[Politics] Empty Cicada

For several days in a row, Han Fei did not speak to Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng had long been accustomed to his indifference.

He writes and paints every day, and he looks at him; he talks and laughs with Xiao Yun while watching paintings, and he also looks at him.

He never struggled in bed, always letting him take.

It's just that even though he bit his lip, he didn't groan.

I don't know when, the cicada stopped singing.

This year's autumn came very late, when the westerly wind roared from Qin State, and when a fallen leaf fell, the whole Xianyang was already gloomy.

Looking at his sleeping state, Ying Zheng remembered that when Han Fei first entered Qin Dynasty, it was also a cold autumn.

Hundreds of thousands of Qin soldiers came to the city of Xinzheng that day, just to force the king of Han to hand over Han Fei.

Han An was originally cowardly and timid, and he was willing to give it to him as a mere ninth son.

He laughed, it turned out that from the very beginning, he was the one who insisted.

He used to watch him every day in the hall, but he couldn't get enough of it.

His voice is warm and clear, clear and without turbidity, like clear spring water.The truth he stated was rich and profound, but he couldn't listen to a single word.

He originally thought that his admiration for talented people was completely normal.

He used to go to him to drink tea and play chess every day after court, no matter what he said, he would listen and respond.Every day, month, month, year, day after day, until he has nothing to say, until his life, except going to court, is the time with himself.

It never occurred to him that this was once a kind of occupation.

He is the king of Qin, he is a minister of Qin, and everything that belongs to the minister belongs to the king.

But obviously being with him every day, the thirst in my heart has never been satisfied.

Until that night, when the concubine concubine was tactful and tactful under her body, when she was infatuated, he pronounced his name.

When he realized it, it was like a thunderbolt.

At that moment, he thought, maybe it was at that moment that he became the crazy look he is now.

That night, it rained heavily, and he rushed to Han Fei's house overnight.

Without being summoned by anyone, he broke into his bedroom.

He was hurriedly putting on his clothes, his eyes were still sleepy, and when he looked up at himself, he was puzzled.

He asked: Your Majesty, what happened?

Almost insane, he pinned him down on the bed and took him by force.

And to this day, he has never denied that it was rape.

Han Fei had a dream.

He dreamed of Wei Zhuang.

Dreaming of Wei Zhuang is not a rare thing for him. When he first came to Qin, he would dream of him almost every day.

At that time, regardless of the danger, he came to Qin to look for him alone.

When he saw him, he suppressed the joy that was almost out of his mouth, and instead blamed him: How could you come to Qin alone.

Wei Zhuang still had a cold look, he said: I haven't heard from you for so long, Zhang Liang thought you were dead.

Han Fei smiled: You came to Qin, didn't you come to see your senior brother?

Wei Zhuang didn't speak, sat down unceremoniously, and poured a glass of water from the glass that Han Fei had just drank.

Han Fei sat across from him and asked him about their lives now.

How about red lotus?How is Zhang Liang?How about Zi Nu?

He even asked about those beautiful girls who used to be in Zilanxuan, and he read the names of those girls one by one.

Wei Zhuang's complexion was a bit uneasy, and he simply ignored him in the end.Until Han Fei casually opened his mouth and asked him: How are you, do you miss me?

He suddenly lost his heartbeat, and shattered the cup with a tight grip.

Han Fei frowned distressedly: Hey, this is a high-quality white jade cup.

Before Wei Zhuang could speak, he heard Ying Zheng's footsteps.

He noticed that Han Fei's palms tightened suddenly, and his face was a little frightened. He didn't have time to ask, so he got up in a hurry, turned around and said, "Leave quickly, don't let him know that you are coming to Qin."

He asked: why?

Han Fei's voice was almost pleading: Get out of here quickly.

He didn't understand what he was doing, but he always did what he said.

Only instead of leaving, he flew to the roof.

He stared at him with an anxious but frightened look, and after taking two steps, he stopped.

His back has a kind of slump like resignation to fate.

He saw Ying Zheng walk in and put his arm around his waist.

He saw him smiling and kissed his lips.

He looked at them, clenched hands almost bleeding.

Before Ying Zheng pinned Han Fei on the floor, his shark teeth were already pointing at his neck.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but wonder, when did he want Han Fei to disappear completely from the front of the world, only for himself.

Maybe it was that day that he met Wei Zhuang.

Even though he had arranged so many masters of the Forbidden Army in Han Fei's residence, he still felt like he was in no man's land.

When his shark's teeth were pointed at him, in this moment of life and death, he remained unmoved.

Wei Zhuang's voice was piercingly cold: let him go.

At this moment, he also understood their feelings.

He thought that the casual words between them expressed concern, as friends, this should be the case.

