Qin Shi-Zhang Liang's Sacred Conspiracy

In the pitch-black Daqin Dungeon, there was a rotten corpse in the darkness, and with the wind and snow, it permeated the entire dungeon.

The faint candlelight danced flickeringly. Zhao Gao had heard from Ying Zheng that there were seven floors in the Xianyang Dungeon, and the deeper the prison, the heavier the prisoners. Seen the third floor.

He did not expect that today he would have the opportunity to enter the deepest dungeon in the empire, let alone that it was Hu Hai who brought him here, but the person he was going to meet here today was Ying Zheng, a man who was already withered in the world. With the emperor.

The light from the candle light fell slightly on Zhao Gao's gloomy cheeks, he never knew that he was so handy in being a traitor and a traitor.

There was a coquettish smile on Hu Hai's charming face, and his bloody eyes filled him with horror.

The sound of empty footsteps rang in Zhao Gao's ears, and it was very depressing. The deeper and colder air in the seventh-floor dungeon, like a cemetery piled up with corpses, made him unable to stop his upper teeth from grinding down. rattle.

Ying Zheng lay quietly in the coffin of jinhuangli wood, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep as if in a long sleep.

"Father..." In the empty and gloomy dungeon, like a fist-sized night pearl, faintly emitting green light, Hu Hai's bewitching red phoenix eyes, carefully tore open a touch of inscrutable smile, just like Ying Zheng Wearing the unique ink-pattern emperor's dragon clothes on him, there was a charming look.

"The taste of Qiushui poison is not good..." Hu Hai's low footsteps sounded slowly and depressingly in the empty imperial prison.

Hu Hai looked at Ying Zheng, who kept his eyes closed all the time, with resolute eyebrows and eyes, indifferent but exuding a natural imperial air. That face was what he had always longed for. He hated his femininity and frailty. What he wanted, He could inherit Yingzheng's natural domineering spirit, but he didn't have it. Among all their brothers, except Fusu, none of them possessed it.He still remembered Yingzheng's disdain for him, and Yingzheng's eyes for Fusu, just because Fusu looked like him, and he paid more attention to Fusu than all their brothers put together.

He hated Fusu, but he hated Yingzheng even more. He wanted Yingzheng to know that he was the one who would inherit his world in the future, not the Fusu who would let him pay attention to him just because of his face.

"Do you still remember how my mother died?" Hu Hai's slender fingertips paused in the air, and the ruthlessness flashed away in his pitch-black eyes, just like the sadness in his heart at the moment, filling his heart with arrogance every corner of the

Zhao Gao stood quietly at the door of the prison, with lowered eyebrows, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly.

Hu Hai's cold eyes flashed across Ying Zheng's eyes that had never moved. He knew that Ying Zheng was awake, and he also knew that he was being tortured. At the beginning, when his mother was fed the autumn water poison, he looked after her in his clothes. After 81 days, how could he not know what the autumn water poison would be like? It took him three years of scheming to let Ying Zheng accumulate the autumn water poison little by little. How could he be reconciled to being tortured.

"Didn't you secretly hand over the Chuanguo Yuxi to Zhao Gao? You also let him and his son make false claims, and wanted him to kill me, right..." Hu Hai's voice became more and more gloomy, just like the grand scene outside the house. It was windy and snowy, and the cold was so severe that Zhao Gao couldn't help but feel a chill down his back.

"It's a pity..." Hu Hai's white and seductive face suddenly burst into a bloodthirsty smile, and his cold eyes swept across Zhao Gao's drooping face: "It's a pity you don't know, Zhao Gao was released by my mother." The dog by your side is afraid of death, pain, and torture, so I didn't have to make much effort to get the Jade Seal of Chuanguo from him."

The tightly closed eyes trembled slightly in the air, and then amidst Hu Hai's arrogant sneer, Ying Zheng finally slowly opened those calm eyes like frost.

Hu Hai was ecstatic in his heart, and his face was smiling even brighter. His eyes seemed to be shining with water. He looked at Ying Zheng, but found that his eyes went straight through his body and shot at the man standing at the door of the prison with a heart full of tears. On the uneasy Zhao Gao.

Hu Hai's heart fell into an ice cellar in an instant. He knew that Ying Zheng didn't like him, but he didn't expect that she never put him in her eyes from the beginning to the end. He was like a clown, crying and laughing alone, but even the other Don't get the look of charity.

Hu Hai's face suddenly turned red like a drop of blood.

"My son has already punished the nine families of the Meng family. Your general Meng is just a dead bone now. By the way, there is also your prime minister. Recently, he has been clamoring to come to guard your spirit all day long. My son is almost gone!" I can't hold it any longer, Zhao Gao suggested to my son to divide him into five horses, what do you think?" Hu Hai's voice was suddenly cold, full of resentment, and he looked at Ying Zheng fiercely, holding the shining light in his hand Ye Mingzhu, while playing with it, showed a ruthless expression and said: "I know that you have never cared about these imperial dogs. In your heart, you only have that bitch named Zhang Liang, right? Don't worry, Erchen must send him here before you die, and let him die with you..."

Hu Hai's tone was cold and mocking, the word 'death' made Zhao Gao's heart tremble, and his heart suddenly contracted violently.

Ying Zheng didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but just looked at Zhao Gao with a cold sword in his eyes, which made him feel cold all over.

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The whistling wind and snow covered the entire Xianyang City in white clothes. Although it was cold and cold, Zhao Gao felt that his body was much warmer.

After Hu Hai left the dungeon, he returned to the imperial city in a low-key carriage.

The desolate and solemn imperial garden, the bright red winter plums, in the heavy snow, like an independent beauty, enchantingly adorns the whole plain white world.

The purple clothes, in the heavy snow, like butterflies, are flying in the wind. With just one glance, Hu Hai saw the star soul with deep eyes, with a consistent sneer on his mouth, looking at him and Zhao Gao, slowly Approach slowly.

"You go down first..." Hu Hai's face darkened suddenly, and he said to Zhao Gao.

"Here..." Zhao Gao didn't show any emotion on his face, he bowed lightly and retreated.

The bare branches were covered with crystal snow flakes, which reflected Hu Hai's expression translucently and passed into Xinghun's eyes.

"Your Majesty..." The deep purple color fluttered in the wind, against Xinghun's snow-white face, it became more and more immature, but in that immature face, there was an incongruous maturity.