Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

It is said that spring is chilly, but no matter how chilly the spring is, it cannot reach the hearts of the envoys of the six countries who fell into ice caves.

The envoys of the six countries left, leaving with infinite fear of Qin. They left in a hurry, fearing that they would go back too late, and the news would be blocked, which would affect domestic judgments.

Looking at the departure of envoys from the six countries, Ying Zheng felt no worries.

The Qin kings and his masters of all dynasties have long laid the foundation for him to sweep Liuhe. What he wants to do is to realize the foundation of his ancestors, and there is nothing to be proud of.

"Lu Xiangbang!"

"I'm here!"

Hearing Ying Zheng's call, Lu Buwei took two steps forward, came to him and saluted, stood respectfully aside, waiting for the order.

Ying Zheng was no longer surprised by his performance. He didn't know what his master had talked to this old man, but he thought he had beaten him.

Since he dares not disobey his will, he might as well keep him for a while.

This is the turbulent period of power transfer, and at this time, there will be some hidden dangers in the abolition of the generals, and it is better to be quiet than to move.

It would be better to wait until everything is straightened out and find an excuse to send it out. By that time, the marquis will not cause any trouble.

"Does the first court meeting have to be held today?"

When Lu Buwei heard this, his eyebrows frowned, and he did not guess the intention of the King of Qin. He pondered for a moment, looked at the face of the new king without any waves, and said carefully:

"This matter is not customized, but it has been like this throughout the country and all ages. It has become a common example. Everything depends on the king's intention!"

“Convention?”

When Ying Zheng heard this, he thought of what his master once said, and couldn't help but smile and asked:

"Is this always right?"

Ying Zheng just thought it was interesting when he said this, but the speaker was unintentional and the listener was intentional. This sentence came to Lu Buwei's ears, but he figured out other meanings.

Why did Xinjun say this to him?

Are you dissatisfied with him or dissatisfied with the current system?

Do you want him to lead by example and initiate reforms?

Thinking of what Wang Xuebin said to him before, he couldn't help but think about it!

But in fact, Ying Zheng didn’t have that complicated thought at all. He just wanted to take this time to say goodbye to his master!

You should know that the master left as soon as he said he would leave. I don’t know what year or month it will be when we meet next time, so he cherishes the rest of the time.

"Since that's the case, today's court meeting will be cancelled and moved to tomorrow. The domestic celebration will be hosted by Xiangbang. Don't disturb me unless there is an emergency military service today!"

"Here!"

Hearing the new king's order, Lu Buwei quickly calmed down and raised his hand to say so.

After Ying Zheng gave everything, he waved his eunuch back and walked into Chuyang Palace with great pride, regardless of the strange eyes of the court officials.

"Master! Master's wife, Second Master's wife, Third Master's wife... Fourth Master's wife!"

"Haha, is Zheng'er here? Why? Why didn't the court officials come in with you?"

Hearing Ying Zheng's words, Ji Yanran's face was filled with a smile, she stood up and held Ying Zheng's wrist, and led him to Wang Xuebin to sit down.

Shanrou's face was also smiling, but from the slightly sharp eyes, she could see that she was not very satisfied with the title of Ying Zheng!

Ying Zheng secretly glanced at his master and said obediently:

"Where is the most important thing for the Luoshizi Dynasty to listen to the Master's teachings?"

Wang Xuebin glanced at him, without making fun of him or preaching, and just sat there calmly, holding an enamel jar, sucking Gaozi bite at a time.

When Ying Zheng saw his master like this, he lost his thoughts of playing, and the sorrow of parting surged in his heart again. He sat there, lowered his head, and no longer had the interest to speak.

"Tsk tsk, what's wrong? Why are you so angry? Isn't you quite able to say it?

Why do you have delicious food and drink when you go back? The Six Kingdoms will be destroyed as soon as they say they are destroyed?

Why don’t you say it anymore?”

Seeing Ying Zheng's performance, Wang Xuebin put down the enamel jar, tilted his head, and looked at him and said sarcastically.

When Ying Zheng heard his master speak, he cheered up a little, looked at his master, and smiled reluctantly.

"This is not...Isn't this trying to achieve success in one battle? If you dominate the world one day, the people will suffer less from war and the disciples will also think about the people!"

Wang Xuebin looked at Ying Zheng with a faint look and said in a melodious tone:

"I hope so!"

As he said that, he was not tangled with this problem, he took out a wooden box out of thin air, pushed it over, and said lightly:

"Give it! This is the seed that I promised to leave for you. There are several books that record some of the techniques I have compiled. When will you use them, you can consider it yourself!"

As he said that, he put away the teapot, got up and stretched, breathed a sigh of relief, and said loudly:

"Okay, it's time for you, and it's time for your teacher to leave!"

Ying Zheng heard this title again and burst into tears instantly. He suddenly stepped forward, hugged Wang Xuebin, and cried.

"Master...Don't leave!"

When several girls saw the crying little Ying Zheng, their hearts were broken.

Shanrou took a step forward with red eyes, gently pulled Wang Xuebin's sleeve, and said nothing.

However, Wang Xuebin guessed what the women were thinking, clasped his eyebrows and shook his head gently.

He could not stay or appear in front of Qin's court officials, whether for the love between him and Ying Zheng or for the future of Qin.

Otherwise, will the court officials listen to the new king or his?

Under conflicts of interest, no matter how deep the relationship is, it can create a rift, let alone the royal power?

"Okay, stop crying. You are the king of Qin now and the helmsman of Qin. The king cannot shed tears!"

Wang Xuebin broke away Ying Zheng's hand, but he expected that Ying Zheng used both hands and feet to lock Wang Xuebin's thighs tightly. He used all his strength and refused to let go.

"Wuwu...Master...I won't be the king anymore...I want to follow you..."

When Wang Xuebin heard this, he was stunned. The guilt in his heart slowly rose and his expression became much more depressed.

After all, he still lived the person he hated the most!

"well..."

Wang Xuebin raised his head and recalled the little things he had traveled through time, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart for a moment.

"...I'm a teacher...I'm sorry for you, if you want to hate, just hate the teacher..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a soft force appeared out of thin air, shocking Ying Zheng's entire body, and he was no longer able to grasp his last support.

Wang Xuebin closed his eyes tightly and shook his sleeves, causing Ying Zheng to fall asleep and sent him to the bed.

"Mr. Lang!"

Seeing Lang Jun's self-blame expression, Shanrou felt uncomfortable. She stepped forward and hugged Lang Jun, pressed her chest tightly against his back, trying to give him some comfort.

Wang Xuebin felt Shanruo's movements, and a warm current surged in his heart. He gently patted his arm and signaled that he was fine.

Now that we have reached this point, where can we go back?

Even if it is wrong, you can only continue to make mistakes!

Wang Xuebin raised his hand and shook it, took out a brocade quilt, and gently wrapped Ying Zheng who had fallen asleep to prevent him from catching a cold.

Then, he took out another sandalwood sign with a poem engraved on it, leaving it to his apprentice as a thought.

"Let's go!"

After saying that, he left the hall without looking back!

In the empty and cold hall, there was no sound except Ying Zheng's faint whimper.