After the guards of the city left, they went straight to the bedroom of Zhao Gao's prime minister and told Zhao Gao about Ziying in advance.

Zhao Gaozheng drank with Yan Le and talked about Ziying. After hearing the guards' words, Zhao Gao squirted the guards' faces of alcohol.

"Ahem, have you heard it wrong? On the wall...who wants to do that kind of thing? Ziying and that woman?" Zhao Gao's outlook on life was subverted.

The ancients naturally had perverts, but they always tried their best to hide them, so there was no one who was as indifferent as Ziying.

"Report to the Prime Minister, everything the villain said is true." The guard replied, "The king should be still on the west city wall at this moment. And that woman scolded her all the way."

"Why did she scold?" Yan Le asked hurriedly.

"Say... if you kill the king, you will also dig the tomb of Mount Li of the First Emperor... and whip the corpse three hundred." The guards trembled.

Zhao Gao's expression froze for a long time, and waved his hand, "I understand, you go back first."

After the guards left, Zhao Gao fell into deep thought. Zhao Gao thought Ziying was going to secretly look at Yang Duanhe and other ministers, but he had already set up layers of ambushing, and he didn't count the amount of money, but he also got such incomprehensible news.

Yan Le, who was kneeling, said, "My father-in-law, are we too arrogant to Ziying? Even if he is Fusu's son, he may not be as wise as his father."

Zhao Gao sneered, "Fusu Xianming? Why are you the same as the group of sour scholars outside? I could just use a fake edict to make Fusu commit suicide. Such a person is not worthy of the word "wise" at all. On the contrary, this Ziying has repeatedly acted beyond my expectations and must be guarded."

The father's revenge was carefully replied. Just looking at two points, Zhao Gao would not easily relax his vigilance towards Ziying.

Yan Le did not reply, he felt that Zhao Gao should have been too concerned this time.

"Ziying, Ziying, I want to see what tricks you are playing!" Zhao Gao put the wine hu heavily on the table, "It's time for Zhao Cheng to take action!"

"Ah Yeh!!" Ziying, who was far away on the west city wall, sneezed heavily.

"I guess, which bastard is thinking about asking for my head again." Ziying wiped his nose.

The sky gradually darkened, and the last ray of afterglow slowly fell, and the lights in the imperial city were lit. The ancient city walls were filled with shadows of Ziying and Caiwei.

Caiwei squatted in the corner, her arms crossed her knees and looked pitiful.

"Don't come over, my master will really kill you." Caiwei threatened.

Ziying had a headache. What if Master Caiwei really didn't come? In order not to make Zhao Gao suspicious, he really bit the bullet and did his tricks.

But then, let alone let her master help kill Zhao Gao, the master and disciple would probably join forces to kill him.

There is only one play for the current plan.

"Caiwei, can you scream?" Ziying squinted her eyes and asked.

"What are you going to do?" Caiwei was wary of Ziying. If her hands were not tied, she would have to strangle him to death.

"Don't be afraid, what about you? You will lie on the city wall later, panting loudly, and screaming for an hour. I won't make things difficult for you. How about it?" Ziying smiled.

"Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated! Lu Ziying, I will fight with you today!"

Caiwei didn't know what Ziying was going to do, so she couldn't bear it anymore. She shouted softly and got up and kicked Ziying's neck.

Caiwei put all her strength into this move. If she was hit, the trachea might be kicked off.

Ziying hurriedly dodged, Caiwei rushed into the air and flew out of the city wall.

"careful!"

Ziying grabbed Caiwei's hand, and Caiwei hung her entire body on the city wall.

"I am the one with the surname Lu, and I will not let you go even if I am a ghost! I will curse you, the Lu family's terror!" Caiwei cursed, trying her best to pull away Ziying's hand holding him.

"Are you crazy? What the hell are you trying to do?"

Ziying was in pain and was about to lose her hand. A living life was about to fall to the city and die.

Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from the corner of the city wall and came to Ziying within ten steps in the gap in the city wall.

"Ziying, your fate is over!"

Ziying supported the city wall with one hand and Caiwei with the other, and there was no room for resistance.

"Wait a minute. I have something to say!"

The black shadow draped the back of Ziying's head with a palm. Ziying felt that the eyes were dark and fainted.

After a moment, calm was restored to the wall.

Ziying feels her body is light and will pass by the wind if she is not careful.

"A Ying?" A gentle woman's voice reached Ziying's ears.

Ziying rubbed her sleepy eyes and found that she was lying on a simple wooden bed with some pain in her joints.

The woman was Ziying's mother and Wang Jian's great-granddaughter. At that time, Qin Shihuang despised Fusu's benevolence and specially chose Wang Jian's descendants as Fusu's wife.

"Aying, how do you feel?" Wang asked, with a little sad look on his originally graceful face.

"ah!"

Ziying moved slightly and felt sore all over.

The originally calm eyes were filled with tears.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Ziying quickly endured the pain and stood up and hugged Wang.

"Aying, I'm leaving with your father, and you will be the only one in this family from now on." Wang's tears broke through, and his body trembled in Ziying's arms.

"Where are you and your father going, don't leave?" Ziying begged.

No matter how hard Ziying exerted, Wang's body seemed to be dragged by something and slowly moved away from him.

"Mother, don't leave!" Ziying howled until Wang disappeared from sight.

In the next scene, Wang hangs himself on the beam of the house, his face turned pale, and a smile hangs on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw Fusu on the other end.

Ziying woke up from the dream in an instant. The dream was too real. Ziying's heart was sad and could not calm down for a long time.

Ziying frowned and thought, it should be that his wife Wang hanged herself after Fusu's death.

That heart-wrenching despair still occupies Ziying's entire brain. Ziying has no other thoughts except killing Zhao Gao.

Since you have taken over your body, I will help you fulfill this long-cherished wish - Zhao Gao must die!

"Lu Ziying, are you awake?" Caiwei's voice came from behind.

Ziying discovered that he was now in a small wooden house by the river. The night was thick and the sound of gurgling water outside could still be heard.

Ziying turned around suddenly, her face was still vicious, and Caiwei was so scared that she dropped the cup in her hand to the ground.

"Why are you doing that expression? You want to kill someone? It's really scared me." Caiwei complained with a blank look on Ziying, and the murderous aura on the city wall was no longer there in her tone.

Ziying couldn't touch her head. Before she fell into a coma, Caiwei still cursed him for losing his son and grandson. Why did she feel this attitude when she woke up? Or was she dreaming?

Or... Caiwei has other purposes.

"Your master is not going to kill me?" Ziying asked.

"Of course I planned it, but later I changed my mind." Caiwei said lightly, no longer as panicked as above the city tower.

As soon as Caiwei finished speaking, a burly and gloomy young man walked into the wooden house from the curtain to lift the door. He had a long figure, a thin face, and his black hair showed the sharpness in his eyes.

"I have never planned to kill from the beginning." The young man said lightly, his tone was full of energy and a long aura. He knew he was a martial arts master at first hearing.

Ziying suddenly felt confused. Before he was knocked out, he clearly heard someone wanted to take his life. Could it be that the young man in front of him said?
Chapter completed!