[Qin] Qin Shi

"You want to go to Qin, then go." The swaying tree shadow hits the line of sight, bringing mottled light and shadow, "If you want to go, then go." The face that is no longer clear in memory It was blurry, except for those eyes, which were like pools of water in a hot summer day, which never faded and changed.

Why don't you come with me?Obviously you are not happy in Zhao, obviously you can see a completely different scenery from those mediocre people in your eyes, obviously you and I are the same kind of people, obviously you and I are also incompatible with each other - why Won't you go with me?

"I'm different from you," as if he heard his inner monologue, his eyes were indifferent and alienated that he had never seen before, "Until you realize what you promised, you have nothing, and you will give everything. No."

It was clearly the midsummer with the scorching sun, but he felt that he was in the middle of winter and his whole body was icy cold.For example, a prisoner awaiting trial knelt in a temple and waited for his sentence in torment.For example, a thief who steals is scolded and accused in full view, besides being ashamed, he also has the guilt of wanting to escape.

And the face that he should have forgotten gradually changed amidst the complicated emotions.

When he looked again, he saw a man in a black court dress in front of him.This man with a face somewhat similar to his was holding a child with an ignorant expression, with a cold expression: "You are not the child I was expecting to be born, and your return to the country is not my wish, even if you are bullied. To come to find my father—your business has nothing to do with me."

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In the dimly lit dormitory, a young man in a snow-white tunic screamed from his dream.He pressed one hand to his side and covered his beating heart with the other, sweat the size of beans was all over his temples and brows.

"My lord?" Hearing the voice in the tent, the servant cautiously probed in, "But the wound hurts? Can I ask the servant to invite a doctor to show you?"

The unfamiliar Qin opera rang in his ears, and the sense of distance and anxiety replaced Ying Zheng's thoughts that were still immersed in fear. After that, the dull five senses returned one after another. Only then did he realize that the coldness in his dream came from His shirt was already wet with sweat: "You go out first."

He didn't want people to see his embarrassment, and he didn't want anyone to have the opportunity to laugh at him.Those little people who have been reduced to the dust, these inconspicuous and ubiquitous little people...

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, buried his tumbling and unwilling emotions in his mind, and slowly let go of his clenched fist.

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly realized that his body's previous consciousness had already breathed out rhythmically according to the relaxation method he accidentally learned from that child when he was still the proton of Zhao Guo in the past.

He still remembers that one day, he told Bai Shu that he only saw his father when he was a child with no memory.But at that time, Bai Shu laughed and told him the so-called dream by day and dream by night, maybe he recited it a few times during the day, and at night he would be able to dream back to the scene when he saw his father back then.

Is it because of what happened during the day that he dreamed of the person he had most contact with when Zhao Guo was still hostage?But why is it the father and Chengyu at the back?

After hearing the sound of the door being locked and making sure that there was no one left in the room, Ying Zheng sat up on his knees, stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain blocking the side of the bed.

It was the beginning of spring, and the winter cold had not completely faded away. The stove fire in the room had been extinguished for a while, and the wind outside the window swept the window paper and made a rustling sound.The oncoming cool wind blew through his drenched shirt, and Ying Zheng gave a chill—but even so, he didn't call anyone to come in to serve him.

In this place where everyone speaks the dialect of Qin, and even the people from the six countries who defected to Qin can speak Qin opera fluently.He was the only one from Qin who sang Handan ditties, like a walking pillar of shame, showing the shame of Qin being weak and having to send hostages to other countries.

His feet without shoes and socks fell on the floor, and the cold touch completely woke up his drowsy brain.Ying Zheng closed his eyes, felt the warm and cool air he inhaled, and said in a low voice as if talking to himself: "You are so upright, how do you bypass those guards and come in every time?"

As soon as his words fell, a man in a strong suit jumped down from the beam: "I'm getting more and more curious about that little friend you mentioned now. Husband has it."

"If you're curious, you'll know if you resign and go to the country of Zhao." Perhaps because of the nightmare, Ying Zheng's tone was not very good, and as soon as the words came out, the surrounding scenes seemed to be reversed in time, and he also came from the dark place. The dormitory turned into a wilderness outside Handan City, and in front of him was the friend sitting on the big tree: "Ah Zheng, no one likes a child who loses his temper. '

No one likes a child who throws a tantrum.

