Saint Qin Batu

When Yan Dan heard Zhao Zheng praise his master, he also had a complacent expression on his face, but then he thought of something, restrained his smile, and asked: "Zheng, you are about my age, according to the rules of your state of Qin , why don't you see someone come to teach you?"

Zhao Zheng shook his head. Although Yan Dan was much smarter than children of the same age, he was still only a six or seven-year-old child in the final analysis.The two are both protons, and they grew up in Handan City, so it is inevitable that they know little about the news between the six countries.If I didn't know a little bit of history, I'm afraid I would feel confused.

Zhao Zheng replied with a smile: "My mother has already found a capable teacher for me. Although he is not very famous, his ability is beyond doubt."

"Really?" Yan Dan couldn't believe it. If there is really any capable teacher in Handan City, why would the father spend a lot of money to hire the Mohist tycoon Liuzhi Heixia in Wei State?

"Of course, I heard from my mother that the teacher has made countless connections with talented people from all over the world!" Zhao Zheng said "excitedly".

Yan Dan frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Okay, if you encounter any questions you don't understand in the future, you can ask me, I will ask the teacher for advice."

After hearing Yan Dan's words, Zhao Zheng felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.I don't have any doubts, how did Qin Shihuang in history have a petty relationship with his own to the point of killing each other?

No matter what the history is, and no matter what the plot of Qin Shimingyue is, looking at Yan Dan's immature face, Zhao Zheng made up his mind in his heart, no matter what happens in the future, he will keep Yan Dan alive, even if he will hinder his unification great cause.

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Chapter 13 The Secret of Qin

In the state of Qin, in a magnificent palace, the two were pecking each other and drinking.

Sitting at the top was a middle-aged man in a black python robe. His upright facial features looked a bit clouded under the dim oil lamp. This man was Zhao Zheng's biological father, Zhao Zichu, the son of Qin.

"No Wei, how long will it take?" Zi Chu's voice was not as gloomy as he seemed now, but full of masculinity, and he stared at another middle-aged man in the hall, revealing both Kind of like and eager.

"My lord, the king's health has begun to fail, and he will die in five years at most..." Lu Buwei said in a low voice.

"My son knows, but don't forget. After the king is gone, there will be Lord An, when will it be my turn!" Zi Chu said, staring at Lu Buwei.

"My lord, please be at ease. It is well known that An Guojun is weak and sick. It will be much easier to prescribe the medicine then." Lu Buwei said respectfully.

"Can you..."

"My lord!" Lu Buwei interrupted with a growl before Zi Chu finished speaking.

"That's all." Zhao Zichu waved his hands in disappointment.

"I hope you will understand me! Your Majesty is a hero of the generation, not to mention resourceful, but also possesses profound internal strength. If the dose is increased, not only the Majesty will be aware of it, but also the CRRC Mansion." Lu Buwei He arched his hands and persuaded.

Zhao Zichu listened to Lu Buwei's explanation, but did not make any answer. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "My lord has endured it for so long, and I am flattering Mrs. Huayang and the Chu family with low eyebrows. Naturally, I don't care about waiting a few more years." !"

"Thank you for your understanding, my lord." Lu Buwei said with a sigh of relief.

In the main hall, there was only the sound of two people drinking lightly. After a while, Lu Buwei got up and said to Zi Chu: "My lord, it's getting late. If there is nothing else, I will leave."

"Yeah!" Zhao Zichu picked up his wine glass and agreed casually.

In the face of Zhao Zichu's slightly unreasonable behavior, Lu Buwei didn't care, but bowed again politely, and slowly retreated towards the door.

"Chaoshang, or Qin, how many people from your miscellaneous families are there?" Just as Lu Buwei was about to walk to the door, Zi Chu in the hall suddenly asked loudly.

Lu Buwei paused when he heard the sound, his hands in his wide sleeves clenched slightly, and then quickly released them.Lu Buwei turned around, bowed his hands, and replied respectfully, "As many people are helping the young master, as many people are from miscellaneous families."

