[Politics] Empty Cicada

Chapter 9

At dusk, Ying Zheng walked out of Qinghe Palace.

He always left early in the morning, and it was rare to leave at this time.If it weren't for the officials waiting for him, he would not want to leave no matter what.

There was a person waiting for him in the car, Li Sheng, the commander of the Imperial Army in Xianyang City.

Ying Zheng got into the carriage and asked in an almost inaudible voice: How is it?

Li Sheng was wearing a bamboo hat and slowly pulling the reins, he lowered his voice and said: "Report to Your Majesty, the Imperial Army has been properly arranged.

Ying Zheng said, "Is there anything unusual?"

Li Sheng replied in a respectful voice: I haven't heard anything in the past few days... It's not like there are soldiers and horses.

Ying Zheng asked: Where are the others?

Li Sheng said: Those who should be controlled are also firmly controlled.

Ying Zheng sighed: It would be the best if it is true that many people have many hearts.

Li Sheng continued: Don't worry, Your Majesty, Xianyang has been banned for several months, even if the rescued people enter the city among the common people, there will never be more than a hundred.Right now, one-third of the guards of the imperial city have been arranged around Qinghe Palace, even if there are hundreds of masters, there will never be any difference.

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, and said: Then there is General Lao Li, let's go.

He smiled bitterly, and slowly lowered the curtain. When the carriage was about to drive out of Qinghe Palace, he couldn't help but lift the curtain and look back.It was the season of blooming spring flowers, but in his eyes was the solemn and stirring autumn colors. Under the blood-colored rosy clouds that touched the sky, the bedroom where Han Fei lived was as ethereal as he always dreamed of.

His heart throbbed so badly that he wished he could immediately turn around and go back to his side, holding him in his arms.As long as he is in my arms, it's fine. In the beautiful world, how can he be like a thrush, how can he have a frown and a smile in the thousands of mountains and rivers.

But he finally made up his mind and put down the curtain. He walked resolutely without looking back.

The sky is full of red clouds, and the setting sun is like blood.

The carriage is drifting away.

Han Fei looked at the carriage going east, and his expression became more serious.

The second night.

Dark clouds overwhelm the city, but no stars can be seen.

The bumpy carriage was driving extremely fast.

The luminous pearl in the car, the cyan fluorescence is serene and strange.

Lu Sheng was sitting in the car, embarrassed, he was holding the token tightly, almost bleeding from his palm.The time of waking insects in Qin State is always expected to be cold in spring and the north wind is bleak, but he is sweating all over.

Sometimes he looked up at the people sitting in the carriage, and sometimes he lifted the curtain and looked out the window.

You can't see your fingers outside the window, which means that everything is business as usual.

Except for the gloomy wind in my ear, the rustling of leaves, and the crashing of wheels against stones, this night was a bit terrifyingly quiet.

He let out a breath and slowly lowered the curtain.As the sweat from his palms was blown away by the night wind, he calmed down a little.

He carefully looked at the person in front of him again, he was sitting upright calmly, under the fluorescent light, his side face was hidden in half of the shadow.

The carriage jolted, and he remained motionless.

He also glanced at Lu Sheng, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.

It took only half a stick of incense from the Qinghe Palace to the inner gate of the east gate, but to them, it was as long as several springs and autumns.

The wind died down, and so did the carriage.

Lu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and his hands trembled slightly. Just as he was about to say the words he had prepared, he suddenly felt a layer of warmth covering his hands.He looked up, but saw the man smiling slightly and holding his hand.

As if taking a reassuring pill, he also smiled, raised his head, and straightened his back.

The voice of the guard came over: Who is in the car?

Lu Sheng said: I am Lu Sheng, Mr. Zhong from Lihua Pavilion is in the car.

The guard said: I have seen Master Lu, why do you dare to ask Master Lu to leave the palace late at night?

Lu Sheng said: "Your Majesty's birthday, Mr. Zhong had a few more drinks with that lord, which delayed some time."

After that, he stretched out a hand and handed out the waist card.

The guard at the door took it, took a look at the torch, handed it back with both hands, and said respectfully: "Lord Lu, I'm sorry. It's windy tonight. It's going to rain. Sir, please be careful."

Lu Sheng said, "Understood, you should also be careful when working on errands."

After that, the guard opened the door and let them go.