When these words lingered in his ears, he felt uneasy like a traveler meeting a vulture in the desert: "Sorry, that's not what I meant." He paused, wanting to make up for the mistakes he made before, "I I just suddenly remembered that I invited him to come to Qin with me, but he, who yearned so much for this place, rejected my invitation."

"Maybe it's his problem." Maybe it's because Ying Zheng's apology was too fast, and the anger was extinguished before it arose.Or maybe it was because he really didn't take it seriously, Wang Jian didn't seem to be dissatisfied with Ying Zheng's sudden temper before, but instead he discussed with Ying Zheng the thing that made him curious for a long time, which only existed in Ying Zheng. presence in political discourse.

"For such a big kid, there must be people around him to protect him, otherwise it would be impossible to live alone in the forest." Speaking of this, Wang Jian fully developed his imagination, and discussed the existence with Ying Zheng. possibility.

"Maybe it's because the people around him don't let him leave Handan, so he can only refuse your invitation. After all, I think you are very convincing!" He shook his head triumphantly, "Look, isn't it just Have you convinced even me, the hero? With the invitation from your father and Lu Buwei in his hand, he is still secretly rubbing it for you."

Ying Zheng had also thought about this, but no matter how he recalled, he couldn't find traces of other people's existence from their contacts.Bai Shu's actions and words have a strong sense of autonomy, and his attitude in speaking and doing things in the past is indeed like the kind with many followers behind him, who can be the master at any time, and will never let others make decisions for him Brother Gongzi——It's just like his sense of sight when he first saw Cheng Xun.

Bai Shu may indeed be more than just a vagrant, but his refusal to come to Qin is definitely his own decision.

With such a casual sentence, Wang Jian's attention quickly turned back to Ying Zheng: "If you want to tell me, your friendship is also interesting. You didn't tell people who you are, and they didn't tell you what his background is. Look. This is another kind of fairness to a certain extent, but young master, if you miss him here as a friend, maybe he will turn around and forget about you and continue to live your own life went."

Wang Jian, who didn't know what he said, didn't notice the gloomy expression that flashed across Ying Zheng's face.If Wang Jian had a system, probably the system at this moment would frantically warn the host, and the red name representing vendetta on the target mission Ying Zheng was frantically shining.

After listening to Wang Jian's analysis, Ying Zheng didn't answer.This is a question that he has never dared to think about, but occasionally in the dead of night, his heart will betray his will and ask him this question stubbornly.But fortunately, even if he thinks about it, he won't get an answer for the time being.

Wang Jian didn't need anyone to answer, he continued to put forward his hypothesis with great interest: "And he has a surname, which can be regarded as the top internal martial arts handed down from his ancestors. Judging from your posture and offensive with the sword, it should be It is some kind of weapon known for its length and strength—I guess it should be a broadsword or a halberd, which is leading troops to fight and charge ahead..."

When the words came to this point, Wang Jian suddenly remembered something, and saw his eyes widen suddenly, and there was a bit of panic in his voice: "When was that friend of yours born?"

"He looks two or three years younger than me. He should be between the 48th and 49th year of King Zhaoxiang." Ying Zheng didn't understand why Wang Jian's complexion suddenly changed. "He didn't tell me in detail. , so I am just purely guessing, is there something wrong?"

Wang Jian's complexion became even uglier, as if he had heard bad news, but after hearing the good news, he was told that the good news was accidentally passed on to the wrong person: "No, there's nothing wrong with it. He murmured, "Of course there is nothing wrong with that."

After finishing speaking, like a person who has successfully self-hypnotized, he returned to his usual idle appearance in an instant: "Look at you, but you have a nightmare?"

Ying Zheng watched Wang Jian turn around and take out a washed inner garment from a side cabinet, leaning down with a concerned look on his face, but what was strange in his mind was what he saw when he turned back from the forest that day, the hand holding The bronze sword was bathed in the moonlight, and it was obvious that it still had the strength to pursue, but it just stood there and looked at the sneering face of Zhao Bing who was running away: "Well," he lowered his eyes, avoiding Wang Jian's hand that wanted to test his body temperature, " Had a nightmare."

Ying Zheng took Wang Jian's abnormality towards Bai Shu into his heart, but he also knew that even if he asked, Wang Jian would not answer to his current self.Therefore, it is better not to ask, Wang Jian is the only person he can trust now.

