For teacher, for father

sir, sir...

Lu Buwei is ruthless and cunning, Zheng'er doesn't want to become such a person, doesn't want to—

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"—Zheng'er!" The young man who was taking a nap suddenly opened his eyes, as if something was being held in his chest, and the pain made him a little out of breath.Ji Hao took a big breath of the hot air, his fingertips were trembling, and beads of sweat had already oozed from the corner of his forehead.

Ji Hao frowned fiercely, pressed his slender hands weakly on his forehead, and recalled the terrible dream and picture just now with some headaches.

In the endless nightmare, he saw his own silly boy, covered in blood, with hatred in his black eyes, and clenched teeth.It was like a ferocious trapped beast that couldn't get freedom, howling hysterically in the dark.

And behind the young man stood the tall figure of a man, expressionless, looking at the struggling Zhao Zheng with cold eyes, neither reaching out to help, nor making any response... It was Lu Buwei...

"Sir?..." Putting down the lottery dipped in ink in his hand, Qi Yi finally couldn't help but speak with some worry, and gently interrupted Ji Hao's meditation: "Mr. Ji, is this a nightmare?"

"..." The young man with black hair tilted his head slightly when he heard the sound, and did not answer. His somewhat confused appearance indicated that he obviously did not listen to his words.

Qi Yi sighed, resting his chin with one hand and looking at the man who was obviously wandering away, the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily.I have been with this most respected gentleman of Ah Zheng for almost three years. Ji Hao is a person, which makes Qi Yi a little surprised - he is not a serious and rigid teacher, but often, Ji Hao behaves like a child, Willful, curious, playful, leisurely, open-minded.

There are not so many troublesome rules, he is full of knowledge and foresight, and will give him unexpected tips from time to time. During these days when Ji Hao lived in the Qi Mansion, and because of his friend Zhao Zheng, even Qi Yi has a lot of respect for this man. Mr. Gentle has a lot of good feelings.

……

The warm candle light sprinkled pitifully on the young man's somewhat uneasy face, like a warm tulle, outlining the thin gold borders for Ji Hao, and even the white clothes that had been worn all year round seemed softer.

The ink hair is slightly scattered, the young man's face is a little pale because of the nightmare just now, and his good looks have become more restrained and quiet after three years of baptism.Qi Yi tilted his head, and just quietly looked at Ji Hao in a daze. He couldn't seem to find a clear adjective to describe the Mr. in white in front of him.

If it is said to be beautiful, it is not as bright and glamorous as Prince Yan, but Ji Hao has such a reassuring aura, simple clothes, casual and gentle personality, like the breeze and flowing water... very attractive to people to stay in quietly his side.

If it is said to be wise and clever... Qi Yi frowned, holding back his smile, as if he had thought of some funny picture.Yes, this famous gentleman sometimes doesn't even know how to use the usual household utensils, and sometimes pretends to be silly and coquettish, but sometimes he will show a fox-like cunning side, which makes Qi Yi very embarrassed, and he can't do anything. a clear definition.

……

"Boy, why are you in a daze?"

Qi Yi came back to his senses, staring blankly at Ji Hao's double-magnified face, his soft maroon eyes were looking at him unblinkingly, the young man chuckled, and gently tapped Qi Yi The top of the hair said proudly: "You still say you don't know how to desert in class? I caught it."

Just kidding, he has even caught the deserters of the future Emperor Shihuang, let alone the silly boy Qi Yi.

"What are you thinking about? Could it be that Mr. Wang is crazy about it?" Ji Hao smiled on his lips, and spoke lazily with his chin resting on his lips. His fair face was softened by the reflection of the candlelight, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes revealed a crystal light.

"...That's not it." Qi Yi lowered his head in embarrassment, his cheeks were hot, thinking that he, as the son of the imperial court's official son, had dared to tease him so boldly and obviously in the past 16 years, except for Ji Hao. personal.

Qi Yi sorted out his emotions, evasively met the maroon eyes of the young man staring at him, and said slowly: "Sir, was it a nightmare just now? I was sweating..."

"..." Ji Hao's face changed slightly, his mind was full of Zhao Zheng's black pupils stained with hatred, bloodstained all over, struggling in the darkness, as if a big hole had been cut in his heart, and he was alive. bleeding.Zheng'er, the idiot of his family... I don't know what has happened in the past three years?Lu Buwei is cautious, has a deep city, and is shrewd and cunning. It is definitely not something the current Zhao government can resist.

The young man with black hair sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Yes, I dreamed about Zheng'er just now, and sir is very worried about him."

"Mr. Lu is with Ah Zheng, so you can rest assured."

Qi Yi softly comforted him, and suddenly thought of something again, the young man stood up and closed the windows and the door of the house tightly, and after checking it carefully, he whispered to Ji Hao who was a little confused: "Sir, Yesterday I eavesdropped on the conversation of my father's doormen... Now it can be confirmed that the son of Qin Guo Chengyu died a week ago."

"Cheng Yu?"

"Yes, he is Ah Zheng's younger brother in name. As for the cause of death... it seems to be poisoned."