When Lu Sheng heard the sound of the rumbling wheels again, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and now there was only the last pass - the east gate of Qinghe Palace.

But not long after the carriage was driving, it was stopped suddenly. His heart tightened, and before he could speak, he heard a deep voice coming in from outside the carriage: "May I ask if the carriage is Lord Lu Shenglu?"

The person who spoke turned out to be Li Sheng, the commander of the Imperial Army in Xianyang City.

He was so frightened that his heart jumped into his throat, and his forehead was instantly covered with dense cold sweat. As he trembled, the cold sweat gathered into a bean-sized sweat drop, dripping from the corner of his forehead, and landed on the ground with a bang. on the back of the hand.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and muttered: General Li... what's wrong?

Li Sheng said: "I don't intend to offend Mr. Lu, but this day is special, it coincides with the King's birthday, and the whole city is under martial law. It is really inconvenient for Mr. Lu to leave the palace at this time."

Lu Sheng immediately retorted: Yes...what's the inconvenience!It's not a day or two for me to go in and out of this Qinghe Palace!

Li Sheng said in a deep voice: If your lord insists on leaving the palace, please get out of the car with Mr. Zhong, and I will send troops to escort you into the city.

After hearing this, Lu Sheng glanced at the person in the car in panic, only to see that he shook his head slightly, put his index finger to his lips, and made a gesture of silence.

He nodded and fell silent.

Seeing the sudden silence in the car, Li Sheng became nervous, so he begged: "Please... sir, get out of the car."

He lowered his head and waited for the response in the car, but the door was still tightly closed, and there was no sign of opening it. The night was so quiet that he could even hear his own heartbeat.

In this situation, he had already guessed who was in the car, and he didn't know whether to sigh or rejoice at this moment.He made a gesture, and instantly hundreds of torches were lit, and for a moment, the night was as bright as day.

The flames were burning and penetrated into the car. With the light of the fire, Lu Sheng took another look at the person in the car, but seeing that he still had a calm expression, he forced himself to suppress what he wanted to say.

After a long period of silence, there was a sudden noise outside the car. Before Lu Sheng could react, he heard Li Sheng's voice as loud as a bell: Forgive me for my humble position!

He was about to open the door!

Lu Sheng was scared out of his wits: bold!

Li Sheng's hand stopped instantly, and Lu Sheng continued tremblingly: "Do you know...who is the driver!"If... If it disturbs Mr.No one can afford that responsibility!

Li Sheng listened, and after thinking about it, it was indeed the case, so he withdrew his hand and said seriously: "Forgive me for being impolite, sir... don't make it difficult for me to do this."

He waited for about half a cup of tea, but seeing no response from inside the car, he had no choice but to speak again: Sir, please recite in the King...

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from a distance, light or heavy, urgent or slow, neat and tidy, whistling like the night wind, iron swords and golden weapons clanging, like a night march.

Li Sheng was horrified. According to his many years of marching experience, this formation would never be less than 3000 people.

At this moment, the defenders of the east gate are no more than a thousand people, and they are no match for these three thousand elite soldiers.

He didn't expect that at this moment, someone would dare to oppose the Qin army. He cursed in a low voice, gritted his teeth, and immediately ordered the imperial army to send out a signal to call the imperial army from the other three places.

Hearing the signal, the person in the car gradually showed his face. He held Lu Sheng's hand and said in an inaudible voice: "Lord Lu, wait a little longer."

Lu Sheng tightened his palms and nodded vigorously.

There was a sound of soldiers and chaos outside the car, and Li Sheng shouted: Come on!Round up the carriage and please get off, sir.

Lu Sheng said: General Li is so courageous!The wind outside is so strong, if it blows the mister, the king will not spare you!

Li Sheng said: No matter how courageous the subordinates are, they dare not compare with Mr. Lu, how dare they collude with the enemy country!

Lu Sheng was speechless, but at this moment, the people in the car sighed quietly: General Li...

In the midst of the military chaos, his voice was as sweet as clear spring water, and in an instant, the night fell silent again.

The corner of Li Sheng's mouth showed a bit of bitterness: Mr. Han, please go back to the palace. To be honest, the king dispatched five thousand elite soldiers to guard the Qinghe Palace. Within ten miles, there are still more than [-] elite soldiers. Wang Jian's army is also in the city. Besides, Mr. can't escape no matter what... No matter what.

