I Am The First Emperor Of The Qin Dynasty

Ying Zixi stepped out of Mrs. Huayang's residence, his expression gloomy.

Although An Guojun is very old, Mrs. Huayang is not very old, younger than Zi Chu, and similar to Zi Xi's age.

For old couples and young wives, it is normal for Mrs. Huayang to have no heirs, and only then can Zichu be able to recognize Mrs. Huayang as a stepmother.

Therefore, it is actually very inappropriate for Ying Zixi to meet with Mrs. Huayang alone.

However, this meeting is of great importance, and neither of them can care about it.

What they discussed was dealing with Ying Zheng.

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After returning to the mansion, Ying Zixi was the same as usual. He went to visit his second son Yingji who was sick in bed for the first time, hoping that he would get better sooner.

The moment the door of Yingji's room was pushed open, it happened that the royal doctor of the palace also walked out of it, and the two of them had a head-to-head encounter.

"Doctor Li!" Zixi arched his hands.

"Master Zixi!" The medical officer also replied.

"How is Yingji's condition? Can there be relapses?"

"The situation of Master Yingji... is still the same. The old man has tried his best to put the bones in place, but the bones of his whole body are shattered. This is a serious injury..."

"Manpower is sometimes exhausted, Zixi, but I just want to be stable, and there is no extravagant hope."

Doctor Li shook his head and sighed, said goodbye, and left straight away.

Zixi entered the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Yingji with his eyes closed, silent.

He only has two sons. How can he not feel sad when his second son becomes like this? Whenever Yingji opened his eyes, Zixi saw the gray eyes, and his heart felt like a knife twisted!

The talented and energetic winning halberd is no longer there.

Nowadays, there is only one dead person who lives in the world to win the halberd...

Thinking of this, Zixi's heart was secretly ruthless:

Ying Zheng, I want you to die!

With a "creak", the door was pushed open again.

The one who walked in was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man with a sturdy back and a sturdy body. He looked like Zixi, but he was Zixi's eldest son, Ying Kun!

Winkun has been fighting abroad, finally ended the war, and rushed back home as soon as possible.

What happened in the Prince's Mansion of Xianyang had been spread to the army a long time ago. How did he not know? So as soon as he came back, he came to visit his younger brother, who happened to be that Zixi was also here.

"Father!" Ying Kun looked at his younger brother on the bed, and then looked at Zixi excitedly.

Their brothers were both born of the same mother, and they have been very affectionate since childhood. In addition, the winning son Xi has no other heirs. The love between the brothers is much purer than the intrigues of other royal family members.

Seeing Yingji lying pale on the bed, half-dead, how could Yingkun not be excited?

Zixi also looked up at his eldest son: it's darker, but he's also stronger and more mature! Between the eyebrows, there was a bit of murderous air.

Gently waved his hand, Zixi pointed to the outside of the room, signaled Ying Kun to go out and talk, and don't disturb Ying Ji to rest.

...

"What? The king actually arranged Fei Yan to get close to Ying Zheng?" Ying Kun suddenly became angry and his momentum skyrocketed!

Zixi was very satisfied with his son's aura that broke out in an instant. On the battlefield, it really was a good place to hone a man!

"Mrs. Hua Yang's intention to cultivate into a Jiao is well known. Ying Zheng is also her confidant. She is looking for me today to discuss cooperation. She wants to get rid of Ying Zheng in the battle of hunting beasts! "

"In the Battle of the Beast Hunting, the only person with this ability to kill Ying Zheng is you! As long as Ying Zheng dies in the Beast Hunting Valley, Mrs. Hua Yang is willing to recommend your marriage with Feiyan. This is what she gave. Conditions." Zi Chu told the story of the prince's mansion all the time.

Ying Kun immediately sneered:

"Mrs. Hua Yang has a good calculation! Let me get rid of Ying Zheng..."

"However, even without her promise, the second brother's grudges must be reported! And... Feiyan will be my woman sooner or later, and no one can take it away!"

"Since the kid Ying Zheng has promised Mrs. Hua Yang to participate in the battle of hunting beasts, then he will definitely die in my hands!"

Looking at his confident son, Zixi was extremely happy, but he also reminded him:

"Don't be careless! At the Prince's Mansion that day, even though it was a hasty shot for the father and could not use all his strength, Ying Zheng was able to resist it, and indeed has a certain ability!"

"There are still more than two months. During this time, we should also practice hard, and strive to improve the martial arts cultivation level again!"

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Soon after Meng Yu left Qin Wu Pavilion, Ying Zheng also left, and did not continue to stay.

The training on the animal cage has come to an end, there is no need to go back there, Ying Zheng also wandered around, all the way towards the Prince's Mansion.

After walking for a while, a young girl with a cold expression suddenly appeared on the road, it was Feiyan. Ying Zheng was also a little surprised to meet her here, and stopped for a while and looked straight over.

Of course, Feiyan also found Ying Zheng, and he was also looking at it: a cold and handsome face, with a three-pointed tenderness, and a strong emperor's air surrounding him.

This kind of aura is completely different from internal strength, true qi, etc. It is not a person who is proficient in Wang Qi technique, so he can't find it at all, and only thinks that Ying Zheng's temperament is outstanding. But in Feiyan's eyes, Ying Zheng's emperor's spirit is even stronger than that of Qin Huiwen's king back then!

The previous Patriarch of the Yin Yang family once described the breath of King Huiwen, even if it had become the limit of innateness, the emperor's aura was far less than Ying Zheng's.

With just a glance, Fei Yan recognized that the person in front of him was the little boy who had done it with his own hands that night! And she just remembered now that she didn't even know the other party's name, her beautiful eyes turned agile, and she stopped in the middle of the road, and immediately said:

"That kid, what's your name?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Ying Zheng on the other side was slightly startled!

I originally thought that Feiyan's temperament was cold and cold, but I didn't expect to have such a domineering side. Last time, didn't he meet him? ...

Then I thought about it again, I felt that when I first saw Feiyan, I saw it with an inherent impression, but in fact Feiyan is just an eleven-year-old girl now, and the later temperament has not been cultivated yet. become.

"My son is called Ying Zheng." Ying Zheng looked at Feiyan playfully, with a full of evil taste in her eyes: King Zhaoxiang arranged Feiyan to get close to him. The city has been full of storms and everyone knows it, but so many days. In the past, the little girl had never found herself?

Just thinking about this kind of thing will understand, the little girl's family is very thin, so why are you embarrassed to go straight to the door? But King Zhaoxiang's order was absolutely true, and it was true.

Ying Zheng reported his name here, and Feiyan finally knew that the little boy in front of him was the person King Zhaoxiang wanted her to be close to. He couldn't help but became curious a little, and the eyes looking at Ying Zheng became more careful.

It doesn't matter at first glance, the unique charm value produced by Ying Zheng's practice of the emperor's confession of the gods has taken effect!

The more the little girl looked, the more she felt Ying Zheng's temperament was extraordinary, and her immature face became cold and charming, and she had a moving feeling...

The last time I felt it was not so strong, but this time, she felt that Ying Zheng's body was even more unusual. *

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