Saint Qin Batu

Chapter 13 The Secret of Qin Kingdom
In the state of Qin, in a magnificent palace, the two were pecking each other and drinking.

Sitting at the top was a middle-aged man in a black python robe. His upright facial features looked a bit cloudy under the dim oil lamp. This man was Ying Zheng's biological father, the son of Qin, Ying Zheng's son Chu.

"No Wei, how long will it take?" Zi Chu's voice was not as gloomy as he seemed now, but full of masculinity, and he stared at another middle-aged man in the hall, revealing both Kind of like and eager.

"My lord, the king's health has begun to fail, and he will die in five years at most..." Lu Buwei said in a low voice.

"My son knows, but don't forget. After the king is gone, there will be Lord An, when will it be my turn!" Zi Chu said, staring at Lu Buwei.

"My lord, please be at ease. It is well known that An Guojun is weak and sick. It will be much easier to prescribe the medicine then." Lu Buwei said respectfully.

"Can you..."

"My lord!" Lu Buwei interrupted with a growl before Zi Chu finished speaking.

"That's all." Ying Zichu waved his hand in disappointment.

"I hope you will understand me! Your Majesty is a hero of the generation, not to mention resourceful, but also possesses profound internal strength. If the dose is increased, not only the Majesty will be aware of it, but also the CRRC Mansion." Lu Buwei He arched his hands and persuaded.

Ying Zhengzi Chu listened to Lu Buwei's explanation, but did not make any answer. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "I have endured it for so long, and I am flattering Mrs. Huayang and the Chu family with low eyebrows. Naturally, I don't care about waiting for you." several years!"

"Thank you for your understanding, my lord." Lu Buwei said with a sigh of relief.

In the main hall, there was only the sound of two people drinking lightly. After a while, Lu Buwei got up and said to Zi Chu: "My lord, it's getting late. If there is nothing else, I will leave."

"Yeah!" Ying Zhengzi Chu picked up his glass and agreed casually.

Faced with Yingzheng Zichu's slightly unreasonable behavior, Lu Buwei didn't care, but bowed again politely, and slowly retreated towards the door.

"Chaoshang, or Qin, how many people from your miscellaneous families are there?" Just as Lu Buwei was about to walk to the door, Zi Chu in the hall suddenly asked loudly.

Lu Buwei paused when he heard the sound, his hands in his wide sleeves clenched slightly, and then quickly released them.Lu Buwei turned around, bowed his hands, and replied respectfully, "As many people are helping the young master, as many people are from miscellaneous families."

"So, Fan Xiang is also one of yours?!" Ying Zhengzi Chu said with a little anger.

"There is no mutual contact between the miscellaneous families, and the subordinates don't know whether Fan Xiang is from the miscellaneous families." Lu Buwei said without changing his tone.

"Really?" Ying Zhengzi Chu narrowed his eyes and said.

"Don't dare to deceive the son."

"Let's go!" Ying Zhengzi Chu waved his hand, indicating that Lu Buwei could go out.

"Here!"

After Lu Buwei left, a luxuriously dressed beauty walked out slowly from the side door.

"He lied to me after all!" Ying Zhengzi Chu slammed the cup in his hand on the ground and said angrily.

"He's a merchant, he's just a rare commodity to live in." The beauty walked slowly to Ying Zheng Zi Chu, picked up the wine glass that had been placed on the ground, and placed it on the table in front of Ying Zheng Zi Chu.

"That's right! You can live in rare goods, but they are famous all over the world!"

"Husband, don't be upset. If he is Lu Buwei, or if the miscellaneous people behind him have nothing to ask for, wouldn't that be a joke? Husband will still use him?" Li Ren comforted softly.

"Oh! This statement is true. Just wait! One day, my son will sit on the throne dignifiedly, and let them prostrate at my feet!"

"Husband, don't worry, uncle and the others will definitely help you, but..." Beauty's eyes were full of brilliance.

"Don't worry, Ai Ji, my throne will definitely belong to Jiao Er."

"Thank you, husband." Li Ren gently leaned her body into Yingzheng Zichu's arms, snuggling up and said.

At night, the streets of Xianyang were empty, and occasionally a group of well-dressed armored Qin soldiers walked by.

A simple and unpretentious carriage was slowly driving on the streets of Xianyang. On both sides of the carriage, more than a dozen warriors with swords walked neatly to protect the carriage.

"Huh!" When the carriage passed a corner, a breeze blew by, slightly lifting the curtain behind the carriage.

In the carriage, Lu Buwei glanced at the visitor, and slowly stood up.

The visitor bent down, handed a wooden sign to Lu Buwei, and there was no other words.

"Whoosh!" Another sound.Beside the carriage, the last samurai who was walking looked back vigilantly. In the silent street, not to mention people, not even an ant.The samurai shook his head in doubt, then straightened his posture and continued to move forward.

Just after the warrior turned his head, a black shadow quickly flew over the house.

"Stop!" The carriage drove forward not long before it was stopped by a group of patrol sergeants.