Reaching out to take the clothes from Wang Jian, Ying Zheng turned around and went to change.However, as soon as he turned around, a pair of hands stretched out behind him, passed under his armpit, and hugged him: "Little devil, the weather is still cold, it's not a good habit to walk around barefoot after being frightened, huh? The temperature is a little high."

Through a layer of drenched clothes, Wang Jian could easily detect Ying Zheng's slightly elevated body temperature at the moment: "Why don't you ask for leave today? Seeing how embarrassed you were when you came out of the palace, today you will be able to resist, and bumping into each other will make them make a big fuss."

While talking, he hugged Ying Zheng and put him back on the bed: "Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll go out and find you some hot water to drink, otherwise you'll have to bear it if you catch a cold." Here As soon as he let go, he saw Ying Zheng staring at him unwaveringly. Wang Jian, who had been deeply aware of the other's petty fetishes during the days of getting along with him, raised his hand, took two steps back, and jumped over the window in a blink of an eye. out.

Ying Zheng watched Wang Jian leave without a sound, his tight lips relaxed a little, he raised his hand to untie the curtain that he had hung up before, and began to change his soaked clothes.

When Wang Jian returned to the room with the hot water, Ying Zheng had already put on his clothes. Except for his loose hair, he was ready to go out for dinner at any time: "Are you serious?" He is more like someone who just woke up in his night clothes.

"Today, I'm counting on you too." Ying Zheng got up and gave Wang Jian a student salute.

Wang Jian did not back down: "It's just Yin time (between three and five o'clock). In the past, it started at Mao time. You just fell into the water yesterday, and you got up early today. The rooster is still sleeping at this point. Now your Qin I have almost learned the words, those political laws and military arts..."

"Please." This time, what blurted out was not the elegant and reserved tone of Handan, but the bold and simple accent of Qin State. Changing from Zhao accent to Qin tune, Ying Zheng, who has learned the language of Qin State for more than a year Speaking of it, it is already a very simple matter.

Although he has been able to change fluently, in private, in front of his trusted people, Ying Zheng will still stubbornly speak back to Zhao Guo's voice.Even he himself couldn't tell what such attachment was for.

Seeing that Yingzheng had changed into Qin's accent, Wang Jian knew that there was no room for discussion: "Well, I just think it's too hard for you to do this." He put the water bag he received on the table, and I didn't know where to find a roll of bamboo slips, "But you are really full of energy. If I was on duty tomorrow, I wouldn't run over to find you in the middle of the night."

Complaining is nothing but complaints, but Wang Jian still dutifully became the teacher of Yingzheng's art of war, checking and checking for him word by word those grandsons of the King of Qin who should belong to the older age and have already entered the court. access to what has been learned.

When the candle beside the table was flickering to the bottom, the voice of a boy knocking on the door asking if the gentleman had got up sounded, and the sky was completely bright.Wang Jian, who had been busy for most of the night, leaned half on the wooden furniture beside the kneeling desk, stretched lazily, and then yawned a lot: "I won't come when I'm on duty tomorrow. You bring a new bamboo slip, if you need anything else, you can tell me now."

"If you are willing to come, Zheng is very grateful," Ying Zheng got up, "Leave later, don't let others find out, it will only add trouble to you." Here and Wang Jian finished exhorting, over there Then he raised his voice and replied to the boy outside the door, so he got up, changed his clothes and went out.

Wang Jian has become accustomed to going back and forth like being a thief every time.He wasn't afraid of trouble, but he was a little curious about what this thoughtful brat was planning to hide his existence all the time.This kind of curiosity and anticipation made him willing to face the ensuing troubles: "Huh? Do you have other things to do today?"

Looking up, he saw Ying Zheng changing his clothes, from a student uniform to a nobleman's fancy dress, Wang Jian raised his hand and stroked his chin, thoughtfully: "You are suddenly dressed so solemnly, could it be because you are going to enter the palace?" Gong sees your King Qin who is already seriously ill and can hardly be recognized?"

"No," there is nothing to hide about this matter, "it is Mrs. Huayang who wants to see me."

"For what happened yesterday?" Wang Jian was on duty in the palace yesterday, so he naturally heard the commotion in the school. Pulled into the water together."

