[Qin] Qin Shi

Bai Shu leaned back halfway on the soft cushion, looked at Fusu indulgently like a child, and described all the interesting people and fun things he met today in a decent way. When I mentioned something interesting, I couldn't help dancing and gesticulating.

It wasn't until the other party had no image covering the room on the cushion that he couldn't breathe with laughter, then Bai Shu tapped on the table to signal the other party to pay attention to his image: "How old are you, and you still mess around like this."

"Isn't this at Zhongfu's place?" Fusu rubbed her cheeks and sat cross-legged, "Every time I have to show a look of bearing humiliation in front of them, and I have to endure it when they are shocked. Laughing and pretending to cry, Su Er is also very tired—"

He made a long sound, and after testing the temperature of the kettle on the side with the back of his hand, he turned the black and gold color teacup upside down in the cup on the table: "Even if the son is a parent now, looking at those wasted Shi Lu, although fortunately there is no real fiefdom, but occasionally he will complain why the father and the king have so many younger brothers and sisters for Su Er."

The sound of hot water pouring into the cup is crisp.

Bai Shu rested one hand on the small tea table, looked up at Fusu's obedient look with downcast eyes: "Now is not the time, Fusu."

"Then when will it be time?" The water stopped when the teacup was about to run out, Fusu glanced at the upside-down blue and white cup on the carved wooden table, skipped it with his fingers and picked up the cup next to him He also poured water for himself, "It's been ten years, Father Zhong."

ten years...

He opened his lips to ask Fusu why he was so anxious, but when he realized that the young man sitting across from him, with gentle brows but hard to hide his sharp aura, was no longer the babbling child he saw at first sight, It stopped abruptly: "What time is it?"

Bai Shu naturally changed his words.

"Ah?" Fusu was stunned for a moment, and answered the question subconsciously, "It's almost Xu o'clock, about three o'clock in the unitary o'clock?" After estimating the time, he realized that he had already been here for more than an hour.

"Time flies so fast," Bai Shu smiled, and sighed speciously, "Since it's so late, and the girl from the Meng family is pregnant and can't go to bed, it's better to stay here tonight How is Shu Yiye?"

Fu Su was surprised, but his respect for Bai Shu finally prevailed: "Then Su Er, send a message back." He got up and put on his shoes, "Is there anything Zhongfu wants to eat tonight? In front of my son, Maybe you can look at it a few more times."

Bai Shu smiled and made a gesture to throw something at him, then looked at Fusu and begged for mercy, and ran out of the house in a hurry, just like he did when he was a child.

After turning around the door, Fusu's footsteps calmed down, and the messy robe on his body was quickly smoothed out, even if he turned around to attend a party, his neat appearance would not be different.

Yanbei Lord's mansion can be regarded as the most luxurious and artistic mansion other than the Qin Palace. Those winding roads and forests and rocks, even the elderly in the mansion will lose their way if they are a little careless.

But Fusu was obviously not among them. He walked through the loess path in the forest with ease, crossed the cobbled sheep farm path and entered the winding wooden bridge across the lake, and took a shortcut to the kitchen.

When the kitchen was busy, he suddenly saw an outsider, and the old cook who was in charge of the spoon turned around and asked, "But what's the master's order?"

"Today, make more meat for one person," Fusu nodded, without revealing his real identity, "Well, make another meat for one person, but don't smell too strong."

The master chef who was in charge of the spoon obviously knew the reason, and there were a few smiles on his wrinkled face: "It's rare to see the master entertaining guests at night—come on, what else do you want?"

"Ah, where is the drug boy who cooks the medicine? I need him for some things." Fusu glanced at the kitchen, "The manager let me ask, is there anything missing in the kitchen? Bring it."

"It's not missing, it's not missing anymore," the old master smiled and waved his hands, "There are supplements every day, so where is there any shortage?" After he finished speaking, he pointed Fusu in the direction of the medicine boy, "But Do you want to give medicine to the lord?"

Fusu responded with a smile, and walked in the direction pointed by the master.

On the other side, when Fusu's figure disappeared at the door, the relaxed smile on Bai Shu's face instantly faded: "Tomorrow, I will send the sign to the Black Ice Terrace, and ask their predecessor, the Jinwu, to meet you." Pause, as if thinking of it What unpleasant things, "If you can't invite him out, just ask him—"

The aura of the man who looked a little sick suddenly sharpened, like a beast about to fight the enemy: "Ten years, does he want to see His Majesty?"

A black figure silently appeared in the room, half of the body was not in the shadow cast by the interlacing of bookshelves and sunlight: "Yes." The figure's voice was submissive, and its figure was slightly bent, showing a submissive appearance .

Bai Shu closed his eyes and felt the temperature of the sun that was about to set on his face: "From tomorrow onwards, you will no longer be under the control of Yanbei, and those who still intend to continue to make a living will take you to the Black Ice Terrace." Bar."

The meaning behind these words obviously startled the other party, the figure was startled, fell to his knees with a plop, crawled to the side of Bai Shu's soft bed, and knelt beside him: "Master?!" Against the light, he looked up Looking at Bai Shu, "Master, Yanbei—"

"There can only be one master in this world." Bai Shu didn't even look at the other party, he closed his eyes and tried to feel the temperature of the sunset, "The things in the general's treasury are converted into silver, and it's all the hard work of everyone these years." The fee, plus the income from the chamber of commerce over the years is probably enough."