"Who are you! Why are you still walking on the streets after the curfew!" The chief of the pair of sergeants yelled, and casually signaled his subordinates to raise their long swords, presenting a half-surrounded state to the group of people, and some even pulled out their spears. A rocket was launched, ready to send a distress signal at any time.

The people around the carriage didn't panic, they didn't draw out their long swords when facing the sergeant holding a spear, and they didn't even change their formation.

In front of the carriage, a warrior took out a token from his sleeve, and said to Shi Chang: "My lord is a guest of Mr. Zichu, and today you have a banquet. This is your token."

Shi Chang squinted his eyes, and by the faint firelight, he could vaguely see the appearance of "Gongzi Zichu" written in Qin Xiaozhuan on the token.

Chief Shi raised his hand, motioned his subordinates to put away their spears, and walked forward by himself.

Shi Zhang didn't take the token, but went to the carriage and said respectfully, "Please see me, sir!"

There was no movement in the carriage for a long time, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became more dignified.The soldiers of Qin State and the warriors guarding the carriage involuntarily clenched their weapons tightly.

Just when Shi Chang was about to lose his patience, there was finally a sound from inside the carriage.

"Thank you, General!" The curtains of the carriage were slowly lifted.A middle-aged man with a bushy beard stooped out of the carriage.

"Don't dare, Mr. Lao is here." Shi Chang bowed and said.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Lu Buwei turned around, ready to go back into the carriage.

"Sir!" Shi Zhang suddenly raised his voice and said, "Mr.'s shoes are dirty."

Lu Buwei was startled, and looked down, the golden silk boots on his feet were indeed stained with a lot of mud.

"Thank you, General." Lu Buwei replied, then bent down and walked into the carriage again.

At the same time, the Qin State Prime Minister's Mansion was brightly lit.Teams of Qin's elite iron eagle warriors patrolled back and forth almost without any dead ends.

Qin Prime Minister Fan Ju's dormitory was originally the most heavily guarded place, but at this time a black shadow flashed across.Fan Ju's eyes turned cold, he put down the letter in his hand, and walked to the shelf where his sword was placed.

"Buwei has seen the suzerain." Lu Buwei, who was dressed in black and masked his face, appeared in the room.

"Buwei, your martial arts have improved again."

"Thank you, Sect Master, for the compliment!"

"King Qin's body is getting worse day by day, how are you preparing?"

"Reporting to suzerain, young master Zi Chu is already impatient."

Fan Ju walked to the desk and sat down on the floor.After thinking for a moment, he continued: "An Guojun's dose of medicine has been slightly reduced, and that Zichu is still a bit off."

"Here!" Although Lu Buwei was a little strange, Fan Ju said that he still had no right to doubt it.

"Sovereign, a few days ago, the sect developed a new drug, which is more toxic and more hidden, is it for the king..."

"No need!" Fan Ju waved his hand.

"This..., here!" Lu Buwei was really confused this time.

"You really think King Qin doesn't know?" Fan Ju said with a sneer.

"What! King Qin actually knew he was taking poison!?" Lu Buwei said in shock.

"Not only that, he is also clear about the prince's affairs."

This time, Lu Buwei didn't know what to say, and the things they thought they were keeping secret were completely under King Qin's nose.

"Then why is the King of Qin willing to take poison? Even if King Qin has acquired good martial arts and deep internal strength in the Yan Kingdom since he was a child, it is impossible that his life span will not be affected!"

"Because he has to die! If he doesn't die, the strength of the Chu family will not be balanced. Those people from the Chu family will fight to the death for their own benefit!"

"At that time, there will be internal turmoil in Qin, and the six countries will definitely not let go of this opportunity." Lu Buwei instantly understood the reason and blurted out.

"That's right." Fan Ju nodded deeply.

Lu Buwei was silent for a while, unexpectedly, Qin Wang Ying Zhengji, who seemed to be the hero of a generation, was forced to commit suicide by the courtiers of the Chu family.What's even more ridiculous is that it's only natural for him to die.

"Your Majesty, although he has been on the throne for more than [-] years, he has not really been in power for a long time, and his foundation is still a bit weak." Fan Ju said with a sigh.

Lu Buwei was silent again, thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is indeed the case.

Sudden!Lu Buwei thought of something, and said in shock again: "The king has been forced to such a point, the suzerain, you are not..."

"Hehe, do you think I can survive after forcing Bai Qi to commit suicide?" Fan Ju smiled indifferently.

"The suzerain, you still..."

"This is the deal between me and the king." Fan Ju said softly.

Lu Buwei stopped talking, the miscellaneous family has a shallow foundation, and in the past hundred years, only one talent has emerged, Fan Ju.Now that he thought about it, it was hard for him to accept that he would die within a few years of his official career.

However, if you want to rise, you must sacrifice first.Mohism, Confucianism, peasantism, Taoism, and even the Yin-Yang School, which was so powerful for a while, all of them didn't sacrifice countless talented disciples to gain their later great reputation.Whether it is Fan Ju or Lu Buwei, they are all fighting for their sect. If they want to succeed, sacrifice is inevitable!
(End of this chapter)