The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 520 I'll Force It

Ever since eating Xiaoxue Nu, Ying Zheng noticed that something was wrong with Zhao Ji. For several days in a row, when the two of them had dinner together, Zhao Ji was always a little absent-minded. How could Ying Zheng not notice this abnormality?
After dinner that day, Ying Zheng escorted Zhao Ji out of the palace. He did not let Zhao Ji get on the phoenix chariot directly. He smiled and said, "The moonlight is very beautiful today. Mother, can you take a walk with me?"

Zhao Ji looked up. Where did the moonlight come from? It was cloudy today. The dark clouds completely blocked the moonlight and the stars. It was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you. You had to rely on candlelight for lighting.

But since Ying Zheng was interested, Zhao Ji would not spoil his fun.

Zhao Ji gave Ying Zheng a cold look, which was a sign of her contempt for his lame excuse.

"All right, I just want to digest my food, so please escort me back to the palace."

Then he added: "The moonlight is beautiful today, but there is not much wind."

Ying Zheng smiled and said with a chuckle: "Thank you, mother, for giving me the opportunity."

Listening to the whistling wind, he nodded and added, "There isn't much wind."

Even in such a dark night, Ying Zheng could still see everything clearly. When he said the last sentence, Zhao Ji couldn't help but gave him a doting look.

A rebellious son will tell lies with his eyes open.

Ying Zheng waved his hand to stop people from following him. Ying Zheng took out a palace lantern for lighting, and the two of them walked slowly towards Ganquan Palace, one in front and one behind.

The sky was too dark, which had no effect on Ying Zheng, but it was different for Zhao Ji. With the palace lantern that Ying Zheng was holding, she really could not see anything.

Moreover, Zhao Ji was not very courageous. It was so dark and they were alone. She was a little scared and moved closer to Ying Zheng. Only when she was with Ying Zheng would she not be afraid of anything.

Zhao Ji thought proudly in her heart: Although he is a rebellious son, it really makes people feel at ease to have him standing in front of her.

Zhao Ji looked at Ying Zheng's still tall figure in the dark, and she was really not afraid of anything.

Ying Zheng knew exactly what was happening behind him without even turning around. He couldn't help but smile, but he didn't laugh out loud. He just said slowly, "Too many people have died in the palace over the years. I don't know if there will be any wronged ghosts or evil spirits. It's so dark at night, mother, please be careful."

Ying Zheng's words frightened Zhao Ji so much that she trembled and quickly took a half step forward and held Ying Zheng's sleeve. She was not afraid at first, but she was frightened by this. Even though she knew that Ying Zheng was teasing her, she still panicked instinctively.

After holding Ying Zheng's sleeve, she felt relieved. Then she became angry and stretched out her other hand with slender fingers to twist Ying Zheng's arm. However, she was reluctant to use too much force, even though it would be of no use.

"You rebellious son, I was kind enough to accompany you for a walk, but you actually dared to scare me. Let's see if I will accompany you again in the future!"

Ying Zheng pretended to be in pain and whimpered, "Oh, it hurts. Mother, you are too strong. I'm afraid you have forgotten that your power has improved greatly recently. How can I bear such strength?"

Zhao Ji naturally knew that Ying Zheng was pretending, but when she heard Ying Zheng's miserable voice, her heart softened. She hummed twice and gently rubbed the place that had been twisted just now.

But he was merciless: "You deserve it! This is the price for scaring me!"

Ying Zheng said aggrievedly: "Mother, I haven't finished what I want to say. It's because you are too impatient."

"Think about it, mother. I am born holy and I am the Son of Heaven. Wherever I am, it is a holy place. How can there be any evil spirits? What evil spirits dare to act presumptuously in front of me?"

"With me by your side, what is there to worry about?"

Zhao Ji nodded, feeling that what he said made a lot of sense.

"What you said does make sense. My son Zheng has been born holy since he was young. Naturally, no evil spirit dares to approach him. No, they don't even dare to enter the Xianyang Palace. Well, he is worthy of being my son."

As Zhao Ji and Rong Youyan spoke, they also smiled proudly.

Ying Zheng also laughed and said, "If you knew, then why did you attack me just now? I still feel the pain now. Your power has really improved a lot recently."

Zhao Ji immediately retracted her smile, feeling a little embarrassed. Logically speaking, she was a little reckless just now, but Zhao Ji's eyes turned and she said, "Humph! That's what you deserve. Who told you not to speak faster? And who told you to bring up this topic? It's still your fault. You can't blame me for this."

Ying Zheng nodded: "Oh, so that's how it is. It seems that it is indeed my fault."

Zhao Ji snorted complacently: "It's good to know. I forgive you. Don't make the same mistake again. It's a great improvement if you know your mistakes."

Ying Zheng nodded repeatedly: "Thank you for your teachings, mother. I will remember it and will never make the same mistake again." Zhao Ji won a great victory and was very proud of herself. Even her steps became lighter.

It’s a pity that the joy soon turned into sorrow.

