The long river collapses, and the stars sink.

When the sun rises from the horizon, it dispels the haze of the world.

A crisp and powerful crow of roosters urged all the tranquility.

In the young master's mansion, Zhao Zheng, wearing pajamas, slowly opened his eyes, lifted up the brocade bedding and sat sideways.

"Bath, change clothes!"

Zhao Zheng, with long hair draped over his shoulders, gently spit out four words.

The attendants in the young master's mansion moved when they heard the sound. Six women in silk black clothes walked in and gently took off their silk pajamas for Zhao Zheng.

Then a male servant carried a bucket of steaming water and poured the water into the large wooden barrel.

For a moment, the whole room was filled with hazy mist.

After a maid repeatedly tried the water temperature, Zhao Zheng slowly stepped into the wooden barrel.

There was a rustling sound of running water washing in the house.

At this time, everyone from Xianyang City and Taiyin Academy also woke up one after another.

In the Taiyin Academy, the people in the Zhaoyao Palace were bathed and changed their clothes by the servants of the Taiyin Academy, while the Layman Palace did not receive such treatment.

Huangshi was enjoying quietly in his house.

"No wonder people in the world think of glory, and power, fame and fortune are intoxicating."

He smiled softly, then changed to a comfortable angle and continued to enjoy the warm bath of this beauty.

And Han Fei was very unhelpful.

He was exiled to Chu since he was a child. After returning to Korea, although he had a fief, he could not bear such extravagance.

"I...I...I...I...I can...I can do it myself."

Han Fei stuttered even more quickly.

"Today is the time to discuss the Tao, the sir should take a shower and change his clothes, otherwise why should he discuss the Tao with the wise men?"

A woman in red chuckled.

"I...I...I...can't that...can...be faster?"

"promise!"

The six red clothes bowed together.

For a moment, the fog was filled with the woman's chuckle.

In Xianyang City, Zichu had already stood up early.

He combed his crown and sat in the lobby of the young master's mansion wearing a glorious clothes. He gently grinds the wine cup in his hand, and quietly waits for something.

"Where is Zheng'er?"

With a soft sound, King Qin slowly walked into the lobby in plain clothes.

"Zheng'er is bathing and changing clothes."

Zichu bowed his head and said.

When the King of Qin heard this, he nodded. Zhao Zheng’s servants’ fiefs were all given by him, and his fiefs were only higher than those of the prince.

Otherwise, the identity of a son's descendant would not be so extravagant.

Walking in the lobby, the King of Qin said softly:

"Zou Yan, a Yin-Yang family in Yan State, met me a few days ago and asked Qin to send troops to coordinate the affairs of Yan and Zhao."

"Hada's answer?"

"I can't let Zhao swallow Yan State, otherwise it will be a disaster."

Then the King of Qin seemed to have shortness of breath in his chest and abdomen, and suddenly coughed.

"Ahem cough cough..."

There was a trace of blood above the Huajin.

The King of Qin glanced at Hua Jin and put it away, and continued:

"Ahem... King Yan is useless, so Zhao defeated Yan and killed him to the capital; but it was also because King Yan was useless, so I wanted to protect Yan State."

"There is a world of difference between an incompetent enemy and a talented enemy."

"Father?"

Seeing this, Zichu showed a sense of worry.

The King of Qin waved his hand instead.

"It's okay, Mr. Chunqiu said nothing, "I'm too bored before."

"A year is only a blink of an eye, please be prepared!"

The King of Qin slowly sat down in his upper position, then drank a glass of clear water, closed his eyes and rested.

Zichu wanted to speak but stopped, but eventually shook his head.

The autumn wind passed by, alarming the royal clothes.

After a while, Lu Buwei and Cai Ze slowly walked into the lobby.

"Greetings to the king, to the prince."

"Get up!"

The King of Qin, who was sitting at the upper seat, said lightly.

In the past, Li Chunqiu and Zichu exchanged three quotas for listening to the sermons in the Taiyin Academy, and the Qin State finally sent three people, Zichu, Lu Buwei and Cai Ze.

Since Zhao Zheng joined the Chunqiu Immortals, the attitude of the entire Qin court has been towards Zichu, otherwise there would be no matter how Zhao Zheng was granted a fief.

"The humerus of all countries, the Qin Dynasty depends on you after all."

"The King of Qin is waiting for the evil minister."

Lu Buwei and Cai Ze worship each other again.

At this time, Zhao Zheng slowly walked out from the side of the lobby.

"Greetings to my grandfather, to my father."

"I have met Gang Chengjun and Grand Tutor."

Everyone looked at it.

Zhao Zheng sorted out the crown, decorated with the black bird, and matched with the jade of glass. He stood upright and was majestic.

Only ten years old, but he already has the charm of wearing a sword thousands of miles away and riding on the clouds.

Between his eyebrows, there is a faint power of an emperor.

"With a grandson like this, what else can my husband ask for?"

The King of Qin couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

The great roc rises with the wind one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles; Xuan’s father can still be afraid of his future generations, but his husband can’t be young!

After looking at Zhao Zheng, the King of Qin smiled and waved his hand and said:

"It is better to preach early than late than to late."

"Grandfather will not delay my grandson's affairs, go!"

Zhao Zhengyi said:

"Grandson, take your leave."

Lu Buwei, Zichu, and Gangcheng Jun Cai Ze also bowed away.

The King of Qin was left alone and looked at the empty courtyard.

He looked up at the tall buildings in the gateyard and shook his head.

"Oh, my grandson is so old, how can I not grow old?"

"Time urges people!"

It was clearly the sun was shining, but the King of Qin still felt the sunset of the west.

"Go, go!"

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings."

Outside the Prince's Mansion, pedestrians were lined up on both sides, from the nobles of the high sect to the Guizhou Buyi, everyone looked at the young man walking out.

The times create heroes, and heroes create momentum.

Who can tell the truth about man and glory?

"Is that the future king of Qin?"
To be continued...