For a Prosperous World

At the end of the year, Shi Huang made his second eastward tour.

Traveled to the dunes, the emperor became ill, and the illness was difficult to heal.

The carriage beside the road stopped with leaves falling between the wheels, and the horse stood on the road and stepped on the hoof, turning the dirt on the ground, and making a humming sound from time to time.

Rarely the sun shines in winter, bringing a little warmth. Through the leaves fell on the trunk and the ground, scattered light spots.

Gu Nan and Li Si stood before the camp, a cough sounded from the camp, and then a slightly dull voice sounded, "Two sirs, come in."

The soldiers in front of the door lifted the curtains, and Gu Nan and Li Si entered the tent.

There was some dim light in the tent with a bed in the middle.

The people on the bed described the withering, and they could not see the erect figure of that year.

There was dust in the air and it was a bit uncomfortable to breathe.

The soldier was about to put down the curtain, and the person on the bed waved his hand: "No, let's put it down. The widow wants to breathe."

The soldier nodded and tied the curtain.

The outside wind came in, and the dullness of the air was reduced by one.

The man on the bed coughed a few more times, turned his head and looked at the soldier outside the door: "You step back first."

The soldier outside the door nodded and bowed down, leaving only three men in the camp.

"Two gentlemen, please sit down," said Zheng Zheng softly, pointing to the two cushions beside the bed, even though he seemed to be unable to raise his voice.

Gu Nan and Li Simo bowed silently and sat down.

"What happened to the widow's illness?" Xu Zheng lay there, hands on his body, and asked pale lips.

Liz's face was a little embarrassed and he didn't speak.

He had asked the prince before, but the prince just pleaded guilty but could not do anything about it.

The two in the camp did not answer.

Xunzheng seemed to be relieved and laughed: "In fact, the widow also knows that the widow is dead."

"Your Majesty." Li Si wanted to speak, but Zheng Zheng raised his hand gently without letting him say.

Just kept talking softly.

"Since this eastward tour, there have been countless refugees and constant complaints. The road often has unknown bones. The disease is not cured, there is no harvest in autumn, and the people are hungry and cold.

Xu Zheng said, staring blankly in front of him: "It's just that I don't understand."

"Is the widow wrong? Is it really the widow who is to blame for his harsh government and strict laws?"

Asking, Gu Nan and Li Si didn't know how to answer.

Xun Zheng's eyes opened slightly, his eyes reddish: "Is it really a widowed mistake? Is Da Qin wrong?"

"When Daqin improperly ended the troubled world, let Yan Yan go around?"

"Da Qin improperly attacked the Hun, Baiyue, and let the people be plundered?"

"Da Qin improperly cleans up the old and the expensive, leaving the people with cold. Should the world starve?"

Xu Zheng asked, not knowing who to ask, but with red eyes, he asked quietly, "Is Da Qin wrong?"

The candlelight swaying by the bedside made his face a little bloody, no longer pale.

He no longer asked, just sighed weakly, as if sighing all the life.

Then he coughed, leaving only a strong cough in the camp.

When the voice disappeared, Zheng Zheng put down his hands, and his sleeves and hands were stained with blood.

He turned his head to look at Gu Nan and Li Si to the side, and said quietly: "Two gentlemen, helping Su Shangyou, difficult to understand political affairs. The north is difficult, the middle school is turbulent, and fortunately there are two gentlemen on the side."

"Worst gains, please ask the two gentlemen to take care ..."

"Chin." Liss's voice paused. "Follow the order."

"Mr. Li, I would like to ask you to make a concubine. After the widow's death, he will help Prince Su to be the second ..."

Xun Zheng's voice said intermittently the widow.

Liz held his hands in front of him, lowered his head and reclined to leave.

He stepped out of the tent, but the sky outside was cold on him.

He lowered his head, looked at his hand, and slowly clenched it again.

In this great Qin world, the sky was overthrown inappropriately.

The old, drooping figure lost his hand, and left in this chilling light.

In the camp, Gu Nan knelt beside Yizheng, who watched her suddenly laugh and said softly, "Mr. Gu, why not say a word?"

Without answering, Zheng Zheng smiled and continued to ask, "Mr. Gu, a widowed man, failed to find the longevity ..."

Gu Nan looked up and looked at the person on the bed.

"Sir." He looked at Gu Nan: "If you let the widow regret it once, what would the husband promise the widow directly?"

After a moment of silence, Gu Nan nodded: "Okay."

Xuan Zheng's eyes fell on Gu Nan's face: "Sir, maybe take off the face?"

Gu Nan froze, finally raised his hand, and plucked off the nail surface.

The face was as old as the ordinary man, but with frowning between the eyebrows, with a little twilight.

Xunzheng stretched out his hands, as if to relax the frowning eyebrows of the person in front of him.

He looked at the blood that had just coughed between his hand and the sleeve, but stopped his hand in the air, and finally collected it, afraid she was dirty.

"Why does Mr. Frow always frown? I haven't seen him smile for a long time."

Gu Nan frowned, and smiled: "Nobody laughs."

"So too."

Xunzheng looked back with a smile, in front of him, it seemed like the sky was white.

A petal fell before his desk case, and he wanted to reach out and brush, but the sir was sitting in front of himself, and he could not move.

The gentleman in a white robe smiled in front of him and said, "I'm a lot older than you, and it's your husband, what about calling you Zhenger?"

The human face among the flowers is like a flower.

Xu Zheng's eyes lightened, and his mouth said, "If it was then, Mr. Gu taught me under the white flower tree. How good would things be if things were the same?"

"I am sir, sir, I like the white flower tree the most and always look at the tree in a daze ..."

Xu Zheng's voice is getting lighter and lighter ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ At the end, his eyes are closed gently, as if he has really returned to that year, and said softly.

"The heavens and the earth are yellow, and the universe is flooded. The sun and the moon are overwhelming, and the chensu line is open. The cold and the summer go, the autumn harvest and the winter hide. Kungang ... "

"Mr. Gu, me, right?"

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The hand was weak and dropped from his body.

In the small courtyard of the year, the wind blew through the low white trees, and the white flowers among the leaves spread out with the wind and flew into the air.

The gentleman in white robe stood between the flowers and trees, his eyes relaxed.

The child in the black robe was sitting at the table, carrying the text in his back.

The voice was immature, and went away with the white flower leaf petals blown by the wind.

Until it passed between the white clouds, disappeared.