Qin Shi-Zhang Liang's Sacred Conspiracy

The weather was cold and clear, Zhang Liang woke up the next day and knew he was sick.The sense of disobedience in his body made him very uncomfortable.

"Sick again?" Zhang Liang struggled to get up from the couch, coughing uncontrollably, immediately in this empty and quiet room, non-stop.

Zhang Liang glanced at Ying Zheng who was walking towards him, and remained silent.How could he not hear the accusation in Ying Zheng's words, the autumn is deep, and the cold air of the near winter makes it easy to catch the wind and cold, but he doesn't listen to his advice and always only wears such a thin and cool coat.

"You rest first, and wait for the imperial physician to show you." Ying Zheng's serious face showed no joy or anger. Although his tone was cold, he could still hear the deep concern inside.

The whistling wind became more and more fierce with the darkening sky. Zhang Liang was lazily sleeping on the recliner, with several layers of fluffy warm quilts covering his body.At the desk not far away, Ying Zheng picked up smoking tea and looked at the memorial sent by Fusu while drinking it.

"Well, there are too many quilts, and I'm uncomfortable...can you take some away." Zhang Liang was really uncomfortable under the airtight quilt, and finally couldn't help poking his head out from under the quilt. He looked intently at the king who was resting on the bed fifteen minutes ago, insisting on guarding him.

"Impossible..." Ying Zheng didn't lift his head, and said the word lightly with his cold lips, still flipping through the letter in his hand, frowning at it.

This bastard... Zhang Liang gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart. The room was already warm. Yingzheng sent people to bring several heaters to stuff him under the quilt, and added a few quilts. His whole body was like an ice cube. At this time, he was also muffled. Originally, he didn't want to talk to him, but the heat was so unbearable that he had to say something. Who knew that Ying Zheng refused him before he had finished speaking. He was really mad. him.

What's more, the imperial physician has already come to see him, and he said that it's just a common wind-cold, all he needs to do is take a rest, who asked him to wrap him into rice dumplings.

Zhang Liang was short-tempered. Seeing that Ying Zheng refused to agree, his cheeks that were red from being covered by the quilt immediately turned frosty. He kicked off the quilt vigorously and threw away all the heaters under the quilt. go down.The sound of ping-pong-pong made Zhao Gao outside the door couldn't help but poke his head.

Ying Zheng also raised his head naturally, looked at Zhang Liang, sat up from the recliner, and said to him with an angry face, "Ying Zheng, if I die from the heat, even a ghost will not let you go."

"Really?" Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Liang for a long time, and heard him finish venting, then continued to pick up the booklet on the desk and read it expressionlessly, "If you don't want to cover these quilts, I won't." If you mind, I will warm you up personally..."

When Ying Zheng said these words, his face was completely rigid, and his tone was neither high nor low. It was clearly a teasing sentence, but he insisted on saying it as if he was dealing with business, with a gloomy wind.

"No need..." Zhang Liang saw that Ying Zheng was holding the memorial in his hand, but his eyes were staring at him unquestionably, with deep and unknown sparks burning inside, he hurriedly turned around and lay down quickly, while he was lying down, he was also in a hurry The ground wrapped the quilt all over her body, layer after layer.

It's useless... As Zhang Liang lay down, he scolded himself in his heart, but he didn't feel annoyed, but his movements were not slow at all.He didn't dare to question the credibility of the tyrant's words. He got angry, and he was the one who suffered. Anyway, he didn't have to endure it for much longer.

Zhao Gao hid outside the door, covered his mouth and sniggered unkindly, and sighed by the way, their emperor can also tease people now, but the tone and atmosphere are really not right, he thinks it is necessary next time Remind him that molesting people also has technical content.

"Master Zhao..." Zhao Gao leaned against the door, happily listening to the gossip, when a cold voice suddenly came from behind him, frightened him to stand upright immediately, with an expression of don't misunderstand, and turned to look at Li Si, Greeting with a sly smile: "Good morning, Prime Minister."

"Morning..." Li Si saw that Zhao Gao was listening happily with his buttocks leaning against the crack of the door, and he knew that something must have happened between their majesty and Zhang Liang in the room. He looked up at the sky, although it was still dark However, it was already after lunch, and this person actually told him it was early?

Could Mr. Zhao please pass on a message for Li Stone, I have something important to report to His Majesty..." Bowing and bowing, although Li Si disdained Zhao Gao's character, he had to admire him, beside Ying Zheng, he was really an incompetent missing characters.

"Prime Minister, please wait a moment..." Zhao Gao squeezed his orchid fingers, and Li Si's spine shivered coldly when he heard Li Si's languid and thin voice.

"If that's the case, I'll have to work." As the prime minister, although Li Si enjoys the honor of being under one man and above ten thousand, he still has to give way to the man in front of him.

"Prime Minister, please..." Zhao Gao said to Li Si after he left and returned quickly.

When Li Si saw Ying Zheng, Zhang Liang was wrapping up the quilt in a hurry, and threw the stove on the ground, scattered in all directions.

"Your Majesty..." A look of surprise flashed in Li Si's eyes, but he quickly restrained himself, bowed and said to Ying Zheng, "The little princess is missing..."

"Missing?" Ying Zheng put down the memorial in his hand. Although his face was calm, he still showed a trace of uneasiness and said, "When did you disappear? Did you send someone to look for it?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, I heard from the servant girl that the little princess got up early this morning and said she was going for a walk in the garden of the General's Mansion, but she still hasn't returned. Everyone in the General's Mansion has sent people to look for her, but there is no sign of her. I asked the concierge, and he said he didn't see the little princess going out. General Meng has sent Song Hai's garrison to look around, but it was getting late, and I was worried that something might happen to the little princess, so I came to ask His Majesty for instructions." Li Si said methodically. Speaking to Ying Zheng, seeing Ying Zheng's face getting darker and darker, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Huating is gone? He came back with me yesterday, why did he disappear?" As soon as Li Si finished speaking, Ying Zheng asked without coming, but Zhang Liang who was wrapped in the quilt suddenly lifted the quilt, Looking at Li Si with a pale face, his eyes were full of worry.

"Your Majesty..." Zhang Liang hadn't finished speaking when a voice came from outside the door. The three of them looked around and saw that Meng Yi, who was always calm and composed, rushed into the room with a face full of urgency. Zheng and Li Si were both present, and he hurriedly handed the letter and a piece of emerald green warm jade to Ying Zheng and said, "This is what was dropped by a big white bird when it flew over the general's mansion just now. In the hands of the rebels, they want His Majesty to go to the dense forest of Songhai tonight, if you don’t go, the little princess will be left without bones.”

"There are no bones left?" Ying Zheng's eyes darkened, and the frightening coldness burst out in an instant.

"Your Majesty, don't..." Seeing Ying Zheng's darker complexion, Li Si hastily said to stop him: "Your Majesty must not trust the words of those rebels, this must be a trap."

"Trap?" A sneer flashed across Ying Zheng's cold lips, and he looked at Li Si and said, "Could it be that the talented people in the empire can't compare to those rebellious from the Mo family?"