluctantly.

Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze, narrowed his eyes, and walked past the girl without showing any emotion.

The girl turned her head and glared at him, stomped her feet, and then whispered to the servant next to her, "Why is he so rude, it's a serious crime to look directly at the Queen of Qin, and he actually stared at me just now."

The palace people were afraid that she would say something that shouldn't be said, but there are hidden guards everywhere here, Yuan Rong said: "This young master is sick in bed all year round, and I think he doesn't know much about the rules in the palace, so he should hurry up and deliver supper to the king." Let's go."

"Oh, no wonder he looks sick, forget it, let's go!" After being reminded, the girl forgot about being offended by the young man just now, and happily walked towards Lanchi Palace with a food box.

However, after walking not far, she seemed to remember something again, and stopped curiously to look back.

The young man in fox fur walked alone in the winding corridor in the heavy snow, his pace was not too fast or slow.As he walked, he raised his hand and took off the hood to keep out the cold. Some of his smooth long hair got stuck in the hat, and some fell outside, and there was snow falling on his shoulders.

He didn't know if it was the cold wind, he covered his lips and coughed a few times, the voice came faintly from a long distance.

As bleak as a snowstorm.

The only concubine in the Daqin harem, Young Envoy Yingman looked at the back of that Qingjiao, and didn't know who he was talking to: "Why do I feel that he looks like the king?"

The palace servants respectfully said: "Young Master Ziying was born of the former king's younger brother, so he is naturally somewhat similar to the king."

Yingman shook his head: "No, it's not. I mean tolerance, yes, tolerance is very similar, don't you feel it?"

The palace man's scalp was numb and he said, "Stop making an envoy, be careful with your words."

Yingman pouted: "Okay."

As she spoke, she brushed shoulders with Zhuang Xi and the palace servants, and those young palace servants saluted her, but she ignored them as if she was used to it.

After Zhuang Xi and the young envoy saluted in a hurry, they hurriedly followed Ying Zheng. When he saw that he had taken off his hood, he was shocked and immediately put it back on him: "Young master, you can't blow the wind! How much have you committed!"

Ying Zheng ignored the question, just coughed a few times, and said, "The young envoy just now was canonized by Zhao Zheng?"

When Zhuang Xi heard him directly calling the king's name, his face turned pale and his lips trembled: "My lord, don't be like this, what's wrong with you, the king's name can't be said..."

Ying Zheng just said in a deep voice, "Answer."

Zhuang Xi shook again, "Yes, it was conferred by the king."

"Be clear."

"Clear, be clear...my lord, we can't talk about the harem, it's a serious crime..."

Yingzheng stopped and looked at him, his eyes could not see clearly under the hood, but Zhuang Xi felt inexplicably scary, and hurriedly said: "Three years ago, the Queen Mother Zhao had a cousin, Jiji, who wanted the king to take her to the harem." Go. The king refused, and the queen mother went on hunger strike several times, but every time she almost couldn't save her.

This should not have been mixed in the court, but at that time the queen mother had been forcing her to die, and there was a lot of turmoil. Many people in the court blamed the king for being unfilial. More than 20 courtiers knelt outside the Xianyang Palace to remonstrate to death. It was winter, before and after After kneeling for almost a month, several old ministers still knelt until they fainted, and the king finally appointed her as a young envoy. "

After Zhuang Xi finished speaking in one breath, he took a deep breath, feeling that his brain might not last until tomorrow.Lanchi Palace is the king's bedroom, how many people are guarding it in secret, his words can be heard in the king's ears immediately after he speaks.

It’s over.

And Ying Zheng didn't speak for a long time.After a long time, he said softly: "He must be very sad."

Zhuang Xi knew who the young master was talking about without reminding him, so he whispered: "I dare not speculate on Shang's intention."

But... He once heard from an acquaintance in the palace that the imperial edict for the canonization of the young envoy was written by the king himself and sent to the Empress Dowager Zhao. After the Empress Dowager opened it... it was stained with blood.Since then, the king has never been to the Queen Mother's Oasis Palace.

I don't know why the king refused to accept the concubine. If he was angry with the embarrassing things that the Queen Mother Zhao did back then, it wouldn't be like this.I heard that after the imperial edict was written, the king spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and his heart was so depressed that even the imperial physician was helpless.Later, it was Lord Chang'an Baiqi who had an audience with him. I don't know what method he used to make the king recover.Isn't it just to admit someone into the palace, why bother... why bother.

Zhuang Xi didn't dare to say any more, seeing the Young Master's uneasy expression, he swallowed them all.Seeing that Ying Zheng was in a trance, Zhuang Xi whispered, "My lord, why don't you go back earlier?"

