[Qin] Qin Shi

"That's why you let the rumors out, don't you?"

Ying Zheng's pupils suddenly constricted, and he raised his head subconsciously to see something from the person who said this, but sitting in the position of King Qin, how could the king who had endured for most of his life be so easily dismissed? It was seen through by a child with a yellow mouth.

The smile on the old King Qin's face was still gentle and kind. If it weren't for these few heartbreaking words, the expression on King Qin's face at this moment would be the same as that of all old people who love their juniors.

"Great-grandfather?" Ying Zheng's mouth opened and closed, and he didn't know how to react at this moment.

Should he angrily refute his framing of himself, and justify his brotherhood with Cheng Yu to his great-grandfather?

But since the king of Qin said this fact, it means that his actions are not as concealed as he thought. Wouldn't covering up make his great-grandfather's impression of him worse?

Even if the nobles of Chu State occupy half of the sky in Qin State, he is still the king of Qin State after all.

Hearing his great-grandson's trembling voice, King Qin laughed softly.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and grabbed Ying Zheng's clenched fist because of panic: "What are you shaking?" There was a smile in his words, "Since you have done it, straighten your back and tell your great-grandfather loudly that this is You did it."

The big old hand wrapped the child's clenched fist, and the hand that was trembling due to old age slowly, one by one, broke Ying Zheng's clenched hand with irresistible force: "Zheng'er , there is nothing in this world that cannot be admitted, cannot be lied to, and cannot be done, except for matters of family and country."

The old King Qin's tone didn't sound like he was angry, which slowed down Ying Zheng's beating heart.He looked at the longest reigning monarch, and carefully took the first step of temptation: "Your Majesty...how did you know?"

"Great-grandfather can't see anymore, but his heart is more transparent than ever before." Ying Ji completely flattened his grandson's hand, placed it on his own, and stroked it gently. If you don't even have your own ears and eyes, Zheng'er, this country is not far from subjugation."

The wrinkled hand rests under the delicate palm of the child, vicissitudes and ignorance.Yingzheng is smart, but all he has come into contact with in the past is just small fights in the children's school, and even the most exaggerated is just a few children fighting together. Although he is smart, he has not reached the level of wisdom and near monster the point.

As for the world of adults, he has only seen it once.

"Eyes and ears?" Ying Zheng repeated in confusion, "But everyone only has one pair of eyes and ears?"

"Well," the old King Qin's voice was quite casual, I saw that he took out a piece of sugar cake out of nowhere and stuffed it into Ying Zheng's hand, but what he said was completely irrelevant, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, if you are caught Seeing that I keep these good things privately, those old-fashioned people are afraid that they will give me another word of advice."

Some expectations, some dissatisfaction, but also gratification and joy.

Ying Zheng didn't understand where his great-grandfather's emotions came from, but he held the pastry in his hand and looked at it for a long time, and he couldn't eat it for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

However, compared to his entanglement, the old King Qin is much more frank and casual: "One person has only one pair of eyes and one pair of ears, but two people have two pairs, ten people have ten pairs, and the widowed Great Qin——There are millions of pairs willing Driven by the widow." It was obviously a voice lacking in energy, but Ying Zheng could hear the courage to gallop thousands of troops.

However, at random, the old man changed the subject: "But that kid surnamed Wang, does he know that you did these things behind his back?"

With the matter of Cheng Yu first, and after hearing that the matter of Wang Jian was also known, Ying Zheng found that he was not so shocked: "He didn't know," the panic of being found out for doing one bad thing, and doing two bad things In a trance, when it came to the third and fourth things, the rest was calm, "There is no need to tell him about this kind of thing."

For a moment he wanted to confess everything to his great-grandfather, his ambitions, his desires, what he had always done—and then he wanted someone to tell him that he was doing well.

I don’t know where these words caught the old King Qin’s laughter. He laughed loudly when he heard Ying Zheng’s answer: “Hahahaha, there is no need to tell him!” While laughing, he slowly raised his hand , pressed Ying Zheng's untied hair, "Next time, be firmer."

