[Politics] Empty Cicada

The next day, Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes.

What fell into his eyes was still the familiar black phoenix bird pattern totem. He was almost heartbroken and couldn't bear to look to his side.

But there was no Ying Zheng by his side.

He still went to the morning court as usual, and he was still diligent in politics.

All of this was as if nothing had happened, but his body's perception and fragmentary memory deeply told him what happened last night.

Han Fei sighed, not sure if it was for himself or for others.

Lu Sheng had been secretly observing Ying Zheng's face when he was in court early.

His complexion today is indeed not good. His fierce and cold eyes in the past are even more terrifying now, as if he is about to eat someone.Ying Zheng glanced inadvertently, just in time to see him, his tongue was trembling with fright, and he quickly lowered his head.Before Lu Sheng could recover from his panic, he noticed other eyes. He looked to the side, and it was Li Si.Li Si looked at him with puzzled eyes, and he shook his head hastily, as if he didn't know anything.

Li Si thought for a while, as if he was thinking about his words, and after a while, he stepped forward with a respectful and loud voice: Your Majesty, General Wang Jian has returned from victory, do you want to celebrate?

Ying Zheng asked: Tingwei thinks, how should we celebrate?

Li Sidao: Follow the etiquette system, and it should be the same as Nanyang Shounei Shi Teng's return to the country after destroying Han.

Ying Zheng sneered: Is Zhao Guo destroyed?

As soon as these words came out, Li Si suddenly felt that his intentions were wrong, and hurriedly knelt down.

Following that, the officials also knelt down one after another. For a while, the officials fell into a long silence.

Ying Zheng looked down at the ministers from above, and for a long time he didn't intend to let them go down.It was not until he stood up and left the court that Zhao Gao called out the word "retire from the court".

Li Si was still immersed in the fear that his life was hanging by a thread just now, and he did not forget to grab Lu Sheng quickly: Lord Lu, what happened to the king today?

Lu Sheng muttered: Me too... I don't know either.

Li Sidao: If it was in the past, Your Majesty must have a good celebration.

Lu Sheng nodded. After all, everyone knew that this young king was always very happy.Just as he was about to say a few words of comfort, Zhao Gao came to look for him.

Zhao Gao watched the expressions of the two of them for a while, and after paying attention to Li Si, he said to Lu Sheng: "My lord Lu, the Queen is here to invite you."

Lu Sheng was taken aback, and after hastily saying goodbye to Li Si, he followed Zhao Gao to the harem.

This new queen is the one who just married the King of Qin not long ago.On the day of their wedding, Lu Sheng watched from a distance, but never saw the queen up close.After Ying Zheng got married, he had never been lucky enough to see her, so naturally he would not have the opportunity to see this beauty.

Although he was curious, he was also trembling. Looking left and right, he really couldn't see the king. He thought that the meeting this time must not have been ordered by Ying Zheng, so he was a little scared, afraid that he might say something wrong.

When he was going up, he kept thinking about what happened last night in his mind, thinking about it, and still didn't understand what happened.He was still thinking, when the queen arrived, he quickly knelt down, but the queen welcomed him up, her voice was soft and moving: "Your Majesty Lu, don't be too polite.

Lu Sheng said: "See the Queen."

After the queen took her seat, she also signaled him to sit down. He lowered his head and carefully looked at the queen from the corner of his eye. He was indeed charming, but when he thought of her situation, he couldn't help feeling sorry.

The queen asked slowly: Your Majesty... have you been busy with business recently?

Lu Sheng said: Your Majesty is diligent in governing and caring for the people, and he is working hard to rule the country. He is naturally... busy.

The queen sighed slightly: I heard that your majesty is the closest to you. From what you said, it seems to be true.

Lu Sheng responded, but still lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.

She hesitated, as if she didn't know how to speak, she said: I haven't seen the king since the day of the wedding, so I prepared some snacks last night and went to visit him in Ganquan Palace, but the palace was brightly lit, but...but seem…

Lu Sheng knew what she was going to say, his heart was in his throat, and he raised his voice tremblingly: Your Majesty!Your Majesty... Your Majesty... The world has not yet been unified, His Majesty is busy with government affairs, or discussing matters with all the adults...

The queen looked at him, her eyes revealed a hint of hesitation, but a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said: "So, I am worrying too much."

In her pair of clear eyes, she was either rejoicing or disappointed, and her sigh was inaudible. It was unknown whether she was relieved or fell into sadness.

When Lu Sheng came out from the queen, he also sighed deeply.

He thought to himself, what has not yet been unified, what is busy with government affairs, our majesty, his mind is all on that lord.

He was very depressed, because he would rather lose his head than make this secret public.

He glanced at the time, and it was almost time to go to Qinghe Palace with Yingzheng, so he hurriedly prepared the elixir and ran to Ganquan Palace.

But the king didn't summon him, nor did he appear to be discussing matters with the ministers, so he had even more doubts in his heart.He knew that Han Fei must be the one who made the king unhappy, but he did it almost every day, and the king didn't care about him.

