Chapter 59 Section 2 Drinking Poison

Let's say that when Lu Buwei received Ying Zheng's letter, although he had doubts and fears in his heart, he remained calm in his demeanor.It's just that at the dinner party, his eyes were extraordinarily kind, and he lingered on the faces of every family member with reluctance. After the banquet was over, Lu Buwei left behind his two most beloved grandsons, and played with them for a long time before being sent back.After the two grandchildren left, Lu Buwei's face lost any warmth. Lu Buwei has a favorite concubine, Wei Shi, who is young and beautiful, and has a good understanding of singing and dancing, and has always been the most favored by Lu Buwei.Seeing Lu Buwei's gloomy face, Wei knew that he must have some troubles.It is her bounden duty to make the old man happy.However, let her use all kinds of amorous feelings and tricks, Lu Buwei still has no response, just bows his head to the dark wall, calling for thousands of times.Helpless, Wei had no choice but to go back to his room and sleep, which made Duke Zhou cheaper.

Lu Buwei stayed alone, his mood unprecedentedly wild. Yingzheng's heartless letter was tantamount to pronouncing Lu Buwei's political death sentence. However, he, Lu Buwei, has made extraordinary contributions to Qin.He used to be the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty who held the power alone, making the six kingdoms prostrate at his feet; he was the father of the king of Qin who was aloof, and made the queen mother groan under him.Moving to Shu, this is the treatment only for exiled criminals, how could he accept such a shame!He must preserve his dignity and refuse to insult him.

Yes, at least he still has a way to go. Lu Buwei stood up in his clothes and stood in the courtyard.Stare at the sky, the sky is so high.Listen to the surrounding, the surrounding is so quiet.Well, this is a day in May, everything is the taste of May. In May, Don Juan ended his first love, and the sweet-scented osmanthus was still in its early flowering period. Dew accumulates under the steps, and the night is as cool as water.Lu Buwei stood there for a long time, then woke up the house boy and ordered hot water to be prepared for him to take a bath. The family children have always respected this legendary old man like a god.Although the request to take a bath in the middle of the night was really weird, he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only obediently obey it.The hot water was ready, and the house boy asked cautiously, "Would you like to wake up Mrs. Wei and take a bath for the master?" Lu Buwei shook his head and said, "No, everyone will go down. The old man wants to be quiet, and no one should disturb him."

Lu Buwei soaked in the hot soup, stretching his limbs as hard as possible, feeling his body.In the past, the favorite concubine would bathe him, so he didn't need to take care of himself.But now, he stroked his whole body slowly, as if reviewing, but also as saying goodbye.He stared at himself, aghast at his own ugly, humanoid form.His body was no longer plump, fat, and slack. Over the years he had been rarely ill, yet aging was irresistible.Especially since retirement, he has aged very fast.Viewed from the outside, it still looks like a whole person, undressed and lying down, the limbs are no longer related.

As a man, his lust is still there, but his body is out of control.Every time I feel emotional, it's like holding a new umbrella, insisting on propping up that thing, it's really a crime.At this moment, he realizes sadly that he will never be young again. The sound of youth fading is the sound of impotence. Lu Buwei finished his bath and put on the most comfortable scented clothes.And under the shelter of these clothes, his majesty and stalwart still seemed inviolable.He took out the poisonous wine that had been hidden long ago, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled bitterly, some wine must be drunk alone.Some roads must be walked alone.

Back then, after Lao Ai was arrested for rebellion, she only wanted to die quickly.Lu Buwei is different from Lai Ai, he has always despised Lai Ai's low quality and pettiness, even if he wants to die, he must die with ease. The golden wine was slowly poured into Jin Jue.Lu Buwei's hand was steady and calm.And his demeanor is even more leisurely and elegant, graceful, as if he is entertaining the most distinguished guests.Tonight, he is his most honored guest. Since death is inevitable, why not enjoy its coming? The sky was dark and deep, with no light and no clouds.Lu Buwei shook the golden jue in his hand, staring at the ripples of the wine, as if he had already drunk first.

Oh, Zhen, you are a beautiful bird like a peacock, you live in the deep mountains and valleys, and fly above the sky.Just look at your colorful feathers and graceful flying, who would believe that you can be so deadly, with your gorgeous feathers, you can turn the wine that soothes sorrow into soul-destroying wine with just a single swipe of your gorgeous feathers Poison?No matter, no matter.Drunkness is temporary death, and death is eternal drunkenness.There is no better bartender than you, and I just needed to have a glass of your wine.Come, Zhen, I respect you, for your beauty, for your flying.