Ying Zheng's figure with his back to Wang Jian paused, but soon he resumed his previous actions.

Seeing Ying Zheng's unnatural action, Wang Jian narrowed his eyes: "Then it seems that the person who spread this word has ulterior motives." He doesn't like to think about complicated things, but that doesn't mean he's stupid, "I think so, If you can't beat such a pampered young master with your skills, it's too shameful."

While gloating at his misfortune, it was hard to hide Wang Jian's worries about Ying Zheng.Compared with Zhao Ji, who was born as a dancer and used to be someone else's concubine, Mrs. Huayang of Chu, the most powerful state among the Seven Kingdoms, is standing behind Mi Xiong, who has the most words in the battle for the throne. Quan's backer - Ying Zheng's father, Zi Chu, was just like this.

But now, the backer herself is the queen of the current Crown Prince of Qin, and her clansmen married the son, Zi Chu, and gave birth to a son, Cheng Yu.If it wasn't for Yingzheng's return in a timely manner, then Cheng Yu would be a well-known eldest son--for the Qin family, most of whom are the eldest son Chengjue, this is the crown prince who will be the next king of Qin.

Fortunately, Ying Zheng came back in time enough to have his name rectified in front of the current king of Qin, his great-grandfather.Although his mother, Zhao Ji, was still a concubine, his own son was recorded in the genealogy as the eldest son, and there was something to look forward to in the days to come.

This move also made the aristocratic relatives of the Chu State in the Qin State itch their teeth: "Your grandfather has not yet succeeded to the throne, and the intrigue has already involved you young masters. If this happens in the future when your father Rong Rong Climb to the top, and you will be framed like that."

"What do you think?" Ying Zheng put on his coat and picked out the hair that was under the clothes.He didn't look back at Wang Jian, but just asked this question without thinking.

"Me?" Wang Jian rolled up the bamboo slips and put them back in his arms. "Others dare not say it, but you, even if you don't like the young master, you wouldn't use such a method that is easy to be seen through and hold grudges. Besides, Young master Cheng Yu's skill, well-behaved and rigid appearance, can be seen as being touted, and it is far inferior to yours."

Not to mention Ying Zheng's weird and frightening intuition, these days when he taught Ying Zheng privately, he seriously followed the request of the young master (Ying Zheng) and attacked him mercilessly~

It would be a shame if he still couldn't beat the group of idiots raised in the palace.

Although it was trust in a derogatory sense, the feeling of being trusted still made the corners of Ying Zheng's lips twitch.The dull mood because of the father who had no father-son relationship in the dream also relaxed a lot at this time: "I did fight, but it was Mrs. Huayang's nephew. As for falling into the water, the facts are the same as what they said Quite the opposite..."

"Huh? So you won the fight, the young master Cheng Xun hated you, so he pushed you into the water, and then fell because he didn't stand firm?" Theoretically speaking, there are so many pairs of eyes in the palace, even if someone wants to forge Distorting the facts, the voice should not be as unified as it is now, and only one possibility can be heard from beginning to end.

Unless—— Mrs. Huayang made a move.

Wang Jian squinted his eyes. The state of Qin is different from other states in the Warring States period. Their ancestors only raised horses for the emperor of Zhou at first. Not to be annihilated, Qin State has been in the state of the younger brother of an alliance with a powerful country since early in the morning.

And the best bond for an alliance is the in-laws.

If it is said that the other six countries have their own decadent and confusing laws, only Qin State from the beginning to the end, the biggest problem is their countless in-laws and relatives interfering in politics-of course, this country also has the disadvantages It stems from the strength accumulated little by little with the help of the six countries, and the talents from the six countries after Shang Yang's reform.

"Then you have suffered a lot today." Being able to be raised in the palace, and even dedicated people to distorting what happened yesterday, shows how much this Mrs. Huayang's nephew is loved, "The prince and your father are now It is the time when Mrs. Huayang and the nobles of the Chu State behind her are needed, and I think you can only bear with it, except for the present king of Qin to come forward."

Ying Yiren was originally the least favored of the group of princes and grandsons, otherwise he would not have been reduced to being sent to Zhao as a hostage.However, such an inconspicuous existence has become Mrs. Huayang's adoptive son under Lu Buwei's operation. With the help of the nobles of the Chu country beside Mrs. Huayang, he turned around and squeezed into the sight of Prince Qin Zhu.

