[Comprehensive] Shining like the sun and the moon

Gong Zijiu looked like a star chasing boy, his eyes were full of eagerness to try.

Tan Zhao is physically exhausted at the moment, but his spirit is very excited, and he doesn't feel sleepy. Naturally, he doesn't mind hitting the young man's fighting spirit: "Turn around, and then be hanged and beaten by your idol?"

"You're talking nonsense! Zhang Liang is not that kind of person at all!" For idols, even big shots can fight with reason.

Tan Zhao couldn't help poking Young Master Jiu's wound with his hand: "It's getting dark, let the carriage stop."

"Oh." Young Master Jiu responded in a low voice, Zhao Gao's group of people were still fainted on the carriage behind, he got out of the carriage and stopped the horse that was walking with them, and then stopped.

It was cold and cloudy at night this winter, if he hadn't held the amulet made by the boss, he wouldn't have dared to get out of the carriage, and there were whimpering sounds all around, Young Master Jiu closed his eyes and hurried back to the carriage.

"The horses are tied up, why don't you eat something first, big brother."

Tan Zhao looked at the young master's wine, took a casual bite of the steamed bun, and then said, "Aren't you afraid?"

Young Master Jiu snorted, poured a glass of water and handed it over: "Manly man, just close your eyes and pass!"

...Young man, I have every reason to suspect that you came back without tying your horse.

"Ah, I almost forgot, those fugitives from Chengdan..." Young Master Jiu suddenly remembered the group of fugitives who had been controlled.

"Your idol Zhang Liang will take care of it."

Hearing this, Young Master Jiu immediately felt relieved: "That's right, Mr. Zhang Liang is so talented, it seems that I don't need to worry about it."

Tan Zhao said angrily, "Even if we want to, we can't control it..."

"Ah—it hurts!"

Young Master Jiu suddenly hugged his chest and rolled all over the car, with bruised veins on his face. If Tan Zhao hadn't stopped him in time, Young Master Jiu's chest might have been scratched to the point where it was covered with wounds.

"pain--"

"Chirp, chirp!" Feng Li suddenly woke up from Tan Zhao's shoulder, looking eager to try.

"Don't make trouble, he just got angry."

"Ha!"

Tan Zhao's body is empty at the moment, without any spiritual power. Even if there is a way to relieve the other party's pain, it is too difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. Fortunately, he healed the other party's wound with deer live grass during the day, otherwise Now the two of them are really going to cry every day, and the ground is not working.

"Hold on!"

It's a pity that Young Master Jiu was in such pain that he couldn't hear any sound at all, his whole body was controlled by the boundless pain spreading from his chest, and even a hallucination appeared before his eyes.

He seemed to have become a peasant at the foot of the Great Wall. He fell down when he was tired and became another person. He was working every day without getting tired or tired. The pain in his body almost tore his whole body apart. .

"Ah—" Young Master Jiu screamed out in pain, arousing the grievances outside. Seeing this, Tan Zhao finally stretched out his hand and knocked him out with a knife.

"Haw?"

"If it's just ordinary resentment entering the body, I can pull it out for others when I recover my strength, and it can be relieved even if I spend a few more days in the sun." Tan Zhao sighed, "The difficulty is that this resentment is caused by the suffering of the first emperor. Produced by servitude, the son's wine is the son of the Qin Dynasty, and if the son does his work, in a sense, the father's debt has been paid by the son."

"Haw?"

Tan Zhao rubbed Fengli's little head, handed over a fruit, and took out the last jug of ice wine in the system space, took a sip, and sure enough, his internal organs felt much better: "Little ancestor, you are really sharp. , Young Master Jiu is not a man here, the heavens reject him, and take advantage of his unpreparedness to kill him, it is clear that he is taking advantage of the fire to rob."

System: You really dare to think, so you are not afraid of Tianlei's warning from Tiandao's father?

[Just talking to myself, Father Tiandao is so magnanimous, how could he care about a small person like me. ]

Father Tiandao: Don't eat rainbow farts, take them away!

Fengli heard the words, couldn't help but tilted his head, with a cute look: "Chirp chirp chirp!"

"Oh, my little ancestor is concerned about me. Don't worry, your owner is not so calculating. You can eat the fruit with peace of mind." Oh, my little ancestor's head is soft, so easy to touch.

Fengli hugged the fruit and gnawed it with peace of mind. As long as the food reserves were fine, it was happy not to worry.

So, if you want to get rid of your grievances, there is only one way.

On the second day, when the sun came out, Young Master Jiu finally woke up faintly. Upon waking up, he learned such a sad news. It was a blow to his head: "I... can I really do it?"

Gongzijiu spread out his palm, it was fleshy, without any calluses, he looked like a pampered person, he knew that he could create something new with the experience of later generations, but other than that, he had nothing I will.

He doesn't even recognize the characters of this era, and his writing is even more messy. Can he really purify the grievances of hundreds of thousands of people who built the Great Wall?

This sounds like a fairy tale, if he has the ability of a boss, maybe he can think about it a little bit.

"Then we can only wait to die."

The young master asked his concubine with wine like a mourner: "Is it so cruel?"

Tan Zhao also has no other options, at least he has no other options: "Who made you so enthusiastic and kind?"

