[Politics] Empty Cicada

Han Fei stared blankly at the stream of blood. Suddenly, he widened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief.And without warning, Ying Zheng possessed himself and bit his open lips in astonishment. He didn't mind that the sharp weapon was about to pierce his chest, but he took it even deeper.

He hugged him so tightly that Han Fei almost had the illusion that his bones were about to be crushed by him.The strong smell of blood also spread wantonly among them.

Han Fei panicked, and his whole body trembled violently.He pushed him away violently, and threw the silver hairpin violently.

The silver hairpin hit the ground and made a crisp sound. For a moment, only the muddy breathing of the two people remained in the entire palace.

Han Fei was stunned.

Although all of this was within his expectation, but the moment he threw the hairpin out, he didn't know what he was doing, whether it was the unknowing sincerity or the deliberate pretense of flattery.

Even though the hairpin's ending had been decided, the momentary wavering in his heart actually made him panic.He should have pretended to be at a loss and on the verge of tears to deceive Ying Zheng's trust, but he suddenly smiled.

He laughed.

He laughed that he didn't want to kill him at first, he laughed that he hated him so much that he was reluctant to kill him in the end.He laughed at the cowardly seed that had already germinated in his heart but didn't know it. He laughed at the fact that he was so proud that he was far behind Jing Ke. .

He should have inserted that hairpin into his heart long ago.

He even shed tears, but in a daze, before he could feel the salty liquid with his hands, Ying Zheng hugged him tightly in his arms.

He let him hug him, tears ran across his cheeks, across Ying Zheng's chest, with scorching temperature, merged with his blood.

He knew Han Fei's reaction by heart.

He no longer wondered where the hairpin came from, no longer wondered whether he was going to use it to kill him or himself.The moment the hairpin was thrown out, it was as if he had personally crushed his icy heart that would push him thousands of miles away.He let him cry, and he wanted those tears to flow down all the unspeakable choking and bitterness of his past, without leaving a single drop.

He murmured softly, as if he had murmured in his ear for more than 1000 nights: Han Fei...

From now on, the widow will never force you again.

Yingzheng let go of the Korean royal family.

Han Fei learned of this the next morning.

After listening to Lu Sheng finished speaking, he had just drawn a map of Qinghe Palace.Although he had never walked through the entire Qinghe Palace in person, he drew the entire route based on Lu Sheng's description and remaining memories.

He glanced at it, lit a candle, and burned the map.

While burning, he asked, his voice a little hoarse: Who sent them out of the city?

Lu Sheng said: "General Meng Tianmeng."

Han Fei then asked: Was it the Queen's order to send them to Chu?

Lu Sheng nodded and said: "I can't hide it from you sir, the queen indeed already knows about this matter."

Han Fei lowered his eyes, and he couldn't help but think of the little princess he had once met when he traveled to Chu State.At that time, he was rafting on the lake with his young master, enjoying the wine, while she was picking lotus with the accompanying female officer not far away.She is not yet ten years old, but she looks elegant and handsome, her big eyes are as bright as a mirror, she looks very much like Mrs. Su who is beside the king of Chu who is all over the world.

When the two boats collided, she was not annoyed, she lifted her skirt and stepped on their boat, wanting to drink together.They didn't care, they made a place for her to sit, and continued to talk about the world, Confucianism and Law.

She listened quietly at the side, but when she mentioned Qiang Qin, she suddenly raised her head, flashing her big eyes that were clear and moving, and said: "My future husband is the King of Qin."

Han Fei smiled. He lowered his head and asked her: How do you know that your husband is the King of Qin? Ying Zheng is ten years older than you.

She replied: My father said that my sister and I will marry Qin Wang in the future.

Her voice was immature but clear, like a baby swallow returning to its nest, Han Fei only sighed softly after listening to her indifferent tone.

He sighed that at such a young age, she already knew her own destiny.

In the second year after she finished speaking, her elder sister was sent to Qin State together with Young Master Qi.

It's a pity that that stunningly beautiful woman died before she was even in her teens, leaving only Fusu who was only three years old.The King of Chu showed no mercy, and he sent the little princess to Qin State in the third month after her death.

Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but become confused, and his face sank.

Seeing this, Lu Sheng hurriedly asked: "Sir, what do you think is wrong?"

