Although this was not the best time to discuss the expedition, Ying Zheng was true to his word, knowing that if he refused the proposal when the ministers were excited, he would most likely offend everyone.

The cold water made everyone feel dissatisfied, so they decided to go on the expedition. Now that the Wei State has become more and more powerful since the king recalled Wei Wuji, the exiled Lord of Xinling, it is time to give them a blow, because this expedition is

Unprepared, the strength of the Qin State was naturally enough to capture him, so there was a dispute over who would be the general on the expedition.

Although Lu Buwei initially disagreed with the expedition, the matter was now a foregone conclusion. He also knew that the expedition was just a small fight and would not hurt the bones. I am afraid that other countries would not fall out with Qin because of such a trivial matter.

, The officials of Qin State are convinced that this war must be won, so they naturally hope that their own men will lead the soldiers to the battle. No matter what the war is, victory, big or small, is also a status. As long as the power of your men is greater, your own power will be

It will be more stable. Even if Ying Zheng is older, he will still have to look at his own face. For this reason, Lu Buwei is not afraid of others laughing at him, so he fights hard for it.

It's a pity that Ying Zheng was unwilling to let him go on this matter. He was trying to boost morale for the first time. Naturally, he hoped that this military merit would be won by his close men. He knew Lu Buwei's thoughts clearly, so it was rare that he faced Lu Buwei.

Although Lu Buwei felt proud, Ying Zheng was the king, so he did not agree with the appointment of Lu's troops.

Therefore, the two forces had no choice but to choose between them, and finally chose Duke Heng as the general. He had long seniority and high status. When someone mentioned the name of Duke Hei, Lu Buwei and Ying Zheng immediately fell silent. They were both

Acknowledging this fact, Lu Buwei didn't know that Duke He had been subdued by Ying Zheng. He just thought that he could not get any benefits and could not take advantage of the young monarch, but he did not see the meaningful look in Ying Zheng's eyes.

Before the banquet was over, Lu Buwei stood up and left angrily. Everyone could clearly see the unhappiness on his face. No one dared to stop him without his eyes. Ying Zheng glanced at Lu Buwei and raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

He smiled, looking at Meng Ao who looked disappointed on his face, his smile became deeper, but the coldness in his eyes became stronger. Zhao Gao could see clearly from the side, and his back couldn't help but bend more.

At this time, Zhao Ji in Lanchi Palace had already taken off the hairpin ring. When she heard that Lu Buwei was coming, she was still a little unbelievable. She quickly put on a single piece of clothing and came out to greet her. Who knew that when they met, it was not the sweet words of her lover, but the sweet words of her lover?

Seeing his stern face, full of ruthlessness, Zhao Ji was startled on the spot, but she felt a little dissatisfied in her heart. The coquettishness in her voice was also a little less, and she said coldly: "What's wrong with Lu Lang today?"

Come over if you have time?"

"You're not the good son you gave birth to!" Lu Buwei was still angry at this moment. Looking at Zhao Ji's beautiful appearance and thinking of Ying Zheng's face that was quite similar to hers, he felt even more burned inside. Today Ying Zheng played like this in public.

In one hand, although there was no actual advantage, all the ministers in the court could see it clearly. If he did not take advantage, he would lose! Lu Buwei had never been so angry in the past few years, and he could not expose Ying Zheng in front of everyone.

Why, now he went to Zhao Ji Palace to vent his anger.

Zhao Ji was not the concubine who wanted to see his face at the beginning. Instead, she was the Queen of King Zhao, with a high status. Ever since Zhao returned to the Palace of Qin, she had never been so angry. She couldn't help it at the moment and sneered twice.

He turned around slowly, leaving his back to Lu Buwei, but said coldly: "I don't know how the king made the prime minister unhappy, but he came here to get angry."

Lu Buwei could naturally hear the dissatisfaction in her words clearly, and he felt even more unhappy at the moment. He waved his sleeves fiercely, walked ahead of Zhao Ji and entered the inner room. The waiter cautiously closed the palace door. Only then did Lu Buwei

His eyes were full of coldness, and his face was ferocious: "I originally wanted to save his life, but now it seems that I can't!" When he said this, his tone was sinister, and he could not stop the murderous intent on his face:

"Shu Zi humiliated someone like this today, he will definitely not be allowed to stay!" Zhao Ji was startled by his words, and even the charm on her face faded a bit, and she said with some uneasiness: "Lu Lang, please don't act recklessly.

