For teacher, for father

In 251 BC, King Qin Zhao, who had been the monarch for 56 years, died, and the 53-year-old prince An Guojun succeeded to the throne, namely King Qin Xiaowen.

King Qin Xiaowen's reign was very short. He mourned his father, King Qin Zhao for a whole year before officially inheriting the throne.But I don’t know whether it was due to the excitement of waiting until the day of succession after a long day of hard work, or because of the long-term enjoyment of peace and happiness. Once the court was overwhelmed by the complicated government affairs, he suddenly fell ill on the evening of the third day after King Xiaowen ascended the throne. sudden death.

Such a sudden change pushed Zhao Zheng's biological father and son Chu to the stage of history in a hurry, formally inherited the throne, and became King Qin Zhuangxiang.

However, in the Warring States period when information transmission was blocked and slow, by the time Ji Hao and others in the Zhao Kingdom received the news, it had already been more than a week since Zi Chu ascended the throne.Similarly, under the situation that the son Chengyu had passed away, the enthroned King Zhuangxiang officially established his only son-in-law as the next Qin Crown Prince after amnesty for the whole country, conferring meritorious lords, and granting land and food. —Zhao Zheng officially took the surname of the country and changed his name to Ying Zheng.

After Qin Zhuangxiang's Prince Chu came to the throne, the status of the Qin Dynasty's royal family was reshuffled.

The new emperor respected Mrs. Huayang as the Queen Mother, his biological mother was the Queen Mother Xia, and Zhao Ji was the Queen.He also greatly rewarded the meritorious officials of the former kings, and implemented a benevolent government to benefit the people.

This year, Qin Taizizheng turned 11 years old.

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After a sleepless night, when the early morning sunshine poured into the huge room coldly, the young man on the golden luanyu finally started to do it slowly.

Black messy hair, hard facial lines carved out by a knife, thin lips slightly pursed, deep and silent black eyes, only the faint blue color under the eye sockets shows his fatigue, Zhao Zheng at this time - should be called Prince Qin Yingzheng came to power, the young man was only wearing his underwear, and he turned over lightly and lay down on the bed, but unexpectedly, this small gesture alarmed dozens of palace people who were waiting outside.

"Your Highness, are you awake?" The subdued question, the sweet voice only made Ying Zheng in the room give a low "um", and then didn't bother to answer.

It's not that he hates these innocent palace people, it's just that the emotions of fear, admiration, admiration, and shrinking towards him in those eyes made the young Yingzheng a little numb.

Sitting quietly on the bed, the young man allowed several palace servants to hand him water for rinsing his mouth, and then carefully tidied up his messy long hair, tied it with a jade crown, and tidied up the messy corners of his clothes carefully. , wearing a coat with a black bottom and gilt hook edges, the waist also has the most gorgeous and meticulous embroidery, and the jet-black color system shows a trace of the rigorous style of Daqin.

The palace people operated carefully, and none of them dared to raise their heads to face the young and stern Prince Highness.So no one could see the subtle sneer on Ying Zheng's face.

This promised big Xianyang Palace, but there is one person who is sincere to him?

Gorgeous layout, exquisite decoration, ambiguous fragrance, fine silk embroidery... In the eyes of the young man, these precious objects are not as warm as the straw mats in the small shabby room outside the city of Zhao.

These people are afraid of their appearance, and they can't resist the laziness and gentle eyes of that young man, calling him Zheng'er's appearance in a coquettish tone...

gentlemen……

As if the softest corner of his heart had been lifted, the young man closed his eyes, the coldness around his lips subconsciously softened, and even the stiff facial lines melted little by little.He still couldn't show such a tough expression to the young man. Ying Zheng's impression of Ji Hao remained outside Handan three years ago.

Dressed in an old white dress, her whole body is magnanimous and elegant, her chestnut-colored peach blossom eyes are always bright, her thin lips are slightly curved, as if a leisurely smile will appear in the next second.

Mr. was always making him laugh with strange ways, strange words and strange actions.The husband likes to watch him practice calligraphy, stays in bed every day, and also likes to eat the morning porridge he makes. Every time he eats it, he looks happy and praises him...virtuous?

Ying Zheng laughed, feeling a little helpless at his young gentleman's weird words, but he couldn't do anything about Ji Hao.

Sir, sir, do you know that Zheng'er likes the look of you playing puffery, I like it very much... It's a feeling that warms my chest.

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"Zheng'er, did you think of something interesting?" Standing at the door to silence the palace people, Lu Buwei had stood there for a long time without knowing it, until the boy's expression changed subtly, and the man finally couldn't help but open his mouth and walked forward In the huge and splendid prince's bedroom.

Let him guess...

Even Zhao Ji couldn't make this little ice cube show such an expression, right?Thinking about it this way...the only one who accompanied the young man through the darkest days in Zhao country.

Soft, quiet, wise, introverted...these are the most lacking emotions around Ying Zheng.

But these are just childish plots of the little guy after all.Lu Buwei raised his eyebrows, and looked at Ying Zheng's expressionless expression towards him with dissatisfaction.Isn't such a big gap too obvious?

As a prince, he can't hide his emotions like this... The man turned his head away. In fact, compared to Ji Hao, who is easy-going and knowledgeable, he doesn't like this cold and awkward little lion either. If it wasn't for his future political ambitions, who would? Willing to hang out with such a little devil every day?

It was rare for Lu Buwei and Ying Zheng to carry it on. Both of them showed a little childish and ridiculous side, staring at each other, but they didn't speak first.