"Great-grandfather?" Looking at the benevolent but imposing old man in front of him, Yingzheng felt something in a daze, "Why did great-grandfather call his grandson here tonight?"

"Aren't you called Wang Shang at this time?" Old Qin Jun joked, before Ying Zheng recalled when he called him that before, he was like a child who had discovered something new, "But this habit is quite good , although a gentleman can do something and not do something, but we old Qin people have no shame."

Bai Ri had just learned Confucianism in the school, and the other party used the example of Ying Zheng who respected his biological mother, the Empress Dowager Xuan, for many years. He only felt that his great-grandfather was completely different from what he once thought!

The old king of Qin who didn't know Ying Zheng's inner drama at the moment discovered the new continent: "Why don't you eat it? Is it because you don't like this kind?" He found another pastry again like a magic trick, "Great-grandfather has other cakes hidden here. Good stuff, do you want to try it?"

For no reason, Yingzheng thought of what the old king of Qin said before, and what he asked for was all answered; "Is what great-grandfather said before true?" His words started abruptly, but even though there were so many related topics ahead, the old king of Qin still insisted. It captured what Ying Zheng was really asking.

"Can great-grandfather lie to Zheng'er?" He grabbed Ying Zheng's hand, "You have no jokes, let alone lies when facing your parents and children."

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, and unexpectedly found that his beating heart was as calm as ever at this time: "Grandson, I want Mengwu to teach my grandson how to practice martial arts."

"Don't want to be monstrously rich?" The tone was hesitant.

"No!" Firmly.

"Don't want to give power to the government and the public?" His expression was regretful.

"Don't!" Unwavering

"Don't want beautiful women?" The voice was regretful.

"Great-grandfather, Zheng'er is only ten years old this year." Looking at his great-grandfather who was stubbornly trying to get something for himself, Ying Zheng was really helpless, "Isn't it good for great-grandfather to think of something that Zheng'er can use?"

"Hahaha, who said that a child with a yellow mouth can't be in the court to earn glory and wealth? Zheng'er should be more optimistic. He really doesn't intend to use the promise of his great-grandfather to exchange for something more substantial? For example, his great-grandfather will grant you a marquis position." How?" Old King Qin looked a little ready to move.

Looking at the great-grandfather who seemed to be really thinking about this possibility, Ying Zheng, who was afraid that he would really run out to announce the edict in the next second, was so frightened that he quickly proved his determination: "The grandson once heard a story," looking like an old urchin Ordinary Qin Jun, "The name is 'Children holding a thousand gold and swaggering through the market.', great-grandfather, would you like to hear it?"

"Don't listen, don't listen!" The old king of Qin hurriedly let go of his hand in fright, "Zheng'er, you are too boring." In the past, it was enough for him to listen to those old-fashioned old-fashioned nagging in his ears, but now he suddenly started to give up no matter how much he laughed. He preached, "Great-grandfather just thinks that such a good opportunity, Zheng'er, your wish is a bit wasted."

"What about great-grandfather?" Ying Zheng asked rhetorically, "If the elders of great-grandfather asked so, what would great-grandfather want?"

"Me?" Old Qin Jun showed an expression that made Yingzheng feel uncomfortable and sad again, "I probably asked for the wiseness of the first half of his life, and the confusion of the second half." Such a vague statement made Yingzheng confused. He was about to ask, but King Qin interrupted him as if he had expected it.

"It's said that Zizi is different, Zheng'er, do you know what Xi'er asked Gu for?" He asked this way, but he didn't see Ying Zheng's shocked and dazed expression, and then asked himself, "Xu'er said, He wants to stop going to the school tomorrow and go to the martial arts corner instead."

After speaking, he laughed to himself.

Listening to what Old King Qin said, and seeing the smile on his face, Ying Zheng suddenly felt that he was not that special to his great-grandfather.

He also didn't know anything about his great-grandfather.

Promises to him can be easily given to others, and what you say to him will be told to others where he doesn't know. It's no joke, but what is this in front of you?

