[Sword Three] Ancestral Dragon, Longjing Tea?

"Absurd!" Chunyu Yue shook his head, heartbroken, "A man can also become a queen, absurd, the Great Qin imperial family has no heirs now, this, this is simply..."

"It's simply nonsense. Could it be that Yingzheng came up with such an absurd scheme in order not to make him a marquis?" Yang Chun scolded.

"How is it possible!" A certain official lady in Xianyang City wailed in pain, "Didn't my father say, didn't he say that I can be a queen?"

"Your Majesty, oh, it's Your Majesty," Wang Jian shook his head and sighed, "No matter how much Your Majesty loves the Great General, he still has to consider the issue of heirs. If there are no heirs, who will our Great Qin Dynasty fall into after a hundred years?" !"

"Okay," Han Fei cried excitedly, "Qin, Qin will perish..."

"What the hell is the King of Qin thinking?" Xunzi looked at the bustling people with grief, "After all this is hard work, the world is at peace."

At this time, the sergeant came out from the notice at the gate of the city and pasted up a new notice. Soon, a group of people surrounded him——

"Come on, come on, new notice, I'm waiting for the people to change their names! The new name is Qianshou."

"Qian Shou? What does this mean?"

"Qian means black. I, Daqin, respect black. Isn't this meaning clear enough?"

"Thank God, this is how much the king values ​​us and the people."

"Ah, there is one more sentence here. Your Majesty will be renamed the First Emperor, Your Majesty, after ten days from your Majesty's reign, you will be crowned Empress."

"Quick, quick look, who is the queen?"

"Yes, it's General Mi."

"Oh my god, what should I do? Does the king have no heirs?"

"The world is finally at peace."

……

Under the notice, behind the common people, there were two people with rather ugly faces standing.

Ying Zheng thought he was fully prepared for cutting off his children and grandchildren, but unexpectedly, even the common people felt that he had made a mistake.

This is, the so-called Tianjia no small matter?

Rationality told Ying Zheng that their concerns were all right, but emotionally he wanted to be selfish and live for himself.

He has won the world, and he deserves to be his ancestor. If so, why doesn't he live for himself once?

"Your Majesty, these people..." Yu Muliang asked softly when he saw that his face was not looking good.

"Don't worry about this, let's go." Ying Zheng said, turned and left.

Everyone has his own life, he doesn't want to control others, and he doesn't want others to control him.

Yu Muliang sighed softly, after all, he just followed without saying anything.

In the mansion of the Great General, Longjing was eating, drinking, sleeping and enjoying his happy life of raising pigs, because as soon as he walked out of the mansion, various people would come to him with different excuses, so he just called him sick and closed the door to thank the guests .

When Ying Zheng came in, he saw this scene——

Longjing Gao cocked his legs, gnawed on the pig's trotters with one hand, and drank warm wine with the other.

"You're having a good time." He sighed.

"Nonsense, one day is happy and one is not happy," Longjing subconsciously replied, "Ah Zheng, why are you here? Isn't it ten days before I become the empress of Lao Shizi?"

Yu Muliang followed Ying Zheng with trepidation: Ouch, General, you are the only one who dares to say that the Queen is a 'Lao Shizi'.

"Queen Laoshizi?" Ying Zheng found a place to sit down by himself, "Quick, my Queen Laoshizi, help me think about it, those leeches are staring at my harem, and they are all trying to get the fat and thin ones They are so beautiful and ugly, they are all stuffed into my harem. How can I pretend to be like this?"

"What are you thinking about!" Longjing jumped up, "You might as well just do a talent show and screen out beauties."

"kindness?"

"At the end of the screening, they will all be rewarded to the meritorious ministers. Like Li Si, Zhao Gao, Gan Luo, haven't they all married yet?" Longjing said excitedly, "Come on, the draft is full of vigor, The sooner the better, get your attention away."