Zheng'er is the king of Qin. If anything happens, the slave family can't protect you!" Lu Buwei repeatedly told her in her ear that she should control Ying Zheng's life. Zhao Ji was less infatuated with Lu Buwei.

After that, she listened a little more and realized that she only had one son, Ying Zheng. If something happened to Ying Zheng and Cheng Qiao came to power, with how displeased Xia Ji was, she would probably be the first one to die.

!….

"Why, are you feeling distressed?" When Lu Buwei heard what she said, there was a sarcastic look in his eyes. He reached out and hooked Zhao Ji's smooth, jade-like chin. A coldness and inquiry flashed in his eyes. Zhao Ji looked at his eyes.

, she was startled at the moment, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back. Lu Buwei had known her for many years, and she knew exactly what kind of character the person in front of her was.

She looked timid, her chin was pinched by him, and she didn't dare to struggle. She just shook her head with some difficulty and said with a smile: "Naturally, the slave family only focuses on Lu Lang. You also know it." She said.

After saying that, there was a look of pleading in his eyes.

After all, the two had a sweet time together. Lu Buwei's face softened a little, and then he let go of the hand holding Zhao Ji's chin and snorted coldly. Zhao Ji followed the snake to the bed. Naturally, one could see the softening in Lu Buwei's eyes.

She couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart. She wrapped her body around him like a snake, sat in his arms, caressed his chest and smiled: "The only one in my heart is Lu Lang. I just hate that Lu Lang has no conscience, but treats my family like this. My family

For you, even Zichu would give up, let alone Zheng'er? It's not like you don't know that the relationship between the Nu family and his mother and son has always been weak, so why are you so reluctant to let go?" After Zhao Ji finished speaking, her big smile was full of charm.

Two lines of tears flowed from her eyes. When she talked about Ying Zheng, her tone had a complicated meaning, but she immediately threw it away and just stretched out her hand to caress Lu Buwei's face.

Zhao Ji was very affectionate towards him, but Lu Buwei believed it, so after hearing this, he nodded and gave her a hard squeeze. Looking at Zhao Ji's confused eyes, he leaned over and buried his face in her snow-white neck, listening to her

He gasped twice, but Lu Buwei's face turned cold, and he suddenly pulled away a little further, and said seriously: "Ying Zheng can't keep him, you can send some women over as soon as possible so that he can give birth to an heir.

Let him be brought up by you when the time comes, and we can make long-term plans slowly!"

His voice was extremely cold, and Zhao Ji shivered, but she felt that his hand on her waist was on fire. She was a romantic by nature, and she couldn't bear it now through a thin layer of single clothes.

His arms stretched out like vines and tightly wrapped around Lu Buwei's neck and pulled her down. He connected with her saliva and said inarticulately: "No need to worry..."

There was a lot of obscenities in the Lanchi Palace, and the waiting servants were all like stone sculptures, turning a blind eye to the scene in front of them, just pretending that they had not seen it. At the same time, in the Zhangtai Palace, Ying Zheng took off his royal attire.

The waiter, wearing only a dark linen dress, took a pen and knelt down in front of the case to watch. His handsome and graceful appearance was similar to that of Zhao Ji, but his tall and strong figure added a bit of masculine beauty to him.

, although the appearance is good, it does not have the femininity of a woman, but the coldness between the eyebrows is more real. Zhao Gao, who is waiting beside him, lowers his eyebrows and looks respectful on the outside, but inside he is recalling the past of Ying Zheng.

He was practicing swordsmanship, and the hands under his sleeves were making constant gestures, and the hall suddenly fell silent.

After a long time, Ying Zheng put down the bamboo slips in his hand with a smile but not a smile. When the bamboo slips were placed on the table, they made a clear "click" sound. Zhao Gao seemed to have come to his senses, bent down even lower, and said sharply

"Your Majesty, do you want to turn on the oil lamp?" Ying Zheng always sleeps very late, and after practicing swordsmanship every day, he has to read letters for an hour. He is a rare and diligent king, so Zhao Gao did not ask him if he wanted to

Take a break. Ying Zheng just glanced at him, turned around lazily, leaned his back against the desk, and said softly with a hint of interest in his cold eyes, "How are you doing with your swordsmanship?"

