It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 512 I'm Going to Hell
Ying Hehua looked at her with a smile. Her tone was calm and her hand was still wiping the royal blade, as if the bloody and horrifying scene just now was not caused by her.

"I didn't expect General Ren to recognize me."

Ren Xiao was stunned. He could only tell Chen Ping's words truthfully and told him that he had worked under Meng Tian before, so as to dispel Ying Hehua's doubts.

"General, you traveled a thousand miles from the Qin Palace to Kuaiji County. You were originally going to Lingnan, but I delayed your journey because of my matter. I also asked you to help me solve the problem. This princess is really sorry."

Ren Xiong knew that Ying Hehua was familiar with government affairs, but she knew so well about the transfer of a small figure like him to the Southland... It was really magical. Could it be... that there really was a book of prophecy in this world?

Thunder roared, and the cold rain hit the armor with a slight sound. He stood under the carriage and nodded, "Your Highness, the people have been dealt with." He paused before continuing his words, "We haven't found the Huangshi Gong that the princess mentioned. What do you plan to do with him and his son?"

The chariot opened a gap, rain stuck to the wheels, and they swayed slightly, with flashes of lightning.

What are your plans?

She just wiped her hands clean, but large stains of blood were washed away by the rain and seeped into her robe, dyeing the white into bright red, and even the earrings were stained with blood.

"We will discuss this matter when Mr. Huangshi returns here, and send someone to secretly monitor them."

"promise."

She lowered her eyes, then raised them again, speaking harshly, "Master Ren, please send someone to warn him. Tell him that if what happened today gets out, I'm afraid you will never be able to speak again."

……"promise."

It was not surprising to Zhang Liang that Ying Hehua could issue this order.

On the table was a white silk scarf used to threaten him, and in addition, the black-armored guards gave him an extra pair of shackles as 'icing on the cake'.

Previous kings, including Ying Zheng, were keen on placing advisers who refused to bow their heads and submit under house arrest in the palace. The more extreme ones would even lock their hands and feet with iron chains.

Han Fei and Mo Qi had both received this treatment.

Since Yong'an did not order his death, the above plan was naturally the case.

It was not the first time that Zhang Liang saw her kill someone. He still remembered the trembling girl, the little princess who clutched his sleeve and sobbed softly. Now her fear has completely faded.

All that was left in her eyes was the desire for the ultimate win or loss.

It was exactly three years since he left her.

In these three years, he was not the only one who had forgotten his past and drank the poison.

He suppressed the pent-up anger in his chest and finally clenched his fist and coughed.

Zhang Buyi brought a bamboo cup and sighed, "Dad... I didn't expect that you were still found by my sister..."

"No doubt, you already knew her identity."

Zhang Buyi pursed his lips. He looked at the pile of things on the table. Although he was a genius, he was still a real child. He felt numb all over when he thought of the scene of Xu Zhi killing people. "The fairy and the bad sister in Daddy's painting, although they are dressed differently, they look exactly the same."

Zhang Liang rarely paused.

"I used to think that my father painted my mother, but I remember very clearly that my mother had a mole on the corner of her eyebrow, and she fell in a pool of blood, having been killed." The child said with a tearful tone.

Zhang Buyi paused, then asked casually, "Is Dad really my dad? Will Dad protect me?"

Zhang Liang relaxed his body and gently wiped away his tears. He said softly, "Bu Yi. You are my child, and I will always protect you."

"...but my father and I look different." Zhang Buyi looked at Zhang Liang seriously, trying to find any traces from his face. His father had a handsome face and beautiful amber eyes. He squatted in front of the stream and observed himself. His eyes were pure black, his eyebrows were thick, and his face was round... How could they be different? If Zhang Buyi was a modern person, he would definitely say that he did not inherit any genes.

"There is no reason in the world that a son must look like his father." Zhang Liang spoke slowly, and a passage that had been buried for many years emerged before his eyes.

——My father is my father, and I am me. As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to nine sons, and each is different. My brother is definitely a gentleman. ...Don't disbelieve me, let's talk about the reality. A pink pig can give birth to a small spotted pig, and a big yellow dog can give birth to a snow-white puppy. ——I don't care whether you believe it or not. Even if you think you will die if you enter Qin and believe that your father wants to kill you, I can assure you that I won't. Moreover, I will not only guarantee your safety, but also your father, your brother, and everyone in your Zhang family. As long as you are willing to go back to Xianyang with me.

At that time, Xu Zhi had no idea about the animals and crops of the Warring States Period... In that era, there were only two kinds of pigs, black and white, so where did the pink pigs come from...

Zhang Liang was a nobleman, and except for sacrificial offerings, pigs and ducks were rarely seen. However, Zhang Buyi did go to the village to hang out.

So when Zhang Liang made the above analogy, Zhang Buyi nodded half-believingly.

"If bad sister doesn't let us go, will daddy and grandpa have to move to another place?"

Zhang Liang thought for a while and nodded.

That night, after the bamboo slips were burned, more ashes were added to the fire.

Zhang Liang did not leave until the huge flames disappeared. The flames were blazing, and the strong wind added fuel to the flames, making them even more intense.