The young man lowered his voice, and there was only bright candlelight dancing between the two of them. Qi Yi, who is nearly 16 years old this year, is no longer the impulsive and reckless little guy he was three years ago. Regarding the death of Cheng Yu, Qi Yi's and Ji Hao's conjectures were the same - this matter definitely had something to do with Lu Buwei.

Growing up in Zhao Guo's officialdom, although Qi Yi was a bit reckless and naive, he also understood some of the most basic unspoken rules.

For Qi Yi, if this matter was really done by Lu Buwei alone, then the impact on Zhao Zheng would definitely only be positive and not negative.With the loss of a sibling, Zhao Zheng's chances of becoming king will increase by one point. As long as the current crown prince Anyang Jun ascends the throne, the next King Qin will definitely be Zhao Zheng's father, Zi Chu!

So, after Ji Hao showed a disapproving expression, Qi Yi frowned and tilted his head in doubt: "This is a good thing, isn't it? Mr. Ji."

"For the overall situation, it is indeed good news. But...here." The young man closed his eyes, feeling sorry for his royal student from the bottom of his heart, and pressed his slender fingers on his heart: "Here, it will be very painful. The current Zheng'er cannot accept Lu Buwei's cruel and ruthless approach."

"..."

The young man was speechless, just lowered his head, imitating Ji Hao and pressing his hand on the left side of his chest. The hot feeling belonged to the rhythm of the most primitive life constantly beating...

Heart...will it hurt?

Tripterygium wilfordii grows in shady and humid hillsides, valleys, and shrubs by streams. It likes shady hillsides. It grows best in acidic, fertile, deep sandy soil or yellow loam.Bitter, pungent, cool in nature, and highly toxic, it can be used appropriately as medicine, but it needs to be used with extreme caution. ——Great poison.

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The man was sitting by the bedside of the comatose young man, quietly holding and playing with this small plant with green leaves and yellow flowers in his hand, Lu Buwei's expression could not be seen in the backlight, only the arc at the corner of his lips was slightly cold. meaning.

Tripterygium wilfordii is a very useful chronic poison, and a small amount can treat minor symptoms such as fever and anti-inflammatory.But if it is taken for a long time, the toxin will be accumulated little by little, and when it reaches a critical point, it will explode to death.

Nearly a month ago, Lu Buwei had paid a lot of money to buy the palace servants and waiters who took care of Cheng Yu's daily life and food, but he was an emperor's grandson who was not taken seriously at all. Such a background made Lu Buwei's plan particularly smooth.

In this age of self-preservation, no one is willing to take the initiative to be involved in a conspiracy, and no one will cross this troubled water for an unfavored prince.

Now in the huge city of Xianyang, everyone is in danger because of the deteriorating condition of the old king of Qin. Even such a serious matter, no one dares to report it, for fear of stimulating the long-term sick body of the king.

What's more, he has arranged all the processes of the matter seamlessly.Even if someone came to investigate, they would only find out about the palace man he had already set aside as a scapegoat.

In addition, the cause of Cheng Yu's death will not be known to the second person.

only……

Lu Buwei's expression moved slightly, and some inexplicable emotions flashed in his deep eagle eyes. He had to admit that in order to make things more perfect, he poisoned the wine and water of the three of them.But the only person who will die from a chronic poison like tripterygium vine is the young master Chengyu who has taken the poison for more than a month.After receiving the news of Chengyu's illness a few days ago, he knew that the time was almost up—fever, vomiting, and dizziness were all side effects of long-term use of Tripterygium wilfordii.

The corner of the man's lips curled up, and he casually tossed the bright yellow plant aside, his voice was low and mellow, with a touch of involuntary domineering: "Since Zheng'er is awake, why didn't he tell uncle?"

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"...Cheng Yu, how did he die?" The boy who got up from the bed had a hoarse voice, his face was pale, and his dark cat pupils were full of bloodshot and violent breath, which surprised Lu Buwei, and more surprised.

Such a beast-like character, can endure, and can reveal a sharp edge.If under his training, he will definitely become an emperor who will last forever!

"He was poisoned, so is Zheng'er... Oh, the assassin, I haven't found it yet." Lu Buwei smiled casually, turned around, and calmly faced Zhao Zheng's fierce stare.

Zheng'er, you are so weak, yet you show such an expression... The man frowned, and really couldn't find any other adjectives other than asking for death.Such a personality that does not want to be manipulated is not a good sign.

"You did it, didn't you..." His mind was completely occupied by the young figure of Cheng Li who fell down, Zhao Zheng only felt chest tightness, and his mouth was full of astringent rusty taste.

"I did it. Uncle can tell you one more thing." Lu Buwei admitted frankly, brushing aside Zhao Zheng's messy black hair, revealing a pair of complete animal pupils, which were dark, bright, full of resentment and hatred.The corner of the man's lips curled up in satisfaction, and his low voice was tinged with danger: "After Zichu ascends the throne and makes Zheng'er the crown prince, my uncle will use the same method... Let him give up that position for Zheng'er .”

"..."

Zhao Zheng's face was pale, and his eyes widened slightly in an instant. The tightly clenched palms had already scratched and torn the skin of his palms, and warm liquid gushed out. Under the stimulation of pain, the boy finally began to gasp heavily.

sir, sir...

Lu Buwei is ruthless and cunning, Zheng'er doesn't want to become such a person, doesn't want to—