As for Ying Zichu, his current glory and confidence come from Mrs. Huayang's clan, how could he live for a proton who clearly showed his humiliation in Zhao State, separated from him since birth, and was not close to him What about contradicting his biggest backer?

Ying Zheng was not as aggrieved and dissatisfied as Wang Jian imagined. He could feel the anger of being taken away by others when he interfered and broke other people's plans.As long as they think that their appearance is unexpected and make them feel stuck in their throats, these small things are nothing.

What's more, no matter how wronged, can he be wronged like Zhao Guoshi was bullied and saw no hope?No matter how wronged he is, can he be so unwilling to see his mother being bullied when he returns home after being bullied outside?

Since there is no, since there is still hope and possibility, then there is nothing unbearable.

"Grandfather respects Mrs. Huayang," Ying Zheng began to tie his hair backhanded. There was no resentment or dissatisfaction in his tone. "As a junior, you must respect your elders." No one likes disobedient children, and She should be your lifelong backer, these words Bai Shu is quite right.

He is still young, there are not many people who can be used by him around him, and it is difficult to win over others if he speaks lightly.But this does not mean that he will always be bullied, isolated, and passively beaten—as long as he can bring enough benefits, as long as he can show those relatives and clans that they can be used...

He has heard the story of King Gou Jian of Yue's sacrifice more than once.Since the King of Yue could endure the humiliation for his own country and the people at that time, and let the enemy put down their guard and calculations and think that he was a spineless villain who was greedy for life and afraid of death, then he could do better than his predecessors - it's just these shames , he will report back one by one one day.

Perhaps it was because Ying Zheng's tone was too calm, Wang Jian subconsciously turned his head to look at him, looking for flaws in his face or any emotion other than calm.But when he turned his head, he only saw the figure of the young man raising his hand to straighten his clothes and leave the door: "What a funny kid," he murmured, "I really want to know how you, with such anger and ambition, can carry Where did Qin go?"

He heard Ying Zhengru say casually outside the door, telling his servants that no outsiders are allowed to enter or leave his room today, and that there is a congratulatory gift he prepared for Mrs. Huayang's birthday in it—the lie really came casually—but he likes it.

The climate and environment of Qin State is different from that of Zhao State, whether it is water, soil or weather, it is very different from the Handan he has come into contact with.

In Yingzheng's impression, the morning in Handan is smoky, the streets are lazy and soothing, the pedestrians are leisurely, and even the weather is warm and tired.But Xianyang is quite the opposite. The shops along the street have opened, and the pedestrians on the road are resolute and hurried. The spring wind is bitter and the sun is dazzling.

Although Zi Chu is now the Empress Dowager Huayang's favorite, he is not the real Prince Qin after all, so naturally he is not qualified to live in the palace.However, it is only a matter of time when he will formally enter the palace. Now the reigning king is seriously ill, and state affairs have been transferred to the hands of Prince Qin Ying Zhu and Mrs. Hua Yang.However, under Madam Huayang's instruction, it was normal for her to let Zichu stay in the palace at night under the pretense of teaching her adopted son.

"Grandmaster Zheng is here," outside Mrs. Huayang's palace, saw the servants of Ying Zheng and his party coming up, "Madam has not gotten up yet, do you think you want to wait?" He said so, even The expression on his face was perfunctory and he didn't want to enter the door to report.

Because of martial arts, Ying Zheng's five senses are very keen.He could hear the boy's laughter faintly coming from the yard, and naturally there were applause from others. It didn't matter at this moment whether Mrs. Huayang got up or not: "Of course," Ying Zheng replied gently, "Great-grandfather." Seriously ill, grandmother and grandfather have always been filial, thinking about it, they will definitely not rest assured that others will take care of them. As a junior, Zheng Zi should be considerate of his wife's hard work, and don't bother her to rest."

After completing the filial gesture of caring for the elderly, he made a hesitant look: "Since the wife has not yet got up at this time, Zheng went to visit his great-grandfather first. Now that the great-grandfather is seriously ill, if a grandson is addicted to pleasure, he cannot be filial." In front of his great-grandfather, he is a son of man in vain. Zheng was fortunate enough to be taught by his great-grandfather. When Meng Wubo asked Confucius about filial piety, Confucius said, "Parents only worry about their illness." Zheng dare not compare himself to Confucius, but he also wants to learn from him heart of."

