"Super the young master." A boy wearing a robe and regular hair bowed his waist slightly to Zheng.
"You are not my disciple, why are you so polite?" Zheng had a smile on his face and patted Ji Chao on the shoulder standing in front of him, "The king is not a king or a minister, I will talk about these forms later."
"Young Master, don't be good at speaking, there are ears in the walls." Ji Chao had a little helplessness on his face.
His name is Ji Chao, or Xiang Chao, he is just eight years old this year.
When Chu State sent the protons, as the eldest son of Xiang Yan, the general of Chu State, he accompanied him to the southwest Qin State, but he accidentally got together with the new prince Zheng of Qin State a few days ago.
And Zheng is Ying Zheng.
The surname Ying, name Zheng.
"It's okay, I'm just here to see you, what are you fiddling with?" Gongzi Zheng's face showed an interesting look.
Ji Chao sighed, took out a small object from behind and handed it to Gongzi Zheng.
A light flashed slightly in Gongzi Zheng's eyes, and he took the small object in Ji Chao's hand.
It was a bird, a bird assembled by exquisite wood parts.
The bird can walk in the palm of Gongzizheng's hand and will make a "chirp" sound.
"...It's so exquisite." Gongzi Zheng sat on a bench and happily teased the "bird".
Ji Chao stood quietly aside, looking at Gongzi Zheng who was fiddling with the bird, and couldn't help feeling a little helpless.
"Young Master is the best boy." He said subconsciously.
"Why do you say this?" Gongzi Zheng asked casually before his eyes were removed from the little bird in the mechanical department.
"... Chao's father never allowed Chao to fiddle with these things. If he saw them, he would scold Chao. Young Master is the first person to say that this thing is exquisite." Ji Chao was eight years old this year. He looked at Gongzi Zheng with joy in his eyes, "How come he is not Chao's Bole?"
"You call me Bole just a few days ago?" Gongzi Zheng looked at Ji Chao with a funny look and returned the bird to him, "Since that's the case, how about becoming my disciple?"
There was still heavy snow outside Ji Chao's hut, but there was a slight pause at the moment when Gongzi Zheng spoke.
It was on this day that the new prince of Qin, Zheng, gained an unknown and young disciple.
......
Time disappears very quickly like snow under the spring sun.
The changes in this era have always been rapid and sudden, and no one can stop them.
After three years, it was already 247 BC.
Prince Zhengzheng was waiting in front of the bed in the palace, looking sad.
"Zheng'er..." King Zhuangxiang grabbed one of Gongzi Zheng's hand and looked at his thirteen-year-old son with a weak expression.
Behind Gongzizheng, there was another man standing. The man was tall and thin, with a long black beard.
"Father, Zheng'er is here." Gongzi Zheng grabbed King Zhuangxiang's hand and used a little force, with unconcealed sadness on his face.
"After I die, I will leave this Qin State to you... Marquis Wenxin, please assist Zheng'er more." King Zhuangxiang glanced at the tall man standing behind Gongzi Zheng.
The man's name is Lu Buwei and is trusted by Wenxinhou.
There was also sigh in his eyes. King Zhuangxiang could sit in this position of King Qin, and he, Lu Buwei, could be said to have made great contributions.
"I understand." Bowing slightly, Lu Buwei presented the last order of King Zhuangxiang.
"Zheng'er, you should worship Wen Xinhou as Zhongfu." A little consideration flashed in King Zhuangxiang's dim eyes, gritted his teeth, and said to Prince Zheng.
"...I know, I know."
"Be careful of the west side, Zheng'er..."
King Zhuangxiang gradually became weak while holding Gongzi Zheng's hand, and his whole body stopped.
Prince Zheng did not cry, but just knelt in front of King Zhuangxiang's couch, without saying anything for a long time.
......
King Zhuangxiang died, and the thirteen-year-old Prince Zheng ascended the throne, that is,
The King of Qin.
Sitting in his bedroom, the thirteen-year-old Qin Wangzheng looked west, with a gloomy look in his eyes.
He knew what was there in the west.
The Central Plains are composed of seven major powers.
Outside the Central Plains, there are land that has never been explored.
And on that fierce land, not only humans exist, there are things beyond humans.
"Alien race..." Qin Wangzheng sighed.
If it weren't for the rebellion of the foreign race, his father would not have passed away only three years after he ascended the throne of the King of Qin.
There are Xiongnu, Yuezhi, Wusun, and Ailao, Dianyue, and Yelang in the north.
And what exists in the west is the largest Qiang tribes.
"Qin will surely rise in my hands, and I have this confidence." He clenched his fists.
Either clear away the alien race or compete for the Central Plains, the Qin kings of the previous generations would choose one.
But the Qin king's politics are different.
"The former kings had already paved the way for the orphans, how could the orphans endure the happiness of this place?"
He stood up, walked out of the door, looked at the courtyard in the palace, and exhaled a long sigh.
He looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to take the sky for himself.
"Central Plains, I want to sweep across the country, and I want to kill all the foreign races!" Qin Wang Zheng clenched his fists and announced his ambitions loudly.
And in the corner of Xianyang, a disciple of Qin Wangzheng was studying something.
"This is...the thought bond pattern." A candle was lit in front of Ji Chao.
"It can be linked, but...it seems to be insufficient." His tender face was serious, "and I have too little magic power, even if I can link thought bond patterns, I can't use powerful magic."
Bang.
He snapped his fingers, and the candlelight in front of him went out.
Bang.
The fingers rang again, and the candlelight started to burn again.
"I hope this can help me..." Ji Chao shook his head, disconnected the connection with the thought key lines, and continued to write his own things.
And the bamboo slips contain words like these.
"Self-discipline organ"
......
After King Zheng of Qin ascended the throne, he did not choose to take power because he was still young. Most of the things in Qin were handed over to the prime minister Lu Buwei. King Zheng of Qin himself, while studying various knowledge to enrich himself, found his unknown disciple Ji Chao, who had begun to study the mysterious disciple.
"Chao, Gu has been thinking that before the Seven Kingdoms, or even before the Zhou Dynasty, the power of the alien race was even larger than that now. How did people at that time resist the invasion of the alien race?" Qin Wang Zheng paced and asked Xiang Ji Chao.
Both of them know many secrets that ordinary people don’t know.
"There are words in ancient books that there were still immortals at that time. It must be those immortals that blocked the alien race." Ji Chao handed the bamboo slips in his hand to King Zheng of Qin. "My master and I have also studied this point a little. Please take a look first."
Chapter completed!