Twenty years later, Zhang Buyi came here again, only to learn that his father had burned down the bamboo garden and the paintings. His half-life longing was buried in the fire.

Compared to Li Xian, perhaps Xu Zhi is more like a devil crawling out of hell. When he really kills people, he has no restraint.

This is how she appeared in front of Li Xian.

That afternoon, Xu Zhi had just come out of the bamboo forest and the fog was clearly gone, but he still felt discomfort in his chest and abdomen.

After a while, Li Xian was helped into the carriage by the black-armored guards, and he heard Ren Xiong's voice. Li Xian knew Ren Xiong, who was older than him. When he was young, Ren Xiong lived in Xianyang for a long time, and had been friends with Li Xin and Zhao Tuo for many years. He was introverted. After he inspected Lingnan in his previous life, there was little news about him in Xianyang.

Although Li Xian could not see the blood, the aura around him reminded him that a massacre had taken place here.

He pursed his lips tightly. It seemed that it was a wrong choice to give Chen Ping to Xu Zhi.

Chen Ping is good at conspiracy, and he likes to start from the dark and carry out shady strategies, many of which are methods that harm people's virtue. For example, he did not report the location of the bamboo slips to the emperor, nor did he tell Meng Yi, and chose to let Ren Xiong, who was about to go to Lingnan, come here to confront Yan Le. Not only did he kill Yan Le in one fell swoop and save Zhang Liang, but he could also help Xu Zhi recruit Ren Xiong for his own use. The price is that Ying Hehua needs to kill people personally, and they will completely break off with Zhao Gao.

His shoulders felt heavy and a pair of hands, cold as ice, touched his neck.

He had inherited Li Si's mysophobia to some extent, and was sensitive to the fact that there was a lot of dirty blood on her body.

Yan Le died, and the people sent by Zhao Gao also disappeared.

Cut the grass at its roots and be harsh and unkind.

He wondered, should he praise her for inheriting the true teachings of the Legalists?

Why did he feel empty inside?

He said as he had said many years ago that he would take care of all this. He also said that he could take the blame for killing the courtiers.

She said nothing, but her hands were so cold, and she was cold all over after being caught in the rain. She was in poor health, and it would be bad if she had a high fever.

He felt her pulse and asked her to take off her outer robe immediately.

She refused.

He pretended to raise his hand, but instead of receiving the cold words and threats he had expected, the man rested his chin lightly on his shoulder bone, speaking in a low sighing tone.

"Li Xian, if you continue like this, I'm going to go to hell."

The fingertips hanging at his side suddenly tightened, and the person on his shoulder twitched slightly.

He was stunned for a moment and even forgot how to comfort people.

After a long while, he said, "No."

"Why not? I have killed too many people, the gods and Buddhas will not forgive me."

There is another theory about ghosts.

Li Xian has no concept of gods and Buddhas in his nature.

He instinctively rolled his fingertips over the blood stains on her face and said, "If the immortals in heaven knew what happened, they might enlighten you to become an immortal."

She laughed to herself, "I can't see the end, how can I put down the butcher knife?"

"Then they will sentence you to a balance of merit and demerit, and grant you a long life."

She paused, thinking about something carefully, and didn't say anything.

Li Xian realized later that she had leaned on his shoulder, so his hands naturally wrapped around her slender waist, and with a little force, he pulled her into his arms.

She exclaimed, frowning and staring at him, "I'm counting my sins with you here, what are you doing?"

There was a slight hint of anger, and the voice seemed to contain mist.

He had never imagined her looking at him with tears in her eyes.

Li Xian smiled, holding her back with his hand and lifting her up. Xu Zhi suddenly leaned against the carriage. Perhaps because she had lost control of her emotions just now, her temper had dropped. "Don't think you're a patient. I don't dare to hit you."

"Princess, just hit me, but don't hurt your hands."

……

"Yan Le should feel honored to die in the hands of the princess."

His vision was still hazy. Although he couldn't see her, he tried his best to raise his head, trying to see her heart more clearly.

He pressed her onto his shoulder, turned his head and said to her, "When dealing with an enemy, you should kill him with one blow. Princess, don't blame yourself."

He held her hand devoutly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You once said that there are eighteen levels of hell. If you are not able to do it, I will cushion you and send you to the mortal world."

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Soon, Chen Ping and Fusu arrived together. Xu Zhi pretended to be arrogant and ignorant and deceived people. His acting skills were not only excellent, but also first-class.

The most feared thing about the book burning is that people would frequently write letters at inappropriate times and openly question the emperor.

In his previous life, Fusu was punished to go to Shangjun to supervise the army.

Xu Zhi did not change his blood-stained clothes.

She did not throw herself into Fusu's arms as she did when she was a child, but staggered a step in front of him and knelt in front of him.

"Brother... Yan Le said I was a disaster and wanted to kill me on the spot. I was so scared..."

Then, she raised her head, "I shouldn't have burned these bamboo slips... but I have no choice. Yan Le framed me and said that this is a prophecy. My father didn't want me to come to Chu, so I stayed here for many days. Now there are these bamboo slips here. I really can't defend myself... If my father knew that I had done such a wrong thing... If my father believed the prophecy again..."

"……elder brother,"

"help me."