Probably because he didn't expect Ying Zheng to make a fortune, the servant who blocked the way froze.His order was only to stop Ying Zheng and ask him to wait outside for half an hour, but he didn't think that this young man was not easy to get along with, so he used filial piety to suppress others when he came up.It's just that the old fritters who have been in the palace for many years, the original perfunctory was instantly erased, and became respectful and polite.

"Your Majesty said so," he took a step to the side, and continued following Ying Zheng's words, "Madame worked hard for the king until late at night yesterday, and she was tired. It's just that Madam has an appointment with the prince today. I'm up. I'll go and have a look now, and if Madam is up, I'll lead the young master to see you."

So you see, I went in here just for you, quietly. Your grandmother took care of your great-grandfather yesterday, and she has an appointment with your grandfather. You can't leave them alone and go to see your great-grandfather, right?

Seeing the servant's change of face, Ying Zheng was not surprised. His words were not aimed at Mrs. Huayang at all. The irony of the old woman was just incidental, and more for the sake of the son.Now that he puts his words here, it is for the sake of Cheng Yu, and Mrs. Huayang will not continue to leave him here.

"That Zheng is waiting here." He didn't thank him, and even his tone was not as polite as he saw at first, the palace man in front of him didn't deserve his courtesy.This is a winking person, rather than saying that he is Mrs. Huayang's running dog, it might be better to say that he is just working for himself.

This kind of person is best dealt with.

And just as Ying Zheng expected, the servant came out quickly.It's just that compared to the hurried pace when he left, this time his pace slowed down a lot, and even his center of gravity stabilized.It must be because of what the people inside said to him when he reported it.

"It's a coincidence that the young master came here." The servant's face became wrinkled with a smile, "Madam just woke up not too long ago." He stood beside Ying Zheng, bent over to invite him, "Please, young master."

Mrs. Huayang's palace is always rich and magnificent. She and the current Prince Qin are old couples who started from the humble beginnings. Their highness the princess is also very courteous, which can be seen from the exquisite items of the six countries in the palace.

Ying Zheng had no doubt that even his great-grandfather's bedroom was not as valuable as a room in Mrs. Huayang's—this was a very interesting and thought-provoking thing.

When entering the room, Ying Zheng saw the boy kneeling beside Mrs. Huayang.The boy had two imaginations with him, but compared to Ying Zheng following his mother Zhao Ji's delicacy, the boy's facial features are more majestic: "My brother is here too," Ying Zheng said with a smile on his face, "Greetings to grandma."

It wasn't until Ying Zheng finished the ceremony that Mrs. Hua Yang called out: "You came early today, get up."

"Thank you grandma," first thanked Mrs. Huayang respectfully, and then Ying Zheng straightened up and replied, "My grandson heard that my grandmother took care of my great-grandfather until late at night yesterday, so I thought that today my grandmother is tired and won't wake up as early as usual. Grandson My son is really ashamed, it can't compare to my brother's filial piety to his grandmother."

Between the lines is the respect for Mrs. Huayang who took care of King Qin personally and the love and affection for Mrs. Huayang the most, and even at the end, she even praised a few words of Chengyu who came earlier than him.But Mrs. Huayang, who has been in the palace for so many years, read the irony behind Ying Zheng's respect.

But looking at the sincerity and obedience on the child's face, as well as his past style, he felt that the other party was really filial and praised.But thinking of the old-fashioned gentlemen in the school's evaluation of Ying Zheng, Mrs. Huayang was not so sure whether her thoughts were really correct.

Cheng Yu is not as thoughtful as Mrs. Huayang, after all, he is young and has not experienced many things, and he only heard the last compliment for Ying Zheng's words: "No," he said proudly, "I was still in the corner this morning. At that time, I won two strong men from the Qin Kingdom, and they will not be my opponents when they fight together in time."

Having said that, the young man glanced at Ying Zheng triumphantly: "You, I can't even look down on you."

"My younger brother, Shenwei, will definitely be a good player by my father's side in the future." Faced with such a show off, Ying Zheng greeted him with a smile.So what if he wins the horns, isn't he still the loser in group fights, if he really gets serious and becomes a ostentatious brat, he won't be his opponent out of ten.

