The king of a country seems to be superior and not as ordinary people, but when he faces the choice between life and death, he is no different from ordinary people, and even worse than ordinary people. He has enjoyed the wealth of the world and is far more attached to this world than ordinary people, so he will choose to live, even if he lives in a miserable way.

After all, there are only a few people who can have the violence of King Zhou of Shang and Chongzhen's stubbornness, and most of them are just the later rulers, Song Huizong.

Outside the New Deal City, the Qin army camp.

When Han Wangan knelt in front of him, Ying Zheng found that his mood was actually very calm, neither sad nor happy.

"Since the King of Han has surrendered, I should treat you well, but Korea will let it go with the wind. Of course, Han An, if you want to learn from Goujian, you can try it. Will Gu be Fuchai?" Ying Zheng looked at Han An, who was crawling on the ground today, and Ying Zheng said lightly, and his eyes had already passed Han An and looked at the people kneeling behind him. These were Han An's children, wives and concubines.

Ying Zheng counted silently and knew in his heart that Han Fei had not been here, and he should have been worshipped by Xunzi. At this time, he was either in Jixia Academy or in Xiaoshengxian Village.

But South Korea no longer exists. I wonder if the song "Tianxing Nine" can still be sung?

"How dare the surrendered minister compare himself to King Yue, and how dare he compare Fuchai to King." Han An's body was trembling. Maybe he was really scared, maybe he was kidney deficiency, and he was sweating even more.

Seeing Han An's appearance at this moment, Ying Zheng felt that simple and boring. Even a little bit of pride could not be inspired by defeating such an opponent. The joy of successfully destroying Han was instantly given a lot of discounts. It is normal for such a king and such a South Korean to be destroyed by himself. If such a king and such a country can survive in such a great battle, that would be his own failure.

The greatest happiness of men lies in chasing your enemies everywhere, invading their land, plundering their wealth, and then listening to the pain of their wives and children.

Genghis Khan's famous saying certainly made men excited, but enemies like the King of Han really couldn't arouse Ying Zheng's desire to conquer. As for women, with Ying Zheng's age at this time, it's better to save money. Han An's wife loves him at this time, so he can't help him.

After Ying Zheng, who had no fun at all, was too lazy to waste time on such a person after he was comforted by Han An, and he sent Han An's family to move him to Xianyang.

But everything was unexpected.

When Han An retreated to the entrance of the tent, Honglian, who was weak due to typhoid fever, fainted directly.

Han An wanted to escape from this big tent that he suppressed earlier, so he dared not stay at all. As for Honglian's life and death, his life is not as important as his own. At this time, what he thought of was not about his daughter's life and death, but about looking at Ying Zheng secretly, fearing that this Qin King, who could decide his life and death in one word, would be angry because of Honglian.

"Master, please help the little princess, she will be almost out of reach." Lady Mingzhu, who had been following Honglian, thrust down to the ground with a plop, waving a wave, shaking until Ying Zheng dizzy.

The dizzy Ying Zheng did not answer, and the answer was actually already answered.

"King, the little princess is only eight years old. She has been having a high fever for several days. Please save the little princess." Mrs. Mingzhu said as if she was crying.

"You are very brave. Han An dare not say anything. You are a woman... Is this girl your daughter?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Report to the king, the little princess is not my daughter." Mrs. Mingzhu raised her face and said.

"Then why do you care so much about her?" Ying Zheng said.

"Although the little princess is not my concubine's daughter, I always regard the little princess as her biological daughter. If there is something wrong with the little princess, how can I live?" Mrs. Mingzhu was already crying as she spoke.

"You really want to save her?" Ying Zheng was obviously interested. There was such a friendship in the palace? Are the palace dramas he watched in his previous life all fake?

"If the king can save the little princess, I will build grass and hold rings." Mrs. Mingzhu said sadly.

"If you were to die?" Ying Zheng's voice was very cold, so cold that Han An wanted to strangle this troublesome lady Mingzhu to death.

"If the king can save the little princess, I am willing to die." Mrs. Mingzhu said decisively.

"Okay, I agree to this transaction. I will exchange your life for the little princess's life. If this lady has not prepared white silk," Ying Zheng said calmly.

"I thank you for your kindness." Mrs. Mingzhu bowed to the Prime Minister.

However, at this time, Mrs. Mingzhu's pretty face that was almost stuck to the ground was a different look.

Could it be that I was wrong? