I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and everyone knelt down in unison, no one dared to watch such a scene.

But the scene just now has been lingering in my mind for a long time - what did they see... the king and the cousin...? ? ?

It was a good thing to be disturbed, Zhao Zheng was not in a good mood, he said with a gloomy face, "What did you see?"

Zhang Liang spoke out first: "I didn't see anything."

The rest of the people were submissive and dared not speak, they were really not qualified to speak out, Zhang Liang's meaning was the king's meaning, and none of them dared to disobey.

No one even thought of defying it.

Zhao Zheng said grimly, "They all belong to the East Palace?"

Zhang Liang replied: "Yes."

Zhao Zheng's eyes swept across the audience one by one, unable to see what it meant, the king was unpredictable.When the calm and prestige gaze fell on Zhao Xian, he paused for a moment, slightly softening: "Why are you here?"

His Royal Highness, who had been blinking his eyes curiously, said obediently: "Mister's hand was accidentally injured, and my son sent him to see the imperial physician...isn't that right, sir?"

"..." Zhang Liang took the initiative to ignore the word "accidental", bowed his head and said, "It's the minister's carelessness, which made His Royal Highness worry."

It was rare to be able to win a round in front of Zhang Liang, Zhao Xian let out a triumphant hey.

"Let's go." Zhao Zheng rubbed Zhao Xian's hair, he was used to the petty fight between them, "Don't be late for the New Year's Eve feast."

"I know the father, then I will go first! Sir, let's go!"

He pulled Zhang Liang up from the ground.

Zhang Liang followed his strength to stand up, and when he looked up, he met Zhao Zheng's deep eyes.Zhang Liang looked at him, and then at the young man blocked by him, with a strange look on his face.

But just looking at each other for a moment, Zhang Liang avoided his gaze, raised his hands above his head and bowed in a salute. He was about to chase after the fast-running Crown Prince, but was stopped by a cold voice. : "These people, get rid of them."

Zhang Liang froze for a moment, glanced at the palace attendants from the corner of his eye, paused, and said cautiously: "Today is the La Festival, His Royal Highness has to choose a companion to read, why don't you put him in prison first, and deal with it later, what does Your Majesty think? "

La Festival can be said to be the most important day of the year. The old year ends and the new year begins. According to the customs of the Qin people, it is not easy to see bloody killings on this day. In the Qin Palace, the King of Qin would go to the sacrificial table to light lamps and pray for blessings at midnight.

Zhao Zhenglue pondered for a moment, "Yes."

After getting permission, Zhang Liang turned around and signaled the palace servants to follow, chasing after Zhao Xian who had already run away.

The palace people followed in a hurry, not daring to beg for mercy, but wept softly after Zhao Zheng and Ying Zheng disappeared at the intersection.

Zhang Liang glanced back, but didn't stop.Serving in the emperor's palace, carrying their heads up is something everyone knows when they walk through the palace gate.This place was originally a place where riches and honor coexisted with an unsatisfactory end. Some people could rise to the top after being appreciated, such as Zhao Gao, while some people would end up miserable if they made a slight mistake, such as this group of palace people.

Even himself.

Zhang Liang paused, and some images flashed in his mind.Suddenly remembered the last time I saw my father in Xinzheng a few days ago.At that time, in order not to make his father angry, he took the initiative to ask the king to resign from his official position, and he followed the army as an ordinary person to meet his captured father.

The old Prime Minister of South Korea used to be under one person and above ten thousand people. Because of Meng Tian's order, he was not tortured, and he was still decent when he met his only son.In the big prison, Zhang Liang knelt in front of him and bowed his head repeatedly. He who had never been soft to his father cried so hard.

Zhang Ping kicked him, but his demeanor remained undiminished: "Get up, crying and crying is still my son?! Didn't you have to go to Qin, and you severed ties with me, where's your backbone?"

He said with a long sigh: "Father made things difficult for you, King Qin asked you to kill me?"

Zhang Liang said softly, "My son has resigned."