The young king's light words were like thunder on the ground. Zhao Gao's face suddenly turned pale. His legs subconsciously softened and he knelt on the ground. His body couldn't help but tremble. The gray clothes on his back clung tightly to his body, and he couldn't even connect.

I can't even say a complete sentence...

When Ying Zheng saw him like this, a cold look flashed across his eyes, and then he laughed loudly: "You are so timid, like a rat!" His words were cold and filled with indescribable contempt.

Zhao Gao had a look of humiliation on his face, but he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes after a while, he had a look of determination on his face, and he hit his forehead heavily on the cold bluestone ground.

He felt that the fear in his heart had faded a little, and courage surged into his heart again. He had been following Ying Zheng for a long time, and he knew how suspicious and controlling the young king was. There was no blame in his tone at this time.

Zhao Gao couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart. He lowered his body even more humbly and said in a trembling voice: "If you are brave, please grant me permission from the king!"

A cold smile formed at the corner of Ying Zheng's mouth. Si Tiao looked at him slowly, then picked up the bamboo slips on the desk again, and said warmly: "It depends on your ability. If it is useful, Zheng will naturally not pursue it. If it is

You trash, just stop thinking as soon as possible!"

Zhao Gao trembled, and after a while he respectfully thanked him. Without Ying Zheng's verbal instructions, he didn't even dare to get up, so he knelt for half the night, but he felt all sorts of things in his heart.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Gao had already knelt down until his legs were numb. However, Ying Zheng did not dare to stand up without permission before he could speak. The pain between his knees was like needles. He had mastered the art of endurance in the past few years, and his face turned out to be...

Still calm, not showing off at all. Logically speaking, this hour should be the time for Ying Zheng to rest. Seeing the moon hanging on the treetops, it was the time for Ying Zheng to get up not two hours later. He was still awake at this moment.

Zhao Gao's eyes flashed with confusion, but he did not dare to speak rashly.

Around the Yin hour, the hall, which was originally so quiet that one could hear the heartbeat, suddenly heard the sound of subtle footsteps. It was obvious that the visitor had kept his footsteps as light as possible, but in this quiet moment of the night, there was no sound at all.

A slight sound was enough for people to react. Zhao Gao's stone-like face suddenly seemed to come alive. He resisted the urge to raise his head and bent his back straighter. However, Ying Zheng's face showed

The smile came, after waiting for a long time, but it was worthy of his waiting time.'

A waiter outside tiptoed in carefully and saw the lights burning in the palace. The figure of the young king was looming under the dim light. The dark clothes seemed to blend in with the surrounding environment.

There was a shadow on his face and he couldn't see clearly. The waiter didn't dare to raise his head and just whispered: "Your Majesty, General Meng is here."

"Xuan!" Ying Zheng didn't even raise his eyelids, he just waved his sleeves, and the waiter gently backed out. After a while, two shadows came through. Meng Ao was wearing a dark black coat.

It was already midnight, but there was no trace of fatigue on Meng Ao's face. Instead, he was full of energy and strode towards the palace. Before he got closer, he was about ten meters away from Ying Zheng.

At that time, Meng Ao had already knelt down: "I have recently acquired a talent. I don't dare to keep it privately. I don't care about the night, so I came here to present it to the king." When he spoke, a gray figure who was originally following him also knelt down.

He continued, but did not make a sound.

Ying Zheng's eyes moved slightly, and Zhao Gao moved his kneeling legs that had lost consciousness for a long time, and turned the lights on the table brighter for Ying Zheng.

The bronze oil lamp on the bed was lit up, and the person kneeling behind Meng Ao was revealed. Although Meng Ao's actions were prompted by Ying Zheng, but knowing that he had really found the person, Ying Zheng felt quite excited and put down his mind.

He picked up the bamboo slip in his hand and said with a smile: "You are so respected by the general, why don't you raise your head and take a look at the government?"

The man agreed for the first time. His voice was slightly hoarse. When he raised his head, he revealed a gentle and elegant face. The man was a little thin, but from the figure that just walked in, he could tell that he was not short. He was dressed in modern clothes.

The dark clothes that people love most make this person even more thin and skeletal. Just from his face, he looks like he has read poetry and books, but his eyes that are slightly ambitious are revealing.

Showing this person's unyielding character, Ying Zheng smiled slightly, but the middle-aged man straightened up slightly, put his hands together and folded them on top of his head, and bowed deeply: "Chu people

Li Si, I have met the king!"
Chapter completed!