Chapter 49 Section Eight Qin Wang Yingzheng

The heavy snow will stop on seven days.On the day when the snow stopped, the plum blossoms in Lanchi Palace were in full bloom. Qin Wang Yingzheng was in a good mood, ordered to arrange a guard of honor, and went straight to Lanchi Palace to admire the plum blossoms.Li Si followed the convoy and jogged closely. Although the wind was fierce, he didn't feel the cold.When they arrived at Lanchi Palace, King Qin's carriage drove straight in, while Li Si and a group of low-ranking officials stood guard in front of the palace.After running for more than ten miles, Li Si's underwear was already wet with sweat. After he calmed down, he felt the severe cold of winter, and the needles pierced his bones. Even so, he could only stand like a statue, not daring to move a little.

After a while, Wang Wan came out of the palace and waved to Li Si mysteriously.When Li Si went over, Wang Wan said, "I know Brother Li wants to see King Qin for a long time, so come with me." Li Si was overjoyed when he heard this. Wang Wan took Li Si to a courtyard. There were several officials standing at the gate of the courtyard, all of whom Li Si recognized.Wang Wan stopped and said, "No one can approach the King of Qin without being summoned. I can only wrong Brother Li and wait and see here for a while." Li Si thought that Wang Wan would bring himself directly to the King of Qin, but he didn't Thinking that in the end, he could only watch from a hundred steps away, he felt a little disappointed, but he also thought that Wang Wan was not easy. He brought himself here, and he also took great risks. He could not do more.To be a man, we must be grateful and content.After thanking Li Si, he raised his eyes and looked into the courtyard.

This is a distant view that changed Li Si's life. This is a gaze that affects Ying Zheng's fate. The style of this glance, even today, still does not feel its ancient. The courtyard is already vast, but it is even more remote against the backdrop of white snow. The mountains, rivers, smoke bridges, courtyards, pavilions and towers are not like the world.The bright red plum blossoms are bright and full. Under the tree, there is a young man wearing the clothes of a king with a calm expression.Cai Ze waited respectfully not far behind him, not daring to speak. This young man is Qin Wang Yingzheng whom Li Si has long admired.Although he was only sixteen years old, he was already more than eight feet tall, and there was no trace of childishness on his handsome and indifferent face.

Like many protagonists in Dickens's novels, Ying Zheng had a miserable childhood.He and his mother depended on each other in Handan of Zhao State. They lacked food and clothing, and sometimes even lived by begging. They were ridiculed and bullied until they were nine years old and were sent back to Xianyang.However, from his fair complexion and elegant figure, there is no trace of suffering in his childhood, as if he had been pampered in the palace of Xianyang since he was born. Li Si had heard rumors that Ying Zheng was not actually King Zhuang Xiang's own flesh and blood, but the illegitimate son of Lu Buwei and the Queen Mother.Li Si was once confused by such rumors, but when he saw Ying Zheng, he realized that rumors can only be rumors forever.There was no sign of Lu Buwei in Ying Zheng.Lu Buwei, who was born as a businessman, could not match Ying Zheng's noble aura as a king in his life.

Shakespeare once said: Some are born great; some are made great by striving; some are touted to be great.Li Si could feel that Ying Zheng was born great.He was born to be immortal.The sky is his limit, he is the limit of man.His light is destined to penetrate thousands of years, just as dazzling as before. Li Si had already forgotten where he was, he only had eyes on the handsome young man who was holding a plum blossom in his hand and sniffing slowly.Yes, that boy was the one he had been waiting for all his life.A giant standing at the beginning of history, an unprecedented king.Thank God, when I met you, I was already born, and I was still alive, although I lived so small and humble.