The Lanchi Palace was still some distance away from the Ganquan Palace. Zhao Ji was wearing a pair of three-inch high stiletto open-toed red crystal shoes. Zhao Ji's skin was so delicate that after walking for such a while, her calves and ankles felt sore. Her pretty face was bitter, her pair of misty brows were slightly furrowed, and her brisk steps were no longer brisk.

These shoes look good, but they really make your feet tired. Zhao Ji doesn't need to walk long distances on weekdays, so it's not a big deal. But she walked so far tonight, and Ying Zheng was tall and had big steps, so one step of his was equivalent to two of hers. Even if he deliberately slowed down his pace, Zhao Ji still had to try her best to keep up. If she walked faster, she would feel even more sore.

Ying Zheng stopped and squatted down: "Mother, there is still some distance. It is too dark. Be careful not to fall. I will carry you on my back."

Zhao Ji hesitated for a moment, felt her legs and feet, and found them a little sore. She hesitated for several breaths, and seeing that Ying Zheng was still squatting, she pounced on Ying Zheng's back.

Ying Zheng adjusted his posture, supported Zhao Ji, carried her more steadily, and walked forward slowly. He threw the palace lantern aside. It was originally used for Zhao Ji's lighting, and now that Zhao Ji didn't need to look at the road, it was naturally no longer needed.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it was a little cold in the middle of the night. Ying Zheng supported Zhao Ji and circulated his Qi to warm her body and relieve her pain.

Zhao Ji lay on Ying Zheng's back and breathed a sigh of relief. Her feet left the ground and she felt comfortable immediately. It was comfortable not having to walk by herself. Moreover, the circulation of Qi against the flow of Qi soothed her meridians, which made her even more comfortable.

Zhao Ji hugged Ying Zheng's neck, being careful not to fall off. Her son's back was really broad, and her fair face unconsciously showed a comfortable and contented smile.

Ying Zheng felt the breath of Zhao Ji spraying on his ears and asked softly, "My mother seems to be worried these days. Why don't you talk to me and see if I can help her relieve her worries?"

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Zhao Ji's smile froze, and she said hesitantly, "It's nothing, nothing to say, go back quickly, you're walking too slowly."

Ying Zheng quickened his pace and chuckled, "It's okay to talk about it. Even if it doesn't help, it's always better to talk about it. Is there anything else that mother can't tell Zheng'er?"

Zhao Ji was in a low mood and didn't want to talk much. Ying Zheng urged her several times before she said with some melancholy, "It's nothing. I just feel that time has passed too fast. Before I knew it, I have grown old."

Ying Zheng was shocked, but he remained calm and said with a smile, "What are you talking about, mother? Mother is still young. If you don't believe me, just ask anyone about her age, and they will definitely say that she is an unmarried girl from some family."

Zhao Ji spitted lightly, and her hot breath hit Ying Zheng's cheek, but she couldn't stop smiling on her pretty face. She scolded: "You just talk nonsense and say nice things to coax me."

After saying that, he couldn't help but sighed softly: "No matter how many nice words you say, the facts will not change. No one can stop time. I am getting old after all. Even if it is not obvious now, it will be obvious in a few years."

Ying Zheng's smile disappeared, and he said softly, "No, the Taoists and Yin-Yangists are refining elixirs that can prolong life and preserve beauty. Once the elixir is refined, this small problem will naturally be solved."

Having said that, Ying Zheng's eyes were filled with gloom. It had been two years and countless amounts of money had been spent, but the Taoist and Yin-Yang schools had not produced any results. Even with the participation of his elder sister, they had still only produced some pills that could replenish vital energy and improve their cultivation.

However, considering the cost of the elixir, the little increase in cultivation is not worth it.

As for the elixir that Ying Zheng wanted to prolong his life and maintain his youth and health, it seems that it is still a long way off.

Human life span ends at some point. If you want to prolong your life by force, you are forcing fate. It is impossible to succeed unless you seize the fortune of heaven and earth.

Although there are many rare treasures in the world, there are not many that can truly defy the will of heaven and earth. Even for Ying Zheng, it is not possible to obtain them easily.

What Ying Zheng could be sure of was that only the Wei River, Dongting Lake and Loulan had real dragons or dragon seeds. The one in the Wei River could not be touched, and if he wanted to get the other two, the time and fate had not yet arrived.

The white snake in Mangdang Mountain can only be found when I travel around the world in the future. Unless I do it myself, ordinary people will probably be unable to do anything to me.

Zhao Ji shook her head and moved her head to lie on Ying Zheng's other shoulder.

With a breath as sweet as orchid, she said faintly, "Who knows whether the elixir can be made? We can't force it. Even if it can be made, who knows how long it will take? If we can't wait, it's not normal."

"I just felt a little sad when I saw Xue'er grow up. It's nothing serious. Birth, aging, sickness and death are destiny. It's the same for everyone. There's no need to force it."

"I will force it." Ying Zheng suddenly said this. His voice was not loud, but firm enough, and his tone contained his absolute will.

This is the will of the First Emperor, the will of the Son of Heaven.

This is the absolute will that can change the course of mountains and rivers and cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split.

(End of this chapter)