Ying Zheng stood still and did not look back: "A man who earned his keep by working hard on bed has the nerve to be called a fake father?"

"False father, false father. When the false becomes true, the true is also false. Doesn't this falseness also make it true?"

Lao Ai picked up the wine glass and said calmly, "Come, good son, my father is here to offer you a drink and congratulate your son on his coming of age."

Ying Zheng didn't answer, and snorted coldly: "A eunuch, is he worthy?"

"Ha ha!"

Lao Ai has been a snake demon for five thousand years, and she is not sullen at all. Her eyes are filled with black mist, and she says: "Good son, you have the final say on whether you are worthy of being your father. Good son, come on, drink this glass of wine."

Mere sorcery will not be of much use to the human emperor who is full of royal energy.

Ying Zheng was not affected at all, and the corners of his mouth curved into a sarcastic arc.

Zhao Ji caught Lao Ai's eye and saw the glass of poisonous wine being served, and said out of nowhere: "Zheng'er, drink it quickly."

Lao Ai smiled cruelly: "Drink quickly."

"Zhao Zheng, kneel down quickly. We are going to ride you like a horse. Kneel down quickly. Kneel down quickly."

Take the wine cup as a command.

He was full of patience, "Zhao Shu, if you don't kill him, will he tolerate our sons? By then, the existence of our two sons will be a shame engraved on his face and a shame engraved on the Qin clan.

, if you don’t kill him, our son won’t be able to survive.”

"I will kill him." Zhao Ji burst into tears.

The humiliation of being in HD when he was a child, and the beatings and scoldings caused by children throwing stones and branches made Ying Zheng fall into the quagmire of pain, and he was like a wild beast approaching a dead end.

After speaking coldly, he pulled out the Lulu Sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Lao Ai and Zhao Ji, "Adulterer and adulteress, take your life!"

Lao Ai was too lazy to explain.

"No, you are my Buwei. We have been sleeping in the same bed for so many years, how could I admit my mistake?"

Lao Ai's men used more force and stared at King Qin darkly: "Then kill him!"

The little monster opened its snake eyes, stretched out its long tongue, and fluid dripped on its chin: "Hiss, hiss -"

But it doesn't help, childhood scars can always trap a person's heart.

She clasped the dagger fiercely, suppressing the uncontrollable shaking in her body, and stepped closer to Ying Zheng.

"Hahahaha, he is just a bastard. He has the filthiest blood on his body. If you smell it, he still stinks. I'm afraid there is some disease. Please stay away from him."

He smiled fiercely at Ying Zheng: "Don't you know, your good mother gave me two sons who are neither human nor ghosts. She cruelly abandoned you and even wanted my son to be the king of Qin. How ridiculous

?!"

Lao Ai's veins popped out. Seeing that Zhao Ji was hesitant, he went to the cradle and pinched a little monster with one hand, and asked her ferociously, "Zhao Ji, do you want to live for the King of Qin, or do you want your son to live?"

Zhao Ji's voice struck Ying Zheng's mind like a tongue-piercing pain. He went to look at her mother, but saw an extremely indifferent red and pink skeleton.

"Your mother is a prostitute who was slept with by thousands of Zhao people. You are a horse slave who will wash the horse stalls for Zhao for the rest of your life. Hahahaha. The prince of Qin is nothing more than that."

The black mist on the ground snaked around his torso like a needle thread. This was a scar that he could not smooth away when he was young. He always thought that time would smooth it out, but when he returned to his dreams at midnight, it would ooze pus over and over again, and he would appear.

Rotten and smelly.

Zhao Ji's makeup was pale. When she saw the little monster crying, the pain was like cutting flesh on her body. She wanted to step forward, but she only tightened her grip on the dagger in her hand, "Let go of my son!"

"Hahahahahaha."

Zhao Ji was held up by her sweetheart with a dagger, her face full of disbelief: "Bu Wei, Bu Wei, I am your wife, how can you kill me, we have two children, Bu Wei."

Lao Ai was still talking. He used the sweetest tone in his life and whispered in her ear, "Zhao Shu, you are his mother. You gave him life with your own hands, and you can also end his life with your own hands. You

It would have been fine.”

Zhao Ji's shoulders were tense and still trembling involuntarily. Seeing him hand the dagger to her, and understanding his intention, the string in her head buzzed and trembled.

When on earth did mother and son reach this point?

Ying Zheng stood there, his footsteps as if they were nailed to the ground. It seemed that even his soul had been abandoned, leaving only a hollow face.

The retainers he had posted outside heard the signal and rushed over. Unexpectedly, they were ambushed and killed by a group of dormant Qin generals before they came in.