Zhang Ping scolded: "Fart! You can still come here after resigning?! You don't need to show me, but you, I still can't see through your sloppy guts? You should be wearing your official uniform, wearing your official uniform. Gold Seal and Purple Ribbon come here! Let them see what a tiger father has no dog son! My son Zhang Ping is going to be a great success!"

Zhang Liang said in a low voice: "Don't say it...Father, don't say it."

"Why are you crying? Where's the wine? I heard that Qin's wine is strong, bring me a taste!"

Zhang Liang untied a jug of old wine with shaking hands, and was about to pour it into a bowl, but Zhang Ping snatched the whole jug away.

Zhang Ping took a big gulp, put down the jar clang, and nodded: "Sure enough, it's good wine! Son, the crouching tiger, hidden dragon in the court of Qin State, how many pairs of eyes are staring at you. If you make a mistake, you won't be beaten by me." It's so easy, you carry your head all the time, do you hear me?"

Zhang Liang knelt in front of him and kowtowed heavily, choked up and said, "Son, remember."

"Remember, being a person who is useful to the King of Qin is the foundation of gaining a foothold in the court. Now that he reuses you, what will happen in ten or twenty years? Do you really think it's easy to be an official?"

"But I know my son is a powerful person." Zhang Ping patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Where is the shoal in South Korea enough for you? If you stay by my side and live your life, I hope that you can stir up huge waves in the sea of ​​Qin. My son is a person who wants to be famous forever."

Zhang Liang raised his head and stared blankly at the old Korean prime minister with gray temples. He used to think that he was unreasonable, rigid and ignorant, but now he realized that he had never really understood his father.

Never thought that such words would come out of his mouth.

"Your mother passed away early, so I can't accompany you now. It's not that father has no means or ability, but he is too old to abandon his family and country. Unlike you young people, you can leave as soon as you say, without looking back. You see Seeing the noise I made this time, even King Qin has a headache, right?" He smiled smugly, but his eyes were red, "I also provoked Ying Chen, we can't stop Qin Guo Iron cavalry, it’s okay not to let him be safe.”

Zhang Liang laughed out of nowhere, but the sadness in his smile was unavoidable, "Father is powerful, son can't match."

"Hmph, there's one last thing. Go back to Qin as soon as possible after you finish talking." Zhang Ping poured a bowl of wine for him. "You are not young anymore. Find a virtuous girl to start a family early, huh?"

"Remember." Zhang Liang took the wine and smiled bitterly, "I listen to my father."

"Get out, get out, when did you hear me, kid? If you can remember this, [-]% of me will be smiling!"

The man's voice gradually faded from his memory, and when Zhang Liang came back to his senses, a little snow fell on his shoulders.

Ahead, the carefree little prince was waiting for him in front of the Imperial Medical Office, and the little palace servant standing at the entrance of the Imperial Medical Office knelt at Zhao Xian's feet, carefully brushing the snow off his shoes.

Zhao Xian said loudly: "Zhang Liang, what are you dawdling about, you don't want your hands!"

His Royal Highness was so anxious that he ran over and grabbed his sleeve: "Why are you in a daze, why don't you go away! If you continue to dawdle like this, your father will send you to repair the Great Wall!"

"I'm wondering whether to remind Mr. Chang'an." Zhang Liang suppressed his emotions, and he didn't stand up lazily. Weeping ghosts and gods."

Zhao Xian rolled his eyes to him, looked at the snowflakes all over the sky, and said impatiently: "What's the matter with Mr. Chang'an, aren't you afraid when you see him? Oh, let's not talk about it, hurry up, I have to go Banquet!"

The sound gradually faded away.

The heavy snow in Xianyang was as powerful as ever.

On the palace road, Ying Zheng and Zhao Zheng walked to the Xianyang Palace where the banquet was held while admiring the snow. Zhao Zhenglue walked ahead, and Ying Zheng was a step behind him.

Behind them were the servants, palace servants and imperial guards, and no one felt that there was anything wrong with this scene.

Under the fox fur, where no one was looking, Ying Zheng's hand was held by Zhao Zheng.

He took a step slowly because the wind would blow into the fox fur when holding hands when walking side by side.

After walking for a while, Ying Zheng breathed out a mouthful of white mist and stopped.Zhao Zheng also stopped in his tracks, supported him slightly, and said softly, "Tired? Sit on the imperial chariot?"