It's just a pity that it is not as high as the warm sun hanging in the sky during the day. The sun that has been burning all day seems to have dissipated its last heat. Taiwan will take over, and when things are settled, you can go to Fusu's side if you want. Just one thing, Fusu is my son."

The outstretched hand paused in the air, and quickly retracted the sleeve as if escaping: "If I am not here, he will be Yanbei's master, and even your master."

The young man choked, and looked up at his lord in disbelief.

However, his master still had his eyes closed, as if what they were talking about at this moment was not such a heavy matter as life and death, but an ordinary trivial matter: "Master, you certainly have a heart, but the second may not." ability......"

"You know," Bai Shu raised his eyes halfway, and even interrupted the other party's words lazily and casually, "there are thousands of things that people have passed on over the years, only one thing they are really sure of—now Shu doesn't love all living beings in this world anymore."

The young man in black choked for a moment, and his decisive voice even raised his voice: "Your Majesty, there is no reason to belittle yourself!"

"Self-deprecating?" His eyes fell on the young man without warmth, "No, Shu is telling the truth. It takes a lot of effort to deceive people, and now no one is worth lying to."

The young man choked up, perhaps because of the glare of the sun, and tears rolled in his upturned eyes.

Bai Shu shook his head, raised his hand to wipe away the wetness from his eyes: "It's not a bad thing, it won't hurt to cry like this."

"What if." The young man rubbed Bai Shu's cold palm attached, "My lord, is there nothing in this world that the lord is nostalgic for?"

Bai Shu really thought about it seriously, from when he was in Handan, he thought of being in Yanbei Pass, then from Zhao country to Qin country, from the past to the present: "No more."

"Then what about the world?" The young man asked anxiously, "Isn't the lord all these years for the world!"

However, Bai Shu's reaction was completely opposite to what the young man expected. He seemed to have heard something interesting, and burst out laughing, "This world?" His tone was full of contempt and alienation, "Shu I've thought about it for many years, and I've spent so much time thinking about this life, I've lost more than I've earned."

The young man noticed the strong resentment in the lord's tone. He didn't know if the lord himself was aware of it, but his instinct told him that he couldn't expose it.

"Shu originally thought that this world belonged to the people of the world." He withdrew his fingers that were stained with tears from the young man, "In the end, I found out that this world belongs to only one person for Shu. Whether it's killing or helping the world, be kind." Whether it's good or bad, I don't care what the world is like."

This sentence was a bit long, and with the sun setting and the air turning cold, Bai Shu, who had said so much in one breath, breathed in the cold air, his lungs were infected by the coldness, and he coughed uncontrollably.

The young man hurriedly got up, went to close the window, and then called someone to light up the floor heating in the room: "But these years..."

"I used to think that the people under the imperial city are really rich. They have enough food and clothing to live a good life. There are meritorious and powerful people everywhere. The house prices are far higher than other towns. Even a little carelessness will anger the high-ranking and powerful people. people—even so, there are still so many people who want to come here.”

"Then what about the northern border? What about the southern border? What about the western regions? What about the East China Sea? What do those poor places look like?" He sighed, but changed the topic, "Now that I want to come, what am I doing?"

"I can't even save him. How can I talk about saving the world? Even if I really saved the world, it's completely meaningless today."

The young man's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at the lord, and at this moment, he had a strange empathy: "But lord, you still have the eldest son!" He blurted out, and then realized the flaw, "You once promised Don’t you want the world to witness the Great Harmony for Yanbei?”

As a matter of course, Bai Shu, who was coughing violently before, was drawn away by the second sentence: "It's a good idea, but it has nothing to do with Shu."

Extremely indifferent.

Whether the world is destroyed or prosperous, what does it matter to him?

He thought he could change history, but in the end he still turned to the Qin Dynasty, and it was still Qin who ruled the world.He thought that with his protection, Yingzheng would not die at the hands of Zhao Gao, but Yingzheng of the winter patrol died even earlier than the history he remembered—he even began to suspect that when he destroyed Chu, there was really something wrong with Xiang's family. Is the family cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots?

Perhaps when the time comes, the Qin Dynasty will still perish in the hands of the Second Emperor, maybe.

If you can't see it, it's not considered a missed appointment, Your Majesty?

As if responding, the severe pain in his internal organs made him shrink forward suddenly, and the sense of suffocation that came for no reason invaded his senses along with the pain like a needle prick: "cough cough cough cough -"

"Master?!" The young man anxiously stepped forward to support Bai Shu's precarious figure, and gently patted the spine with his hand along the cloak with his other hand, "Are you okay?"

After a long while, the coughing sound subsided.

And Bai Shu lowered his head, looked at the thick and bright red liquid on the palm of his hand, slowly closed his five fingers, and clenched his palm tightly.

The young man still wanted to talk, but Fusu pushed the door open and entered at this moment.

With the same brisk smile on his face, he greeted the two of them: "Father Zhong, Brother Qin," he was not surprised by the young man who suddenly appeared in the room, "The kitchen knows that Su is coming back, so let Su take the Father Zhong also brought over the medicine—this time Su is watching, father Zhong must not secretly pour it out!"

He smiled, as if he didn't see the monster-like eyes of the young man half kneeling beside Bai Shu, and Bai Shu's left palm retracted under the blanket.