Han Fei said slowly: "Now the four countries, with Qi and Chu working together, can still fight Qin.If something happens in the future, Ying Zheng will indeed be concerned about the relationship between the two countries and will not act rashly.But the king of Chu is cowardly by nature, greedy for life and afraid of death, if Ying Zheng really wants to ask him for someone, he will definitely send them away.

Lu Sheng said: "Sir, what you said is reasonable, but since the queen wants to protect her, why should she not accept this favor?"Now they have nowhere to live apart from Chu.

Han Fei thought for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Can my lord do something for me?"

Lu Sheng said, "Sir, please tell me."

Han Feidao: "My lord, please explain to General Meng that after they leave the city, let them change into ordinary people's clothes immediately. The sky is high and the water is far away, and they can make a living by themselves. Don't stay in Qin State."

Lu Sheng was puzzled: Wouldn't they be more dangerous without the protection of the royal family?What's more, if they lost their whereabouts, how can the husband ensure their safety?

Han Fei said: If Ying Zheng only let go of half of their hands, their whereabouts would be known by one more person, and there would be more danger.

Lu Sheng nodded and said: "Sir, what you said is very true. After I returned to the city, I immediately went to find General Meng."

He sighed softly, and said, "Perhaps I worried too much. I still dare not believe in Ying Zheng completely."

When he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes again, and half of his face was covered by thin shadows.His eyelashes trembled, his eyes were clear but bottomless, and no one could clearly see the uneasiness and waves in those eyes.

Ying Zheng is in a good mood these days, even worse than the mood after the extermination of Zhao.Originally, he was born extremely outstanding, but he was born cold, unsmiling, and often depressed.Now I can see his smile from time to time, even the pavilions and waterside pavilions of Xianyang Palace, the dilapidated buildings and palaces look radiant.

In the court, he also had a much more pleasant face, which made the courtiers feel at a loss.At court this day, Li Si asked Lu Sheng as usual, but Lu Sheng had no choice but to tell the whole story about the new queen's happiness, and all the officials were in an uproar.The next day, the female officer who gave the gift almost stepped on the threshold of the inner palace.

But Ying Zheng's joy was naturally not because of this matter.His emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy have always been affected by only one person.

When he pushed open the door of Qinghe Palace, Han Fei was lazily leaning against the window alone. He was still wearing the snow silver fox fur, which set off his pitch-black hair and thin red lips. The air of fireworks in the world.

There is still a faint scent of incense in the house, and the warm sun seeping through the window penetrates the wisps of smoke in the air, lingering in mid-air.Even the person who has always been as cold as frost, at this moment is also carefree and approachable.

So Ying Zheng's heart also calmed down.

He couldn't bear to disturb him, so he walked lightly, walked behind him slowly, and embraced him in his arms.

Han Fei had known he was coming, so he lowered his head and leaned against Ying Zheng's chest.

Seeing his sleepy appearance, Ying Zheng asked softly, "Did you sleep well yesterday?"You said that you couldn't sleep well these days, so the widow ordered someone to put incense for calming and sleeping in the cabinet in the side hall. If it is useful, you can ask Xiaoyun to light some every day.

Han Fei raised his eyes lazily, and said, "If Your Majesty didn't force me yesterday, I could have slept better."

Ying Zheng smiled, he approached his ear ambiguously, and said with a low voice: "One time is enough, one time, nothing is enough."

His warm breath pressed thinly behind his ears, and gradually, his snow-white cheeks became flushed. This rare touch of shame was exactly the tenderness Ying Zheng wanted.

It's just that he kept looking out the window and didn't respond to him. Seeing this, Ying Zheng asked: "The snow has melted, do you want to go out for a walk?"

He nodded slightly.

Ying Zheng smiled, took his hand and put it on his lips and kissed him, then put a thick cloak on him, wrapping him tightly.

He was just about to take him out, but Han Fei hesitated and didn't leave. Ying Zheng wondered, "What's wrong?"

Han Fei looked at him for a moment with those clear eyes, and asked, "Don't I need to wear a gauze hat today?"

Ying Zheng was hit by this sentence, he sighed in his heart, his expression became a bit more serious, and he stared at him intently: If I blindfold you, then I will force you again.

Han Fei's heart softened, he lowered his head, and said nothing more.

When he raised his head again, he smiled, his eyes burning.Between the eyebrows and under the eyes, there is an unknowingly beautiful beauty.