Ying Zheng coughed a few times, covered under the hood so tightly that only his eyes and the tip of his nose were exposed. When he looked up at Zhao Zheng, a piece of snow fell on the tip of his nose and melted into a little water stain.

Zhao Zheng gently scraped away the snow with his fingers.

No one spoke.

Eyes met, Zhao Zheng smiled, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ying Zheng shook his hand unconsciously, and rarely gave him a look of disgust.

Always feel some bad premonition.

In Xianyang Palace, the battle of showing off babies is still going on, with sour compliments coming and going.

In the corner of the main hall, a palace official hurried to the young man who was standing by the pillar and was reading a bamboo slip.

"Young Fu." The palace man walked in front of him and lowered his voice, "Something seems to have happened to the prince."

The young prince Fu Zhao Gao, who had been silent all this time, moved his eyes slightly, and glanced at the palace man he had promoted and recruited overtly and secretly: "What's wrong."

Gong Ren said: "Just now, Zhang Liang came out of the Imperial Medical Office, took the king's orders and personal guards, and took a dozen people from the East Palace into the prison."

"What's wrong?"

The palace man shook his head, "I don't know. However, the palace man Xiang Lu that you asked your servant to pick up a while ago is inside. I heard that he will be executed after La Festival."

Zhao Gao raised his eyes that had been downcast slightly: "Understood."

He handed the bamboo slips in his hand to the palace man, gestured a few times in the air with his fingers, as if copying, and said calmly: "Go and put it back in His Highness's bookshelf."

"Yes." The palace man took the bamboo slips with both hands and retreated.

Zhao Gao rolled up his sleeves, his fingers were still gesticulating in the sleeves, his eyes were a bit gloomy.

This bamboo slip was left by Zhao Li, Lord Chang'an back then, and the handwriting on it was not difficult for him to learn, but the strokes between the lines are full of meaning, and there is a grand atmosphere, which he can't learn .

I thought that Zhao Li had passed away for many years, and there would be no one who could write such words.However, when he saw the Zijin in Zhao Xian's hands that day, Zhao Gao felt that Zhao Ying would become a stumbling block for him.There is no reason, just intuition.

Zhao Gao rubbed his fingers, still thinking about whether to go to the prison before the banquet started, but when he noticed that someone was looking at him, he raised his head and looked over.

Shangqing Mengyi stood not far away and looked at him.

Zhao Gao raised his hand to salute him, turned and left.

One year ago, after he became the prince's young master, the people in the hidden palace told him some inside information five years ago in order to curry favor with him.The reason why those people put him to death because of a small mistake was because of this Shangqing's suggestion

Zhao Gao didn't know why Meng Yi targeted him, but the beam was settled.

During the heavy snowfall of the La Festival, Zhao Gao went to Qin State Prison to meet Xiang Lu.

The little palace man begged him to save his life.

Zhao Gao thought for a while, then said softly, "Why did you get convicted? If it's a minor crime, it doesn't deserve death, and I can still say a few words."

Xiang Lu hastily lowered his voice, knelt at Zhao Gao's feet, and said cautiously: "It's the king, the servants bumped into the king and Mr. Ziying..."

Xiang Lu's face was pale and strange, and he didn't dare to speak any more.Zhao Gao rubbed his fingers slowly, and his voice was slightly feminine: "What?"

Xiang Lu dared to say: "Young master, please listen to me..."

Zhao Gao didn't have any pretensions, and bent over in an easy-going way, with an appearance of listening carefully.

Xiang Lu trembled and said what he saw.

"There is such a thing." Rao even Zhao Gao found it interesting, "Are you reading that right?"

"It's absolutely true, otherwise, how could Your Majesty order people to death because of such a trivial matter, maybe he was deceived by that young master."

"I see." Zhao Gao got up and stood up, "I'll save you, Shang Ke."

"Thank you, Shaofu!" Xiang Lu kowtowed and bowed, "If I can survive, I will die for Shaofu!"

"That's not necessary." Zhao Gao smiled, his eyes became more feminine, "There is a place for you."