Walking into the hall, there are thick velvet carpets and several cushions placed inside. The pungent smell of medicine is like a lid that has been sealed for a long time. Once it is lifted, it will make people dizzy.

When Baitao came in, she felt that her limbs were a little uncoordinated.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Ying Zichu was lying on the bed, exhausted from coughing. His face was as fragile as tissue paper, as if it could be broken by a poke. Zhao Ji, who was as beautiful as a flower, was sitting on his couch, holding medicine, her face full of sorrow.

, "Your Majesty, the doctor said that good medicine is good for the body, and it is better to drink the medicine."

"No--"

Ying Zichu's voice was hoarse, and he pushed away Zhao Ji's medicine with difficulty, "The disease is so severe that it is difficult to treat Bian Que. He cough, cough, cough... I'm afraid he won't get better, cough, cough, cough..."

Zhao Ji kept sobbing, "Your Majesty, if you are——"

Seeing Baitao Yingzheng outside the door, Ying Zichu interrupted Zhao Ji with a weak smile on his face, "I'm here to see you again."

Baitao stared at his spirit, and her heart skipped a beat.

about to die.

"My son, I pay my respects to my father and the king, and my mother, the queen." Ying Zheng pulled her to kneel beside him, and Baitao followed suit, "The daughter of the people pays her respects to the king and the queen."

"Get up, cough cough cough... cough cough cough." Ying Zichu couldn't say much, and he felt like he was going to cough up his lungs after just a few words, "Zheng'er, how did you learn from Xiangbang today?

?”

Ying Zheng stood up and said: "Teacher teaches by words and deeds, and is very open-minded. Zheng'er deeply benefited from his few words."

Ying Zichu looked at his outstanding son.

He shined brightly in the prince's examination, showing his sharpness and at the same time not being arrogant or impetuous. Even the Prime Minister commented: This son is a great talent, a great talent!

Ying Zichu knew that he was just a middle-class talent, and his success was enough. However, to lead Qin to its peak, he needed strong heirs.

The arrival of the eldest son Ying Zheng peeled away the haze that trapped him in his heart. Ying Zichu's eyes were sour, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Zheng'er, come here and let me take a look at you."

When Ying Zheng stepped forward, Zhao Ji put down the medicine bowl and stood aside seeing his indifferent state.

"There is a crossroads ahead, my eldest father... cough cough cough... I am no longer able to do what I want."

Ying Zichu reached out to hold his hand, with thin cheeks and pale lips, "I hope you will shoulder the burden of the country in the future. Any matters that are undecided can be discussed with Xiangbang more, cough cough cough... also

You should be more filial to the queen and listen to the queen more, cough cough cough."

After all, due to his hardships and sensitive mind, Ying Zichu had long seen the gap between Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji wiped her tears with her sleeves and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng: "Yes, the son listens to his father."

Ying Zichu still wanted to say something to his eldest son, but they were estranged from each other after being separated for many years. When he was young, he left Xianyang and went to Zhao alone. Ying Zheng was born in Zhao since he was a child. Two generations of monarchs have spent their time as hostage.

There is no family relationship, no friendship, and nothing to do. How sad, how sad!

He was filled with sadness, closed his eyes, gasped and beat the brocade quilt, "It's so sad, so sad, so sad!"

"Your Majesty, don't get angry. It's important to take care of yourself. Even if you don't think about the country and the country, you still think about me. If I leave you, how will you live in the future... Wuwuwu..."

Zhao Ji came over and held his hand that was beating the quilt, trying to dissuade him while crying.

Ying Zichu's eyes suddenly became moist, and he patted the back of her hand with his hot hand, "With a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?"

Ying Zheng watched silently, while Baitao counted the leaves of the trees in the room.

Baitao was wondering, what about Cheng Jiao who knocked his chin and Mrs. Han who wanted to make trouble?

Why haven't they come yet?

The atmosphere here is so friendly, it's okay to just come in and be quiet.


Chapter completed!