HCB Chapter 87
Chapter 87
The news that Gong Ziyu was conferred the title of Marquis of Zhen Guo.
Like a twelfth-level typhoon, it caused an uproar in Xianyang City.
People from countless clans and hundreds of families have moved their minds.
It was not so early in the morning, and many people were already waiting outside Yuxuan Pavilion.
These people came here with only one purpose, and that was to become Gong Ziyu's disciples.
Everyone can see how much His Majesty values this sixth son.
If he can become this disciple, then there is a possibility of soaring into the sky in the future.
But to everyone's disappointment, they didn't see this young man.
At the same time, in a separate courtyard in the west of Xianyang City.
"Sister, the weather is so nice today, let me go out with you to relax."
Lu Wei looked out at the clear sky through the window, her eyes full of longing.
And beside her, Lu Zhi is making a female celebrity.
Hearing what his sister said, Lu Zhi paused slightly.
But then it went back to normal.
"There are as many high-ranking officials and nobles in Xianyang City as a cow's hair. If we are helpless, it's better to go out less. If we offend people who shouldn't be offended, my Lu family can't afford it."
When Lv Mi heard this, her whole body softened like a deflated ball.
"Sister, what do you think the young master is thinking? It's been a long time since I came to see you."
When Ying Yu was mentioned, Lu Zhi's expression changed slightly.
Putting down the needle and thread in his hand, he looked at the sky in a daze.
In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the scene of sitting on the eaves with Ying Yu and watching a play that day.
"Sister, what did you say to the young master that day?"
There was no one in the entire Lu family who was not curious about this question from top to bottom.
Lu Mi's words directly made Lu's pheasant go berserk.
I saw Lu Zhi ran to Lu Mi's side angrily, stretched out his hand to twist her ear, and said coldly:
"You know nonsense all day long. Who is the young master? How could you fall in love with me?"
Although he said so, Lu Zhi didn't think so in his heart.
He even fantasized about it.
I was spotted by the son, and finally the two came together and lived a life like glue.
Of course, this is just thinking about it in my heart.
Looking at her distraught elder sister, Lu Mi's originally smiling face suddenly collapsed.
"Hey... It seems that the young master has forgotten us and stayed at home all day. What is the difference between this and being imprisoned? I really hope that the young master can take us out for a walk."
Lu Mi was like a salted fish, lying on the window sill and complaining constantly.
Since coming to Xianyang City, the two sisters have never left this house.
However, fantasies are fantasies after all, and Mr. Yu, whom the sisters were thinking of, never appeared.
At this time, Ying Yu was sleeping soundly at home.
The return of the first emperor did not allow Ying Yu to continue supervising the country.
Now that Shihuang's body has basically returned to its peak, it is the time when he is full of energy, so naturally he will not easily delegate power.
Zhangtai Palace, inside the Imperial Study Room.
At this moment, Zhang Liang, dressed in white, was standing in front of the first emperor.
Facing Shihuang's sharp gaze, Zhang Liang was calm and unafraid.
When he was brought by the dark guards of the Black Ice Platform, he was already ready to die.
Although he kept calling himself the tyrant of the First Emperor, Zhang Liang knew better than anyone else that the Great Qin Emperor would never kill the nobles of South Korea indiscriminately, let alone threaten him with their lives.
This is also the reason why Zhang Liang dared to look at Shihuang at this moment.
If it was Ying Yu, he would definitely not dare to do this.
That son did everything he wanted, if he dared to contradict him, there would be many nobles from South Korea who would be in bad luck.
"Zhang Liang?"
"Exactly."
The First Emperor nodded slightly: "Is it your plan for Bo Langsha to assassinate me?"
Shihuang looked at Zhang Liang with a calm expression, without any intention of getting angry.
"Bo Langsha's assassination was indeed planned by the next hand. If you want to kill him, you can do whatever you want."
In the face of Shi Huang's questioning, Zhang Liang did not hide anything.
There was no change on his face, and his tone was very flat.
"It's a bit courageous, and Bo Langsha's ambush plan is also considered subtle. If it weren't for Yang Zaixing, maybe you could really get close to me."
Shihuang's tone was as fusion as thought, showing no sign of anger at all.
In his opinion, Zhang Liang's plan was indeed subtle, but it would be wishful thinking to kill him.
Even without Yang Zaixing, with Zhao Yun and Zhang Han by his side, Zhang Liang and others would have no chance at all.
However, what Shihuang didn't know was that in history, he really almost died in Bolangsha.
Hearing Shihuang's praise, Zhang Liang shook his head helplessly:
"No matter how subtle it is, the result is not always the same."
During these days in Xianyang City, Zhang Liang finally figured it out.
Regardless of whether Bo Langsha's assassination was successful or not, Zhang Liang had no way out.
The first emperor is dead, and he, Zhang Liang, will surely die in the face of Daqin's wrath.
And Shihuang is not dead, then what he has to face is Shihuang's monstrous anger, and he can't survive the same.
In his mind, no king would allow the person who assassinated him to live.
In this regard, Jing Ke and Gao Jianli are the best examples.
"You should know the consequences of assassinating me, right?"
Shihuang looked at Zhang Liang who was neither humble nor overbearing, and asked calmly.
Hearing this, Zhang Liang didn't show any fear at all, instead he felt a sense of relief.
"The only one to die."
After saying these four words, Zhang Liang felt as if he had been liberated.
It doesn't matter if you die, at least you don't have to bear the hatred of the country and the family anymore.
Shihuang looked at Zhang Liang with a relieved look on his face, fell silent for a while and then asked:
"Could it be that I'm so hateful in your eyes?"
"The responsibility lies."
When Zhang Liang heard the words, he only said these four words.
"You should know that I gave Yu'er a gold medal not long ago, right?"
Zhang Liang, who was about to die generously, was stunned.
He didn't expect that Shi Huang would ask such a question, which was different from what he expected.
Is it?
Zhang Liang seemed to have thought of something, and a look of disbelief suddenly appeared on his face.
At this moment, Shihuang had already lowered his head, and continued to read the playbook.
While watching, Shihuang slowly began to talk.
"Before our east tour, Yu'er offered Qu Yuanli meritorious service, and I allowed him to make a request, and he asked me for a gold medal to avoid death."
"Do you know the effect of this death-preventing gold medal?"
Without waiting for Zhang Liang to speak, Shi Huang continued:
"The function is very simple. As long as it is not a serious crime of treason, no matter what he has committed, I will forgive him once."
Freedom from death gold medal.
In Daqin, known for its strict laws, this is a sacred object that transcends the world.
Zhang Liang had naturally heard of it.
Looking at the shocked Zhang Liang, Shihuang reached out and took out a golden token from his waist, put it on the table, and said calmly:
"After the court meeting yesterday, Yu'er returned this gold medal for avoiding death to me."
"Just to let me spare your life."