The world started by Daqin Mingyue

Chapter 23
The king of a country seems to be superior and not like ordinary people, but when he is faced with the choice between life and death, he is no different from ordinary people, even worse than ordinary people. He who has enjoyed the wealth and honor in the world is far more attached to this world Far more than ordinary people, so he will choose to live, even if he lives in a meager way.

After all, there are only a few people who can have the violence of King Zhou of Shang and the stubbornness of Chongzhen, and most of them are just like Huizong of Song Dynasty.

Outside Xinzheng City, the Qin army camp.

When Han Wangan's obese body knelt down in front of him, Ying Zheng found that his mood was very calm, neither sad nor happy.

"Since the king of Han has surrendered, Guzi should treat you kindly, but South Korea let it go with the wind. Of course, if you want to learn from Goujian, Han An, you can try to see if Guzi is Fuchai." Ying Ying Zheng looked at the former king of Han who was prostrate on the ground and now Han An, Ying Zheng said indifferently, but his eyes had passed Han An to the people kneeling behind him. These were Han An's children, wives and concubines.

Ying Zheng counted silently, and he knew in his heart that Han Fei was not here, he should have been worshiped by Xunzi, and he was either in Jixia Academy or Xiaoshengxian Village.

It's just that South Korea doesn't exist anymore. I don't know if the Nine Songs of Heaven can still be sung?

"How dare a subject compare himself to the King of Yue, and how dare he compare Fu Chai to the King." Han An's body was trembling, maybe he was really scared, maybe it was because of kidney deficiency, and he was sweating profusely at this moment.

Seeing Han An's appearance at this time, Ying Zheng instantly felt that it was plain and boring. He couldn't arouse even the slightest pride in defeating such an opponent. The joy of successfully destroying Han was instantly discounted a lot. It is normal for such a South Korea to be wiped out by oneself. If such a king and such a country can survive in such a world of great controversy, then it is his own failure.

The greatest joy of men is to hunt down your enemies everywhere, invade their lands, plunder their wealth, and then listen to the pain of their wives and children.

The famous saying of Genghis Khan certainly made men excited, but an enemy like the King of Han could hardly arouse Yingzheng's desire to conquer. He can't move it.

After comforting Han An in a stylized manner, Ying Zheng, who had no fun at all, didn't bother wasting time on such a person, and dismissed Han An's family and let him move to Xianyang.

But after all, there was an accident.

When Han An retreated to the door of the big tent, Hong Lian, who was weak due to typhoid fever, fainted directly.

At this moment, Han An wished he could escape from this oppressive tent as soon as possible. How could he dare to stay in the slightest? As for Honglian's life and death, his own life was not as important. He secretly looked at Ying Zheng, fearing that the king of Qin, who could decide his own life and death with a single word, would get angry because of Honglian.

"My lord, I beg you to help the little princess, she is about to die." Mrs. Mingzhu, who had been following Honglian, fell to her knees with a plop, causing waves to shake Yingzheng dizzily.

The dizzy Ying Zheng didn't answer, and the fact that he didn't answer was already an answer.

"My lord, the little princess is only eight years old. She has been suffering from a high fever for several days. Please save the little princess." Mrs. Mingzhu cried out.

"You are very courageous. Han An still dare not say anything. You are a girl... Is this girl your daughter?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the little princess is not a concubine's daughter." Mrs. Mingzhu raised her face and said.

"Then why do you care so much about her?" Ying Zheng said.

"Although the little princess is not the concubine's daughter, the concubine always regards the little princess as her own daughter. If something happens to the little princess, how will the concubine live." Madam Mingzhu burst into tears as she spoke.

"Do you really want to save her?" Ying Zheng was obviously interested. Is there such a friendship in the palace?Are all the Gongdou dramas I watched in my previous life fake?
"If the king can save the little princess, my concubine is willing to form a straw ring." Mrs. Mingzhu said sadly.