He thought hard and couldn't understand.

So he stood in front of the palace until sunset.

Until the Ganquan Palace lights up.

He looked up and saw the flickering lights in the palace, reflecting a wandering figure.

His heart followed that figure, coming and going.

He looked up at the night sky, the bright moon was bright and moist, reminding him of that person.My heart, which was supposed to be peaceful just now, became chaotic.

The cicada's voice was continuous, and his heartbeat also fluctuated.

He vaguely felt that now was an opportunity, although he didn't know what he was going to do.The lingering figure in his mind was like a clear breeze and bright moon, but this bright moon and clear breeze illuminated his heart brightly, blowing away the hesitation in his heart.

He took courage, straightened his back, and stepped on the stone steps of Ganquan Palace.

When Ying Zheng saw Lu Sheng, he didn't blame him for coming to meet him without being summoned.

Seeing him kneeling on the ground timidly, he suppressed the resentment in his heart.He sat down a little dejectedly, and said: You go back, today, I don't want to see him.

Lu Sheng knelt, his forehead was pressed against the ground, his legs were trembling, but his heart gradually calmed down, and he said: Your Majesty, you are approaching the center, and there are some criticisms.

Ying Zheng raised his eyes: Oh?What criticism.

Lu Shengdao: The harem...the harem has not had any heirs for a long time. Under the entreaties of all the ministers, although His Majesty has married a new queen, but...he has never been lucky...

Hearing this, Ying Zheng's eyes sharpened, and his voice returned to the cold and harsh voice above the court: What do you want to say.

Lu Sheng tightened his palms, almost bleeding from his palms. He trembled and slowly raised his head. When he met Ying Zheng's eyes, his eyes were full of tears. He said in pain: Your Majesty, the world has not yet been unified. I am not good at Qin!

After all, he knocked his head several times, his forehead hit the ground with a heavy sound, every time, it also hit Ying Zheng's stagnant heart.

Ying Zheng was silent for a long time, so long that Lu Sheng thought that the long night might be over.His sudden opening made Lu Sheng feel as if he had woken up from a dream.

He said: You step back.

His voice was deep and hoarse, still full of coldness. In this usual coldness, Lu Sheng heard a trace of helplessness, helplessness and sadness. This kind of sadness would never appear in someone as arrogant and cold as him. on people.

But tonight, the harem that had been silent for many years finally lit up.

After that night, it has been more than a month for Yingzheng, and it will be the Qinghe Palace in the future.

Han Fei thought, maybe, the ending he was thinking of had already come early.

It can't be called a fluke, and it can't be called joy, but he was a little surprised that all this was logical.

He was still in the quiet palace as usual, reading letters and listening to the sound of cicadas.

Not to mention loneliness, maybe loneliness, this is his life.

He took out the silk cloth that Yingzheng sent before to paint. He thought about Wei Zhuang's current appearance in his mind, but his paintings were strange.He smiled, he knew that he had always been bad at painting, he remembered the time when he painted Ji Wuye in the cold palace in South Korea many years ago, when Wei Zhuang was still by his side.

At that time, he disregarded the heavy imperial guards and flew to see him. When he saw him, he still didn't say a word of comfort.

Maybe he never knew how to comfort people.

When he was finished, he lit the candles as usual, and was about to burn the picture.The flame had just jumped up, but he hesitated. He took out the painting and looked at it again and again, and put it away in the bamboo cabinet beside him.

As usual when Ying Zheng was away, he also talked to Xiao Yun as usual, even though she couldn't hear anything.He smiled, and his voice was as sweet as fairy music.He also used the same pen to paint her, painting the scenery of other countries that he saw when he traveled through famous mountains and rivers.He also taught her to write, one stroke at a time, very seriously, and he smiled very happily looking at the crooked words on the silk.

Xiaoyun also smiled, she had never seen him smile so heartily, although there was always a lingering sadness in his smile.

In midsummer, Han Fei developed the habit of taking a nap. He yawned, changed his clothes and went to the beach.

Adapting to habits has never been difficult for him.Just like he used to be able to see Ying Zheng every day when he woke up, just like he can't see it now when he wakes up.

When he slowly sat up on the bed, he hadn't walked out of that light dream, his eyes were still sleepy.

Until he noticed the motionless shadow behind the screen, he was so startled that he almost cried out.But seeing the figure shake twice, stand up, and walk out slowly from behind the screen, Han Fei's heart gradually calmed down.

Ying Zheng finally came.

At this moment, he could not be said to be lost, nor could he be said to be sad.

Ying Zheng looked at his expression and walked towards him step by step. He asked: Are you scared?

Han Fei shook his head, but did not answer.

Ying Zheng asked: I haven't seen the widow for so many days, do you have anything to say?

He seemed to have something to say, but finally lowered his eyes.

Ying Zheng stared at his long eyelashes, softened his heart, and said softly: After so many days, I miss you very much.

He did not tell half a lie.

These days, he has been thinking about him, thinking about the way he speaks and smiles softly but with harsh words, and the way he looks under his body, panting and unbearable.

