Xuan 'er? Shouldn't it be Brother Xuan?
With the experience of soul transmigration from the previous few times.
Ying Zheng was already used to this.
This was because each time his soul attached itself to Fu Su's body, it would not last long.
A few hours at most.
Ying Zheng's consciousness would return to his body!
"Is this considered…trapping myself?”
Ying Zheng could not help but smile bitterly.
He originally wanted to punish Fu Su.
He never thought that…
It was his turn to experience this jail time!
The world was unpredictable…
He shook the dust off his body.
Ying Zheng raised his head and examined the structure of the death cell of the Supreme Court once again.
This place was dark and narrow, and the living environment was extremely harsh.
The only window to contact the outside world.
It was only the size of a palm.
Moreover, it was hanging on the city wall that was several meters high.
Ordinary people could not touch it at all.
The reason why it was designed like this.
It was most likely to prevent prisoners from escaping.
After sizing up the environment of the prison.
Ying Zheng was sitting cross-legged with a blank look on his face.
For some reason.
Ying Zheng suddenly felt that things had changed.
Ever since he was young, he had followed his mother, Lady Zhao, and fled back to the State of Qin under Lao Ai's protection.
Since then, Ying Zheng had never been imprisoned again.
He would never forget it.
Back then, when he was a hostage in Zhao, he had suffered inhuman persecutions.
After the Battle of Changping.
The Marquis of Wuan, Baiqi, who was known as the God of Slaughter, had used inhuman methods to kill over 400,000 soldiers of the State of Zhao.
Kill.
As the name suggested, it was to dig a big pit and bury the person inside, only exposing the head outside.
Then, he would use a sharp blade to cut off his head and kill him!
The degree of cruelty was evident.
After learning that all the surrendered soldiers of Zhao had been killed by the Qin army.
The entire country of Zhao was furious!
Although the Zhao people could not take revenge on the powerful Qin people.
However, Ying Zheng and his mother, who were hostages in Zhao Country, were still alive.
He became the only punching bag.
Ying Zheng did not know how he had survived all those years.
He was thrown into a sack by the Zhao people and kicked around like a ball.
The Zhao people tied him up by the neck and hung him at the city gate as a public display.
He was stripped naked by the Zhao people and pushed into the bone-chilling water…
Torturing without killing!
If it wasn't for his mother, Zhao Ji, who risked her life to protect him.
They were even willing to be humiliated in exchange for Ying Zheng's safety.
How could there be Qin Shihuang, who had made contributions to the Three Emperors and had virtue as well as the Five Emperors?
How could there be an undying hegemony that could sweep across the eight wastelands and unify the world?
He would probably have turned into a pile of dirt…
Although this was an extremely humiliating history.
After the First Emperor invaded Handan and destroyed Zhao, he was also wiped out.
However, history could be erased, but humiliation could not.
For Ying Zheng, that experience was worse than death.
It was like a burning red brand that was deeply engraved in the depths of his soul.
It would be difficult to cure in a lifetime…
" Sigh, I'm really getting on in years. I'm thinking about some illusory past again…"
Ying Zheng smiled bitterly, his eyes blurred by his tears.
"Fu Su, this is your meal. You only have fifteen minutes. Hurry up and eat it!”
At this moment.
The jailer's rough voice sounded.
Then, he said,
A dark object was thrown at Ying Zheng's feet.
Ying Zheng frowned and glared at the impolite jailer.
"What are you looking at?" The jailer sneered. Do you think you're so great just because you're His Majesty's son? To tell you the truth, this is the death cell of the chief justice. Nobody has ever left this cell alive, including you…"
After saying those harsh words.
The jailer was too lazy to respond to Ying Zheng, so he turned around and left.
"Bastard, after my consciousness returns to my main body, I will definitely cut you in half!”
Ying Zheng, who was filled with anger and had nowhere to release it.
He could only pick up the black ball under his feet and knead it hard.
A miraculous scene happened.
This black ball that was treated as food…
It was actually as hard as iron and could not be crushed no matter how hard he pinched it.
"This…this thing is for people to eat?”
Ying Zheng's face turned extremely ugly.
He casually threw the black ball to the side and closed his eyes to rest.
At this moment, Ying Zheng wanted to leave Fusu's body as soon as possible.
He didn't want to stay there for even a second longer.
Unfortunately,
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
As time passed.
Ying Zheng's consciousness showed no signs of returning to his body.
At the same time.
A rumbling sense of hunger crept into Ying Zheng's heart.
"Damn it, why do I feel hungry at this time?？”
Ying Zheng's face turned ugly." Do I really have to eat that black thing to satisfy my hunger?" he murmured. Preposterous!"
Even though he was very unwilling.
However, in order to satisfy his hunger.
Ying Zheng could only stand up and look for the black ball that he had just thrown into the corner.
Unfortunately, when Ying Zheng found it.
The black ball was covered with all kinds of filthy insects.
There was no way to eat it…
Helpless.
Ying Zheng, who was already so hungry that he had no strength left, said,
He could only sit on the ground dejectedly and smile bitterly.
Who would have thought that he was the emperor of a generation, the supreme First Emperor?
There was also a day when he was hungry.
At this moment,
Ying Zheng could not help but recall those rebels in Chen County who had joined the riot because they had no food to eat.
Ying Zheng finally understood how miserable the lives of starving people were.
"Did I really do something wrong? Why would the heavens give me such a strange experience and let me feel the pain of the disaster victims?”
Ying Zheng frowned and reflected.
At this moment.
A burst of delicious aroma of food wafted into Ying Zheng's nose along with the surrounding air.
After smelling the fragrance of the food.
Ying Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up. His great appetite had helped him regain his strength.
Who was it?
Who came to visit me?
Ying Zheng was filled with longing!
After a while.
A handsome young master carrying a lunchbox appeared in front of Ying Zheng's eyes.
It was Young Master Ying Xuan!
After seeing Ying Xuan and the food box in his hand, she felt a little uneasy.
Without even thinking, Ying Zheng hurriedly stood up and said excitedly,""That's great, Xuan 'er, you're finally here!”
What?
Xuan…Xuan 'er?
Shouldn't he be called Brother Xuan?
Ying Xuan's face instantly turned strange.
His gaze towards 'Fu Su' also became complicated.
Fu Su.
This Young Master treats you as his own brother!
But you treat me like your son…
……
(Please, please, please, please!）
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