He lowered his voice softly, with a hint of coaxing, "Zhao Shu, as long as our son becomes the King of Qin, we will be Fan Li and Xi Shi. Just like you said, we will go boating and swimming in lakes, plowing fields and weaving. We will stay away from temples and go to

Go live in the countryside, and after a few years, you will have grandchildren around your knees and descendants in droves, Zhao Shu, as long as you can do this."

"Zhao Shu! Why are you hesitating?! Killing him is just a son who disagrees with you. You still have two children to please, me, and the commoner life you dream of. Don't you think so?

Don't want it anymore? Do you really want your two sons to die in front of you?"

Zhao Ji began to struggle, gritted her teeth and said sharply: "No, don't. Don't kill him!"

Zhao Ji kept sobbing. Her eyes reflected the trapped beast, Ying Zheng, as if across the uncrossed River Styx, he was standing at this end, and his son was obviously far away from her, but it seemed that he would never be able to reach her.

Lao Ai had never expected that the Human Emperor would become so surly.

He was stepping on her feet, which hurt her.

The butcher knife is held high.

Between swords, guns, and halberds, Lao Ai was pushed away by the royal aura emanating from Ying Zheng's hand. In desperation, she could only hold the dagger against Zhao Ji's neck. A cold light flashed in the snake's eyes, "Stop, come here again,

I killed your mother! If I frame it again on you, I will say that the son killed the mother, hahahaha."

"Why don't you kill him? His life after life is his destiny and it is what he should be. Even if you kill him, you will not suffer any consequences."

Lao Ai's eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step closer with the dagger, "Shut up! I've had enough. I am Lao Ai, not your damn lover!"

In the dark mist, he gritted his teeth and said, "I am not a bastard!"

Zhao Jiru was frying in the oil pan, and the hand holding the dagger kept shaking: "No, no, no, no, he is also my son."

A tear dropped from the corner of Zhao Ji's eyes to the ground. She looked at Ying Zheng, and the tears splashed away, "Zheng'er."

Lao Ai looked down at her, with calm disappointment in her eyes, "Zhao Shu, you are now the wife of the Prime Minister and the daughter-in-law of my Lu family, but you have the heart to let your two sons die because of the son of your ex-husband."

How could an ordinary son react like this? How could he draw a sword against his mother? He was so frightened that his nostrils expanded, his jaw tightened, and the poisonous wine in his hand fell to the ground with a sizzling sound.

"They say you are a bastard, why?"

"King Qin, King Qin, it doesn't matter that you were born with an extraordinary destiny, and it doesn't matter that you are different from us, you were abandoned in HD, abandoned by your biological father, abandoned by your biological mother, abandoned by your country, you

Abandoned by my homeland, the world is so vast that there is no room for a bastard like you. Now that you are the King of Qin, you are still abandoned. Hahahaha, how pitiful, how sad!"

Seeing that it was effective, Lao Ai handed the dagger to Zhao Ji and said, "Come here, it will be done soon. As long as you do it, there will be no obstacles between us!"

Ying Zheng: "You are not my mother, you are not worthy to be a mother, and you are not worthy to be the Queen Mother, you are not worthy!"

"boom--"

He held her hand and pointed the tip of the dagger at Ying Zheng in the black mist: "Zhao Shu, you have given up on him several times, so what if it happens one more time? This is what he should do. He is the King of Qin, and he has already obtained it."

There’s enough.”

The black mist around Ying Zheng became thicker and thicker, and the hoops were as tight as layers of iron chains. Zhao Ji's face showed pain that could not be expressed in words, "Ying Zheng, you are the King of Qin, I am not your mother, and I am not worthy of being your mother."

, if there is an afterlife, you will be the butcher and I will be the livestock, you will be the cutter and I will be the fish and meat."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Zhao Zheng, you are a bastard, hahahaha, your biological father doesn't want you anymore and has gone to Qin to enjoy his blessings."

Zhao Ji closed her eyes, breathing was like the pain of illness. All the noise faded away in her ears, and she was back to the afternoon when she was on the run in HD.

At that time, little Yingzheng could not walk safely. Zhao soldiers came to search her. She hid him in a pile of straw and hid with him. A sharp knife that was as close as a stone's throw was stabbed in front of her eyes. Little Yingzheng didn't know what life and death were.

After the officers and soldiers left, he saw that she was crying so hard that he stared at her belly with his little feet, and his milk flew up: "Mom, I hurt so much, do you feel any pain?"

It hurts.

My mother has been in pain all her life.
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