Ying Zheng came back to his senses and walked forward without saying a word.Just now, a short memory came to his mind. It was a young man in white who pecked his lips and said sincerely, "I only want Mr. alone."

He seems to have answered something, but he can't remember it. He only remembers the young man's stubborn retort: ​​"I don't listen to them. I am the King of Qin, and no one can do anything to me."

He just smiled, and gently kissed the boy's forehead.

It seems to be something that happened in Xinzheng. In the midsummer, the sky was bright and shining between the snow-white screens.In my memory, I can even think of the cicadas singing on the magnolia tree outside.

The boy who thought no one could make him compromise has finally grown up.

Ying Zheng looked back at the Lanchi Palace, the lights were brightly lit, the lights were soft and warm.He chuckled: "good thing, let's go."

Turn around and walk into the vast snow.

The majestic palace stands quietly under the night sky.

Young envoy Yingman carried the food box and was led by the palace staff into Lanchi Palace.The palace was also built like a labyrinth, with winding corridors and countless rooms. Zhao Zheng slept in one of them at random every day, and no one knew his whereabouts.

Yingman walked to the door of the study, and the servant saw her coming, and reported, "Your Majesty, the young envoy has brought you a midnight snack."

In the room, there were two secret guards half-kneeling on the ground, reporting things.Zhao Zheng leaned against the back of the upholstered seat with a gloomy face and did not answer.

The waiter knew that he would not see him as usual, so he whispered, "Don't bother me."

Yingman was not upset, and handed the food box to the waiter, stood quietly by the door and looked at it for a while, and then saluted the waiter: "Then Yingman will take my leave."

The servant hurriedly returned the gift: "Less envoy Zhesha will be lowered, and less envoy will walk slowly."

The girl nodded and left, the servant looked at her back and sighed.

For three years, the king has never visited this young envoy, but she herself brought some supper over every day, even though she couldn't even see anyone, she still sent it.She is very knowledgeable about people, never causes any trouble, and can play with His Royal Highness to read and write. She is a good girl.

It's a pity that the king is not tempted.

In the study room, there was a moment of silence.

Zhao Zheng guessed that Yingman had left, so he motioned to the secret guard: "Continue."

A secret guard said: "Mr. Ziying insisted on going back to Chang'an Palace. Just now, he met the young envoy. He not only looked directly at the young envoy's face, but also asked the palace people about the appointment of the young envoy by the king. He directly called the young envoy by his name."

"Oh?" Zhao Zheng's usual cold face rarely showed any other emotions, but he was not concerned about Yingman's affairs, "He is not timid, has he walked out of Lanchi Palace?"

Mi Wei paused: "Yes. At that time, a palace official pointed out that the gate of life was on the east side, but the young master went to the gate of death on the west side."

Zhao Zheng buckled the booklet and put it aside, "Zhao Ying is still proficient in these?"

The secret guard nodded and said: "In previous reports, Mr. Ziying was lingering on the sick bed, and most of them passed the time by reading books, maybe they have dabbled in something."

Zhao Zheng was noncommittal, without raising his head, he said, "Go down."

After speaking, he coughed a few times suppressedly, and the handkerchief covering his mouth was faintly stained with blood.

The two secret guards didn't say much when they saw this, since the king vomited blood three years ago, his heart has been a little stagnant, and occasionally he would have an attack when he was extremely tired, just like today.It's not that no one persuaded the king to see the imperial physician before, but all of them ended up in vain. Excessive persuasion made the king angry, but the gain outweighed the loss.

The two secret guards looked at each other knowingly, and quietly retreated with their hands folded.

In the room, Zhao Zhengku sat for a while, his eyes were silent.

After a long time, his eyes lit up, and he brought the box containing the jade seals in front of him, and opened a small dark layer inside.

In the dark layer is a small clay figurine, very ordinary in appearance, the kind that children in the market often play with, but this clay figurine is in the style of Xinzheng, delicate and small, with rigid features, not particularly exquisite and beautiful , but it can also be seen.

Zhao Zheng put the little clay figure in the palm of his hand, looked at it steadily, gently scraped the clay servant's face with his fingers, and smiled.Different from the coldness before, he blinked childishly, put on a pitiful look, and said obediently: "Has the sir come back today?"

He shook the little clay figurine, and changed into another soft voice, imitating Ying Zheng's tone: "If you don't come back today, wait a minute, sir, okay?"

A cute voice: "Then will you come back tomorrow?"

The soft voice didn't answer.

After a long time, the king who made the six kingdoms submit to fear tightly clenched the bloody veil in his hand, and his hoarse voice sounded in the quiet study room: "Sir, you don't always come back, do you, don't you like students?"