Xianyang, above the mansion of Prince Zichu.

The lights under the night in recent days have been particularly dazzling, surpassing the numerous lights.

Inside a carved railing, Zhao Ji was wearing a white robe and sat on the couch.

Zhao Zheng was dressed in black, sitting in front of Zhao Ji, gently pouring water for Zhao Ji.

"Hua Ji criticized political affairs and was punished by the young master!"

"Zheng'er, Cheng Cang will be adopted by me in the future."

Zhao Ji said this and paused.

A hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes.

"I should teach it with order of rank and order, and stop it from being in contact with the throne, and know that there is a difference between heaven and earth, and that there is order of rank and order of rank and order of rank and order of rank and order of rank and order of rank and order of rank and order of rank and order of rank and order of rank and above!"

Zhao Zheng smiled, he gently put his long sleeves on his back and pushed the water in front of his mother Zhao Ji.

"Does my mother think Cheng Zi can rob the son minister?"

Zhao Zheng's voice was very quiet, and he seemed to be completely unwilling to care whether Cheng Qi wanted to compete with him for the throne.

Zhao Ji glanced at Zhao Zheng and said coldly:

"Even if you can't rob, you have to be more careful. Is there still fewer disputes between legitimate and illegitimate?"

Being alone is never a joke.

The heavenly family is ruthless, and the royal family has no brothers.

Zhao Ji took a sip of the warm water from the lord and looked at Zhao Zheng and said:

"Zheng'er, your father is a young master who has taken great effort to achieve. You should not take it lightly."

Zhao Zheng shook his head and spread his hands and said:

"Mother, if my son can't even defend the throne, how can we talk about the world?"

"Master will laugh at Erchen."

Zhao Zheng, who had been studying in Li Chunqiu for many days, looked up and looked at Zhao Ji and said:

"Mother, I am never afraid of my opponent, because I believe that no one can defeat me. Since my brother is my absolute right to be neglected."

"If the Chengzi wants to fight, the son will defeat him; if the Chengzi wants to make mistakes, the son will punish him."

"Mother doesn't need to take it to heart, just enjoy the peace of mind."

"He Chengcai can't defeat his son, even if he fights ten thousand times, he can't defeat him."

Zhao Zheng's voice was very light, but the confidence in it surprised Zhao Ji.

Even if he fights ten thousand times, he can't win.

This is how confident you have in yourself.

But………

Zhao Ji seemed to want to say something, but after seeing Zhao Zheng's eyes, she withdrew her words.

She looked at Zhao Zheng's eyes carefully and said:

"Zheng'er, have you decided?"

Zhao Zheng smiled. After shaking his sleeves, he bowed and said:

"My son has already decided that, and my son will have more than tens of millions of enemies in the future, so why not be afraid of one person!"

"My son is so bold!"

Zhao Ji's voice was very long.

Looking at Zhao Zheng in front of her, she felt that the eagle she raised herself had finally begun to spread her wings.

Kunpeng is 90,000 miles away, where can a mother stay with her for a lifetime?

Let him go!

Zhao Ji finally turned around and left the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the candles sway.

After Zhao Ji walked away, Zhao Zhengcai took a sip of warm water and said:

"Come in!"

As Zhao Zheng's voice sounded, a young boy walked out of the corner of the door. He put his hands behind his back and stared at Zhao Zheng with his big eyes.

Cheng Qi, who seemed only nearly four years old, whispered:

"Brother!"

Then he gave another standard aristocratic ceremony.

Zhao Zheng got up and rubbed his head into a slut, rubbing the little guy's hair in a mess.

He has no friends since childhood, and is surrounded by enemies, and has suffered all the warmth and coldness of human nature.

But now I have a father, a master, and a younger brother.

Looking at Xiao Cheng's eyes gradually getting foggy, and looking at him who wanted to cry but didn't want to cry, Zhao Zheng smiled.

"Hear all?"

Cheng Jiao nodded.

"Did you understand all?"

Cheng Jiao, who was only over three years old, tapped his head and shook it again.

"I understand... I understand a little!"

At his age, I wouldn't know much.

Zhao Zheng once again took care of Cheng Cang's messy hair.

"It's okay, you can understand or not."

"Cheng Chuang, your mother may not be able to accompany you recently, so you can live with your brother!"

Hearing this, the fog in Cheng Qi's eyes seemed to be getting thicker. He held back his tears and asked softly:

"Will my mother come back?"

"Maybe, one day!"

Zhao Zheng never comforted anyone because not long ago, he had been bullied and protected.

Gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Cheng Jia's eyes, Zhao Zheng looked at Cheng Jia's eyes and said:

"Cheng Chuang, brother, please remember one sentence."

Cheng Qiong held back his tears and looked at his brother in front of him and said angrily:

"Please speak with me, brother."

"You are my brother. There is only me who can deceive you in the world, and no one can deceive you."

"Sheng Cang remembers it!"

The night passed quickly.

Time is getting closer and closer to the day when the Taiyin Academy preaches.

Xianyang City became more and more lively.

Since Shang Jun formulated the law, the Qin people have not lived as happily as this day for a long time.

At this time, there were not many people queuing up in front of the Taiyin Academy.

The Qin people have already tried it, and now they are mainly sporadic guests from the Six Kingdoms.

In the west of Xianyang City, in front of the East Palace of Taiyin Academy, Meng Tian and Meng Yi were still sitting here, waiting for guests from all directions.

"Brother, another person comes!"

"It seems like he is a down-and-out nobleman."

"There is no noble for thousands of years in the world, but only the tribe that has not fallen into a thousand years."

"Meng Yi, I recently found that you are getting old and angry."

While the Montessor brothers were talking, Han Fei, who was covered in dust, had already walked in front of the two of them.

He was wearing a light blue robe, and the robe was covered with dust.

Han Fei was carrying a package on his shoulder, and he looked old.

Walking to the Taiyin Academy and looking at the tall and majestic East Palace Gate, Han Fei suddenly hesitated.

If you want to enter the Taiyin Academy, you only need fate and talent.

Fate is too illusory and unpredictable.
To be continued...