"Become an emperor?"

Ying Zheng opened his mouth wide in surprise, looking disbelief.

"Why haven't you ever thought about it?"

Yang Mo reached out and touched his head, and rubbed it.

I felt a little happy: Throughout history, there shouldn't be many people who can rub Ying Zheng's head as they are like myself.

Compared to his ease, Ying Zheng suddenly became nervous, his body tense, and his blood seemed to stop.

I thought a lot of things in my little head, and my first thought was: Is Master testing me?

With this idea, all the miscellaneous things in the past came to my mind.

The key is that these miscellaneous things made him understand as evidence that Yang Mo did not get close to him.

With the fuel of this question, these evidences led Ying Zheng to a conclusion: Master has never been very close to me, and it turned out that he was guarding against me!

It seemed like I had discovered a shocking secret, so my heart was pounding.

My little face instantly turned red and sweat gushed out.

"Just like you were in your previous life, you destroyed the six kingdoms and unify the world, with the same chariots and the same essays."

Yang Mo put away the hands that were rubbing Ying Zheng's head. He felt sweat in Ying Zheng's hair and smiled silently: It seems that his little apprentice is thinking too much.

"Master, Master, I..."

When Yang Mo put his hand on his head, Ying Zheng didn't feel it.

But as soon as his fingers left, he was stunned and his heart was empty.

"Why? After staying in Taiyuan for so long, have you not yet known your achievements in your previous life from the words around you?"

Yang Mo's voice was very kind and kind. This kindness and kindness made Ying Zheng, who was so nervous that he could not be himself, calm down slowly.

He mustered up his courage to look up and looked at his master again.

The eyes were as calm as ever, no, they became more calm on weekdays.

There were even some encouragement and expectations, which Ying Zheng had never seen in the eyes of anyone except his mother.

A hint of emotion emerged from his heart, and then this emotion rushed into his eyes uncontrollably, turning into tears and circling in his eyes.

The master did not test himself, he was caring for me.

In many cases, words cannot be explained clearly, but eyes can express clearly and simply.

Otherwise, there would be no silence than sound at this time, nor would there be only meaning but not words.

Ying Zheng received the tenderness in Yang Mo's heart. He could truly feel the encouragement and recognition from his master.

"Okay, why are you crying?"

Compared to Ying Zheng's hand, Yang Mo's palm was considered large. He squatted down gently and reached out to wipe the corners of Ying Zheng's eyes.

"Did you blame me for not getting close to you before?"

Yang Mo's voice became slower and his attitude became more and more kind.

It was like an invisible hand, slowly healing Ying Zheng's childhood trauma and fear.

"Um..."

Ying Zheng originally wanted to say that his disciple didn't dare, but he didn't know where the courage came from. He nodded and nodded slowly.

"Actually, from the day you kowtowed to me and called me Master, I have already treated you as my closest person."

Yang Mo stretched out his hand again, rubbed Ying Zheng's hair, his eyes full of smiles: "It's just that Ying Zheng, who I know, is a famous figure in history, the First Emperor who unified the world, and is also called the Ancestral Dragon."

"So, I don't know how to face you, and I don't know how to teach you."

"But slowly, I realized that you are just a child and have nothing to do with Qin Shihuang who is angry with the world and the tiger and the six kingdoms."

"It's just a teenager who has no father and has lived alone with his mother in a foreign country for many years."

Ying Zheng's tears fell down unsatisfactorily.

He thought about a lot of things.

The humiliation I suffered in Zhao State since I was a child.

The mother suffered frivolousness and humiliation for herself.

The originally stubborn boy wiped his tears unscrupulously.

He resented himself a little, resenting himself for being so unsuccessful.

I once swore to be strong and to shelter my mother from the wind and rain.

"I know that you have done a lot of things for your master behind your back. When you go to see Zhang Jiao, your mother doesn't agree, and you insist on going, and I know that too."

Yang Mo sighed with a leisurely sigh: "You have always been a good apprentice, but I have never been a good master."

"It was not until I was in prison that I realized who is the one I should protect and trust most in this world."

He looked at Ying Zheng and said slowly: "It's you. Fate made us masters and apprentices. It seemed unintentional, but it tied the fates of our father and father together."

“Master…”

The boy looked at Yang Mo with sobs.

Ying Zheng has fantasized about similar scenes countless times, and someone can say these thoughtful words to him.

Tell him what he wants to know.

He had fantasized about countless possibilities in his mind.

Every time I face the shadow I transformed into, I am the father who has been living in the mouth of his mother.

But the appearance that he transformed into is never the same every time - because he has never seen his father look like.

Ying Zheng can also be sure that his mother has long forgotten what his father looks like.

Therefore, he rarely asks his mother what his father looks like, and every time he asks, his mother always describes it.

Sometimes I say my father has thick lips, and sometimes I say he has thin lips.

In Ying Zheng's impression, my father is always a blur.

At this moment, he looked at Yang Mo and felt that the blur in his heart seemed to gradually become clear.

The sound of the rooster singing came one after another, and Taiyuan also appeared slightly.

A weak ray of sunlight passed through the thick fog, shining on the yard and on the master and apprentice.

"A Zheng, this emperor, the Yang family can sit, you can sit too. When you sit in the emperor, no one in the world will dare to bully the master again."

Yang Mo showed a bright smile, and under the sunshine, it became brighter and brighter.

Ying Zheng also burst into tears and smiled. The scenes that he had imagined in his heart for many years seemed to be reflected in front of him perfectly.

"Master!"

The boy's eyes became more and more firm, and the fists in his sleeves also clenched.

"This time we go to Chang'an, we will die for a lifetime, but if we pass this hurdle, everything will be bright."

Yang Mo patted his shoulder: "Are you scared?"

Ying Zheng shook his head: "I'm not afraid!"

"Okay, just have this ambition!"

Yang Mo stood up and rubbed Ying Zheng's head again.

This time there was no sweat in my hair.

There was a creaking sound of door opening in the yard, and soon a girl's voice sounded: "Miss, don't come out first. It seems that there are people outside, where are the scissors and scissors?"

Then there was a nervous question: "Who, who is outside?"

"The police officers of the Bad Division and the inspectors of the three major battalions are nearby. I just need to shout and they will come!"
Chapter completed!