Qin Country, Xianyang Palace.
After the morning court session, Ying Zheng and Fu Su strolled around the palace.
Today, this busy emperor seemed to have some free time. A faint smile hung on his lips as he admired the flowers in the garden. Although Fu Su had some doubts, he did not say much and just quietly accompanied him. He kept an eye on his father's actions from time to time.
As noon approached, Ying Zheng seemed to have spent the whole morning admiring the flowers. He did not talk much with Fu Su, only occasionally talking about trivial things that had nothing to do with writing. But the more he talked about it, the more confused Fu Su became. His father, who was usually busy every day, was in such an elegant mood today. What kind of mystery was there in this?
Being born in an imperial family, even father and son would find it difficult to be honest with each other. They had to leave some leeway in their words and actions. Balance was always the most important part of the art of the emperor.
At three quarters in the afternoon, Ying Zheng and Fu Su were resting in the pavilion. With a teacup in his right hand, Fu Su knocked rhythmically on the stone table with his left hand. Fu Su looked at the time and then looked at Ying Zheng's expression and asked," Father, shall we pass on the meal?￣
Hearing this, Ying Zheng was stunned. He looked at the sky, then asked with his teacup relaxed," Zhao Gao, what time is it?￣
"Your Majesty, it's just past three in the afternoon.￣
"Oh? Today, I forgot the time. Since that's the case, let's eat. Today, you will accompany my father to drink a few cups.￣
"Yes-this servant will go and pass the food.￣
After Zhao Gao left, a group of attendants stood guard outside the pavilion. At this moment, only the father and son were left. Ying Zheng smiled and said," Fusu, do you know why I want you to admire the flowers in this garden with me today?￣
Fu Su's eyebrows twitched slightly. He knew that the show was about to start. He put down the teacup in his hand and said respectfully," I don't know. Please tell me, Father."￣
"Today, it's just you and me, father and son.￣
"Yes-"
He took a deep breath and raised his spirits." Fusu, during the morning court session today, the Yan Country sent a message saying that they are afraid of the might of the Great Qin Dynasty and are willing to offer Fan Yuqi's head and the Governor's Map to the Great Qin Dynasty to surrender! "Therefore, I am very happy today. In a few days, the Yan Country will also become the land of Great Qin. The great cause of Great Qin unifying the world is just around the corner.￣
Fu Su smiled faintly when he heard this." Your son wishes that Father will soon complete the unification of the Great Qin Empire and that the Great Qin Empire will remain stable for generations to come.￣
He gently waved his hand and gestured for Fu Su to sit down." Alright, you are my son, so there is no need to say such flattery. After my father dies, you must be able to support the Great Qin Empire!￣
"Father is in the prime of his life, how can you say such a thing? Moreover, your son is still young and needs father's guidance.￣
This was Zhao Gao, who had already turned around. Ying Zheng looked at him and said," Alright, let's not talk about this matter for now. Today, you should accompany my father to have a few drinks!￣
"Yes, haha!" The father and son looked at each other. As members of the Ying family, they felt an indescribable joy in their hearts. The chaos that had lasted for 1,000 years was about to end in their hands, and in the near future, they would witness a glorious era for the Great Qin Empire!
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Qi Country, Jimo.
Was this small city still like a paradise amidst the war? It was still peaceful and peaceful.
It was noon, and smoke was rising from the small town. Everyone was preparing lunch, and the naughty children were called home by their parents.
In a simple wooden house, a woman dressed in coarse linen was preparing lunch. Although the dishes were simple, the craftsmanship was exquisite. A few simple ingredients were made, but the fragrance was overflowing.
Knock, knock, knock. A series of knocks came from the door. The woman smiled, obviously knowing who would come to visit at this time.
She gently opened the door and an old woman in her sixties walked in with a smile." Mother Yun, you've just finished cooking. Today, my Old Han caught an extra big fish. Seeing that you're alone here and living a miserable life, we brought you an extra meal.￣
"Thank you, Auntie!" Lady Yun wiped the sweat off her body and smiled gently. It was obvious that she liked the tranquility here. There was no suspicion or doubt here. There was only the peace and joy of ordinary people.
