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In the evening, Yu Zishi lay alone on the hillside, with a goat beside him digging grass and roots in the snow to eat.One person and one goat looked at each other for a while, the world was silent, Yu Zishi watched the goat walking towards him, lowered his head and began to chew his blue sleeve.

Blind Wei, who came over from a distance, sat down beside Yu Zishi, and knocked away the skinny goat with a bamboo pole.

"Is that man dead?" Blind Wei asked.

"Yeah." Yu Zishi was lying on his arm with his pillow on his head, the winter sun shone warmly on him.

Blind Wei nodded, not too surprised, and asked: "What did he confess before he died? He has been talking about it all his life, and he confessed a lot of bad things before he died."

"I've lost my mind for a long time. I was alone with the wine given by the widow next door. After drinking for a while, I died." Yu Zishi mocked, "He's still singing, haven't you heard him sing before? Listen to him Like an old goat hanging his throat."

"Hey, you youngsters speak too meanly." Blind Wei muttered dissatisfied.

"It doesn't matter, he's dead." Yu Zishi seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were cold, "I can't hear you."

Wei Xiazi choked on Yu Zishi, and said for a long time, "You scholars, are you so cruel? He raised you for half a year, and you didn't cry when he died?"

"Crying and he can lift the lid of the coffin and climb out?" Yu Zishi replied as if remembering something, "Forgot, he doesn't have a coffin."

Hearing the sarcastic words in his ears, blind Wei felt that he was about to shed a tear for his old friend whose bones were not yet cold. He was so beautiful during his lifetime, and he didn't even sleep on a coffin board after his death.

Sighing lightly, Blind Wei felt that everyone had their own fate, and if they didn't believe in fate, how many people in this city might not be able to survive the night.

Yu Zishi turned over and sat up, put his hands on his knees, and looked at Daxue Yangdi City. He knew that within three days at most, the news of Lu Buwei's death would spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and countless scholars and scholars would rush to him.

Unofficial history records: The cries of the four fields shook Xianyang.

The people in the world cry for the people in the world, and that person walks quietly.Who cares what your later history books say?

Whoever wrote the history in the past 1 years will find a prince three thousand miles away.Lu Buwei didn't care about such a reputation.

Yu Zishi smiled, "Blind Wei, how can I be cruel? There is no scholar in the world who is more cruel than Lu Buwei. He said that scholars ruled the country, and Daqin had three thousand members of the Lu family. Ping, Qin Wang Yingzheng came out of Handan City, such a powerful person, I watched him vomit blood for half a month, and watched him die as soon as he said, I didn’t dare to ask, who gave it? He poisoned him. I thought that a person like him couldn’t die. It wasn’t until I set him on fire and saw him lying motionless in the fire that I realized that he was really going to die. Burn it up. After it was completely burned, the ashes couldn't even fill a jar, so I realized that I had been cheated, that Lu Buwei was really dead, and only a jar of ashes remained."

After Yu Zishi finished speaking, he got up and left the hillside.

Wei Xiazi behind him didn't move, until the silence in his ears was only the sound of the wind, then he lowered his head and took a sip of his wine, and murmured for a long time: "I used to think that the blood of scholars all over the world is cold, but I never thought about it." But it's hot."

That night, in view of the huge wave of mourning after Lu Buwei's death, Yu Zishi bought a tomb of a local wealthy family and repaired it casually for a few hours, making it Lu Buwei's tomb.There is a tomb with a stele, lest all the scholars who cried so darkly want to follow Lu Xiang to die on a whim but can't find Lu Xiang's cave.

Some people also reminded that this tomb might attract the attention of King Qin.

Yu Zi's solution was simple and rude: This is not Lu Xiang's tomb, but Lu Xiang's tomb. Does King Qin believe it?Let him take the construction team to plan by himself.

All the scholars and literati who came here from thousands of miles were very surprised by Yu Zishi's unique painting style. If Wei Xiazi and Yu Yu hadn't stopped him, Yu Zishi might have set up a stall in front of Lu Buwei's tomb to collect entrance fees.

From the beginning to the end, no one saw Yu Zishi shed a tear.

Two days later, late at night, a person knocked on the door of the courtyard.

The wind and snow were extremely strong, Yu Zishi saw at a glance, black cloak, heavy snow. "You are?" Yu Zishi subconsciously frowned.

The man stretched out his pale hand, and slowly took off the hood that covered most of his face. It was a delicate face, like a frail scholar.Then the man raised his eyes, "I'm looking for Lu Buwei."

The cold voice rang in Yu Zishi's ears, and Yu Zishi froze. This young man has a pair of silent eyes, which can reflect the nine palaces and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

"I'm looking for Lu Buwei." Seeing that Yu Zishi didn't respond, the young man repeated it.

"He's dead." Yu Zishi slowly tightened his hands in his sleeves.

"I'm looking for you, Lu Buwei." The young man stared at Yu Zishi with calm eyes, without the slightest sign of grandeur, but with an astonishing aura.

After being silent for a while, Yu Zishi went back to the room and took out the jar of ashes from under the bed.As soon as he walked out of the room, the young man's eyes fell on the jar in his hand, and his figure seemed to shake slightly.

Yu Zishi handed over the jar, "He's dead." He said almost indifferently.

The young man slowly reached out and took the cold jar, he didn't open it to check, and he didn't ask why there was no whole body, he just stood in the snow holding the jar and didn't speak.Xueluo melted on his body, soaking a large piece of black clothes, and the vermilion cloud pattern on the young man's cuffs became more and more red.

"How did he die?" The calmer the young man's voice was, the more awe-inspiring this snowy night was.

Yu Zishi said calmly, "Suicide." He met the young man's eyes, his eyes were calm and no flaws could be seen.

"Has he left a message for anyone?"

"No."

The young man stared at Yu Zishi's face for a long time.Gently rubbing the jar with his slender fingers, he looked at Yu Zishi with indifferent eyes, "What's your name?"

After a long time, Yu Zishi heard his own voice, without waves or ripples.

"Zhao Gao."

The young man didn't look at Yu Zishi anymore, turned around and walked out.He seemed to have forgotten to put on the hood of the cloak, and the snow fell all over him.In the empty late night, the city was full of heavy snow, he was the only one on Yangzhai Street, and the sound of stepping on the snow was unusually clear.

Yu Zishi watched him drift away.With heavy snow falling all over his head, that young man really seemed to turn his head white overnight.

It wasn't until the figure of the young man completely disappeared that Yu Zishi finally felt chills all over his body, and when he raised his hand to touch it, his back was already covered with sweat.