"Mr. Lu, we are all acquaintances, so there is no need to be so reserved."

Zhao Ji spoke softly, her soft voice as if she had applied honey, making her heart sweet.

“Yes, yes!”

Lu Buwei nodded repeatedly, "I came today because I heard that my wife and the young master returned to China, so I came to greet me. Now that I have seen it, Buwei will go back to the mansion first, leaving time and space for the prince, wife and son to get together."

"Sir, are you leaving?"

Ying Zichu tried to keep it.

Lu Buwei shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't disturb the prince's reunion, Buwei will come to visit again in a few days."

Lu Buwei originally wanted to talk about Ying Zheng, but now when he saw Ying Zheng, he didn't want to say too much, at least he didn't want to say anything more in front of Ying Zheng.

So I hurriedly retreated.

"Okay, then I won't leave any more sir."

Seeing this, Ying Zichu no longer tried to keep him. After all, he had not seen his beloved wife and son for six or seven years, so he really missed him very much.

Especially his beloved wife's dancing posture and body posture made him dream of.

He was just a hostage in the past. His father, An Guojun, had more than 20 children. He was not favored and his mother was not favored, so he was sent to Zhao State as a hostage. During those days, he had only Zhao Ji, a woman, comforted his soul.

The two went through hardships together.

Therefore, Ying Zichu has always had a different relationship with Zhao Ji.

When Ying Zichu had no choice but to abandon his wife and son and fled back to Qin, he had always been full of torment.

After six or seven years, he finally saw each other again. He really wanted to express his longing.

"Zheng'er, let's go too."

Zhao Ji came to her senses, took Ying Zheng's hand, and turned around and said.

"Well, Zheng'er is a little tired. Go and rest first and don't bother my mother and father."

Ying Zheng nodded, after walking halfway, he let go of Zhao Ji's hand and said softly.

"Okay, I've been tired for a day today. Zheng'er, it's time for you to take a break early. My mother will go and ask you to get up tomorrow."

Zhao Ji smiled slightly, without any doubt, pressed Ying Zheng's head in his plump arms and rubbed it, then let go.

When they returned to the room, Zhao Ji and Ying Zichu couldn't wait to hug each other.

Before, in Xianyang Palace, the two of them had been suppressing each other's longing. They had just had their son present, so I was embarrassed.

Now there are only two people, and I no longer care about it.

"Madam, you have lost weight. Thank you for your hard work over the years."

When Ying Zichu touched Zhao Ji's slightly rough palm, he looked moved.

"For the sake of Zheng'er, this little suffering is nothing."

Zhao Ji lowered her head shyly and said softly.

"lady……"

Ying Zichu was moved for a moment, and his hands were trembling slightly, and he gently placed them on Zhao Ji's shoulder.

"Please... cherish me!"

Zhao Ji's beautiful eyes were filled with affection, and she had been empty for six or seven years, and it was difficult to suppress her for a moment.

Soon after, the lights went out.

...

After returning to his residence, Ying Zheng sighed inexplicably.

"Xianyang."

"I just don't know how effective it is today."

Ying Zheng looked deep and thoughtful, then he thought of the voice in his mind before.

"system?"

Host: Ying Zheng

Cultivation: None

Practice: Yang Jue

Ownership: "Records of the Grand Historian", "Sutra of Plum and Hoe", Remembrance of the Divine Pill.

"Records of the Grand Historian?"

Ying Zheng had long wanted to see what this so-called system rewarded. With a thought, a bunch of bamboo slips appeared in his hands.

The above text is the Qin Zhuan he knew.

"Qin Zhi?"

Ying Zheng quickly found the content he was interested in.

It is Volume 5 and Volume 6.

"These are all things I have learned, not much different from what I know."

Soon Ying Zheng finished reading "The Original Annals of Qin" and opened the sixth volume "The Original Annals of Qin Shihuang".

An hour passed.

Ying Zheng's tender and handsome cheeks gradually became gloomy, and the records here were more detailed than what he dreamed of.

He saw several annoying names from it.

I also saw the ending.

"Die in the second lifetime?"

Ying Zheng slowly closed his eyes to calm his heart.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, "It seems that this book is true. Although I don't know what the system is, I will never repeat the same mistakes now that I have obtained it."

As soon as the words fell, Ying Zheng's dark eyes were sure and full of determination.

"So did I die of illness?"

"It seems that it is necessary to practice martial arts. Even if it is not for killing the enemy, it can prolong your life!"

Ying Zheng was already extraordinary and soon returned to peace. The historical records in his hand disappeared. He could read them at any time.

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng sat down slowly.

He knows martial arts, and now he practices the internal skill "Yang Jue" is passed down by his mother Zhao Ji. He started practicing two years ago and lays the foundation.

However, because of his weakness, no resources, and a lot of time spent reading and practicing calligraphy, although he practiced for two years, he made little progress.

Even the internal strength that the third-rate should have is far from reaching.

However, at present, this world is still a world of power.

Even if a master can fight a hundred or even hundreds of people, he can only escape when facing thousands of regular cavalry soldiers.

Experts are more suitable for assassination, to be bodyguards, to protect themselves in the chaos, or to roam the world.

It’s so difficult to go against the will of heaven with your own strength!

After a long time, Ying Zheng opened his eyes.

"No wonder many people are only a third-rate life, and cultivation is not that simple."

Ying Zheng shook his head slightly. He didn't know how talented he was in martial arts. After all, there was no comparison, but he was not in a hurry.

He is only eight or nine years old now.

There is time.

Practice starts from the entry level and is divided into: third-level, second-level, first-level, first-level, first-level, grandmaster, and great master.

Among them, the first-class masters are already famous and famous masters in the world. They are enough to fight against a hundred or elite. Many people are difficult to achieve in their thirties and forties. As for the first-class masters, they are powerful men who can establish sects, and Ying Zheng also knows them unknown.

"I remember there was another pill."

Memorizing the Divine Pill: Enhance memory, achieve the goal of not forgetting everything you see, and can increase certain skills.

Looking at the blue pills the size of a little finger in his hand, Ying Zheng showed a hint of hesitation on his face because the origin of the pill is unknown.

But Ying Zheng soon made a decision. After all, there was no need to harm him as the so-called "system". Moreover, he saw what he looked like in his dream two thousand years later, and seemed to have heard of this word.

As the elixir was taken, Ying Zheng began to practice again.

This time, with the bonus of pills, the speed is tens of times faster than before, even if the main effect of this pill is not to improve its skills.

The pill melted in his mouth, and Ying Zheng's little face gradually twisted, revealing pain. At this moment, his mind felt as if he had been stabbed by thousands of magic needles.

Fortunately, Ying Zheng experienced hardships since childhood and was able to endure the pain that ordinary people could not endure.

One hour later.
To be continued...