Duan Murong followed Hong Lian, looking at Hong Lian who seemed to be walking in her own home in front of her, with a confused expression. The atmosphere here was too depressing. Why did Hong Lian seem to like it so much?
With such curiosity, Duan Murong walked into the main hall and entered the depths of the main hall.
"Medical disciple Duan Murong pays homage to the king." Duan Murong, who appeared in front of Ying Zheng, saluted Ying Zheng in a dignified manner.
"These are several volumes of notes left by Bian Que. Since you are here now, you can take a copy of them back..." Ying Zheng pointed to a pile of about twenty volumes of bamboo slips beside him.
"Master Bian Que?" Duan Murong heard this and looked at Ying Zheng and the pile of bamboo slips beside him, as if looking at the most delicious food in the world.
"Are these the things sent from Qi State?" Honglian was looking at the pile of bamboo slips curiously at this time, as if she understood something.
"Duan Murong thanked the king." If the previous salute was pretentious, then Duan Murong's gratitude at this time was from the bottom of her heart.
I saw Duan Murong looking to Ying Zheng's left and right at this time, as if he was looking for a copy, and now he was copying it.
Seeing Duan Murong's eager look, Honglian couldn't help curling her lips. Did she want to start copying now? Did she forget where this place was?
But, no, Duan Murong, you are too familiar with yourself, right?
In Honglian's astonishment, Duan Murong walked straight to a small desk next to Ying Zheng's desk, picked up a bamboo slip from Ying Zheng's side and read through it.
"That's my place." Honglian stared at Duanmu Rong, who was either confused or smart. She felt for a moment that she seemed to be the superfluous person.
Medical Academy.
Nian Duan looked at the setting sun slowly disappearing over the Western Mountains, with a worried look in his eyes.
"Is Ronger not coming back?" Nianduan said to himself.
Regarding Duan Murong going to Xianyang Palace to find Honglian, Nianduan acquiesced.
Nian Duan, who had already made up his mind to gain a foothold in Qin, knew very well the importance of establishing a good relationship with the King of Qin.
However, although the truth is clear, it is still difficult to feel at ease emotionally. After all, it is Xianyang Palace, the most unpredictable place in the world.
Amidst Nianduan's worries, Duanmurong returned from Xianyang Palace on the third day with a tired look on her face. When Nianduan almost thought that something unexpected had happened to Duanmurong, Duanmurong met her master's worried gaze.
But she smiled, very happily and brilliantly, just like when Nian Duan saw Duan Murong for the first time.
In Xingle Palace, Zhao Ji no longer had the joy of the past, and now she looked completely sad.
"Time is really cruel to women." Zhao Ji sighed.
"Why does the queen sigh like this?" Ying Zheng said.
"Why does Grandmother Queen Mother sigh like this?" Ying Yan, who was kneeling beside Ying Zheng, said at this time, imitating Ying Zheng's tone.
"I met your grandmother, Queen Mother Xia, two days ago." Zhao Ji sighed.
What next? Ying Yan pricked her little ears, waiting for her father Ying Zheng's answer, so that she could imitate him. But for a while, she heard nothing, and she couldn't hear her father Ying Zheng's answer.
Ying Yan raised his head and saw Ying Zheng's expressionless face. He quickly turned his head and imitated Ying Zheng's expression, showing an expressionless face. Unfortunately, those pairs of eyes turned like black gems.
The same eyes had betrayed her completely.
"No matter whether you are a commoner or the queen mother of a country, you can't escape life, old age, sickness and death, as long as you are human," Ying Zheng said.
"Yes, there is no escape. Birth, old age, illness and death are not terrible. What is terrible is that at the time of death, there are people or things that are difficult to let go of. Leaving them with reluctance is such a terrible thing." Zhao Ji
Instead of saying it inexplicably.
"How deep your attachment to life is, how deep your fear of death is." Ying Zheng said.
"How deep your attachment to life is, how deep your fear of death is." Ying Yan said.
"Zheng'er, your daughter is getting more and more naughty. She looks like you did when you were a child." Zhao Ji looked at Ying Yan next to Ying Zheng and was amused by Ying Yan's imitation of Ying Zheng.
"Really? Queen Mother? Do I look like my father when he was a child?" Ying Zheng hadn't spoken yet, but Ying Yan was already happy when he heard Zhao Ji's words.
Zhao Ji's words were obviously just teasing Ying Zheng, but in Ying Yan's ears, they turned into the best compliment.
"It's not like that." When Zhao Ji heard this, she was a little surprised, but then she understood and put on a serious expression.
"It doesn't look like it?" The smile on Ying Yan's little face that didn't have time to disappear instantly froze.
"No, your father is not as stupid as Yan'er." Zhao Ji said with a bluster.
"Father, is this really the case?" Ying Yan seemed to have heard the cruelest words in the world, and his eyes were filled with tears.
"Yeah." Ying Zheng nodded.
"Wow." The last glimmer of hope in Ying Yan's heart was shattered by Ying Zheng's words.
At this time, in her little heart, the only thing left was the terrifying fact that she did not miss her father. A huge fear dominated Ying Yan's mind.
Ying Zheng's cooperation obviously put Zhao Ji in a good mood, but this good mood did not last long, because next, she had to face a cruel fact, that is, how to bring down the hysterical Ying Yan who was crying
Be coaxed.
Zhao Ji, who realized the problem, couldn't help but feel like she was trapped in a cocoon.
Ying Zheng listened to his daughter's cries, but remained unmoved.
Well, from Ying Yan's crying, at least one thing can be proved, that is, Ying Yan's talent is good and his aura is long, which is a good material for martial arts training.
Ying Yan, who just cried with her face raised at first, soon seemed to be buried in Ying Zheng's arms. Obviously, what she needed at this time was comfort.
"You'd better coax her." Zhao Ji said helplessly.
Ying Zheng didn't say anything. He just squeezed Ying Yan's little face. The little guy who was crying hysterically stopped crying instantly and got into Ying Zheng's arms, as if he was the painful little girl just now.
It's not like she is ordinary.
"This is a cunning little guy." Zhao Ji, who was shocked by Ying Yan's changes, said in shock.
"Zheng'er, how much do you know about Zhiyang Palace?" Zhao Ji asked, taking her attention away from Ying Yan. At this time, Zhao Ji was more concerned about the situation of her old enemy than Ying Yan.
"Even if there is not ten points, there are still seven, seven or eight." Ying Zheng said.
"Zheng'er, why do you know so clearly? Did you infiltrate the people in Zhiyang Palace?" Zhao Ji asked suspiciously.
She could only think of such a possibility now, otherwise, she really couldn't explain the reason.
"He's not a trap, but he can be considered an undercover agent." Ying Zheng said.
"Who is that person?" Zhao Ji asked curiously.
"Pearl." Ying Zheng said.
"Well, it turns out she's the woman you bought for one gold." Zhao Ji said clearly.
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The chapter name is wrong and will be corrected later so that the content does not affect reading.