I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 195: Zhao Ji's Secret; Mountains of Gold and Silver Treasures; (5k)

Since he was a child, Ying Lou seemed to have never seen his parents appear together, except during major national sacrificial ceremonies.

Now that he thought about it carefully, there seemed to be another side to all this that he didn't know about.

"What happened back then that made you hate father and me so much?"

Ying Lou asked in a soft voice.

He was afraid that if he was not careful he would upset Zhao Ji and make her return to her previous crazy state.

"It hurts so much, haha, you have no idea what I went through all those years!"

"Ying Chu is a bastard who is not a human being at all. For the sake of the Qin Empire and for you to unify the Central Plains, he can do anything, even... destroying me."

When she said the last few words, Zhao Ji's head drooped down weakly, and the deep sense of powerlessness in her eyes gave people a feeling as if she had been dead for many years.

"Tell me what happened."

Before Ying Lou could finish his words, Zhao Ji turned her head and looked over.

After a long period of silence, Zhao Ji seemed to have made up her mind. She slowly opened her beautiful mouth and told everything she knew many years ago.

Twenty-two years ago.

There is still one year and two months before Ying Lou is born.

In the dark underground palace under the ancestral temple of the Ying family.

Zhao Ji had been soaking in a huge bronze tripod filled with blood and strange patterns for a whole year.

Five pitch-black iron chains tied her neck and limbs.

She couldn't close her legs or put her hands together.

I can't even lower my head.

There were twelve black candles placed around the room, the flames of the candles were sometimes green, sometimes red, and sometimes turned into dull black.

Inside the tripod, densely packed black water dragon patterns, symbolizing the destiny of the Qin Empire, were swimming around like water snakes.

From time to time, it would penetrate into Zhao Ji's body.

If it were someone else experiencing this feeling of being torn apart, they would probably have screamed out in pain and fainted.

But at this time, Zhao Ji seemed to have become numb, and could not even make a slight moan.

Da da da
Sudden.

The sound of boots treading on the ground came from deep within the dark passage.

"Chu, I beg you, can you let me go? I, I really can't take it anymore!"

At this time, Zhao Ji was still the pearl of the Central Plains and the most beautiful woman in the world.

Although the pure and beautiful face was full of fatigue and haggardness, the eyes were as clear as the stars in the night sky, without any enchantment or desire.

"Ya'er, why are you doing this?"

"You should understand that no matter what you say, it will be useless. I will never stop."

The middle-aged Ying Chu was very similar to Ying Lou, but his eyes were less gentle than Ying Lou's and had a hint of visible ruthlessness.

Following the escalator, Ying Chu came to the mouth of the tripod. After taking a look inside, he began to take off his clothes.

"Chu, don't, don't do this, I really can't take it anymore, my body is going to break down, I can't hold on any longer, please, please let me go, I beg you"

Two lines of clear tears flowed from Zhao Ji's eyes and dripped down her cheeks into the cauldron.

But unfortunately, this pitiful appearance did not win any sympathy from Ying Chu.

"The future of Daqin, no, the future of the entire Central Plains, is all in your belly. Yaer, you don't need to forgive me. After Ying Lou is born, I will give you whatever you want. Even if you chop off my head, I won't blame you."

"But now you can only endure it. Even if it means death, I will not let you do it."

Ying Chu stripped naked and jumped into the cauldron, letting the already overflowing blood flow onto the floor.

But what was strange was that the blood turned into a wisp of red smoke the moment it spurted out of the ground, as if it had been evaporated by the high temperature.

Next.

The entire underground palace was shaking and the sound of delicate cries continued.

In extreme madness and pain, Zhao Ji fell into and out of coma again and again.

I do not know how long it has been.

Zhao Ji regained consciousness again, but Ying Chu had already disappeared.

The black water dragon pattern in the bronze tripod was replaced by a golden phoenix, which symbolizes the destiny of the Tang Dynasty.

And a new round of pain will be repeated again in a month.

Zhao Ji could no longer remember how long she had been experiencing this kind of life.

Even his mind gradually became blurred.

It was not until several months later, when she became pregnant with Ying Lou, that she escaped from the sea of ​​suffering and returned to her spacious and comfortable bedroom in Afang Palace, where she was served.

"Don't you think this is ridiculous? How could the King of Qin do such a thing to the Queen?"

After telling the whole story, Zhao Ji wanted to strangle Ying Chu to death when she saw the face that looked so similar to Ying Chu when he was young.

"I"

Ying Lou swallowed subconsciously, but the words that were on the tip of his tongue could not be uttered.

"Haha, do you know why I hate you so much? I wish I could kill you with my own hands? Even when you were just born, if it weren't for Doctor Hua and the guards by your side, I would have strangled your throat directly."

"It's not just because of the suffering I've gone through, nor is it just because you look alike to that beast Ying Chu. From the time I became pregnant with you until now, I have always wondered whether you are Ying Chu's child or those devils' child. I don't know, and I'm still not sure."

Crunch.

Zhao Ji's teeth were almost broken by herself.

The painful memories were brought up again, causing her head to hurt again, and even her body temperature began to drop, and her body began to spasm uncontrollably.
"Why would he do this? What on earth does he want to do? If this is true, why did you give birth to me?"

After listening to Zhao Ji's words, the word "father" became a little heavy.

"I don't know what that beast is going to do. Do you think I haven't killed you before?"

"In the third month of my pregnancy with you, I almost killed you. Unfortunately, I came up just a little short."

Zhao Ji's eyes suddenly became sinister, like sharp blades piercing into Ying Lou's heart.

Covering his aching chest, Ying Lou stood up and walked out of the bedroom step by step with weak legs.

Until the moment he pushed open the door, Zhao Ji, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly spoke again.

"That time, the dagger was only an inch away from my abdomen, but for some reason, I stopped. Haha, until now I still can't figure out why I suddenly softened my heart."

Zhao Ji's tone became calm, without any resentment or hatred.

Just like a mother who has just given birth to a child.

"By the way, after tonight we are no longer mother and son. The following words will be the last words I say to you."

"When you were born, Ying Chu shouted to the sky, saying that he was wrong and that he didn't need to do anything extra. You were born to be a king, and you were destined to unify the Central Plains."

After saying these last words to the mother and son, Zhao Ji turned her back to Ying Lou at the door and lay back on the bed.

The cold wind outside the house blew wildly on Ying Lou's face.

That night, for the first time in his life, Ying Lou's understanding of himself was shaken.

"Your Majesty, shall we return to the palace now?"

After watching Ying Lou standing at the door for a quarter of an hour, Zhao Gao asked with some concern.

"Let Heibingtai guard this place and don't let her leave the palace even a step."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Lou was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then he immediately changed his words without any warning.

"No need, she can go wherever she wants. All her requests will be met and Black Ice Terrace will be responsible for her safety."

After leaving here.

Ying Lou withdrew all the palace maids and eunuchs from his bedroom, lay alone on the bed, and stared at the ceiling all night.

At the same time, Zhao Ji never left her bedroom since tonight.

Until six months later, he died quietly without anyone noticing.

Since then.

The once pearl of the Central Plains has completely lost its luster.

A loud cockcrow sounded.

To the north of Xianyang City is the Jin Palace.

Jin Chan sat on the edge of the bed in white clothes, looking at the dark sky outside the window. Sometimes he really envied those who could sleep normally.

Twenty years.

He had never known what it was like to sleep.

"Forget it, this is fine!"

After comforting himself, Jin Chan put his fur coat on his shoulders, warmed a pot of wine, and walked out of the house.

Although it was still dark at this time, the servants in the mansion had already started to get busy.

Whether it's watering the flowers, mowing the lawn, or preparing breakfast.

Everyone was busy and having fun.

"Good morning, sir! Breakfast is not ready yet, please forgive me!"

The housekeeper was a sixty-year-old man with a completely white beard. His surname was Wu. He fled from the State of Chu to Xianyang in his early years. "It's okay. I'm used to getting up early. By the way, why is there so much noise outside so early in the morning?"

Because his hearing was different from that of ordinary people, Jin Chan heard the chirping sounds outside the mansion gate as soon as he got up.