"So Fan Xiang is also one of yours?!" Zhao Zichu said slightly angrily.

"There is no mutual contact between the miscellaneous families, and the subordinates don't know whether Fan Xiang is from the miscellaneous families." Lu Buwei said without changing his tone.

"Really?" Zhao Zichu said with narrowed eyes.

"Don't dare to deceive the son."

"Let's go!" Zhao Zichu waved his hand, indicating that Lu Buwei can go out.

"Here!"

After Lu Buwei left, a luxuriously dressed beauty walked out slowly from the side door.

"He lied to me after all!" Zhao Zichu slammed the cup in his hand on the ground, and said angrily.

"He's a merchant, he's just a rare commodity to live in." The beauty walked slowly to Zhao Zichu, picked up the wine glass that had been placed on the ground, and placed it on the table in front of Zhao Zichu.

"That's right! You can live in rare goods, but they are famous all over the world!"

"Husband, don't be upset. If he is Lu Buwei, or if the miscellaneous people behind him have nothing to ask for, wouldn't that be a joke? Husband will still use him?" Li Ren comforted softly.

"Oh! This statement is true. Just wait! One day, my son will sit on the throne dignifiedly, and let them prostrate at my feet!"

"Husband, don't worry, uncle and the others will definitely help you, but..." Beauty's eyes were full of brilliance.

"Don't worry, Ai Ji, my throne will definitely belong to Jiao Er."

"Thank you, Husband." Li Ren gently leaned her body into Zhao Zichu's arms, and said snugglingly.

At night, the streets of Xianyang were empty, and occasionally a group of well-dressed armored Qin soldiers walked by.

A simple and unpretentious carriage was slowly driving on the streets of Xianyang. On both sides of the carriage, more than a dozen warriors with swords walked neatly to protect the carriage.

"Huh!" When the carriage passed a corner, a breeze blew by, slightly lifting the curtain behind the carriage.

In the carriage, Lu Buwei glanced at the visitor, and slowly stood up.

The visitor bent down, handed a wooden sign to Lu Buwei, and there was no other words.

"Whoosh!" Another sound.Beside the carriage, the last samurai who was walking looked back vigilantly. In the silent street, not to mention people, not even an ant.The samurai shook his head in doubt, then straightened his posture and continued to move forward.

Just after the warrior turned his head, a black shadow quickly flew over the house.

"Stop!" The carriage drove forward not long before it was stopped by a group of patrol sergeants.

"Who are you! Why are you still walking on the streets after the curfew!" The chief of the pair of sergeants yelled, and casually signaled his subordinates to raise their long swords, presenting a half-surrounded state to the group of people, and some even pulled out their spears. A rocket was launched, ready to send a distress signal at any time.

The people around the carriage didn't panic, they didn't draw out their long swords when facing the sergeant holding a spear, and they didn't even change their formation.

In front of the carriage, a warrior took out a token from his sleeve, and said to Shi Chang: "My lord is a guest of Mr. Zichu, and today you have a banquet. This is your token."

Shi Chang squinted his eyes, and by the faint firelight, he could vaguely see the appearance of "Gongzi Zichu" written in Qin Xiaozhuan on the token.

Chief Shi raised his hand, motioned his subordinates to put away their spears, and walked forward by himself.

Shi Zhang didn't take the token, but went to the carriage and said respectfully, "Please see me, sir!"

There was no movement in the carriage for a long time, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became more dignified.The soldiers of Qin State and the warriors guarding the carriage involuntarily clenched their weapons tightly.

Just when Shi Chang was about to lose his patience, there was finally a sound from inside the carriage.

"Thank you, General!" The curtains of the carriage were slowly lifted.A middle-aged man with a bushy beard stooped out of the carriage.

"Don't dare, Mr. Lao is here." Shi Chang bowed and said.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Lu Buwei turned around, ready to go back into the carriage.