Qin Shi-Zhang Liang's Sacred Conspiracy

The cold air filled the dimly lit hut, and there were no candles in the room, only the green light from the cold jade bed under Ying Zheng, streaming out from between Ying Zheng's dark black clothes.

It was the first time that Zhang Liang touched Ying Zheng's solemn face with his fingertips. It was cold, as if he had lost his life, and made his heart tremble slightly.

Zhang Liang has been looking at Ying Zheng. In the quiet air, the three bland words of the whirling person circle and circle, like ripples, lingering for a long time. Zhang Liang can't tell what his mood is at the moment, bewildered, relieved, and still. There is a slight tingling.

"You're here..." In the air that had been silent for a long time, a hoarse voice suddenly came to mind. Zhang Liang withdrew his fingers instantly in shock. His eyes met the eyes that suddenly opened on the cold jade bed. They were as deep as dark waves in an ancient well, full of sadness but full of sadness. With joy.

"You..." Zhang Liang's face froze suddenly, he didn't expect that Ying Zheng would wake up suddenly, let alone that he would see him in a daze.

A very shallow sigh, followed by Zhang Liang's fingertips, resounded slightly in the hut, just like the clouds and mist lingering outside the house, lingering in Zhang Liang's ears for a long time.

"Ovary, my time has come, and it's time to take out the Gu worms in your body..." Ying Zheng's pale forehead was like a piece of white paper, without blood.

"Is there no other way?" Hearing Ying Zheng's hoarse voice, Zhang Liang felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, his brows were slightly frowned, and worry naturally appeared in his eyes.

"Do you... hope that I... will live?" Ying Zheng was still lying on the cold jade bed, looking at Zhang Liang's face looking down at him. Under the faint light, it was as elegant as a white lotus in bud.

"I..." Zhang Liang's heart trembled when he saw Shang Yingzheng's affectionate and suppressed gaze, and he couldn't help saying: "Daqin has come to this point, you can't turn back, I... am not a cruel and ruthless person... ...Naturally hope...that you are alive..." For the first time in his life, Zhang Liang felt that he was at a loss as to what to choose, he hesitated to speak a word, hesitating.

"Zifang... I have no regrets with you. The way of heaven, the teacher is right. The murders in my hands are destined to be rewarded in this life. I don't want you to suffer innocently..." Ying Zheng said plainly In the cold light, his complexion was slightly subdued, his eyes were as calm as water, he looked at Zhang Liang and said, "Call Xiang Jun to come in, now that I can no longer move, I wronged you, and relieved the gu in the cold room."

Ying Zheng seemed to be struggling to speak. After a long speech, he felt extremely tired. He closed his eyes slightly, unable to speak another word.

Seeing Ying Zheng in such a state, Zhang Liang's heart was already in confusion, he bit the corner of his lips lightly, wondering if he should call Xiang Jun into the house as he said, he hesitated in his heart, he didn't know if Ying Zheng would take Gu for him, would he Not very dangerous.

"Sir..." Zhang Liang's face was blurred, and while hesitating, Mr. Xiang had entered the hut, handed a bowl of snow lotus water to Zhang Liang, and said in a deep voice without a trace of emotion: "Please use... ..."

"I..." Zhang Liang looked at the snow lotus water that Mr. Xiang handed over, his heart flustered, his fingers trembling slightly in the cold air.

"It's better not to... get Gu..." Zhang Liang looked away from Mr. Xiang to look at him, squeezed his fingers uncomfortably, and said softly.

Mr. Xiang paused slightly with his hand in the air, and said with a rare hint of relief: "Sir, don't worry, the death curse seal has appeared on your majesty, even if you don't take Gu for you, you can't last for another two days." , that day you voluntarily induced Gu for His Majesty, today, Your Majesty should also induce Gu for Mr.

"Is...is that so?" Zhang Liang's heart throbbed with pain, especially when he heard that Ying Zheng would not survive for another two days, his heart was filled with sadness, and his eyes couldn't help but slightly moistened.

The mist is curling up, the water clouds are late, like a cold river for several days, ambiguous and beautiful.

When Zhang Liang opened his eyes slightly, looking at the emperor who was lying on the same pillow with him, countless sorrows surged in his heart, thinking of the many days in the past, he had woken up like this, next to that person's shoulder, that person breath.

Now, he didn't expect that the two of them would become like this.

Change his eyes to look at him, change him to close his eyes and refuse to open them.

Do you regret it?Looking at Ying Zheng whose cheeks were as pale as snow, Zhang Liang asked himself over and over again, do you regret it?Meet this person, fall in love with this person!

fall in love with?Zhang Liang's mind was lost, did he fall in love with Ying Zheng?

He didn't know if the reluctance and sadness in his heart were the evidence that he fell in love with Ying Zheng. Maybe there was no one who loved him deeply, but there was indeed a place for him in his heart. Whether it was love or hate, he was already there. He has a place in his heart.

"Zifang, I love you. I don't need you to love me. For the last time, you can be in front of my eyes. It is the best gift from heaven to me." Ying Zheng's weak voice, with a faint smile, brushed past Zhang Liang's cold ear tip rang only in his ear.

"Ying Zheng..." Zhang Liang's voice trembled slightly.

"Hmm..." A voice as soft as the wind escaped from Ying Zheng's white lips.

"I think... I'm in love with you..." Zhang Liang turned his head slightly, looked at Ying Zheng's closed eyes, with a contented smile on his face, calm.

"Did you hear that?" Zhang Liang's trembling fingertips slowly landed on Ying Zheng's pale forehead.

"Did you hear that?" The trembling in Zhang Liang's voice gradually deepened, and it fell into Ying Zheng's ears, but his weak response was no longer heard.

"Did you hear that? Ying Zheng, I said I'm in love with you..." Zhang Liang didn't say this, but he said it to himself silently in his heart, because he knew that the person beside him couldn't listen anymore. arrive.

Zhang Liang's fingertips slowly slid from Ying Zheng's forehead to his chest, and finally landed on the place where his heart was beating.

A tear, suppressed by him for a long time, finally slipped out from the corner of his eye.

There was no breathing in the ear, no beating under the palm of the hand, maybe Ying Zheng didn't hear Zhang Liang's words until the end.

What he said, it was too late after all!

Ying Zheng died, died by Zhang Liang's pillow, died at the last moment before Zhang Liang expressed his heart, he did not have this blessing after all, and he also had no luck when he heard Zhang Liang's words with his own ears. Jun save him!

In the cold hut, Zhang Liang silently accompanied Ying Zheng to lie on the cold jade bed. Outside the hut, the brothers of the Meng family and Mrs. Xiangjun and Mrs. Xiang all knelt down solemnly. Friends, accompany him for the last part of the journey.

"Thank you...Ying Zheng, for letting me understand love, hatred, hatred..." The crystal clear teardrops slipped from Zhang Liang's face one after another, dripping on the cold jade bed, and instantly condensed into a crystal ice crystal, rolling down on the bed. Two people sideways.

"I'm sorry... I didn't fall in love with you in time..." The palm on Ying Zheng's chest slowly slid down from Ying Zheng's body, touching the ink-patterned dragon coat, it was slippery and wet to the touch.

Today, a generation of emperors died in the depths of the underground palace in full bloom!

The author has something to say:

Merry Christmas! ! !

Although it's a little too late! !

I'm sorry, I let the emperor die!

I guess you won't be able to see it tonight, let's be sad and sad with Xiaoqi tomorrow! !