"What if I let you die?" Ying Zheng's voice was so cold that Han An wanted to strangle this troublesome Mrs. Mingzhu to death.

"If the king can save the little princess, my concubine is willing to die." Mrs. Mingzhu resolutely said.

"Okay, I have agreed to this deal alone, and exchange your life for the life of this little princess, come and prepare a white silk for this lady." Ying Zheng said calmly.

"My concubine, thank you, Your Majesty." Mrs. Mingzhu bowed down and paid homage.

It's just that at this moment, Mrs. Mingzhu's pretty face, which was almost pressed to the ground, had a different expression.

Could it be that the old lady guessed wrong?King Qin saw that I could treat Honglian like this, shouldn't he be impressed by my noble sentiments?

The information clearly stated that King Qin and his mother lived together in Zhao Guo since childhood, and the relationship between mother and child is very deep. The deep love between mother and child that I showed at this time should be able to resonate with King Qin.

It turned out that Mrs. Mingzhu was not worried about Honglian's life or death, and there was no mother-child affection. She just used her acting skills to win Yingzheng's sympathy, so that she could leave a deep impression on Yingzheng.
If Yingzheng was a grown man, she would have used another method, but Yingzheng was only 13 years old at this time, and the methods she was good at were really not easy for a 13-year-old boy.

Therefore, after combining the information in the intelligence and her analysis, she redesigned a character design for herself. In her plan, King Qin should have been convinced by her at this time, but why is this so?
What went wrong?

Impossible, given King Qin's age and previous experience, it is impossible for him to have any resistance to a big sister like himself who is rippling with maternal love at this time?

When two armored soldiers walked into the big tent with a white silk, and put the white silk on Mrs. Mingzhu's slender and white neck, Mrs. Mingzhu's heart gradually became cold.

Did you punch your eyes?
The frightened and remorseful Mrs. Mingzhu supports her new character design, still looking at death as if she were at home, with a radiance like the Virgin on her face.

Under Ying Zheng's signal, Bai Ling gradually tightened her grip.

At this time, Han An looked at Mrs. Mingzhu who was about to go to Huangquan in pain, and felt that his heart ached. The peerless beauty he had not had time to enjoy was about to die, but what could he do?
King Qin, when you grow up, you will understand how big a mistake you made today and how good resources you wasted.

Thinking of this, Han An suddenly felt that his heart didn't hurt anymore. That's right, a beauty like Mrs. Mingzhu is no longer her own. Since King Han is gone, she should already belong to King Qin.

Thinking of this, Han An instantly felt a lot better.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and Mrs. Mingzhu, whose saliva flowed out unconsciously, was full of remorse at this moment.

Damn boy, I have to beg for mercy right away, otherwise it will be too late to even beg for mercy after a while.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Mingzhu tried to open her eyes wide and looked at Ying Zheng. Mrs. Mingzhu, who was about to break free from Bai Ling and was about to beg for mercy, saw the playfulness in Ying Zheng's eyes.

Maybe there's still a play?Sensing the hope, Mrs. Mingzhu hesitated for a moment, but in that moment, she had lost the best sliver of strength to struggle and beg for mercy, and then her consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

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Mrs. Mingzhu opened her eyes leisurely, and looked around. Is it still in the Qin army camp?I should have died, right?

"Yingzheng, old lady..." Mrs. Mingzhu couldn't help cursing when she remembered how she died.

But before he could curse out, a ray of sunlight shone into the tent through the tent door.

"I'm not dead?" Mrs. Mingzhu murmured.

Of course Mrs. Mingzhu is not dead.

Ying Zheng had to admit that at that time he was really shocked by the kind of feelings shown by Mrs. Mingzhu. If there were no accidents, he might really treat her differently as Mrs. Mingzhu expected.

It's a pity that no matter how smart Mrs. Mingzhu is, it is impossible to know that Ying Zheng already knew about her personality, so how could she be fooled.

(End of this chapter)