VII

Fusu controlled his chaotic thoughts, raised his hand to test the temperature of Yingzheng's forehead, even after being wiped with ice water to cool down, it was still hot.The lips were dry and cracked, and the occasional unstoppable cough would cough up some dark blood clots.

Ying Zheng raised his eyes weakly and glanced at Fusu, and then lay down on his own. He was too tired, his whole body ached, and he didn't have the mind or energy to be suspicious of Fusu.He closed his eyes and fell asleep and said, "We will talk about everything in Pingyuanjin Palace."

Fusu meekly pulled the thin quilt for Yingzheng, knelt in front of the couch, wrung out the brocade handkerchief from time to time to wipe Yingzheng to cool down, once the water with crushed ice melted and became warmer, Fusu would replace it with a new basin, Doing what these maids do with his own hands, Fusu didn't feel wronged or unwilling, and his mood was unprecedentedly peaceful.

"Father trusts the son so much, isn't he afraid that the son will be bad for the father?" As usual, facing the majestic and domineering Ying Zheng, Fusu would never dare to say such a joke.Maybe the atmosphere was so good at this moment that he forgot his identity and said such treasonous words.

"Fusu, you don't have the guts." Ying Zheng said in a low voice, without even opening his eyes.

"Then why did the royal father think that Fusu wanted to murder you to usurp the throne when he saw Fusu before?" Fusu couldn't control his doubts, and asked again.

"Zhen..." Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes, looked at Fusu deeply, looked directly into Fusu's eyes, seemed to see through Fusu from the bottom of his heart, "I had a dream..."

"What dream?" Fusu asked curiously.

Ying Zheng didn't answer directly, but continued: "A dream that I have been having since the East Tour, but it has become more frequent in recent days."

"Is it the same dream?"

"Yes."

"What did you dream about?"

"die."

Maybe it was just casual chatting at first, but during this question and answer, Fu Su suddenly realized something, "Who died?"

"I."

Fusu's hands began to tremble uncontrollably again. He wanted to ask more questions, but he didn't dare.

Yingzheng stared at Fusu's eyes and smiled slowly, "It seems to be true..." With a sigh-like tone: "Fusu...Master Fusu...Su Er...you have brought soldiers here ?”

"Yes...but..." Fusu said in a panic, wanting to explain something.

"Don't rush to explain, I didn't blame you for anything, you did a good job..." Ying Zheng looked away and thought to himself, the time is really approaching, and people have become extraordinarily weak. "It's up to you to preside over the funeral... What has already been done once, this time everything can be done as usual."

Fusu grabbed Yingzheng's hand, choked up and said, "No, no, I won't let my father have trouble..." It was at this moment that Fusu suddenly understood everything. There are also reasonable explanations for various behaviors.He said, 'Fusu, you are too impatient... I'm not dead yet!I can't tolerate your presumptuousness! ’ He also said, ‘I haven’t set up a prince yet, Fusu, you can’t wait any longer? 'Because he had already foreseen death, he was extraordinarily calm.

"Su Er...you are kind by nature. If you take over the Great Qin Dynasty, you will definitely not be like this..." Ying Zheng whispered, with a fatherly teaching: "Guan Zhong's sick bed is not for human beings. Gentlemen are not usable. Li Si, Zhao Gao and others are not gentlemen, but I use them and reuse them. It is because they are really talented, great talents. And they are afraid of me, because they are afraid, so in one day, no one can overthrow me Heavens. When you first came to the throne, people’s minds changed. The officials are strong and the ruler is weak, and the ruler is weak. You can decide whether to kill or use in the future. Zhao Gaoluo's net is the weapon of the empire. It has two blades. If you can't control it, you can use Zhang Han to get rid of it. Mengshi's loyalty should not be taken for granted... cough cough ... Hu Hai... is my youngest son... I like it very much, let him accompany me..."

"Father Emperor..." Fusu listened silently, never interrupting Yingzheng, until Yingzheng finished speaking, Fusu said unhurriedly: "You have said so much, but have you ever thought about it, my son?" Don't want it?"

"Don't want it?" Ying Zheng frowned, "You don't want my country? Then why did you bring troops here?"

"I brought soldiers here in my previous life, not for the sake of the country, but for you..." Fusu sighed: "No matter how unfilial my son is, I will try to put you in peace."

Ying Zheng, who was seriously ill, was a little dull, and he said after a while: "So that's the case. Thinking about it, without my pressure, all ghosts and snakes have come out."

"Fusu... I don't want to die..." Following this last sentence, Ying Zheng fell silent.

Fusu panicked: "Father! Father!" Fusu's body broke out in cold sweat in an instant, it's impossible, it's impossible!There are at least seven days left, and he can still live for seven days!Stretching out his hand tremblingly, Fusu felt Ying Zheng's weak but still beating pulse, leaned over to listen to the fast heartbeat, and tried Ying Zheng's forehead again, the temperature finally dropped.