He sneered, and every time he clenched Han Fei's waist, his shark teeth approached him.

Han Fei lowered his head and remained silent at this moment. He didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, but he clearly felt his trembling.

He deliberately asked him: Han Fei, what is the crime of killing a king?

Wei Zhuang answered for him: You are not my king.

His voice was still cold and deep. For Wei Zhuang, there was nothing in the world that made him afraid, and there was no one he dared not kill or could not kill.

He smiled, and asked back: "Haven't you ever thought about what will happen to you if you kill me?"

Wei Zhuang said: "You have never thought that if I want to take him away, even if there are three thousand forbidden troops here, so what?"

Han Fei knew who Ying Zheng was, he could put everything down and go with Wei Zhuang, but he couldn't let go of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in South Korea.

If Yingzheng were to die, Qin's iron cavalry would be famous, and he would crush the city of South Korea and make South Korea's blood flow like a river.

How can he let go of these people and Honglian.

At this moment, he was held tightly in Ying Zheng's arms, with his back to Wei Zhuang, and neither of them could see each other's face.

And there is only one step between them.

Wei Zhuang could even see his slightly trembling shoulders.

He saw his trembling arms slowly raised, hesitating in mid-air for a long time, the color of his fingertips faded.He retracted extremely slowly, as if what was in front of him was not Ying Zheng, but a red-hot copper pillar, and he was being scorched at this moment.

But he finally hugged him.

Even though he was burnt all over, he didn't regret it.

Seeing Ying Zheng's delighted gaze, he looked at him in disbelief and hugged him even tighter.

His eyes never fell from him, but he never looked back at him.

He has given him his answer.

The countless nights of enjoying the moon with wine in Zilanxuan, the countless times of heart-to-heart eyes in distress, seemed to be in a dream, never really existed.Those past memories cut him to pieces like flying knives, and he was almost unable to stand still.

His heart was buried in the soil.

He finally let go of the shark tooth, just as he let go of himself.

Wei Zhuang left.

He didn't see his figure when he left that day, but his back figure in the dream was resolute.

He reached out to give chase, but grabbed the other hand.

He snapped his eyes open.

It was Ying Zheng's hand.

His eager eyes turned cold for a moment.

Ying Zheng gently held his hand, stroked his forehead tenderly, and asked him: What dream did you have?

Han Fei silently looked away.

Ying Zheng didn't mind, he looked into his clear eyes, and said slowly: In a few days, the envoy from Yan Kingdom will come to Qin, and it happens to be your old friend.

He felt his hand tremble slightly, knowing that he cared about it, even though he remained silent.

So he told him on his own: that man's name is Jing Ke.

He then chuckled: Yan Dan knows how to please the widow, but Yan Guo, the widow will be destroyed sooner or later.

When he said this, there was imperceptible coldness in his eyes.

But the coldness disappeared, and after a while, he bent down and approached his ear, and still promised softly: You can also ask for some benefits from the widow, and the widow will let them go, how about ?

Han Fei stared straight into Ying Zheng's eyes. After so many days, he finally said: You promised that I would not destroy Han. Did you do it?

When he opened his mouth, he was asking his heart.

Ying Zheng smiled lightly, but the soft light on his face suddenly turned cold, he said: You said you wanted the world of 99, but now the widow will fulfill this wish for you, isn't it good?

Han Fei also laughed, contemptuously but calmly. He asked back: When did the 99 I want become the 99 of Qin?

Ying Zheng never said a word to his inquiries. He saw his long black hair pouring down on the light yellow silk like ink, so on a whim, he stretched out his hand to wrap a bunch of black hair, put it to his lips and kissed it softly. He murmured the words he often said in a low voice: This 99% of the world can be given to you by the widow, and the widow only needs your heart.

Han Fei said coldly: Your Majesty doesn't just want my heart, what your Majesty wants is everything.

Hearing this, Ying Zheng smiled, and he leaned down to kiss his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose again: Since Mr. knows, then the widow has nothing to say.

The fiery lips and tongue were entangled, and his breath became hot and chaotic.

Ying Zheng never thought that Jing Ke came this time to assassinate him.

He couldn't even think about it, it came from Ji Dan's instruction, a former friend of his.

When he was surrounded by the forbidden army, he had no fear and a calm face, because he had long put life and death aside.

This expression of seeing death as home reminded Ying Zheng of the man in Qinghe Palace.

It's a pity he's not Han Fei.

His tolerance of letting go of his identity and self-esteem will never be given to anyone else.

But it wasn't that he wasn't frightened this time, but as far as he was concerned, the fright was far worse than when Han Fei threatened him with his life.

Every time he broke a jade cup, it would make him restless for a long time.For this reason, all the utensils he used were replaced with red sandalwood, and there was not a single iron utensil found in the entire palace.