There was no sound in the car, and he then begged bitterly: Your Majesty has an order, as long as your husband is willing to return to the palace, Your Majesty...all the past will be forgotten.

In the end, the voice of dissuasion turned into a sigh. He shook his head and knelt down heavily.

At this moment, a man with the appearance of an eunuch was walking with his head bowed on the path of Ximen.

The night was extraordinarily heavy, and the sky was filled with dark clouds, making it hard to breathe.

He seemed to be the only one in the huge Qinghe Palace. He was thin and walked very fast, but his steps were not very steady, so that he almost tripped over the small stones on the road.

He panted lightly, feeling a little exhausted, and his footsteps slowed down. He looked forward and saw that the small gate of Ximen had arrived, but there was no trace of fire.

He collected himself, grabbed the waist card in his hand, and continued to walk forward.

He had just walked through the promenade, but he was pulled back suddenly. With the help of the dim river lamp, he took a closer look and found that it was Xiaoyun.

She pulled him hard, as if asking him to follow her, he didn't understand, and asked her in sign language, Xiao Yun gestured hurriedly, asking him to look where she was pointing.

He took a closer look, and found that not far away, a fire suddenly ignited.

His eyes darkened, he shook his head slightly, showing a shy smile, he sighed softly, and told her to leave quickly.

But Xiaoyun held on to his hand and insisted on pulling him away. Flames were shining in her eyes, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, firm and decisive.

He hesitated for a moment, then took another step.

In a blink of an eye, a flying arrow shot straight at them. Before Han Fei could react, the flying arrow hit Xiao Yun's chest.

She looked towards her chest in disbelief, but her steps still didn't stop, but she only staggered two steps forward before falling heavily.

She fell into Han Fei's arms, bleeding profusely.

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, she was babbling, her lips turned white from the pain.The bloody hand slowly reached out to his cheek, but stopped halfway.

A sound of spring thunder broke the quiet and dull night.

He grabbed the bloody hand that was about to fall, his face was cold, but her hand was still hot.

He laughed, the blood in his chest surged, and his eyes turned black.

Rolling spring thunder, with a bang.

At that moment, countless torches surrounded him, the shadows of soldiers were heavy, and the flames soared into the sky, as bright as day.

The soldiers in a circle spread out to both sides, and slowly, a person approached.

That man, standing among the heavy soldiers, his black clothes rustling, stood facing the wind, but his eyes were stained with blood.

Thunder and lightning hissed and cut through the dark clouds.

His handsome and handsome face, amidst the lightning and thunder, was hideous and terrifying.

He smiled like a ghost, and slowly said: "Sir, why didn't you inform the widow when you went out so late?"

The torrential rain poured down indiscriminately.

The heavy rain extinguished all the flames, but the endless lightning made it look like daytime.

As if he was afraid that Xiaoyun would be drenched in the rain, he hugged her tightly in his arms.

In the heavy rain, he smiled absent-mindedly, even a little scary, he laughed at himself that he had calculated thousands of times, but never counted Ying Zheng's scheming, he laughed that no matter how hard he struggled, he was just a plaything in his hands.

An icy voice sounded from above his head, the suppressed voice carried a touch of frivolous mockery: How can the actors in the Ewha Pavilion compare to Mr.'s transcendent acting skills?

He squatted down slowly, raised the umbrella above his head, looked at the pale face, and the eyes that were usually looking forward to brilliance were stained with deep blood.The bright red at the corner of the mouth was as poignantly beautiful as a demon.

He clenched his chin and lifted it up, looked at the look of disgust in his eyes, and smiled indifferently. In front of everyone, he said leisurely: The people in the Ewha Pavilion are not worthy of the gentleman's beauty.

In the heavy rain, his fingertips were also cold. He gently stroked this stunning face, and whispered in his ear: It's a pity, because of the beauty of this country, I don't know how many people will become the souls of swordsmen. .

Han Fei raised his eyes slightly, his weak voice stuck in his throat: What are you talking about...

Ying Zheng smiled, and asked back in surprise: "What kind of person is the widow, sir, still don't know?"

Han Fei's face suddenly turned pale: Ying Zheng, don't hurt innocent people!

