Qin Shi-Zhang Liang's Sacred Conspiracy

With the passage of time, many past events in Zhang Liang's mind have gradually become blurred, but he never forgot that day.

Just because that day, he met Wei Zhuang!

Zhang Liang suddenly remembered the scene of that day in his mind, turned his head to look at Ying Zheng in disbelief, his lips opened and closed, and the words choked in his throat for a long time before he uttered in surprise: "Could it be...you..."

"That's right, I'm the horse attendant who was insulted by Zhao Xiang that day and wanted to destroy his eyes with a sword..." Ying Zheng's eyes suddenly became cold, as if a storm was brewing, Zhang Liang's mind went blank in shock .

That was the first time he met Wei Zhuang, Zhao Xiang had ulterior motives, and Wei Zhuang was also ruthless.

That day Zhang Liang's servants were all dead, Zhao Xiang was about to win, but he didn't want the horse under his crotch, but suddenly neighed violently, and threw Zhao Xiang off. Fortunately, Zhao Xiang practiced martial arts since childhood and was agile, so he jumped from the horse However, due to the sudden incident, although Zhao Xiang's life was not in serious danger, his left eye was injured. Zhao Xiang was furious immediately, drew his sword out of its sheath, and wanted to kill Ying Zheng who was leading the horse for him Fortunately, although Zhao Xiang and his party were there that day, there were still a few deep-minded children from the aristocratic family who knew that although Ying Zheng's status was low, he was the hostage of the Qin State, so he hurriedly stepped forward to hold Zhao Xiang, and Ying Zheng finally saved his life. However, Zhao Xiang fell off the horse and was very embarrassed. Although he spared Ying Zheng's life, he wanted to destroy his eye to vent his anger.

When Zhao Xiang was young, he liked to practice martial arts very much. The masters Zhao Wang hired for him were all the top in the world. helpless.

In fact, Zhang Liang still remembered some things that day, especially Zhao Xiang's sword, which was cold and sharp, fell on him like an ice skate in the cold winter, and he couldn't help curling up in pain.

Zhang Liang has always remembered his grandfather's painstaking teachings, to be a benevolent man, love the world at the same time, to be a brave man, without fear of life and death.

Because of Ying Zheng's crotch sword, he couldn't bear it, but more, he was disheartened knowing that he could not escape Zhao Xiang's abduction. Zhang Liang didn't know that the person that day was Ying Zheng, so he rescued him... ...just a thought of benevolence.

When Wei Zhuang appeared, Zhang Liang was already unconscious. The young man in short clothes sat on the big tree sneeringly, and blamed Zhao Xiang for disturbing his sleepiness. One hand made Zhao Xiang hate to the marrow, but there was nothing he could do.

The cold wind swayed, blowing over Zhang Liang's pale cheeks, like a pure white snow lotus, not stained by a trace of common dust.

"Your Majesty is grateful for the kindness of that glance, but why did you destroy our Han nationality that day? Could it be that His Majesty's gratitude is such a kind of kindness and revenge?" Zhang Liang's pale cheeks lost all blood, and the eyes he looked at Ying Zheng were like a cold pool in the deep sea , cold and obscure.

"I ascended the throne at the age of 13, and until the day I was in power, you know how much blood and tears I endured. I deeply hate wars in various countries, especially using protons as a threat to unify the seven kingdoms. To gain profit, I naturally wish to kill all the people who insulted me back then. South Korea was weak, and even if I did not destroy Han at that time, Zhao State would definitely not let it go. The king of Zhao State does not respect the sky above, and does not care about the people below, so I will destroy it , regarded as the way of heaven. To Wei, Chu, and Yan, all of them were ambitious and wanted to form an alliance to destroy Qin. As a king, I defended my family and defended the country, opened up borders and expanded land. The world is just around the corner, so naturally we can't give up halfway. I have cried, hurt, hated, and laughed all my life. Although I am full of hostility, I have always suffered from the way of heaven. Eight years ago, I wanted to destroy Zhao first and then attack Wei. When the king borrowed the way, he promised that he would rule the world side by side with the king of Han. The king of Han promised on the surface, but he didn't expect him to turn his back on his words and pursue him secretly when I was passing by Yingchuan. I accidentally broke into Yanfo Temple that day. I met you because I was hunted down by King Han and had nowhere to go." The cold wind blew across Ying Zheng's indifferent face, and every word fell into Zhang Liang's heart.

Slowly putting down the fingertips on his lips, Ying Zheng turned his head to look at Zhang Liang, saw his white face full of sorrow, and felt a coldness in his heart, he knew that no matter how much he said now, he couldn't erase Zhang Liang's heart He hated him, but he couldn't let go of his hand.

Ying Zheng pinched Zhang Liang's fingertips, it was as cold as frost, he couldn't bear it, he pulled Zhang Liang up and walked into the room.

The cinnabar hangs down, and the smell is fragrant. In the middle of the main room, the stove has been lit. It is surrounded by carved and exquisite fragrant woods, or landscape figures, or old and cold mountain friends, or feathered flowers and birds, which are lifelike. , The sword hangs on it.

Zhao Gao tidied up the sandalwood chairs neatly, put them on a thick soft couch, served tea, and took a few eunuchs out of the house, respectfully guarding the door, not daring to disturb.

"There are no mulberry flowers in the sea, the Buddha lotus is blooming, and the day at Yanfo Temple is just for me to meet you earlier." Ying Zheng's dark eyes lingered on Zhang Liang's face over and over again.

"Your Majesty, why bother? The ovary is nothing but an ordinary person, and I really can't bear the love of Your Majesty!" A bitter smile permeated Zhang Liang's fair and jade-like face, and met Ying Zheng's eyes.

"You're right..." Ying Zheng stared at Zhang Liang with deep eyes, turning from hot to cold, from persistent to sad: "In my harem, there are so many beautiful beauties , but none of them have made me think about it for so many years. Back then, I promised to share the prosperity with the King of Han, all because of your kindness, and the act of destroying Han was nothing but the King of Han’s own fault. Although I was grateful for your kindness at the beginning, I never wanted you , until I saw you again at Yanfo Temple. You once spoke to me about heaven, so why didn’t you want to believe that it was destiny that I fell in love with you..."

"Destiny?" Zhang Liang couldn't help smiling wryly: "God's will allowed you to meet me, but why did it put so much love and hatred between you and me?"

Looking at Ying Zheng, Zhang Liang was the first to face his feelings directly like this, without denying it.

"Perhaps... God is punishing me..." The deep voice, with a little sourness, echoed in the empty room round and round: "Punish me for killing a lot of people, punish me for...violent and ruthless... ..."

Holding tightly to the front of his shirt, Ying Zheng felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if thousands of sharp swords were slashing open his chest.

"Heaven's fault, I...recognize..." Ying Zheng's voice trembled slightly, and the bitterness in his words penetrated into Zhang Liang's heart. He raised his eyebrows, not daring to look up at Ying Zheng, for fear that his heart would soften when he saw it.

Warm breath slowly circulated in the air, Zhang Liang lowered his head, listening to Ying Zheng's words, heavy and depressed with remorse, his heart suddenly pierced with needles, and there were thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to say, When it came to his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for the land mines with chickens on your head! ! ! !

Thank you very much! ! !