"Outside are officials, nobles, and wealthy families from various departments in Xianyang, as well as gentry and officials from nearby counties who have come to give gifts. Of course, most of the officials and nobles are representatives of the government."

Old man Wu, who had been a butler all his life, was still a little confused about the temper and character of the man in front of him, so he could only answer carefully.

"Oh, this is interesting. Come on, let's go out and take a look!"

Although it had been heard in the palace, the act of giving gifts to win over relationships had long become a custom in the Qin court.

But unexpectedly, not only officials and gentry were involved, but even local merchants and gentry from the surrounding areas would also join in.

He never expected that this gift would be given to himself, the King of Qin.

As the gate opened.

I saw a group of people crowded around the door, and there were large and small bags and countless wooden boxes on the ground.

"I never thought that my Great Qin is so wealthy!"

Jin Chan curled his lips and sneered.

"General Jin, you are indeed a young hero. You even get up much earlier than ordinary people. You are worthy of being a talent awarded by the king himself!"

Before Jin Chan opened his mouth, a middle-aged man in rich clothes began to nod and flatter him.

“Can this be filmed?”

Today, Jin Chan finally realized what it meant to flatter someone.

But he didn't wait for his surprise to end.

Another person in the crowd hurriedly spoke up, "The general is unrivaled in the world. During the Yongcheng Rebellion, he alone was able to repel 150,000 enemies. This kind of bravery is hard to find in the entire Central Plains, let alone the Great Qin. The Great Qin is lucky, lucky!"

"The general is unrivaled, like the blazing sun in the sky, shining on the earth; like the sweet dew that falls from the sky, nourishing all things; and like..."

Of course, with the third one, there will be a fourth, a fifth, and even the two hundred and seventy-sixth.

There are more endless flattery than the winding Qinling Mountains.

With such skills and eloquence, even Tang Qianyan would have to become a disciple to learn from him.

"Okay, if you keep talking it'll be time for lunch!"

Jin Chan quickly pressed his hands down and told these guys to shut up.

"You all are here to give gifts, right?"

Jin Chan stretched out his tone and spoke much more slowly.

"General, how can you say such a thing?"

Sudden.

An elderly man in the crowd pounded his wooden cane on the ground, making a loud noise, and shouted at Jin Chan with his skinny eyes.

"General, you have fought for the country, sacrificed yourself for the public good, and invested money in watering your horses. How could we ruin your reputation? What we are sending you is not a gift, but our respect and love for you and the future of the Qin Dynasty."

After the old man finished speaking "sternly", he directed his servants to bring three large wooden boxes.

"Okay, okay, okay, please take out your 'respect' and 'future' together, and Steward Wu will record them one by one."

Jin Chan said "OK" three times in a row, then waved his sleeves, sat on the chair and spoke to Butler Wu beside him.

"Okay, this is from my Lord Liu, the Left Servant, who sent me 'Respect' and 'Future', 10,000 taels of silver, 500 pieces of Chu brocade, and a pair of black jade unicorns. I hope that with this pair of auspicious beasts guarding the general's mansion, he will be blessed with good fortune and be feared by all."

The old man's voice rose an octave, as if he was afraid that the people around him had disappeared.

"Sir, this is a gift from my family's Taizhong doctor, Lord Lu. It includes two thousand taels of gold, ten three-colored horses from the Tang Kingdom, one thousand kilograms of southern wild cordyceps, and a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng from the Qi Kingdom. I wish the general good health and that he will make further contributions to the Han Dynasty."

"Jingyang Wang Family, 66,600 taels of silver, 55 fine horses, and one fluorescent bead from the East China Sea."

"The Ying clan of the Great Qin Dynasty presents 20,000 taels of gold, a Ganoderma lucidum, a screen made of a thousand pearls, and an ancient jade bed that is warm in winter and cool in summer to the pillars of the Great Qin Dynasty. We hope that General Jin will come to discuss national policy when he is free."

More than half an hour later, these people finished reading the gift list.

Butler Wu's fingers were almost cramping from taking notes.