"...Your Highness, if, if there is nothing else, the servants will leave first." As if feeling the cold air between the two, the palace people rushed to salute after finishing everything, and they all buried their heads and dared not look at it. His little highness and the prime minister had black expressions on their faces.

"Go." The young man promised unhurriedly, his black eyes still staring at Lu Buwei coldly, until there was only one man and a young man staring at him in the huge bedroom, Lu Buwei let out a sigh of relief , reluctantly broke the silence between the two: "You have also heard that the king's attitude towards the other six countries is to seek peace in the world. What does Zheng'er think about this?"

In any case, he is the prime minister of the state of Qin—so angry at a teacher and a child, what does it look like to spread the word? !

Right now, he and Ying Zheng are on the same boat, and must put the overall situation first.

To comfort his pride and arrogance in this way, Lu Buwei walked to the low table in the bedroom, sat down and poured himself a glass of sake, sipping slowly alone, not looking at the expressionless young Yingzheng: "War, or peace?"

"Didn't uncle already have a plan in mind?" Ying Zheng stood up, arranging a heavy palace uniform, exquisitely embroidered, perfectly matching the pitch black with the gilt, adding a lofty demeanor to the young man.

After the canonization is over, as the next king of Qin and the prince of the Qin Palace, he naturally has some understanding of the current court situation. Similarly, Ying Zheng also knows what kind of problem Lu Buwei is facing now: According to the rules established since the founding of the country, people without meritorious service must not be granted titles—uncle must have already made a decision in order to secure the position of prime minister."

"That's right. I'll leave tomorrow and go to the front line. I'm afraid I won't see Zheng'er for a while." Lu Buwei smiled, but his eagle eyes were always cold and deep, and the wine left a spicy and mellow taste on his lips and teeth The touch is as arrogant and hot as a man's ambition.

"Zhao?..."

"No, attack Zhou." Playing with the exquisite wine cup in his hand, the man was very satisfied with the luxurious arrangement in the Qin Palace: "At present, the king is cowardly seeking peace, and I am the only one who annihilates the Zhou Dynasty, which exists in name only, so that the king can realize The achievements and wealth brought about by the war... In this way, you can secure the position of the prime minister and change the king's current thinking, Qin will destroy the six kingdoms."

The arc of Lu Buwei's lips widened even more, and endless ambition and ambition were revealed in his scorching eyes: "Right now, Zhou——I am bound to win."

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"So, Zheng'er respects Uncle with a glass, and may Uncle come back in triumph as soon as possible." The young man lifted up the wine cup that Lu Buwei handed him, with an insincere smile on his lips, and the man gave him a disdainful look.Ying Zheng did not hide his lack of interest at all, he still drank the liquid in the wine cup without sincerity, and said his decision slowly: "Tomorrow Zheng'er will also leave, go to Zhao State, and return to Qin after picking up his mother."

"Oh... what a 'go back to Qin after picking up your mother'!" Lu Buwei laughed loudly, leaning the weight of his face on his left hand, couldn't help laughing, and ruthlessly pointed out Ying Zheng's little thought: "I'm afraid , This is the ulterior motive of drinking——Is there someone else who Zhenger really wants to take back?"

In the huge and luxurious bedroom, surrounded by sandalwood and silk curtains, only Lu Buwei and Ying Zheng were left sitting at the low table, one with a smirk and one expressionless.The unexpected harmony of one big and one small.

The young man nodded, easily ignored the man's ridicule, and poured wine for himself, his heart was already filled with that touch of elegant white clothes, and even his tone was subconsciously tinged with softness: "Yes , I want to pick up Mr. back."

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The Zhao State is different from the current strong Qin Dynasty. The treacherous ministers are in power, and the villains deceive the master. The perennial wars not only consume the small amount of money in the treasury, but also increase the hard labor and suffer the people of the entire Handan City.

Ruins, ruins, deserted markets... Over the past month, more and more impoverished residents have been living there, but the price of rice flour has been hoarded by unscrupulous merchants, and even the government has stopped helping the people.

War, war consumes manpower and material resources, and consumes the last bit of vitality of this country.

So much so that such a dying country began to be unable to cope with its own internal politics, and even the weak Yan State had a chance to take advantage of it.

Ji Hao was not very surprised by the news of Yandan's return to China. The young man was still lazily nestling in the courtyard in the corner of Qi Mansion, lying in bed every day, pretending to be 13, teasing little Qi Yi, asking about the current situation of his stupid student, Day by day, the great cause of fattening is being carried out.

This day was the same as usual, being forced by Qi Yi and Zhao Zheng to live a normal life all year round, Ji Hao would stay in bed every morning when he clearly woke up, waiting for the waiter in Qi's mansion to knock on the door fiercely before he would be relentless Willing to get up.

It's just...it seems a little different today.

The sun had already flooded the room, but no one came to knock on his door. The young man turned over, dazedly calculating the current era and major events, but to no avail, so he fell asleep at a super fast speed. dead past.

In the haze, Ji Hao seemed to hear many people shouting in unison, and even exaggeratedly heard the sound of horns - but still, no one came to knock on his door.

He was originally a lazy person, so if no one disturbed him, the young man would safely tuck himself into the thin blanket and continue to fall asleep in a daze.

Until, the door was quietly opened, there was no sound, and a pair of hands carefully pressed Ji Hao's slender shoulders. The voice in his ears was tinged with delicate tenderness, so familiar that the young man thought he was in a dream. middle:……

"Sir, it's dawn...it's time to get up."