Rather than showing off the treasures in his hands, Ying Zheng still prefers Bai Shu's words - make a fortune with a silent voice.

"Xiaoer," Mrs. Huayang stretched out her index finger and poked Chengxun's forehead, "how do you talk? You just won against two strong men. If your grandfather heard it, he would definitely laugh at you." Ying Zhengsheng called her coldly, and Mrs. Huayang was a very kind grandmother when facing Cheng Yu, "When your grandfather was young, he was a good opponent with one against ten."

As she said that, her eyes fell on Ying Zheng's body as if casually: "Speaking of this, did you fight with the eldest son yesterday and pushed him into the water?" Obviously it was the same thing, Hua Yang However, the lady said a third statement that was completely different from the rumors outside and the truth.

"If he hadn't provoked me first, why would I have provoked him?" Cheng Yu refused, "He provoked me first, and I was just fighting back. Who would have thought that he would go too far, and that's why I couldn't stop the Tang Dynasty?" Brother, it’s also Xier’s fault, which made my cousin unable to get out of bed today, so he asked for leave to recuperate at home.”

Cheng Yu may have little experience, but who in the palace can't speak.In a few words, he lightly skipped the truth of the facts, did not affirm Mrs. Huayang's facts but did not deny them, and focused all on the noble son of Chu State who was at home today on leave.

I even made a secret comparison, seeing that you, Ying Zheng, came to greet my grandmother well today, but my cousin was so injured that he couldn't get out of bed.Regardless of who was injured first, it is the severity of the injury that can tell who is the one who hit harder, the one who went too far.

Seeing Ying Zheng's low-browed manner, the room was so quiet for a moment that only the voice of Cheng Xun was muttering.Mrs. Huayang has always been a winking person who knows how to accept when she sees something good, otherwise she wouldn't have sat firmly in Qin for so many years: "Your cousin is also impeccable, and the son of the Wang family dares to beat him up."

He said that the young master of Chu State had no sense of propriety, but it was really just lip service.Ying Zheng still remembered the rewards he heard from the queen's palace yesterday after he left the palace - since he, one of the parties involved, did not receive it, it is self-evident who it was given to.

Moreover, young master of the Wang family, who are you mocking?

"Grandmother is too eccentric, so she just fined my cousin not to go out for a month." Cheng Yu seemed to have forgotten that he was still talking about his cousin who was seriously ill in bed and couldn't get out of bed, "With my cousin's temperament, Grandmother can't suffocate him."

"It's time for him to restrain his mind. He is a big child who should marry a wife and have children. After the new year, he will serve the king. If he keeps going like this, I can see who's girl is willing to marry him. Mrs. Huayang joked, "I'm getting old too, is there any girl I'm looking forward to?"

"What is grandma talking about? I'm still young!"

"Hahaha, it's good to be young. Relationships should naturally be cultivated from an early age." In this era when the average age of a person is generally [-], it is very normal to marry a wife at the age of thirteen or fourteen. My little girl, grandma will guard you for you, bring her with you and educate her for a few years, and when you grow up and marry you, grandma will have already taught her to stand upright!"

Cheng Yu twitched a bit, and this appearance made Mrs. Huayang laugh again.And the prince Zichu also came in at this time: "What are you laughing at, the son has not yet entered, I heard the mother's laughter." He handed the stove to the visitor, "Zheng'er and Xun'er are also there ah."

"Yes, my child understands my hard work yesterday, so I brought a strong man early this morning, saying that he wanted to show me his kung fu." At this time, Ying Zheng was dressed in a literary suit, but Cheng Yu was still She didn't change her sports clothes, so it's natural that Mrs. Huayang didn't say who she was talking about.

Zichu didn't know if he was aware of this, he respectfully walked to the other side of Mrs. Huayang, and said in a sympathetic way: "What mother said is that they have grown up without knowing it, as if they were just passed by the midwife yesterday. Take it out of the room and hand it to me." Having said that, he also had a bit of emotion on his face, "As a junior, you should also honor your grandmother well, if I find out, you dare rebellious..."

"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Huayang was very happy with Zi Chu's words, "it's a good boy who can make me hurt. I know you are filial, but you teach my baby in front of my face.