Qin Shi-Zhang Liang's Sacred Conspiracy

The curtain of rain was cold, and the smell of soil, mixed with the cold wind, poured into Zhang Liang's snow-white clothes.

The distant mountains are picturesque, with mist and light rain. Zhang Liang's grandfather was an emperor of three dynasties, and his house was given by Zhaohou.

Eight years ago, Qin general Fan Yuqi led one hundred thousand troops to attack Han, and the two armies faced each other. In just a few days, the capital of the king of Han was breached. The imperial palace is also full of ruins, and it is hard to bear to look at it.

Zhang Liang once thought that he would never see his former residence again, but he never imagined that he would see him again today, and the person he wished for was actually the enemy he hated to the bone. How to prevent him from being confused and not knowing how to face that person.

"Sir..." Zhang Liang was looking at the flowers and green bamboos in front of him in a daze, when suddenly he heard Zhao Gao's voice calling him anxiously behind him.

Zhang Liang turned his head in confusion, looked at Zhao Gao's anxious face, and wondered, "What's wrong?"

"Sir... Your Majesty's old illness has relapsed, and this servant dare not leave without authorization. Could you please take a trip to Wanyu Pavilion, sir, where all the imperial doctors accompanying you this time will be placed..." Zhao Gao looked at Zhang Liang anxiously, Eyes full of anxiety.

"Old disease?" Zhang Liang's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help being suspicious. He had never heard of Ying Zheng's old disease, and even though the two of them broke up unhappy as usual last night, they never saw anything wrong with him.

"Sir...Your Majesty is a hard-faced person, especially in front of you, how can he show his weakness." Seeing Zhang Liang's expressionless face, Zhao Gao seemed to be suspicious, and couldn't help complaining for his Majesty, while saying, While wiping tears.

"Okay, I'll go..." As soon as Zhang Liang lowered his head, he saw that Zhao Gao was about to cry, he hurriedly stopped him, jumped up and disappeared in front of Zhao Gao.

"Huh... It seems that this trick is more effective. Do you want to teach Your Majesty how to use this trick?" Seeing that Zhang Liang quickly disappeared in front of him, Zhao Gao slowly stood up from the ground and knelt down. With the crumpled skirts, while looking thoughtfully at the direction Zhang Liang left, there was no trace of worry or sadness on his face.

The thin rain is lightly collected, the clouds and smoke are lingering, and the mountains and rocks are shrouded. There are powder walls, several couplets of repair houses, and under the shade of thousands of green bamboos, a row of small glazed huts with a corner of the eaves exposed.

Zhao Gao was hiding behind the powder wall furtively. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a white figure, dragging a person in his hand, and ran towards this side quickly. He hurriedly let go of his feet and slipped back into the house. He saw Ying Zheng lying pale. On the bed, I couldn't help crying loudly: "Your Majesty...you must take care of the dragon body...your majesty...how can you be so stupid..."

Resting at Zhang Liang's feet, Zhao Gao's heart-piercing cries could be heard in his ears, he hurriedly let go of his hands, and said to the old imperial doctor who was still trembling beside him, "Please hurry up..."

The old imperial doctor hadn't recovered from his senses at this time, and was inexplicably carried here by Zhang Liang. Before he could stand still, he heard Zhao Gao's shouts in the room, and his legs, which had just stopped, began to move uncontrollably again. shake up.

Fortunately Zhang Liang was still awake, holding the medicine box in his hand, he dragged the imperial doctor into the house.

The thick curtains covered the room without a trace of light, and the luminous pearl hung on the roof, faintly exuding a mixed light.

Zhang Liang didn't expect that Ying Zheng would be so seriously ill just because he didn't see him overnight.

In the blue and purple porcelain basin, there was shocking blood, dripping from the corner of Ying Zheng's pale mouth to the side of the bed.

The old doctor was also taken aback by the scene in front of him, and hurriedly stepped forward to check Yingzheng's pulse, pointing at Zhao Gao with a sudden change of expression, and said in a trembling voice: "Master Zhao, Your Majesty is suffering from a strange poison from Mount Shu, please inform Mr. Yunzhong as soon as possible." Great talent is good..."

"Extraordinary poison?" Zhao Gao couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw the old doctor's gray beard shaking violently.

Poisoned?Zhao Gao couldn't help wondering, isn't that what he told His Majesty?He just asked His Majesty to pretend to be sick, why did the old doctor say that His Majesty was poisoned?

Zhao Gao was very puzzled, he hesitated to speak and glanced at the old doctor several times, but because Zhang Liang was by his side, he couldn't ask any questions, so he could only go out and send someone to find Master Guoshi while wondering.

For a moment, only Zhang Liang, Ying Zheng and the old doctor were left in the room.

Zhang Liang never thought that Ying Zheng had been poisoned. Seeing Ying Zheng's pale face and closed eyes, his heart tightened faintly with pain, making his mind go blank.

"Do you know, what kind of poison was it?" Zhang Liangxing went to Ying Zheng's bed, saw Ying Zheng's forehead and lips were as pale as paper, and a strange color appeared on his cheeks, and he couldn't help feeling an inexplicable bitterness in his heart.

"Your Majesty's target is the Gu poison from Mount Shu. I only know that it's from the lineage of Emotional Gu. As for which lineage it is, I really don't know..." The old doctor saw Zhao Gao coming out of the door, presumably according to his intention, I went to invite the Master of the National Teacher, and I felt at ease, but I didn't have time to open the medicine box that I carried with me, and while using silver needles to stop Yingzheng's bleeding, I answered Zhang Liang's words.

"Shushan Gu poison? Could it be that people from the Mohist family have arrived?" Zhang Liang's frowning brows faintly leaked worry, and he murmured inexplicably, but in a very low voice.

"However..." The old doctor gave Yingzheng the needle to stop the bleeding, then slowly took the silver needle away, and said with doubts in his eyes: "Shushan Gu art is very prosperous, and it is divided into three veins and one unique. According to the old As we all know, the three veins are emotion, poison, and art, and Yijue is the unique Qijue Gu of the royal family of Shushan. Yes, and the purpose is not to kill."

"Can the old doctor explain it in detail?" Zhang Liang was also puzzled when he heard the old doctor's eloquence, so he couldn't help asking.

"The old man just heard about it..." Seeing Zhang Hao's curiosity, the old doctor could not help but stroked his beard and smiled slightly: "It is said that love Gu is a lineage. If you want to plant love Gu, if the host is not voluntary, the success rate is very low. Those who raise Gu with their bodies are often tortured physically and mentally, and because of love Gu, they are addicted to people's minds. After three months, the body will gradually weaken until the child Gu is separated from the mother Gu."

"Does the old doctor know, what is the use of this Gu?" The more Zhang Liang heard what the old doctor said, the more terrified he felt in his heart. Although his face was as calm as before, there was already a commotion in his heart.

"It's hard to say. Love Gu is one branch, and it is divided into seven meanings. To use it, you need to know the color of the mother-child Gu in Your Majesty's body to distinguish it." The old imperial doctor was shocked when he saw Zhang Liang's gradually changing expression Feeling that he had talked too much, he hurriedly shut up, packed the medicine box, and prepared to leave.

Seeing the old doctor suddenly shut up, Zhang Liang knew he couldn't hear what was going on. He stared blankly at Ying Zheng on the bed for a while, and then sighed faintly: "Using without authorization, refusing life and death, Ying Zheng... you are... like this." Thought?"

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