"Mr. Lu, we're all acquaintances. There's no need to be so formal.”
Lady Zhao spoke softly. Her gentle voice was as if it was smeared with honey, so sweet that it moistened one's heart.
"Yes, yes!"
Lu Buwei nodded repeatedly." I came here today to greet you after hearing that Madam and Young Master have returned to the country. Now that I've seen you, I'll return to the residence first and leave some time and space for the Crown Prince and Madam to have a good gathering."”
"Sir, are you leaving already?"
Ying Zichu urged him to stay.
Lu Buwei shook his head and said with a smile,""I won't disturb the Crown Prince's reunion. I will come visit again in a few days.”
Lu Buwei had wanted to say something about Ying Zheng, but now that he saw Ying Zheng, he did not want to say anything more, at least not in front of him.
Therefore, he left in a hurry.
"Alright then, I won't keep you any longer.”
When Ying Zichu saw this, he didn't urge them to stay any longer. After all, he hadn't seen his beloved wife and son for six to seven years, and he missed them dearly.
Especially his beloved wife's dance and posture, which made him yearn for her.
He used to be a hostage. His father, An Guojun, had more than 20 children. He was not favored, and his mother was not favored either, so he was sent to Zhao as a hostage. During that time, he only had one woman, Zhao Ji, to comfort his heart.
The two of them had gone through hardships together.
Thus, Ying Zichu had always had a special feeling for Zhao Ji.
Back then, Ying Zichu had no choice but to abandon his wife and son and flee back to the Qin country. In fact, he had always been filled with torment.
After six or seven years, they finally met again. He really wanted to express his thoughts.
"Zheng 'er, let's go too."
Lady Zhao came back to her senses, pulled Ying Zheng's hand, turned around and said.
"En, Zheng 'er is a little tired. Go and rest first. I won't disturb mother and father.”
Ying Zheng nodded. After walking halfway, he let go of Lady Zhao's hand and said softly.
"That's good too. You've been tired all day, Zheng 'er. You should rest early. Tomorrow, I'll go wake you up.”
Lady Zhao smiled, not suspecting anything. She rubbed Ying Zheng's head and then let go.
……
After returning to his residence, Ying Zheng let out an inexplicable sigh.
"Xianyang."
"I just don't know how effective it will be today.”
Ying Zheng was deep in thought, and then he recalled the voice in his mind.
"System?"
Host: Ying Zheng
[Cultivation: None]
[Cultivation Method: Yang Technique]
All things: "Records of the Historian,""Lei Si Jing," Yi Shen Dan.
"Records of the Historian?"
Ying Zheng had long wanted to see what this so-called system reward was. With a thought, a pile of bamboo slips appeared in his hand.
The words on it were the Qin seal script that he recognized.
"Qin Benji?"
Ying Zheng soon found the content that interested him.
It was the fifth and sixth volumes.
"These are all things I have learned, and they are not much different from what I know.”
Soon, Ying Zheng finished reading the Chronicles of Qin and opened the sixth volume, Chronicles of Qin Shihuang.
Two hours passed.
Ying Zheng's young and handsome face gradually turned gloomy. The records in this book were even more detailed than what he had dreamed of.
He saw a few annoying names.
He also saw the ending.
"Die in the second lifetime?"
Ying Zheng slowly closed his eyes and calmed himself down.
After a long time, he opened his eyes." It seems that this book is not fake. Although I don't know what the system is, I have it now. I won't repeat the same mistake again.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Zheng's dark eyes were fixed, filled with determination.
"So I died of illness?"
"Looks like I need to cultivate martial arts. Even if it's not to kill enemies, it can prolong my life!”
Ying Zheng was an extraordinary person, and he soon regained his composure. The historical records in his hands disappeared as well, and the book was still there. He could flip through it at any time.
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng slowly sat down.
He knew martial arts, and the internal art he was practicing now was the Yang Art. It was passed down from his mother, Lady Zhao, and he had started to lay the foundation two years ago.
However, due to his weak body and lack of resources, he spent a lot of time reading and practicing calligraphy. Therefore, although he cultivated for two years, his progress was not great.
It was far from even reaching the level of a third-rate.
However, the current world was still a world of power.
Even if a Grandmaster could fight against hundreds of enemies at once, they could only run for their lives when faced with thousands of regular cavalry.
Experts were more suitable for assassinations, bodyguards, protecting themselves in chaotic armies, or wandering the martial world.
How difficult was it to defy the heavens with one's own strength?
After a long while, Ying Zheng opened his eyes.
"No wonder many people are only third-rate in their entire lives. Cultivation really isn't that simple.”
Ying Zheng shook his head slightly. He did not know how talented he was in the field of martial arts, as there was no comparison. However, he was not in a hurry.
He was only eight or nine years old.
There was plenty of time.
Cultivation was divided into third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, super-first-rate, grandmaster, and great grandmaster.
Among them, the first-class experts were already the most famous top-notch experts in the world, capable of fighting against a hundred alone, and they were also elites. Many people could not even reach this level in their thirties or forties. As for the super-class experts and grandmasters, they were experts who were strong enough to establish their own sects, and Ying Zheng did not know much about them.
"I remember that there is still a pill."
[Remembrance Pill: Enhances one's memory to the point of eidetic memory. It can also increase one's cultivation to a certain extent.]
Looking at the green pill the size of a pinky finger in his hand, a hint of hesitation appeared on Ying Zheng's face, because the origin of this pill was unknown.
But soon, Ying Zheng made a decision. After all, the so-called 'system' had no reason to harm him. Besides, he had seen what would happen two thousand years later in his dream, and he seemed to have heard of this term before.
As he took the pill, Ying Zheng began to cultivate again.
This time, with the help of the pill, his speed was ten times faster than before, even if the main effect of this pill was not to increase his cultivation.
The pill melted in his mouth, and Ying Zheng's little face gradually contorted in pain. At this moment, he felt as if his head was being pricked by thousands of needles.
Fortunately, Ying Zheng had experienced hardships since he was young, and could endure pain that ordinary people could not.
Two hours later.
As the medicinal power disappeared, Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes.
"It's done."
……
This night was destined to be sleepless.
It was not a big deal for a hostage to return to the country, but it had caused a huge uproar for Ying Zheng.
When the spies planted in Xianyang heard this, they recorded it and reported it back.
In the Imperial Clan Court, the members of the Imperial Clan also gathered.
"What do you think of that kid today?”
Someone asked.
"How could an eight-year-old child know so much? Someone must be behind this.”
"Maybe it's that Lu Buwei."
One of the middle-aged men immediately rejected the idea. He did not believe that an eight-year-old child could say such heroic words.
"I feel that this child is not ordinary."
Someone retorted.
"Alright, the king is still here, the crown prince is still here. Whether this child has the ability or not, it's not his turn yet.”
"It's easy to break if you just pass!"
"What Lord Wei Yang said makes sense."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
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