When he came to Qinghe Palace, he was indeed sullen.

Han Fei wrote on the case as usual. When he pushed the door open, Han Fei gave him a rare look. He felt a moment of joy for this concern, even though he knew who Han Fei cared about.

He sneered: You don't want to ask, what did your old friend do today?

Han Fei said: "Your Majesty said yesterday that he is the envoy of Yan State, and he is nothing more than presenting gifts to seek peace."

Ying Zheng said: "His sword is indeed a good sword."

What he meant was unclear, but Han Fei realized something.He was a little stiff, and the hand holding the pen stopped, hanging in mid-air, and sprinkled a dot of ink on the snow-white silk.

The ink stains become more and more open.

Ying Zheng also got closer and closer.

He knows that he is as smart as he is, and he doesn't need to explain himself.He still gently hugged his waist as usual, but his words were sarcasm: I didn't know that so many people would hate you if I killed you.

Han Fei stared at the ink dot in a daze. After thinking for a while, he wrote the word "sword" with that ink dot.

Ying Zheng said: "He is above the court, among the forbidden army, and he keeps calling me a tyrant."

Han Fei didn't look up, and asked calmly, "Don't you?"

Ying Zheng smiled: You say I am, so I am.

For Han Fei's abuse, he seemed to follow the good advice.

He continued: I wanted to spare his life, but he said that I killed Zhongliang to avenge you.

Han Fei's body trembled suddenly, and his whole body became cold all of a sudden, even his breathing was cold, but he still didn't look up.

He wrote as usual, even though his pen was already unsteady.

But his mind is already in a mess.

Ying Zheng couldn't bear this kind of indifference, he suddenly tightened his waist and clasped his mandible, forcing him to look directly at himself.

Ying Zheng stared at his clear and sparkling eyes, and there was a flash of light in the dark pupils, as if he was deliberately avoiding his sight, and his heart became more and more violent.

His eyes were burning like fire, and he gritted his teeth and said: He almost succeeded in assassinating the widow, but you are indifferent.

Han Fei smiled, and even asked with regret: What should I express?Sighing that he, as the number one swordsman in the country of Yan, didn't kill you?

He smiled like a breeze, and when he brushed the flames in his eyes, it caused the fire to burn like a prairie fire.

It's about to burn everything to ashes.

His slightly squinted eyes are as menacing as a beast: You just want the widow to die so much?

Han Fei used his ridiculous tone: You think I don't want you to die?

Ying Zheng said coldly: "It's a pity that it can't be as Mr. wants, the widow is not dead."

He even deliberately provoked him: before the widow's soldiers, no matter how sharp the sword is, it is scrap iron.

He noticed that his breathing was obviously unstable, and even his waist trembled.

He smiled, and he would react like this to any word involving that person.

He simply led another army: You care so much?Then I'll let you take a look at him, okay?

Before he could refuse, he said loudly: "Come on, bring Mr. Jing Ke in."

A terrifying premonition spread in his heart, and he suddenly turned his face away.

However, Ying Zheng forcibly turned his face back. He signaled with a look, and the guard opened the box presented.

He insisted on showing him the bloody head.

His head still exudes a fresh bloody smell.

The same fishy smell gushed out of Han Fei's throat.

He endured and hated, the bottomless hatred in his eyes burned like a flame at this moment.He wanted to curse him with the most vicious language in the world, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The voice next to his ear was still frivolous and leisurely, but it was like a devil, wanting to send him to hell: Why, are you not happy to see your old friend?

And he almost gritted his teeth: Ying Zheng, you will die...

Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth and sprayed it on Ying Zheng's face mercilessly.

He fell back abruptly, fainting.

Ying Zheng froze there for an instant.

Blood dripped slowly from his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose, spreading to his heart drop by drop.

He picked him up like crazy, and shouted in a panic like a child who has done something wrong: Lu Sheng, where is Lu Sheng!

Lu Sheng outside the door didn't know that this kind of thing happened inside, he was so frightened that he rolled and crawled, he even forgot to salute, hurriedly grabbed the man's wrist, and squeezed it carefully, but his face was horrified. Lie down and knocked hard three times, tremblingly said: Great... Great King... Sir... The situation is not good...

Ying Zheng violently pulled him in front of him: If there is anything wrong with him, I will take your head!

His eyes were stained with blood, as if he wanted to swallow the life in front of him alive.

Lu Sheng didn't dare to look directly into Ying Zheng's eyes, he lay down again trembling, his forehead was blood red, but he didn't feel any pain at all.He was afraid, and he blamed himself even more.Those heavy sounds were as deafening as a bell, hitting his timid and cowardly heart one after another.

And the uneasy seed in his heart is also trying to break through the heavy boulder pressing on his heart.