He said: I have never walked through this huge Qinghe Palace. Today, Your Majesty, why don't you walk with me?

After the snow melted, the Qinghe Palace was bathed in the rare warm sun.

Ying Zheng held his hand, not letting anyone follow behind them.

Qinghe Palace is very large, but it is also very small, from his bedroom to Ximen, it is only half an hour's journey.This is a side door of the Qinghe Palace, and those palace people who deliver food often pass through here.After leaving the west gate, it is outside the palace.

The empty palace, the flat and wide avenues, and the winding corridors are exactly the same as the Han Palace back then.

But at this time, the winter is cold and quiet, and everything is bleak. Walking and watching, it looks more like Zheng Guo's cold palace.

He didn't have any memories with him there, and the memories of him and him in that cold palace were not even as much as he and Honglian.

Sometimes he would also be jealous: Brother Wei Zhuang, you taught Honglian martial arts, but you didn't teach me, it's too partial.

And he has always been reticent, and he usually does not respond to Han Fei's words.

But Zhang Liang felt wronged for him: Brother Han, it was obviously you who asked Brother Wei Zhuang to teach Princess Honglian martial arts to defend herself.

Han Fei was a little worried, so he had no choice but to suppress the words that complained that he valued sex and despised friends, and that he was forgetful when he saw sex.

Zi Nu relieved the embarrassment with a smile, she said: What kind of martial arts do you want to learn, Wei Zhuang is your sword in the first place.

He was his sword, and Han Fei never denied that.Perhaps he can use the sharpest sword in the world to achieve his ambitions and aspirations from the beginning to the end, but he never thought that what he left behind is not only blood, but also his sincerity.

He didn't see them clearly until the night before his departure.

That night was very quiet, except for him and him, there was no one in the entire cold palace.

After three glasses, he slowly put down the bronze wine glass and asked: What do you think of him?

Han Feidao: "He is indeed a king who appoints people on their own merits and cultivates internal affairs."

Wei Zhuang said: "What else?"

Han Fei shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses are enough to overthrow other countries, but he only has him alone.In the troubled times of the Warring States period, there were people more talented than him standing shoulder to shoulder. He really didn't know what Ying Zheng was doing.

But Wei Zhuang thought more than him, but he never said it.

The moon is like flowing water, and the warm wine is slightly drunk. If he drinks two more glasses, he will be drunk.

So he simply got himself drunk.

One failed to support him, and he fell down under the stone table. Wei Zhuang rushed to help him, but he was dragged by him and fell down together.

That night was also very noisy, with him pressing on top of him, the night wind sent all the movement into his ears, his heartbeat, his panting, accompanied by the continuous sound of cicadas all over the sky, filled it without end.

He squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the person on his body, his white hair was brighter than the moonlight.

He smiled foolishly, and read: There is a bandit gentleman... hey, hey, hey, hey.

The person on him sighed, and just as he was helping him to get up, Han Fei grabbed him.

He looked at him, his eyes were slightly drunk, his eyes were as dark as water, but there was a hazy mist.He looked at him and smiled, and then read: There are bandits and gentlemen, so you must not be embarrassed...

Wei Zhuang said: You are drunk.

Han Fei said: Who knew I was drunk.

He closed his eyes, and the night wind blew his slightly messy hair, his slightly dyed blush was full of unconscious beauty.He smiled and shook his head again: Does Cicada know?Cicada doesn't know...

And he just looked at him, obviously drank so much wine, but his mouth became more and more parched.

He wanted to touch, as if just touching could quench the thirst in his heart, but before he stretched out his hand half an inch, he suddenly opened his eyes. Under the moonlight, his eyes were dark But it was as clear as water, without the slightest hint of intoxication.

In those eyes, only he was reflected, and even half of the moonlight could not be melted into it.

He said: "I'm drunk or not, only you, Brother Wei Zhuang, know."

The clarity in his eyes, like a spring of water, quenched the dry fire burning in his heart.

He knows that once he touches the tempting poppy, he can relieve the boundless pain, and at the same time, he will fall into hell, beyond redemption.

His eyes darkened, he withdrew his hand, and said: You are drunk.

Han Fei laughed again, and the incessant cicada sound covered his inaudible sigh.

Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped.

Seeing him stop suddenly, Ying Zheng asked: What's wrong?

