Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

At the end of the year, Shi Huang made his second east tour.

When he traveled to the sand dunes, Shihuang fell ill and became seriously ill.

The carriage on the side of the road stopped, with fallen leaves between the wheels, and the horses stood by the side of the road, stepping on their hooves, turning up the dirt on the ground, and humming from time to time.

The sun is rarely seen in winter, bringing a bit of warmth.Passing through the leaves and falling on the trunk and the ground, the light spots are scattered.

Gu Nan and Li Si stood in front of the tent, there was a coughing sound from inside the tent, and then a somewhat dull voice sounded: "Gentlemen, come in."

The soldiers in front of the door raised the curtain, and Gu Nan and Li Si walked into the tent.

The light in the tent was a little dim, and there was a bed in the middle.

The person on the bed looked haggard, and he could no longer see the upright figure of that year.

There is dust in the air, which makes it difficult to breathe.

The soldier was about to put down the curtain, when the person on the bed waved his hand: "Don't put it down, I want to get some air."

The soldier nodded and tied up the curtain.

The outside wind came in, and the dullness of the air was reduced.

The person on the bed coughed a few more times, turned his head, and looked at the soldiers outside the door: "Get back first."

The soldiers outside the door nodded, bowed and retreated, leaving only the three people in the tent.

"Please sit down, gentlemen." Ying Zheng said softly, pointing to the two cushions beside the bed, even so he seemed powerless to raise his voice.

Gu Nan and Li Sim bowed silently and sat down.

"How's the widow's illness?" Ying Zheng asked as he lay there with his hands on his body and opened his pale lips.

Li Si's face showed a look of embarrassment, and he didn't speak.

He had asked the imperial physician before, but the imperial physician only pleaded guilty, but there was nothing he could do.

The two people in the tent did not answer.

However, Ying Zheng laughed as if relieved: "Actually, I know it myself, I think my life is over."

"Your Majesty." Li Si wanted to speak, but Ying Zheng raised his hand gently, not letting him speak.

He just continued to speak softly.

"Since this tour to the east, I have seen countless refugees, constant grievances, dead bones of unknown people on the road. The disease is not cured, the autumn harvest has no seeds, the people are hungry and cold, and the world is like a prison..."

Ying Zheng said, looking blankly in front of him: "It's just that I don't understand."

"Is the widow wrong? Is it really the widow's tyranny and strict laws that should be blamed by heaven?"

Asked, Gu Nan and Li Si did not know how to answer.

Ying Zheng's eyes opened slightly, and his eyes were slightly red: "Is it really the widow's fault? Is it really Da Qin's fault?"

"Don't Daqin end the troubled times and let the flames of war spread everywhere?"

"The Great Qin shouldn't conquer the Xiongnu Baiyue, but let the people be plundered?"

"Shouldn't Daqin clear away the old precious land and give it to the people, should it make the world hungry and cold?"

Ying Zheng questioned, not knowing who he was asking, but with red eyes, he asked softly: "Is it really my Daqin's fault?"

The candlelight beside the bed flickered, reflecting some blood on his face, and it was no longer so pale.

He didn't ask any more, just sighed weakly, as if he had exhausted everything in his life.

Then he coughed, leaving only the sound of violent coughing in the tent.

After the voice died down, Ying Zheng put down his hands, his sleeves and hands were stained with blood.

He turned his head to look at Gu Nan and Li Si at the side, and said solemnly: "Two gentlemen, help Su Shangyou, it is difficult to understand the political affairs. The northern border is in trouble, and the country is in turmoil. Fortunately, the two gentlemen are by your side."

"If the income is not good, I ask the two gentlemen to work hard..."

"Minister." Li Si's voice paused: "Observe the order."

"Mr. Li, please draw up an imperial edict. After the widow passes away, crown prince Su as the second king..."

Ying Zheng's voice continued to finish the edict.

Li Si folded his arms in front of his body, bowed his head and retreated to make an edict.

He walked out of the tent, but the light outside was cold on his body.

He lowered his head, looked at his hands, and slowly clenched them again.

This world of Great Qin should not be overthrown by the sky.

The old and drooping figure held his hand and left in this chilling light.

In the tent, Gu Nan knelt and sat beside Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng looked at her and suddenly laughed, and said softly, "Mr. Gu, why didn't you say a word?"

There was no answer, but Ying Zheng continued to ask with a smile: "Mr. Gu, my widow, I have not been able to seek that longevity..."

Gu Nan raised his head and looked at the person on the bed.

"Sir." He looked at Gu Nan: "Why don't you let me go back on my word once, how about you just promise me one thing?"

After a long silence, Gu Nan nodded: "Okay."

Ying Zheng's eyes fell on Gu Nan's armor: "Sir, maybe take off the armor?"

Gu Nan was startled, and finally raised his hand, and took off the armor on his face.

That face is the same as before, not like a mortal person, but there is a frown between the brows, with a bit of twilight sinking.

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to release the frowning brows of the person in front of him.

He looked at the blood that had just been coughed up between his hands and sleeves, but stopped his hands in the air, and finally took them back, fearing that she would find them dirty.

"Why is Mr. always frowning? I haven't seen Mr. smile for a long time."

Gu Nan frowned, showing a smile: "No one laughs for nothing."

"Too."

Ying Zheng smiled and turned his head. In front of his eyes, there seemed to be white flowers all over the sky.