Qin Shi-Zhang Liang's Sacred Conspiracy

The scorching sun of August sprinkled the whole earth.

Huang Xiaoshi felt that he was very unlucky, and bumped into the old man Huang who had just come back, his face was dirty and dusty.

"When I was young... Hurry up and pick two iceberg snow lotuses for Master, and Master's old life will be gone if it is later..."

Huang Shi desperately put on the basket.

Huang Shi is eight years old this year, and has never been out of Lantian, Wangchuan. Three years ago, he was tricked into being an apprentice by Huang Laotou with a roast duck.

He has never seen the heavenly book, and it is said that the holy sword was lost before she was born, so the old man Huang told her earnestly that the responsibility of retrieving the holy sword fell on her.

Every time her mother saw her, she would thank the heavens and thank the heavens like a prayer, chanting, lamenting that her family had bad luck and made Huang Shi the heir of the Southern Emperor clan.

God knows, she doesn't want to be the heir of this Lao Shizi, she wants to leave Wangchuan and see the world of flowers outside, but the old man Huang seriously warns her that if she leaves without permission, it will bring disaster to the whole family. Therefore, Huang Shi was counting every moment, how long he was away from Jiji.

Two years ago, the old man Huang had a conversation with her at night suddenly, but because of an appointment with Duke Zhou, she only heard the beginning.

When Huang was young, he knew that the old man was going to go to sea, but he forgot what he was going to do, and even forgot the most important thing he told him. He personally made a coffin for the old man.

The first thing the old man Huang said when he came back was to ask her, is the coffin ready?

Huang Shisha shook his head blankly, and was stared at for a long time by the old man with his beard blowing.

It has been said since ancient times that the Southern Emperor clan has disciples who are the coffin masters. It is a pity that Old Man Huang is destined to vomit blood when Huang Shi is angry.

When Huang Shi returned to Lantian with two ice lotuses, the old man Huang only said to her with a sigh: "Weave a straw mat for the master..."

Life is finite, she should not force it.

When Mr. Xiang saw Old Man Huang, his normally expressionless face suddenly burst into a smile.

Meng Yi was shivering all over when he saw it, and asked him what he was laughing at, but was kicked away by the old man Huang and rolled several times.

Meng Tian frowned very tightly, he didn't understand why old man Huang appeared in Canglu, this secluded mountain, he had searched for a long time before finding it.

Looking at the smile on Old Man Huang's face, Mr. Xiang knew that it was time for Ying Zheng to wake up.

Meng Tian didn't know that Ying Zheng was not dead. Apart from him and old man Huang, only Mrs. Xiang realized something in her heart. Even Ying Zheng himself might not know that he was actually still alive.

The phoenix nirvana, reborn after death, changed fate against the sky, and the sky condemned it...

The old man Huang said that he didn't know if he could save Ying Zheng from death, and he didn't know if he could see the day Ying Zheng woke up.

He had no choice but to seal the Yin Yang family's death curse seal, but the sealing technique was handed down from the Nanhuang family since ancient times.

However, the sealing technique has only sealed dead objects since ancient times, and this is the first time for Old Man Huang to use it on humans.

The seal made Yingzheng sleep forever, like a real dead person, without breathing or heartbeat, even he himself didn't notice it.

The old man Huang was worried that the time would be too late, and Yingzheng's body might be corrupted, but he didn't want Yingzheng to have a jade bed carved from thousand-year-old cold jade. Perhaps, the sky is not completely ruthless.

Huang Shih honestly weaves straw mats at home, waiting for old man Huang to come back.Every time her mother sees her, she will offer a bowl of tears...Recently, the water tank at home is not full enough. Some can't bear it.

Huang Shi didn't know where his master went. For three months, except for a boy named Meng Yi who sent back a sword called 'Tian Wen', Huang Shi never heard anything about Old Man Huang again. The news, maybe...he can't come back anymore, Huang Xiaoshi looked at the straw mat in his hand and sighed, thinking whether to make a coffin, even if the old man Huang didn't need it, it would be better to keep it for himself.

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Strong winds are raging, and autumn and winter are approaching.

In March [-] BC, Ji Yuan, king of the Northwest Wei Dynasty, was besieged by Liu Bang in Jiaoyang. Within a month, he was defeated by Han Xin and beheaded by himself. After dying of illness, the world was initially settled. Liu Bang proclaimed himself emperor in Chang'an and officially established the Han Dynasty.

In December of the same year, Han Xin led [-] elite soldiers and besieged Xiang Yu in Gaixia. So far, the name of the overlord of Western Chu has been left on the bank of the rolling Wujiang River.

In the cold winter, the snow falls leisurely.

There was a stabbing pain in Zhang Liang's chest, accompanied by the sound of coughing, lingering and entangled in the snow.

In the crystal clear and snow-white back garden, a branch of winter plum leaped over the wall and protruded in from outside the wall, dyeing the simple and plain garden with a touch of beautiful color.

"Sir..." Zhang Haohao couldn't stop coughing, and when he looked up, he saw Mr. Xiang standing in front of him in black, with a slight smile on his face.

"You?" Zhang Liang didn't expect Xiang Jun to appear in front of him suddenly. It has been five years since Ying Zheng passed away. He has never seen him again, and never thought that he would come to him again.

"Your Majesty is awake..." Mr. Xiang looked at the white-clothed man trapped in the wind and snow indifferently. He was still as thin and thin, and his face was flushed from coughing, which made him want to sigh. One sound.

"Awake?" Zhang Liang's first reaction was that Mr. Xiang was joking with him. He hadn't seen him for five years. He was greeting him in a different way, but in just a moment, he overturned this idea. Mo It is said that Mr. Xiang does not have such a sense of humor, even if he did, he would not joke about Ying Zheng's life and death, is that true?

Zhang Liang frowned slightly, his chest and lungs ached like fire.

"My own eyes..." Zhang Liang suppressed the discomfort in his body, looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly thought, could this be a dream of his, he didn't want Ying Zheng to die, he hoped that he would come back to life.

Thinking like this, Zhang Liang choked on the words he was about to blurt out, and clenched his hands tightly until the nails dyed the palms a little scarlet, dripping on the white catkins.

Snow, fluttering beside the two of them, was quiet and serene. The wind blown away the falling red plums, and randomly drew a few circles in the air.

In October [-] B.C., Zhang Liang politely refused the enfeoffment of Liu Bang, king of the Han Dynasty, and asked to resign. The court repeatedly dissuaded him, but he finally lost to his insistence. He only got the posthumous title of Marquis of Liu, and left Chang'an...

Liu Bang knew he couldn't keep him. Two years ago, Zhang Liang agreed to stay for the sake of the people of the world. Now that the world is stable, he has no reason to stop him.

So far, in the second volume of Han history, perhaps only a few words of his record are left, but in his heart, he will forever remember it.

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