[Politics] Empty Cicada

Han Fei was in a coma for seven days and nights.

During these seven days and seven nights, Ying Zheng never left Qinghe Palace.

On the seventh night, Han Fei opened his eyes.

Ying Zheng fell asleep lying beside him, his hand was tightly held in his.

He silently withdrew his gaze, staring at the scene in front of him in a daze.

In the lingering clouds and mist, the phoenix is ​​both illusion and reality.It opened its mouth and sang smoothly, noble and Tsinghua, but it looked hoarse and exhausted.

He sneered from the bottom of his heart, and mercilessly pulled his hand out of the man's hand.

This action naturally woke up the light-sleeping man. He was stunned for a moment before he was overjoyed. He confirmed the fact that Han Fei had woken up over and over again, and even forgot to call the imperial doctor.He didn't close his eyes for almost seven days and seven nights, he was exhausted and flustered, and the king of Qin who used to be the mightiest king in the world became very embarrassed at this moment.

And Han Fei never looked at him. When he realized it, the hand that was about to touch him just hovered in midair.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally took his hand back. Ying Zheng didn't even say a word. After staring at him for a long time, he stood up dejectedly and walked out.

Lu Sheng and a group of imperial doctors were kneeling outside the door.

They also knelt for seven days and seven nights.

They knew that although the king didn't say anything, if they couldn't save that person, they wouldn't even be able to survive.

As soon as Ying Zheng walked out, Lu Sheng knew that Han Fei was awake.He was so excited that his hands were shaking, but he suppressed it, and he buried his head even lower.

At this moment, he could do nothing but quietly wait for King Qin's order.

Ying Zheng's voice was low and hoarse: he's awake.

For several days and nights, without eating, drinking, or sleeping, Lu Sheng didn't even know what kind of strength Ying Zheng used to get out of the Qinghe Palace.But the three words that were slowly uttered, almost dissipated in the air, still contained great joy.

The same is true of Lu Sheng's mood.

He was nervous, even ecstatic, so that the cuffs he held tightly in his hands were wet from the sweat of his palms.

He saw that pale and absent-minded face again, and he felt a sudden pain in his heart. This scene, just like when he was resurrected back then, did not seem to be alive at all.

He called him softly: Mr. Han Fei.

Han Fei neither agreed nor looked at him.

He had no choice but to bend his knees and take his pulse piously and carefully.

Seeing that his pulse was stable, he exhaled slowly.He looked at his pale face, his shallow breathing was better than nothing, his empty eyes were staring at something obsessively, he followed his gaze, but there was nothing.

He sighed, and no longer hesitated in his heart.He lowered his voice and pleaded: I know that Mr. is very angry, so he will definitely not be able to listen to anything now. The King is not here, and I only have this chance. Please remember every word I say, sir.

Before he could respond, Lu Sheng continued: "When the waking of insects arrives in the coming year, it will be the king's birthday. The king must entertain all the officials for three days and three nights. At that time, the king will never have time to come to Qinghe Palace."

After hearing this, Han Fei's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if touched, but he didn't say a word.

He sighed again, and said: At that time, I will use the name of seeing a doctor to come to Qinghe Palace to watch the night. You can switch identities with me, sir, and I can... rescue him.

When Han Fei heard his plan, he opened his mouth in surprise, as if he wanted to say something.In his frightened and unbelievable eyes, there was a hint of expectation, although they were fleeting.

His voice was extremely quiet, but his eyes were extremely firm: No, if he finds out, he will never let you go.

Lu Sheng already knew that he would not agree, so he suppressed his voice: I know that my husband must have a better plan, I just want to send my husband out, death is not a pity.

Han Fei said, "I... don't deserve such a sacrifice from an adult."

Lu Sheng said sadly: If I see that my husband's life is worse than death, I would rather die.

Han Fei was stunned. A walking corpse like him was in vain to be affectionate.

Seeing that he was silent, Lu Sheng said with a sinking heart: Sir, do you really don't want to see that person again?

Han Fei said: If I want to exchange other people's lives for my own selfish desires, I can't do it.

Lu Sheng sighed: Mr. is too kind.

Han Fei said coldly: By doing this, I will abandon my humanity.

Lu Sheng said: "I know that my husband had great ambitions, but the world is ultimately left to those who drink blood and are ruthless."

Hearing this, Han Fei couldn't help but think of the scene that day. Although his stomach was empty, it was full of turmoil.