"Hey, it's true that good people don't get rewarded these days. I thought it was a hero who saved the beauty. Who knows that beauty is a femme fatale, and it's fine, but she even took her own life into it. Why is my life so hard!" Young Master Jiu lay on the ground and began to howl.

The carriage drove slowly towards the outside of Youzhou City.

This time, Tan Zhao's vitality was also considered to be seriously injured. He didn't want to mediate with Zhao Gao and others, so he made people dizzy all the time.

The night in Shuofang was exceptionally cold. The further he walked towards the Great Wall of Youzhou, the wound of Young Master Jiu became more and more uncomfortable. He thought to himself that this trip was really a disaster. Not only did he not enjoy the kang he had studied for a long time, but he even died. I got in, but I didn't help at all, it was nothing.

"Boss, if I die, can I trouble you to bury me in Fuzhou, Fujian? That is my hometown in modern times."

"give up?"

Young Master Jiu shook his head: "No, it's a perfect plan."

Tan Zhao pondered for a while, then nodded in response. After another half an hour, he would arrive at the garrison station.

"who?"

The young master Fusu received the news when he was looking for the cause of the collapse on the collapsed city wall. He knew that the court would definitely send people to prevent the situation from getting out of control, so he was willing to risk himself, but Zhao Gaohe did not succeed. Nine younger brothers.

"Where are they?"

"Young Master, Zhao Langzhong was ambushed on the way, and he is still unconscious at the moment. The Ninth Young Master is fine and is in the camp at the moment."

"Not leading the way yet."

To be honest, when Young Master Jiu came to this world, before Zhong Huan appeared, the one who gave him the most sense of security was definitely Young Master Fusu.Fusu is like a perfect elder brother, he is kind and generous, not as ruthless and cold as Shihuang's father. If it was just for living at the beginning, then he sincerely hopes that Fusu can reach a high position later.

What Hu Hai, Zhao Gao, Li Si, and the bosses were all overthrown, but... the reality is unexpectedly skinny.

"Brother!"

When the two brothers met, Tan Zhao touched his nose, and stood quietly in front of the background board. He didn't tell the situation of Zhao Gao and others until the two had a similar conversation.

Fu Su was shocked immediately: "There is such a thing?"

To be honest, it is a pity that Fusu died in history. Almost everyone who heard this history would have a hypothesis: If the young master Fusu did not commit suicide after receiving the false decree, what would happen to the Qin Dynasty?

Different from his mischievous younger brother Hu Hai, the son Fusu is very popular, and he is not that harsh, but in the current situation, can he really turn the tide?

"That's true."

Young Master Fusu's expression was obviously a bit ugly. He might not have believed it all, but the tragedies he had seen these days were all true: "Please don't say anything about this matter, sir."

Tan Zhao cupped his hands: "Here."

Tired of traveling all the way, Tan Zhao agreed to come down, and someone invited him to go down to rest. Naturally, he didn't object, but just gave Young Master Jiu a look, and asked him to come to him at night.

Gongzijiu was used to being knocked out every night, so he nodded with disgust.

In the evening, after Tan Zhao ate a crude military meal, he waited for the son's wine, which was already suppressing the pain.

"Are you ok?"

"not good!"

As soon as the words fell, Young Master Jiu was knocked out. Tan Zhao lit a requiem incense, and the matter was settled, except...

"Since the eldest son is here, please come in."

In fact, Tan Zhao didn't expect Prince Jiu to deceive Prince Fusu. After all, the son brought up by Shihuang's father was by no means a fool.

Sure enough, the shadow of the candle moved slightly, and the slender young master Fusu appeared in the tent.

"What do you mean sir?"

"When I encountered an ambush on the road, the Ninth Young Master's resentment entered his body."

Fusu frowned: "Can't it be removed?"

"No, he is not blessed with blessings like the Eldest Young Master, but he was born in the royal family. The grievances of a hundred thousand civilians will not let up, and the things in the Ninth Young Master's body will not go away."

"Why is there only small wine?"

Tan Zhao put the young master's wine on the soft couch: "The eldest son already understands in his heart, so why do you need to go down and talk too much?"

"What about Mr. Zhao and the others?"

Tan Zhao also dared to say: "Wolves are ambitious, and those who come are not good."

The atmosphere fell into a strange silence, Young Master Fusu stared at the calm and composed person in front of him, and after a while he said, "Then, sir, do you have a solution?"

Putting away the pretense, Tan Zhao's behavior has always been very decisive: "Don't let it stop, but let it mess you up."

"presumptuous!"

"Sir said yes."

If Young Master Jiu was still awake, he would definitely admire the boss, he deserved to be a boss, and anyone would dare to hate him when he became mad, but it was a pity that he was knocked out and was full of resentment.

Naturally, you won't be able to see the boss's coquettish operations.

"It's late at night, Eldest Young Master, do you want to see the ghosts and monsters in the night?" Tan Zhao opened the small window next to the tent, and the cold wind poured in, blowing the flames almost to extinguish them.

I don't know if it's his delusion, but Fusu just feels that the night tonight is extraordinarily cold, and also extraordinarily frightening.

Then, he heard his own voice: "OK."