The sword light flashed, the white-clothed young man flew up and down on the martial arts field, the long sword in his hand reflected the light, the maids on the side applauded again and again, Zhao Ji leaned sideways, her expression was lazy, and the weather was getting colder, even so, she was only wearing a short shirt on her body, her slender legs were exposed, and her shoulders were draped in a robe.

"Good swordsmanship, Shizi is really a young hero!"

The cheers came from the door, Lü Buwei stepped in, King Qin was seriously ill, and the matter of establishing a prince could not be delayed, Lü Buwei was undecided, and simply came to find out.

Zhao Ji saw it in his eyes and snorted coldly, this man who once haunted his dreams, now all that is left is hatred, hatred of his ruthlessness, hatred of his indifference, especially the empty and lonely night.

The young man put away his sword and stood up, he recognized it, and stepped forward quickly, "Yingzheng has seen Lord Xiangguo. ”

"I haven't seen him for a few days, and the son of the world has grown a lot taller, and his true appearance is almost unrecognizable."

It's just a polite word, since Ying Zheng returned to the Qin State, it is almost rare to see it, so it is nothing more than to seem close, Ying Zheng is born strong, Lu Buwei has no children under his knees and can't help but like it, this feeling becomes more and more intense with age.

"Sangkoku-sama is so elegant today!"

Zhao Ji twisted his waist and came to the front, Ying Zheng's interest retreated to the side, I didn't want to ask about the things between adults, Zhao Ji came head-on, Lu Buwei took a look, and could even imagine the charming carcass through the clothes, after all, he had lingered all night, and his body was close, Lu Buwei said in a low voice: "Queen, the king is seriously ill, please return to the palace immediately." ”

Zhao Ji's expression changed, thinking that she hadn't gone back for a few days, "Yan zhòng? ”

"It's hard to tell."

Zhao Ji is so smart, he heard the meaning from Lu Buwei's words, his body was close, the two were almost close together, Zhao Ji's chest rose and fell, "Zhao Ji is grateful for the grace of Xiangguo's reconstruction, and I dare not forget it." ”

"Serious matters, Queen, please."

"Zheng'er, be close to Xiangguo, and the queen mother will go back in advance."

Ying Zheng agreed, Zhao Ji took the maid and left quickly, if it is really the king, there will be someone to support his mother and son in the future, if he can succeed to the throne, it is okay, once he can't, Cheng Jiao and the vicious woman will not let go of his mother and son, although Chang Yu is loyal to himself, after all, his power is limited, and only Lu Buwei can be used.

Chang Yu stepped forward, the two were old acquaintances, "Chang Yu retired." ”

"Why is the Lord Commander so anxious? I'm afraid I didn't mean to hide from my true appearance. ”

"My lord is joking, the palace is busy with affairs, and the swordsmanship of this world has been practiced, so it is useless to stay here."

Lu Buwei sneered, "Since this is the case, the true appearance is not strong, people must remember their identity after all, once they cross the line, they will inevitably face a catastrophe." ”

"Each other, each other."

The private relationship between Chang Yu and Zhao Ji Lu Buwei didn't know, and there was no way to do it if he didn't feel good in his heart, since he gave it to another person after Wen Cun that day, the relationship between the two gradually became estranged, and he didn't dare to plot because of the difference in identity.

Chang Yu's whole person is as cold as a sword, maybe only Zhao Ji's coquettishness can melt that cold heart, the empty left arm, no one wants to pay attention to the story hidden behind it, or poignant or sad, only Chang Yu is clear.

"Shizi, what do you think of this person?"

Ying Zheng has experienced hardships since he was a child, and the sophistication and age shown by his body are completely different, "Who is Lord Xiangguo referring to?" ”

Lu Buwei smiled, he knew how to pretend to be confused at a young age, he would definitely get it one day, "Chang Yu." ”

"The swordsmanship is amazing."

Lü Buwei had to be patient, "True appearance refers to being a human being!" ”

Ying Zheng smiled indifferently, "Commander Chang is only responsible for teaching me to practice swords on weekdays, and there is no contact with the others, so the ability of the Xiangguo Lord to know people must have been decided." ”

Lu Buwei laughed, "The prince praises him, and he is ashamed of himself." Ying Zheng's reply is exquisite, not only cleverly avoiding sensitive places, but also not forgetting to add praise to Lu Buwei.

"There's still school to study, are you going to do it together?"

"Don't disturb the son's studies, Lu Buwei will retire."

Lu Buwei breathed a sigh of relief when he was born in the womb, he didn't want a teenager to be so difficult to deal with, he was scheming, he would be difficult to control one day, so he simply went to see the second prince Chengjiao.