Ying Zheng was startled, and then laughed: "Good way, it's better to take the initiative than to be passive. My Queen Lao Shizi, you are really smart!"

"That's right!" Longjing said triumphantly, "It doesn't matter who the young master is."

"What is the title of Laoshizi? Do you like it very much?" Ying Zheng asked suddenly, "If you like it, I will directly make you the queen of Laoshizi?"

"I...I'm so fucked!" Longjing jumped up, "Ah Zheng, do you really not know or not, you dare to call this the title of Xiaoye, Xiaoye will destroy you humanely!"

The two quickly started to fight, and Yu Muliang felt that he could finally be lazy and take a nap.

"By the way, Ah Zheng, although I promised you to help you," Longjing said, "but you can't keep me in the harem forever, can you?"

"Of course not," Ying Zheng said, "After the wedding, let's go to Mount Tai to enshrine Zen."

"Ah? What is that?" Longjing wondered.

"Just go to Mount Tai to play." Ying Zheng said, "By the way, tell God that I have become the emperor and unified the world."

In fact, it was just a superficial effort, and Ying Zheng didn't care that much, after all, he had made fake slogans several times with God's brand.If you really want to believe in God's will, isn't that just asking for trouble?

Longjing didn't believe it even more.He nodded: "Just to travel and find a place to say goodbye. I understand, by the way, is there any amulet that has been consecrated after the prayer?"

"Consecration? Amulet?" Ying Zheng couldn't understand again.

Longjing opened his mouth to talk about the consecration of monks, but thought that there was no Buddhism in this era, so he casually talked about the alchemists: "Oh, just those ghost tricks that say that you can practice elixir and make you live forever."

"Elixir? Immortality?" Ying Zheng wanted to laugh, "Is this related to amulets?"

"Of course there is," Longjing rambled, "it's all a deceitful relationship."

"Then why do you still ask?" Ying Zheng wondered.

"Because amulets are used for psychological comfort, but elixirs are all drugs, eating dead people's." Longjing said, "We often wish our enemies: immortality, eternal youth, and death."

"what?"

"If you can't live, don't you mean you will be forever young? If you live forever, you won't be old after you die?" Longjing started the nonsense mode again.

Ying Zhengxin thought it was true: "Then, what about Changsheng?"

"If you die, you will live forever." Longjing said, "Oh, don't ask, anyway, the elixir is used to deceive people."

Ying Zheng didn't like to hear these words very much: "Is the elixir a lie? Not necessarily, maybe there really is that kind of elixir? After all, you have all those strange skills."

"Nonsense, if there is such a magical elixir, why didn't those alchemists eat it themselves?" Longjing glanced at Yingzheng, "As for my exercises, hey, they are unique, and no one can have them except me. .”

"I can't have either?"

"Azheng, you have to be content. Think about it. I am so unique. I am your best brother. What else are you dissatisfied with?" Longjing rolled his eyes at Yingzheng and said in a benevolent tone, " Besides, my exercises can't make me immortal."

"Can't you?" Ying Zheng was a little disappointed.

"How good is it not to be immortal?" Longjing said, "Otherwise, there will be immortals in this world, so wouldn't it be a mess?"

Then he hummed as if he had thought of something, and then his voice became louder and louder, and he gradually found the tune.

Yingzheng was taken aback for a moment, because Longjing was humming a song he had never heard before.

"I'm afraid that time is too fast and I can't see you carefully. I'm afraid that time is too slow. I worry about losing you day and night. I wish I could grow old overnight and never be separated..."

"What are you singing?" Ying Zheng asked.

"I forgot the title of the song," Longjing said, "I just remembered it suddenly. In fact, birth, old age, illness and death are nothing to be afraid of, as long as someone is with you."

Ying Zheng chewed his words carefully, and for a moment, he seemed to have returned to the Huai River that day, with snowflakes fluttering and covering his hair...

Frost and snow falling all over his head can be regarded as a white head, right?

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