"There's no need to be so polite with Auntie Han. My grandson had a typhoid fever. If it wasn't for you, Lady Yun, who was proficient in medicine and saved him, the Han Family would have no descendants.￣
"Bruiser, it was just a minor illness last time. You'll be fine after resting. Are you feeling better after taking my medicine?￣
"Much better. The child is playing in the house now.￣
"That's good. It's good that the child is fine.￣
"But Lady Yun, Bruiser is still clamoring to study with you.￣
"Auntie, I'm just a girl. If Bruiser really wants to study, he can go to Linzi when he grows up! With his aptitude, he believed that he would have a chance when the Small Saint Manor recruited disciples next year.￣
"Sigh! We are poor people, how can we go to Linzi, you just patiently teach him, just treat him as a child for fun.￣
He smiled bitterly. Perhaps this was the difference in their concepts. These simple people only wanted their children and grandchildren to live a peaceful life. They seemed to have no concept of fame and fortune in their hearts.
"Yes, I understand. It's getting late. Aunt Han, you should go back to your room to cook.￣
"Okay-"
Smiling as she watched the kindly old man leave, a trace of worry gradually appeared on Xie Zhiyun's face. Three days ago, Yan Hong had sent her a letter by pigeon. There weren't many words, only one sentence: the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind fills the tower.
At that moment, Xie Zhiyun already knew that the assassination of Qin was about to begin.
History always had a way of correcting itself. What Xie Zhiyun didn't expect was that the child she saved three days ago would leave a brilliant mark in the long river of history.
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The State of Yan is on the bank of the Yi River.
Ji City had already welcomed the first snow. The bleak wind brought with it a bone-chilling coldness. The Yi River had gradually begun to freeze over. This time, it was earlier than before, as if it wanted to treasure some deep memories forever.
Turning around, familiar figures, feelings that were difficult to part with, and unforgettable memories surfaced in his heart bit by bit at this moment. He was originally from the State of Wei and came to the Yan Country alone just to find a place to live.
However, it was here that he had left too many unforgettable memories. He had laughed, cried, and drunk here. From the bottom of his heart, he had fallen deeply in love with this land. He had fallen deeply in love with the days when he indulged in the mountains and rivers and laughed arrogantly in the martial world. He had once thought that he was just a wanderer who could roam the world, drink wine, play the flute, and be unrestrained. He was not affected by anything and was not bound by anyone.
However, when he heard the news about her again, his frozen heart began to beat uncontrollably in the majestic palace thousands of miles away.
There was the woman he loved the most in his life, Li Ji.
There was his only blood in this world-Tianming.
And his sworn enemy, Ying Zheng.
The moment he made up his mind, he tried to forget those familiar figures. He tried to seal those unforgettable memories. Everything was for the obsession in his heart!
Crown Prince Dan personally poured three cups of wine and handed them to Jing Ke. He said with a hopeful look,""I wish you success!" Jing Ke didn't say anything. He just nodded his head. His face was solemn and stirring. He drank three cups in a row and threw them on the ground.
For a moment, the sadness of death made the atmosphere particularly sad.
"Xiao Gao, how about you compose a song for me?￣
The two brothers looked at each other and smiled silently. A leisurely tune drifted across the silver snowfield. It was not as elegant and quiet as it used to be, but it carried a heavy sadness!
In the fluttering white clothes, Gao Jianli's beautiful sound of building attracted everyone's resonance. In the high-pitched and impassioned sound of building, Jing Ke sang loudly.
The wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will never come back once he leaves!
Life and death gather and disperse in the blink of an eye, ambition is not fulfilled, oath will not return!
The wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will never come back!
Jing Ke led the singing, and the voices were in harmony. Amidst the sound of building, singing, and the waves of Yi River, Jing Ke got on the high horse carriage. Apart from the original subordinates, Crown Prince Dan added another 200 soldiers and attendants.
Jing Ke cupped his hands at the Crown Prince. The carriages moved slowly and headed south along the Yi River.
Gao Jianli was still focused on playing the piano, and the guests were still singing.
Until Jing Ke's convoy completely disappeared from sight.
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His loyal heart bears a good reputation, caresses and builds proud chivalrous people.
The sword reflected the moon in the capital of Qin, and the wind whistled through the clouds.
A sad song becomes a smile, and a thousand cups of wine.
When casting a sword, you should break it, and I will fight with you.
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