Lu Sheng was startled and hurriedly fed him a pill.After he breathed a little easier, he continued to persuade: I know that Mr. Jingke is saddened by the death of Mr. Jing Ke, but if you don’t leave, more people will die for you...

He still seemed to have something to say, but at this moment, Xiaoyun just pushed the door open and entered. Han Fei made a look with his eyes, and Lu Sheng immediately stopped talking, pretending to feel his pulse.

But Xiaoyun just put down the food box and walked out, without looking at them during the process.

Lu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to speak, but Han Fei closed his eyes. He shook his head slowly, silently blocking his next words.

Lu Sheng was anxious, and didn't know what to say for a while. He looked at him, his voice was very low, but he was determined: I will wait for the day when my husband can figure it out.

During this period of time, all the precious medicinal materials found by the alchemists of Qin State from all over the world were sent to Qinghe Palace.

Han Fei still wandered outside the gate of hell every day, and as soon as he closed his eyes, Ying Zheng could no longer sleep peacefully.

Even when he speaks, he is very careful.He was afraid that after seeing the disdain in his eyes, he would provoke him again.

Just like when Han Fei was in a coma, he took over the job of the maid himself.When he was in a coma, he used to wipe and bathe him every day, give him medicine and water, but now that he woke up, he didn't even dare to touch him.

Because any physical touch, Han Fei would resist.

Whenever he wants to hold his waist, he will stay away silently; whenever he wants to touch his face, he deliberately turns his face away; when he feeds him porridge, he never takes a sip .

He even lowered his noble head and confessed his mistake to him for the first time: I have buried Mr. Jing Ke with honor...Forgive me...OK?

In front of him, the king of a country, his arrogant self-esteem and royal power are like nothing.

But the disgust and hatred in his eyes were so obvious that he was not given any chance to repent.

But even so, Ying Zheng still didn't have the final bargaining chip.

That is the Korean royal family who are still under house arrest.

He endured this kind of silent pain, almost to the limit, night after night, he spent a whole month in this almost maddening endurance and bitterness.

Although nothing major happened this month, it was indeed a strange thing that King Qin, who had always been diligent in governing, suddenly did not go to court for more than a month.Some people think that Jing Ke's assassination this time has affected King Qin's mood; others think that after Zhao was destroyed, King Qin wanted to take advantage of it to recuperate.

No matter what the possibility is, it's just what they think. All civil and military officials are looking for reasons for the king's inaction, and no one dares to speculate on Ying Zheng's thoughts.

A heavy snow fell silently.

Han Fei's body gradually showed signs of improvement under the elixir of Da Qin alchemist and Ying Zheng's meticulous care.

It was freezing cold outside the window, but the palace where the earth dragon was burning was as warm as spring.

When Han Fei woke up from the collapse, he was still in his dream.

"Mr. don't go, more people will die for Mr.."

These days, Lu Sheng's words have always been lingering in his mind, even in his sleep, he often recalls them.

These days, Lu Sheng never once thought of giving up.

It's just that what he faced was a heart that hadn't had time to melt away.

He walked slowly towards the window and pushed the closed window open.

A gust of cold wind woke him up.

Looking at the heavy snow outside the window, he stretched out his hand involuntarily, wanting to touch the cold.

But before Xuehua touched his fingertips, Ying Zheng took it back.His hand was cold, and was tightly held by his warm hand. He subconsciously wanted to break free, but suddenly stopped, and he let him hold it.

These days, he has already been physically and mentally exhausted.

Ying Zheng held his cold hand, seeing his lowered eyelashes trembling slightly, he didn't intend to refuse, and was even flattered.He took the opportunity to hug his shoulders, and said softly: "It's cold by the window, don't freeze."

The warm palms and chest were not the warmth Han Fei wanted. The coldness in his heart was worse than the ice and snow outside the window.

He was silent without any response.

Ying Zheng had long been used to his indifference. As far as he was concerned, Han Fei no longer resisted, but was already giving in.His mood lifted from this, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth in the past month.He said to himself: "The imperial doctor said that your health is much better and you can go out for a walk. When the snow stops, the widow will take you out for a walk, okay?"Do you have a place you want to go?

Although the palm was cold, he insisted on warming it up.

He continued to probe: a little wine is fine, Zhao... the envoy once paid tribute to some Xinghuabai, would you like to try it?

He said that Zhao Guo's Xinghuabai is the first-class wine in Zhao Guo.