After pulling out the thin quilt and covering it for Ying Zheng, Fusu breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly stood up in the swaying frame. He was exhausted for a while, dizzy, unable to see clearly, put down the tulle, and Fusu staggered up. Before opening the car door, six horses were pulling the huge copper cart and galloping forward non-stop.Fu Su stretched out his hand to catch Meng Yi and asked tiredly, "Meng Shangqing, how long is it until you arrive at Pingyuanjin Palace?"

"Young Master Qi, I will arrive in less than half an hour, Your Majesty..."

Looking at Meng Yi who was hesitating to speak, Fu Su smiled slightly: "It's okay, I fell asleep...Father, have you ever eaten anything in the past few days?"

"Your Majesty hasn't eaten for several days." Meng Yi looked worried, "Your Majesty hates other people's words of death, so no one dares to speak, my lord, if you say something disrespectful, Your Majesty may not be able to survive this test... You have to do it as soon as possible Get ready..."

"Bold and resolute! Who gave you the courage to speak like this? Your Majesty has no period of ten thousand years. He is appointed by the heavens. Since he lives forever, he is the son of destiny. How could he leave this world so easily?" After saying this, Fusu did not make any noise, He just reprimanded Meng Yi in a low voice. Firstly, he didn’t want to wake up Yingzheng who had finally fallen asleep. Secondly, Fusu himself was also afraid. If he went, his life would be in vain.

Meng Yi was not frightened by Fusu, but he didn't say anything more, he just clasped his fists and saluted: "No."

It was when he hurried Fusu back to Yingzheng's bedside that he was frightened, and he didn't feel relieved until he knelt in front of the bed and held Yingzheng's warm hand.

When they arrived at Pingyuanjin Palace, Fusu told everyone to stop before waking Yingzheng up.He changed Ying Zheng's sweaty underwear with his own hands, tied his hair in a bun, and changed into casual clothes before helping Ying Zheng get off the carriage.

As soon as he got off the carriage, Yingzheng shook off Fusu's supporting hand, and walked slowly but steadily in front of the crowd, not missing the slightest sign of illness. Now not only Meng Yi was worried, but even Fusu also walked a few steps quickly, before leaving Yingzheng. Half a step away, he followed anxiously, fearing that Ying Zheng would not be able to hold on for a while, and would collapse halfway under the eyes of everyone.If the news gets out, the empire will shake, people will change their minds, assassins from the six countries will come, and hundreds of families will be in turmoil. As for the Xianyang emperor's capital, his younger brothers and sisters are not easy-going lamps.

Obviously, Ying Zheng also knew that the safety of the entire Great Qin Empire depended on him, and he could not die now, at least he had to go to Xianyang to arrange everything to die, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.So he insisted, and went to the bedroom where Fusu arranged to rest. When no one was there, as soon as Yingzheng entered, he held the door frame and covered his lips tremblingly.But he still couldn't cover it, unlike before, he just spat out bloody blood clots intermittently, but this time, bright red blood was continuously overflowing from his fingers, and there was a puddle of blood on the ground in a short while.

Fusu turned pale with fright, and helped Ying Zheng, who was half unconscious, to the edge of the collapse, and ordered the maid to fetch the medical officer and fetch water with a handkerchief. Before the medical officer arrived, Fusu had already hugged Ying Zheng in his arms In the middle, one hand clapped the back with the other, and the clothes on Fusu's chest were wetted by Ying Zheng's vomited blood. Fusu became more and more flustered. Chu Xuening Dan stuffed it into Ying Zheng's mouth.

When the medical officer arrived, Yingzheng had already lost consciousness. Seeing this situation, he took out a blood ginseng plant as thick as an adult's arm from the medicine box with shaking hands, cut a thick slice, and handed it to Fusu: " Young Master, please stuff it into His Majesty's mouth quickly."

Fusu's hands were also shaking, and he stuffed the blood ginseng into Ying Zheng's mouth as the medical officer said. Seeing that Ying Zheng had calmed down, he asked the medical officer to take the pulse.At this time, Fusu discovered that Yingzheng's high fever had all subsided, leaving only a cold body.

"Young Master, Your Majesty has not recovered from a long illness. At this moment, your body is weak, your limbs are cold, your pulse is weak, your spleen is deficient, you eat less, your lungs are deficient, and you are coughing..."

"Get to the point!" Fusu said angrily, interrupting the medical officer's chatter.

The medical officer really wanted to say something directly: prepare for the funeral.But thinking of the identities of Yingzheng and Fusu, he had no choice but to turn around and take out the blood ginseng, and said respectfully: "My lord, this thousand-year-old blood ginseng is dedicated to His Majesty, slice it into your mouth, and take it out and replace it with another slice until it tastes nothing. Only then can you save your life."

"Have you run out of blood ginseng?" Fu Su asked softly.

"..." Fusu's words seemed to frighten the medical officer, who prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing desperately, but dared not speak.