However, what surprised Jin Chan was that among these people who gave gifts, Lu Buwei's name was not on the list.

However, he had plenty of retainers.

I guess he had given instructions.

"Everyone, these gifts, these 'respect' and 'future' have all been given away. Otherwise, how about everyone just go back to where they came from?"

Jin Chan stretched, then stood up from the chair and asked the people below.

Seeing that Jin Chan had no intention of staying for dinner or tea, these people naturally did not take the initiative to bring it up.

So, after introducing themselves again, they left one by one.

"Have you memorized everything?"

After returning to the mansion, Jin Chan asked Butler Wu.

"My Lord, everything has been recorded. Do you think we should return the visit and entertain each of them according to their official rank?"

Old man Wu, who has been a butler all his life, has already arranged these people in order according to his experience. The rest just have to wait for Jin Chan to visit them one by one.

"Banquet? Haha, send all these names to Li Si's house and tell him to handle official business impartially. The trend of corruption and gift-giving must not prevail in our Great Qin!"

These parasites usually cry poor in the court, but no one expected that their subordinates are so wealthy.

"This, sir, this is not appropriate. If you really do this, they will unite and report you to the king. I'm afraid it will be very troublesome!"

Butler Wu was stunned. He had never seen such a situation before in his life.

"Trouble? Your Majesty has a keen eye and will surely see through these tricks. Why should you and I worry about it?"

Jin Chan chuckled and walked towards the house, preparing to wake up Xiao Luoyang to have dinner together.

"What about these things? Should they also be sent to the residence of Li Si, the Minister of Justice?"

Butler Wu took a look at the mountains of gold, silver and treasures, then asked Xiang Jinchan.

"You don't need this, keep it!"

The Yongcheng Army has a total of 150,000 people. These things can motivate those guys to train well.

We will try to make sure they complete their transformation before they set out for Hangu Pass.

After a quick breakfast.

Xiao Luoyang then got on a carriage driven by a servant and went to Li Si's mansion.

Before leaving, she said that she would study with Li Si during the day and read a few more books at Lanshu Tower at night. She would probably come back in five or six days.

In that case, Jin Chan simply went to the army to supervise the training of those guys.

Outside the city of Xianyang, trumpets were blasting everywhere.

At this time, the Yongcheng Army had been completely renamed the Jin Family Army.

From afar, the layers of dust and the thunder of war drums seemed to shake the mountains and rivers.

The commanders rode tall horses, shuttled between the various formations, holding command flags, shouting loudly, and directing every move of the army.

The guys who were in disarray yesterday were now all training hard with their upper bodies naked.

Jin Chan felt slightly relieved.

"grown ups!"

Li Xin didn't even go to his own army, but instead came to Jin Chan's camp.

"Thank you for your hard work. How are they? Are they in good condition?"

Jin Chan patted the other person's shoulder and asked with a smile.

"Their foundation is too poor, and your requirements are relatively high. I estimate that after today, at least 80% of them will not be able to continue tomorrow's training."

Li Xin shook his head and told the truth, and his words were within Jin Chan's expectations.

"It's okay, just practice as you should tomorrow!"

Say it.

Jin Chan asked Li Xin to go into the tent to prepare the sand table of Hangu Pass, while he himself came to the baggage camp.

"General!"

The guard of the baggage camp greeted Jin Chan respectfully.

"Are all the water and food for the whole army here?"

"Reply General, they are all here!"

"Okay, you guys stay one mile away, and no one is allowed to come in without my permission."

After saying that, Jin Chan sent everyone away and looked around the baggage camp alone.

He first came to the water jar, looked around to make sure there was no one there, then cut his wrist with the belly of a fish and dripped the blood into dozens of large vats one by one.

Only after everything was done did he slowly leave.

"Feed it once every three days, and keep practicing for dozens of days, it should be fine!"

Although the golden cicada blood has been diluted a lot, it is still no problem to just eliminate fatigue.

　My phone broke, so I couldn’t reply to the group messages today. I had planned to write 6,000 words. Alas, this is fate!

　　Does anyone know if I can import my WeChat and SMS data to a new phone if my iPhone is broken? (Urgent!!!)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)