"Do you feel disappointed?" Old Qin Jun was like a roundworm in Ying Zheng's heart, "I feel that great-grandfather was joking with you. He clearly said that he wanted to make up for you, but he also promised to Xun'er."

"Grandson dare not."

"You really look like me," King Qin snorted, unsure of his appreciation, "Tomorrow, remember to change into your clothes and go to martial arts classes. Since your Mr. Wu is not enough at night, you can also attend more during the day." One. If you are still like this in the future, there is no harm in learning more."

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"Great-grandfather, please speak up." Ying Zheng raised his head and looked directly at his great-grandfather without knowing where the courage came from, "Grandson doesn't understand why great-grandfather talked so much to grandson today."

"Okay!" Following Ying Zheng's questioning, the old King Qin, who was half lying on the bed, suddenly let out a sonorous and forceful roar, "What I want is your attitude and tone!" At this moment, King Qin completely It didn't look like an old man with half a foot in the coffin, but like a general leading troops to fight, with a rosy face and a loud voice.

Ying Zheng only felt that someone was looking at him behind him, and suddenly turned around to realize that Meng Wu was standing not far from them.

The old king of Qin didn't seem to know, or maybe this was his intention: "Zheng'er, I remembered what you said today." He propped himself up, and suddenly clenched the hand that was under the back of Ying Zheng's hand, " Zheng'er, you must remember your choice today. Those gold, silver and jewels, feats of princes, beauties are all unimportant and can be discarded."

"Then what is important?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Written in the bones and blood of our old Qin people, the will passed down from generation to generation is the most important." The other hand of the old Qin king grabbed Ying Zheng's shoulder so hard that Ying Zheng began to suspect that there was really a person in front of him. An old man who is dying, "Only this world is the most important."

This world!

Ying Zheng looked at his great-grandfather, the blood flowing on his body was like a soldier responding to the general's call, and it boiled with just one sentence.The things engraved in the bones of the Qin people, the ambitions that have been slumbering since returning to Xianyang, awakened little by little with the words of the old Qin king.

"Remember your choice, you chose him, so you have to let him only choose you." After saying this, the strength in his body seemed to be drained all of a sudden.The rosiness on his face quickly faded, and an attendant who came out from nowhere supported the old King Qin and helped him lie down again.

"Remember your words today, remember your words today."

In the repetition of old King Qin muttering to himself, Ying Zheng, who was about to be taken out of the hall by Meng Wu, suddenly turned around: "Great-grandfather, if I didn't admit it at the beginning?"

"What does it matter?" The old man who had been lying flat on the bed let out a sigh of relief, and said slowly, "Who dares to refute what the widow said. It's just a mistake, and it's just another hundred years."

Ying Zheng looked at the elder on the bed who had led Qin Guo to where he is today, but in his mind he was touching the top of his head, full of anticipation - you are very much like me.

So this world can only be mine.

In the 56th year of King Qin Zhaoxiang, King Qin Yingji died at the age of 75.

The author has something to say: Many old people are more childlike (and childish) than children, so the old King Qin who is testing Brother Zheng in this chapter is not OOC!If you don’t like it, there’s nothing you can do, anyway, he will become a gray memory in the next chapter.

Speaking of my grandpa, he can care about my living habits for an hour by my side, just to find out what delicious food I bought recently and hide where I have left... No, I said grandpa, what I ate Foods such as beef jerky, spicy fries and potato chips, whether you can eat them at your age, don't you have any idea! ! ! (Tucao showing off crazy)

Influenced by the old king of Qin, Zheng Ge, who ruled the six countries since then, has entered the "I don't want you to have the final say, I want you to listen to me" "Listen to me, I alone have the final say" "Don't listen to me I'll kill you' of the first emperor's era (dog head saves his life)

Baidu Encyclopedia can't really believe it all. For a moment, I really thought that historians announced that the daughters of Emperor Shihuang would have names and surnames (no!) (Or should I write my own name?)( ready to move) (No, you don't want to!)

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