Fusu closed his eyes, waved his hands and said, "I won't make things difficult for you, just go down."

The rare blood ginseng was cut in half by Fu Su, and he ordered the maid to stew it until it was soft and crushed into a paste. Fu Su sat by the couch, picked up the unconscious Ying Zheng, and fed it bit by bit.If possible, he would not want Yingzheng to suffer from this illness, but the time he spent with Yingzheng was so short that there were only a few days left, and he still had a lot to say to Yingzheng. This left Ying Zheng awake, waiting for a long, hopeless awakening.Let him be willful for once, at least, at least before the blood ginseng runs out, he can take care of Ying Zheng by his side, talk to Ying Zheng, and in the days to come, he will have extra memories for himself to cherish slowly.

Ying Zheng woke up in the middle of the night, and saw Fu Su lying on the side of the couch as soon as he woke up. Ying Zheng didn't want to disturb Fu Su, but it must be uncomfortable for Fu Su to fall asleep in this position.So he patted Fusu's head and said, "Fusu, wake up, go back to sleep."

Fu Su stood up in a daze, turned around, and was about to leave. Just as he opened the door, he was blown by the cold wind. After regaining his senses, he closed the door again, and returned to Ying Zheng's side and said, "Father, what would you like to eat?"

Ying Zheng said, "What time is it?"

Fusu turned his head to look at the hourglass, and said, "It's just arrived at Yinshi."

Ying Zheng bowed his head and thought for a while, "Go to sleep for two hours, leave at Chenshi, and return to Xianyang."

"Father!" Fu Su was a little annoyed, and shouted in a low voice: "Your body is not suitable for traveling at this moment."

Ying Zheng raised his eyes to look at Fusu, and said coldly: "Fusu, remember your identity!" After a pause, he said, "Don't you want this country? This huge empire always wants There is someone to take over. Hu Hai's success is more than failure, but I still have other sons, so I'm afraid I can't choose one who can take on the big responsibility?"

Had known so!This person's momentary weakness made Fusu lose his sense of proportion, forgetting that he was the first emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, and how strong and resolute this person was, who would not be left behind or threatened.

Seeing Fusu's silence, Yingzheng suddenly said: "Fusu, can you tell me why everyone covets the imperial throne and you don't want it?"

Fusu bowed his head and laughed softly: "What does this empire...have to do with me?"

"Presumptuous!" Ying Zheng shouted in a low voice: "You are the eldest son of Daqin, the eldest son of Zhen, why is it irrelevant?"

"Royal father..." Fusu escaped with a dagger from his arms with a smile, pierced his arm fiercely under Ying Zheng's vigilant eyes, and pulled out the dagger.Stretching out his injured hand in front of Ying Zheng, he said, "Father, please look, this is the immortal body you can't ask for..."

Ying Zheng's eyes moved to the arm of the armrest, and he grabbed it in shock, and said sharply, "Where's the wound?"

"Wound?" Fusu smiled. "Of course it's fine..."

In an instant, Yingzheng's eyes on Fusu changed, a little greedy, a little jealous, and most of all suddenly realized. "Who are you?"

"My son is Fusu, your eldest son Fusu..." Fusu smiled and said, "A Fusu who has lived for many, many years, a ghost wandering in the world..."

"What do you want?" Putting away his surprise, Ying Zheng put on the mask of the king again, secretly weighing the gains and losses.

"It's what you want...my royal father..." Fusu's voice was bewitching, like a cunning hunter luring prey into his net.

"What do I want?" Ying Zheng whispered, "You don't know very well? I want to live forever. I want the Great Qin to last for thousands of years. I want the world to obey and all people to return to their hearts..."

"Father, my son here has a pill..." Fusu took out a small bottle made of cold jade from his bosom, and put it in Yingzheng's hand, "It's not an elixir of life."

Ying Zheng squeezed the bottle tightly and said, "What is it?"

"Xuening Pill, there is only one in the world..." Fusu said with a smile: "I have traveled thousands of miles to get it for you. This medicine can keep you from dying, but it has a disadvantage. When will I wake up..."

Ying Zheng sneered, and threw away the jade bottle casually: "I'm afraid I'm going to be sleepless from now on..."

Now Fusu panicked, and took the jade bottle in a hurry. The cold jade bottle is fragile. Once it is broken, the Xuening Pill will fall to the ground. two.

Fusu's flustered and nervous expression made Yingzheng smile, and he regained the initiative in the negotiation. He, who was at a disadvantage from the beginning, finally found Fusu's weakness at this moment. "Fusu, you're still too tender after all... It's unwise to reveal your hole cards too early."

Fu Su clenched the jade bottle in his hand and remained silent. He lost, or in other words, he never won.Because his bargaining chips were never in his hands, but in Ying Zheng's hands.In this case, if Ying Zheng didn't know what he was holding, he could still give it a fair go, but Ying Zheng had clearly realized it at this moment.

"My life... Fusu, you are more nervous than me..."