I think of his flushed cheeks and his smile like a garden full of spring.Thinking that he took the initiative to open his arms to hug himself, but called someone else's name.

Day and night, like a curse, drove him crazy.

He finally let go of his self-esteem that was far superior to ordinary people.

He even hesitated, and asked him: Then these days, have you ever thought about widows?

Han Fei thought about it, but couldn't bear to lie to him after all: I thought about it.

Ying Zheng was taken aback for a moment, feeling an inexplicable joy in his heart, he hastily asked: But really?

Han Fei said: "People who used to come every day suddenly didn't come for more than a month. It's impossible for me to say that I don't think about it at all."

The joy that Ying Zheng had just climbed into his heart was knocked down by a hammer again. He said coldly: Then you never thought, why didn't I come?

Han Fei chuckled: I don't know, the majestic King Qin would put down his self-esteem and go to be fortunate to a person who keeps calling other people's names...

Before he finished speaking, Ying Zheng hugged him fiercely.

What happened that night made him almost go crazy, he almost suppressed all his anger and came to see him, he thought he would admit his mistake.If he is willing to apologize, he can even let the past go and treat him as before.

He let go of his self-esteem and came to see him like this. He didn't expect that he would show no remorse, and even put what happened that night before his eyes bloody.

He smiled angrily: Han Fei, is that why you want me to know what you care about?

Before Han Fei could react from the severe pain, his chest tightened suddenly. He looked at the person in front of him with terrified eyes: What are you going to do?

Their faces were so close that Ying Zheng could even feel his warm breath spit on the bridge of his nose lightly and chaotically.

He laughed in a low voice, staring at his dark and bright eyes, his low voice revealed fatal danger: You may not know it yet, widow, Zhao Guo has just been destroyed.

Han Fei was not unexpected. After a short period of panic, he chose to remain silent.

He kissed his ear gently, as if enjoying his fear: Zhao Qian's head is now hanging at the gate of Handan.

Han Fei trembled suddenly, but his words were extremely calm, and he said: So.

Ying Zheng said: "That day I let your father and brother go, and Honglian, I respect you, but it doesn't mean that the widow won't do anything to them."

He spoke extremely slowly, every word was like a knife blade, and every sentence was bleeding.

Han Fei stared at him fiercely: Ying Zheng, don't tell me to hate you.

Ying Zheng smiled, with a trace of ridiculous surprise: You never hated me?

Han Fei said bitterly: If you dare to hurt Honglian, I will die in front of you immediately.

Ying Zheng's pupils tightened in an instant, and he tightened his grip on his waist, even exhaling violently: Han Fei, the widow told you that you are not allowed to say another dead word.

Han Fei felt the pain, but smiled instead. He said, "Ying Zheng, if you can control a person to live, can you also control a person to die?"If I want to die, even if you have all kinds of means, you can't stop me.

He was still indifferent, as if to him, life and death were just passing clouds, but in Ying Zheng's eyes, this was clearly persecution.

He said: If you dare to die, I will let all Koreans bury you with you, including your father, brother and Honglian.and that person...

Speaking of this, Ying Zheng raised the corners of his mouth again, and with a confident smile, he leaned closer to his ear again: You who shouted loudly at night, even if the ends of the earth, I will...

Han Fei stopped him abruptly, almost gnashing his teeth: Ying Zheng, how dare you!

Those eyes, which were always cold, were now on fire.From such eyes, Ying Zheng saw himself who was also almost crazy.He laughed, he thought he was a crazy person.

But his cold and majestic appearance is as high as the court.

He said: "Your widow is the king of Qin, and he is about to rule the world. Why don't you dare?"The widow has long known that no matter what, you will never forgive the widow.That being the case, even with this extraordinary method, the widow will keep you by his side.

After all, he observed Han Fei's expression and saw that his face was ashen, and he was even a little complacent, but before he smiled, he suddenly noticed something wrong with Han Fei's expression.His mouth was tightly pursed, as if he was biting something.Horrified, he quickly squeezed his jaw open, and instead, he put his own hand into his mouth.

The sharp pain in his fingers made him gasp, and he woke up instantly, furious to the extreme: How dare you bite your tongue and kill yourself?

Han Fei didn't let go, he bit Ying Zheng's hand hard, as if trying to bite off his fingers.

Although Ying Zheng was in pain, he didn't pull out his hand. He looked at Han Fei biting, and looked at his eyes that hated him to the bone, but he felt inexplicably fortunate in his heart.

He even thought that it would be okay for him to imprint himself deeply in his heart in this way.

Han Fei finally got tired of biting, he let go, still with an indifferent expression.

Ying Zheng was indifferent to his injured hand. He stroked his porcelain-white face with his other good hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked him in a soft voice: Have you bitten enough?

Han Fei didn't even bother to look at him. He stared blankly ahead, but his slightly trembling voice was bone-chilling: Unfortunately, I couldn't bite your throat.

Ying Zheng smiled, and he pointed to his throat ambiguously: If you want to bite here, there are many opportunities to do so on the bed.