Ying Zheng stood up slowly, grasped his palms tightly, jealousy and disappointment were intertwined, his handsome face was full of hostility: You know how to care about others at this time, it is useless for others to treat you like this, doting on you in every possible way, wishing to put your heart Take it out, who in the world can get this holy grace?What about you?Have you ever cared about the widow for a moment?

The deep and depressed voice was clearly audible in this downpour.

Facing his questioning, Han Fei remained indifferent.Under Ying Zheng's umbrella, his fingertips turned white and his lips turned purple from the cold. He restrained the trembling of his body, as if he had grasped the last trace of dignity, and held on tightly.

Ying Zheng threw the umbrella out violently and grabbed him by the neckline, with bloody madness in his eyes: No!You can't wait for the widow to die!I can't wait for Jing Ke to kill the widow!I wish I could die under the sword of another country!It is in vain for you to be a gentleman, and even use such despicable means to deceive the widow!Han Fei... What is your heart made of? I really want to dig it out and see.

He rolled up the piece of silk tightly held in his hand and threw it on him fiercely. He sneered: In the end, the person in your heart will always be him, never me.

His voice became lower and lower, like the anger that had been suppressed for a long time, the feeling of being faintly stifled.

Han Fei carefully picked up the painting, Wei Zhuang's face was stained black in the heavy rain, he smiled softly, and kept chanting like crazy: Love in every way...a gentleman...

Tears fell silently, together with the rain, down his handsome face, mixed with desperate despair and extreme shame, he closed his eyes, and said calmly: "Your Majesty's love, leave it to your harem."

When he opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as torches, and he cursed bitterly: I don't care about it!I never care!I, Han Fei, the majestic son of a country, ended up being a child molestor!As early as when you destroyed Korea, you should have killed me together!It's better than being locked in this deep palace by you, becoming a plaything of an Israeli servant!I shouldn't have come to Qin at all, and I shouldn't have known you at all!Back then, I should have ended my life long ago, and it was better than meeting you and giving birth to this evil relationship for nothing!

Roaring almost heart-piercingly, his painful chest was about to burst, and he could no longer restrain the surging blood, and spit out a mouthful of blood on Ying Zheng's body.

Those white teeth were stained with bright red blood, and he smiled sadly and calmly: You are right, Ying Zheng, I have never loved you!

The relentless heavy rain washed away all the colors of blood.

After a long time, Ying Zheng opened his mouth, and he said softly: "Okay... very good...

He stared at the face in front of him that made him love and hate so much, the hateful eyes of the person in front of him pierced deeply into his heart, killing him irreparably and completely, he Smiling sinisterly, her eyes were as cold as ice: male favorite?Is that how you see yourself?very good.Do you want to know what is a male pet?The widow will let you see what a male favorite is!

Unable to contain his anger anymore, he grabbed the long black hair that was kissed and caressed by him in the past, and dragged him all the way back to the palace regardless of his body that had just vomited blood.The muddy and rough ground, the glaring blood is chilling.The heavy rain washed away those bloodstains without emotion, and there was another thunderstorm. With the sound of the door of the bedroom being slammed shut, all the soldiers knelt down tremblingly, and each one fell silent.

"The widow is in the heart of the gentleman. Is there a bandit gentleman who should not be despised in the end?"

"As long as it is what you want in your heart, the widow can give it."

"Then every summer from now on, how about the widow listening to the cicadas with you?"

"As long as my husband is always by my side, I will definitely be a good king who governs and benevolent."

"After the widow regains the Six Kingdoms... how about we live together in Efang Palace?"

"I'm not rare! I've never been rare!"

"I, Han Fei, the majestic son of a country, ended up being a child molester!"

"I shouldn't have come to Qin at all, and I shouldn't have known you at all!"

"Back then, I should have given up my own life long ago. It was better than meeting you and giving birth to this evil relationship for nothing!"

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"Yingzheng, I have never loved you!"

The heavy rain continued to fall, without any tendency to stop, as if the world was about to be overturned by this flood, leaving only a wilderness, which was boundless darkness and terror.

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* Zhong He pretended to be Han Fei in the carriage to delay time. The sound of soldiers and horses was made by the musicians of Lihua Pavilion.The instruction received by the musicians was to play music if they did not see Lu Sheng and Zhong He at that time;

Gai Nie didn't come because he was controlled and Wei Zhuang didn't come because he didn't know that Han Fei was still alive.