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Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng stood on the top of the city with his hands behind his back, looking down at the snowy Xianyang City.

Behind him was only a thin and thin eunuch who bowed his head respectfully.The coldness of the deep winter came in from the sleeves and collar, the little eunuch couldn't help shrinking his neck, and raised his eyes to look at the young emperor in the thin dark black court clothes.Thinking of the king's temper, he didn't dare to speak out to remind him after all.

Day after day, what's so good about it?The little eunuch was puzzled, and finally risked the world's displeasure and sneaked a look along the emperor's line of sight, only to see that the city was covered in heavy snow, and it was difficult to distinguish the Guanshan Mountain.

I remember the first time I accompanied the king to the top of the city, he only secretly glanced at the scene under his feet, and his legs and feet couldn't help but feel weak.He had never seen such a scene before, the city was so high that it almost gave him the illusion that the mountains and rivers were dormant.

But now that the mountains and rivers are covered with snow, the world is almost full of cold winter chills, as if a million Qin cavalry will emerge from it in the next moment.The little eunuch didn't feel excited, only felt palpitations.

At this moment, the young emperor suddenly said, "Bring a pen!" Heavy snow fell on his shoulders.

With an order, the silk and pen and ink were brought to the emperor almost immediately.

The young emperor rolled up his dark black sleeves, flicked open the ten-foot-long plain silk, and dipped his brush in ink, slithering like a grass snake, with six or seven characters in a line.

At the beginning, there is a line of big characters cut with a knife: what contribution did you make to Qin?

All the guards and eunuchs stood upright, silent like cicadas, not daring to raise their heads.It was snowing heavily in Xianyang that day, and the young emperor stood on the top of Xianyang Palace and almost brushed it away, without even knowing that the ink was splashed on his cheeks.

"What contribution did you make to Qin? Qin entrusted the king to Henan, and he fed hundreds of thousands of households."

"How is your relationship with Qin? Known as Father Zhong?"

"He moved to Shu with his family!"

"..."

There are countless pens and inks in one word, and the power shakes mountains and rivers.

Everyone who was present that day had a feeling of biting cold and cold sweat.

……

When King Qin's letter arrived in Yangzhai, Lu Buwei was cooking wine in the small courtyard. The peach blossoms in the coming year had not yet bloomed, but the wine was called peach blossoms, and Qing, a beautiful widow in the tavern, sent it over in person.

Yu Zishi was leaning on the porch, the sword on his back pressed against the pillar, and was unsheathed the moment the messenger stepped through the door.

The sword passed an inch away from the messenger's neck and was nailed to the wall. The man's legs softened, but he still bravely shouted, "The letter from King Qin has arrived."

The coldness in Yu Zishi's eyes was even worse, he walked towards that person slowly.The envoy was shocked by his momentum, and subconsciously took two steps back.The moment Yu Zishi stretched out his hand to cover the hilt of the sword, Lu Buwei who was staring at the wine in the pot finally said, "Zishi, bring the letter here."

Yu Zishi drew his sword from the wall and took the box from the messenger. "Get out." He only said one word to the messenger.

"You..." The emissary obviously had never received such treatment before, his face flushed, and he snorted viciously for a long time, but he didn't dare to say anything, turned around and left.

Yu Zishi walked up to Lu Buwei and handed over the box.

The silk almost covered most of the courtyard, Lu Buwei walked and watched step by step, finally stopped at the last stroke, and smiled softly.

Yu Zishi leaned against the corridor and finished scanning the entire letter.

It's not an edict, it's a letter, and there is no King Qin seal on it.

Lu Buwei turned his head to look at Yu Zishi, "It seems that I am very angry, and I don't know what happened again."

"Not necessarily, maybe it happened on a whim." Yu Zishi said indifferently.

"It's possible." Lu Buwei agreed very much, and for a long time he looked up and smiled helplessly: "How does this look like a letter from the majestic Great Qin King? Ask me what I owe to Da Qin, what is my relationship with Da Qin, and ask me to clean up quickly Get lost in Western Shu, this child's mind has not changed for many years, and now he is the king of a country."

"It's really boring." Yu Zishi agreed, and he looked up at the falling snow flakes, and didn't speak any more.

Blood dripped from the nose, staining the silk.Lu Buwei lowered his head and stretched out his sleeves to wipe, but he wiped more and more. Finally, Lu Buwei wiped his face as if thinking of something, and his sleeves instantly fainted with layers of blood.He stared at it for a long time, then sighed softly, "Forget it."

Perhaps it was getting closer and closer to death, and it was rare for Lu Buwei to ignore it. He turned to Yu Zishi and asked, "What kind of king will he be in the future?"

"One Emperor through the ages." Yu Zishi looked at Lu Buwei, "Far beyond all your imagination."

"That's really unimaginable." Lu Buwei sighed softly.

Yu Zishi turned his eyes away and suppressed the emotions in his heart. He cast his gaze into the distance indifferently, and asked, "Where do you want to go after you die, Xianyang? Puyang? Or anywhere? I'll take you there."

"I don't want to run around anymore. I spent my whole life running around when I was young. If I'm tired, I'll bury him in Yangdi." He looked at Yu Zishi, "Mr. is thin. You can buy a smaller coffin to save some money."

"Find a vegetable jar for cremation and bury it for you. It's more economical. You don't have to worry about someone stealing the tomb and flogging the corpse after you die, how about it?"

Lu Buwei was taken aback for a moment, thinking that this way of dying would be quite clean, and said: "It's okay, but it's better not to use a vegetable jar, but a wine jar instead." He patted the jar of wine that the widow Qing just sent, "This wine jar is good, Peach Blossom, and the name of this wine is also good. It is very vulgar and elegant, and it suits me well."

Yu Zishi suddenly couldn't continue speaking.

He felt sick.

Lu Buwei hugged the wine jar and lay back, looking at the snowflakes all over the yard, his head that had been drowsy somehow became clearer.He said to Yu Zishi on a whim: "Zi Shi, let me sing you a song."

"No need." Yu Zishi refused coldly, but found that his voice was a little choked, "Save some energy and drink more bars, you won't be able to drink in the future."

"It's okay, I don't like drinking." Lu Buwei rolled up his sleeves, reached out and picked up the chopsticks on the low table, and tapped the wine glass lightly.

The gentle voice is mixed with hoarseness, which sounds like wind.While Lu Buwei was humming, a scene gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

Iron Horse Glacier, Million Qin Pass.

"Does it mean no clothes? In the same robe as him. Wang Yuxing master, repair my spear, and share the same hatred with my son."

"Don't you say that you have no clothes? You share the same luster with your son. Wang Yuxing master, repair my spear halberd, and work together with your son."

"Is there no clothes? I wear the same clothes as my son. The king Yu Xingshi, repair my armored soldiers, and walk with my son."

The tune was intermittent, a majestic Qin Feng, without the slightest sense of grandeur and intensity, only sadness.

Yu Zishi couldn't finish listening, he listened halfway, got up and walked out of the yard, outside the yard was very windy and snowy.

He only took two steps, and the original singing in the yard behind him was extinguished, leaving only an empty silence.

Yu Zishi raised his eyes, there was a vast expanse of snow in front of his eyes, and only the sound of Cheng Xiaoxiao's wind was left in his ears.

On this day, it snowed heavily in Yangdi.

Daqin Xiangbang and Wenxin Hou Lu Buwei died.