He once drank under the flowers alone, and it was the apricot blossom white that he drank.

When he was drunk, he stared at him blankly.

His face was unparalleled under the moonlight, and his brows and eyes were clear and dazzling under the scorching peach blossoms. When he smiled, it seemed that the whole spring was reflected in his eyes.

The slightly parted thin lips were stained with a faint red, but they murmured Wei Zhuang's name.

Ying Zheng's heart didn't have time to soften for a moment, and his anger burned like a fire. He threatened every word in his ear: If you call his name again, I will kill you.

He also knew that once he said something, it would be hard to follow him, so he never let Han Fei drink again.

That day was an accident.

When he heard that name again, his whole body was stiff, and his hand stretched out to his neck involuntarily.

He thought maybe he would die and he wouldn't suffer so much anymore.

But when he took the initiative to meet him and hugged him, at that moment, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't hear the person shouting in his mouth, and he couldn't hear what he had said.

He crazily wants to know how it feels for him to love himself, like he loves Wei Zhuang.

The usual expressionless, indifferent and reserved person hugged him, catered to him, lingered with him, and even turned into a pool of spring water under him.

He had never had this feeling before.

He can't hear, he can't hear anything.

He couldn't hear anything except his intermittent, soft moans.

Like drinking poison to quench thirst, even if there is only a moment of sweetness, he will not change until death.

envy?Who is he to be jealous of?

Hugging Han Fei at this moment, the only one who owns Han Fei is himself.

And that person, I would never want to meet him in my life.

Thinking of this, he hugged him tightly again.

Han Fei let him hug him and looked up out of the window.

The red plum branch outside the window quietly bloomed without knowing when.

Little by little, it was as red as blood.

Just like Jing Ke's blood, not a single drop was left, and all of it was reflected in his eyes.

And Lu Sheng spared no effort to persuade him every day, and every word fell into his heart.

How could he not want to escape, as early as the first day he was imprisoned in Qinghe Palace, he wanted to escape, but he was alone and helpless.Now someone is willing to help him, but he hesitates, because the safety of Honglian, Zhang Liang and others is far from enough, and he must take into account the Korean royal family in Yingzheng's hands.Today's Yingzheng is no longer the young king who forbears and keeps quiet. After removing Lu Buwei, his imperial spirit is like a dragon in the sky, and seizing the world is like picking something out of a bag.What Yingzheng was going to do would be a disaster, and he couldn't stop it.

He finally knew that those cooks who could not cook his favorite dishes were hanged outside the city gate of Xianyang one by one; those doctors who could not cure his diseases were buried in the stone wall of the city; The comrades who enjoyed the moon with wine and argued for his death, disregarding life and death, had their skulls smashed and thrown into mass graves a hundred miles outside the city.

Ying Zheng blindfolded his eyes, and he couldn't see those people who were bleeding like rivers; he covered his ears, and he couldn't hear those people crying and crying.If Lu Sheng hadn't told him desperately, he would still be living in the humble deal with him, exchanging his body for the life of the Korean royal family.He thought that outside of this, everything was peaceful and peaceful.

Thinking of this, he smiled softly.

With a more or less self-deprecating smile, Ying Zheng looked at it but was terrified. He hurriedly asked him softly: What's wrong?

Han Fei shook his head, pushed him away, and left the window.

Seeing his appearance, Ying Zheng felt even more nervous.Just as he was about to continue asking him, Lu Sheng broke in without any summons. He knelt down without saying a word, and tremblingly said: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty...

Yingzheng was a little unhappy, and worried that Han Fei was by his side, he suppressed his anger and said, "What's the matter."

Lu Sheng tremblingly said: Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Please... Please take a step to speak.

A person came to Qinghe Palace.

A man who has never been here before.

What Yingzheng saw when he walked out of Qinghe Palace was the queen kneeling in the ice and snow by herself.

He glanced at Lu Sheng and walked over.

He never thought that he was a good husband. When he saw the majestic mother of a country condescending to kneel in the ice and snow, he was actually indifferent.

His voice was also as cold as snow: how do you know this place.

He didn't ask what she was doing here, what he cared about was who leaked the place.

When she lowered her head, Zhu Chaibuyao was also buried in the snow, but her voice was still clear and gentle, she said: My concubine begs Your Majesty to return to the palace.

Ying Zheng's face darkened: What are you doing.