Lü Buwei left, Ying Zheng shook the long sword in his hand and shouted, "Little Gaozi." ”

A crisp male voice, running out quickly as the voice fell, he was slightly older and young, with a pink face and beautiful eyebrows, but it was a pity that the poor family entered the palace as a waiter, and completely lost the capital of being a man, otherwise he would inevitably become an admirable beautiful man one day.

Ying Zheng entered Qin from Zhao, his identity changed, his status was never recognized, and even the palace attendants did not look at this child who called himself Zhao Zheng, there was only one person, that is, the little Gaozi in Ying Zheng's mouth, the two were very close to each other of similar age, and they showed their loyalty by Ying Zheng's side on weekdays.

"How's your business going?"

"Rest assured, the arrangement is in place."

"Check it out."

Ying Zheng walked back quickly, and there were more than 100 chamberlains standing on the huge martial arts arena, most of whom had just entered the palace, "I haven't seen the prince yet." ”

Xiao Gaozi is not very old and has a loud voice, and he has been in the palace for a long time, and he is a confidant of the prince, and his status in the inner servant is not low.

Everyone saluted in unison, and Ying Zheng checked them one by one, "From today on, you will practice swords with this son, and those who practice well will be rewarded, and those who practice badly will be driven out directly." ”

A group of chamberlains bowed their heads and were silent, everyone knew that they were driven out of the palace, lost their men's capital, and could only be bullied after going out, Yingzheng nodded, the guards stepped forward quickly, and came to the front with a long sword in their hands.

"Thorn!"

Ying Zheng shouted angrily with a long sword in his hand, and a group of attendants learned to look like it, and some people fell directly to the ground with unstable feet, Ying Zheng saw it in his eyes, and scolded in his mouth, "A guy with no roots." ”

The man was so frightened that he hurriedly got up from the ground, his legs were apart, and the long sword in his hand kept shaking, I don't know if it was a lack of strength or fear in his heart, although Ying Zheng was young, he exuded momentum from top to bottom and made people dare not face it.

"Just practice this one."

Ying Zheng's face was gloomy, and the situation in the palace was also understood, the biggest threat was that half-brother Cheng Jiao, who had been trained by hardship to develop a tough character, and only by mastering strength could he protect himself, and the most credible in the palace were only these servants who had no support, and they were simply trained, and their family affection had already become indifferent in the face of interests.

"Use some strength, beg for a fight!"

Xiao Gaozi stood aside with his hands on his hips, "You go to practice too." ”

"Shizi, Xiao Gaozi is weak, as long as he serves Shizi wholeheartedly, it is enough."

"No, go practice."

Zhao Ji rushed back to the palace, the world womb is only one street away from the palace, the palace is only the king and the palace There are no married women to live in, the prince will enter his own womb after a certain age, one is to experience, the other is to avoid incest, the little prince is strong, it is inevitable to be seduced by the lonely woman in the palace.

"Queen!"

"Where's the king?"

"Backyard."

Zhao Ji hurried all the way, and walked in quickly and couldn't help but be out of breath, Yiren was lying there, kneeling motionless in the interiors on both sides, for fear of disturbing the king's sleep.

Zhao Ji waved his hand, the two got up and walked out, Zhao Ji came to the front, looked at the thin cheeks of the stranger, and was more grateful to the man in front of him, if there was no him, he would still be the lowly woman who let the man play with him, the fate of the Qinglou woman can be imagined, she has no dreams in her life, she coaxes a man to be happy with her youth and beauty, once she is old and decrepit, no one will care about it, and even food and clothing are rare.

"Zhao Ji."

In his sleep, Yiren still shouted Zhao Ji's name, unable to forget jì, when Zhao Guo was in trouble, he once let himself warm his body, and returned to Qin State, how many beautiful women, Yiren never forgot Zhao Ji, it is enough to see the depth of affection.

"King!"

Zhao Ji called lightly, the stranger was unmoved, I don't know if it was in a dream or awake, his arm moved slightly, thin as firewood, Zhao Ji held it gently, tears flashed in his eyes, a good person doesn't want to be tortured by illness like this, not only that, but also think of his own situation, once the king goes, only orphans and widows are left, do you have to live a life of being bullied.

Time passed slowly, Zhao Ji's body was attached to it, it still felt like that, safe, all I got from others was stimulation, it was different here, the hand was held tightly, the cold arm gradually became warm, and the stranger opened his eyes and stroked it lightly with his hand, with a rare smile on his face.