Han Fei was silent for a moment, looked up at the dead branches, and said, "Does the cicada know?"

Ying Zheng didn't understand, and asked, "Know what?"

He didn't answer him, but recited that line of poetry again: There is a gentleman... Se Xi Xi Xi, He Xi Xi Xi ...

Before he finished reading, Ying Zheng continued to read: "There are bandits and gentlemen, so you must not be embarrassed."

He hugged him gently from behind, and asked softly: I don't know if there is a bandit in Mr.'s heart, who should not be shamed in the end?

(I am in your heart, am I that unforgettable person?)

Han Fei was silent.

His usual silence will never be the default.It's just that over the years, even though he desperately wanted his response, Ying Zheng never made things difficult for him.

He stared at those branches without blinking, as if he was looking at an unknown distance through those dead trees.

Ying Zheng hugged him and followed him to look at the bare dead branches. It was boring to look at them for a long time, so he asked him: Sir, do you miss those summer cicadas?

Han Fei lowered his eyes and said: "It's cold and quiet in winter, and there is no sound in the wild, it's true."

Ying Zheng said: If you want to listen to cicadas in winter, it's not difficult.

Han Fei asked back: "Cicadas are born in summer and die in autumn. The so-called Taoism, how can summer cicadas be born in cold winter?"

Ying Zheng said: So what about Taoism, as long as it is what you want in your heart, I can give it to you.

Han Fei shook his head, and he said: "The wind is cold, and the cicadas singing in winter are also suffering. It's better to sleep quietly in the soil."After all, no matter how cold winter is, it is almost over.

Ying Zheng said softly: If you feel lonely, I will ask them to arrange some actors to enter the palace tomorrow. When the widows are away, let them accompany you to relieve boredom, okay?

Hearing this, a faint smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.He lowered his head, recalling what Lu Sheng once said in his mind:

There is an actor in Lihua Pavilion, who looks a bit like a gentleman.

So the closed box in my heart happened to be opened by Ying Zheng.

His heart relaxed, he raised his eyes and smiled and said, "Alright."

Ying Zheng looked at him from the side, his smiling eyes were glistening with water, which was extremely moving.Even though he was as calm as usual, it was the deep-rooted and unknowing amorous feelings that made him fall into madness every now and then.

So Ying Zheng blurted out the words in his heart: After that, every summer, the widow will accompany you to listen to the sound of cicadas, okay?

He lowered his eyes again, and after a long silence, he said softly: "Okay."

A response like a promise, but it seems so insincere.

And the warmth in Ying Zheng's heart is so obvious that he will never lose to the warm sun in front of him.

He leaned forward, pressed his soft lips urgently and softly, and the joy that filled his heart quietly turned into silent tenderness.

Han Fei pushed him away and blamed him: You are not afraid of being seen in broad daylight.

Ying Zheng smiled, and hugged him: You are right, this is such a wonderful spring, I am reluctant to show it to others.

It was night, Yingzheng adjusted his clothes, and walked out of Qinghe Palace.

An urgent report woke Ying Zheng from his sleep. He comforted the awakened Han Fei, and rushed back to Xianyang Palace overnight.

At this time, only one lamp was lit in Ganquan Palace, flickering disturbing candlelight.

The dark guard knelt straight, and his whole body was lost in the darkness. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Han An and the others disappeared when they left the city.

Ying Zheng said coldly: Who will protect them.

The dark guard hesitated and said, "Outside the city... I seem to have seen the figure of Mr. Gai Nie."

Ying Zheng raised his eyes: Oh?

The dark guard knelt down tremblingly: subordinate...subordinate is not sure.

Ying Zheng said: Then you will find out, you know?

His voice was cold and deep, his eyes were cold and cold, like the edge of a knife, and he was completely different from his gentle appearance during the day.

The hidden guard couldn't help but shudder: the subordinate understands.

He was silent for a moment, and then said: On his side... Watch carefully, don't disturb his cleanliness unless it is absolutely necessary.

When mentioning that person, his voice softened, as if there was a sigh hidden behind every word, and his voice was bitter.

He held a piece of silk tightly in his hand, and it seemed that there was a person drawn on the silk. That person was hidden in the darkness, so he couldn't see clearly.

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A girl asked Han Fei in this article whether he likes Ying Zheng or not. People's hearts are not rocks, but the hatred is too deep and they can only abuse each other in the mutual distrust...