The Queen said: "Your Majesty has not been in court for more than a month, and all the officials have already heard a lot of voices. If the prime minister and the general did not fight to the death, the ministers and concubines would not know how to explain to the officials."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng's face softened a little, he helped her up, and said: "It's true that the widow did not think carefully about this matter, and I have to trouble the queen."

The queen saw his eyes, and her heart became more and more sad. Before she could stand up, she knelt down again and said: "Forgive me for being bold. I know that there is someone your Majesty loves in this palace. I am willing to take her into the palace personally." , no embarrassment.If His Majesty insists, the concubine is willing to give up the post.As for whether it will harm the harmony between Qin and Chu, His Majesty does not need to worry.

Ying Zheng's heart ached inexplicably.

Every word she said entered Ying Zheng's mind, but he couldn't give her an answer.

After a long time, he finally said: You don't need to know about this person from Qinghe Palace, and from now on, you don't need to come again.

After finishing speaking, he gave a look to the guard behind him, then turned around and wanted to leave.

The queen was already on the verge of heartbreak, and she screamed with all her strength: Your Majesty, even if you don't take pity on your concubine, please take pity on the still young son Fusu, and take pity on your flesh and blood in the womb of your concubine!

Ying Zheng stopped.

Han Fei also stopped.

He had just walked out of the palace when he saw this scene.

That hoarse cry, every single word, was colder than the cold December wind, and it shattered his body.

He instinctively stepped back, wanting to escape, but almost lost his footing.At the same time, a familiar figure caught him.

His perennial sword hand trembled when he caught him.

He couldn't believe that the person he saw before him was still alive.

It's just that his figure is as thin as a bamboo, and he has long lost the vigor of the past.

Although Han Fei didn't look back, he had already guessed who it was.He sighed deeply, turned his head silently, and met his eyes.

He looked at him for a long time, but there was no trace of blood on that cold and handsome face, and even the graceful thin lips were gray, how could this be the same radiant person back then.

He had already guessed seven or eight points about Ying Zheng's actions.

His voice trembled until it was almost distorted: Han Fei...

Han Fei smiled slightly: Mr. Ge Nie.

Gai Nie said: You are not dead.

Han Fei said, "I'm no different from dead now."

Gai Nie took half a step forward, hesitated for a moment, then took back his steps, and asked: Does he know?

Han Fei didn't answer.

Gai Nie was also silent, his sword grip was getting tighter and tighter, seeing the dismal appearance of his former friend, he didn't know what he would do next.

Time can change many things, if he was back then, he might have taken him away without hesitation.

If he was back then, he would not have watched Jing Ke die.

But Jing Ke is dead, and Han Fei is still alive.

The snow fell more and more, but the wind gradually stopped.

Ying Zheng took off the fox fur cloak to keep out the cold, and put it on the queen.

Ge Nie stepped forward and grabbed Han Fei's wrist.

His throat moved, and Han Fei realized what he was going to say. He shook his head and said, "Tianhan, please escort the king and queen back to the palace."

Ge Nie said: I will take Mr. away.

Han Fei said: "I know the descendants of Guigu, it's easy to take away one of the three thousand forbidden troops."

Gai Nie said: "In this case, why don't you come with me, sir."

Han Fei said: "You saved me out of benevolence and righteousness, and also out of regret for not saving Jing Ke at the beginning."I don't go with you because of my benevolence and righteousness, and I don't want to leave myself with regrets.

Gai Nie asked: Sir's benevolence and righteousness?

Han Fei asked back: In your heart, would I be the kind of person who would risk the lives of my best friends for my own sake?Why can't I do what Jing Ke can do?

Ge Nie froze. He grabbed Han Fei's wrist and froze in midair.

He looked at him, even though he was already weak and dying, he still stood like green pines and poplars, his voice was calm and clear, even a little aggressive.

With a low and hoarse voice, he asked him: "Then how do I... explain to Xiao Zhuang?"

Hearing his name, Han Fei's eyebrows drooped, and he replied softly: You don't need to explain to him, because you didn't see me today.

Gai Nie smiled wryly: Mr. Han Fei, you should use your cruelty to compete in the world.

Han Fei turned around slowly and looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky.His face was as pale as paper, but it looked like the snow lotus slowly blooming in the ice and snow.

He was as cold as a piece of ice that could not be melted, but there was a trace of warmth in the corner of his mouth.The indissoluble mist in front of him was blown away by the cold wind, and his eyes were as clear as green stones at this moment.

Just like Mr. Han Fei who was above the court many years ago.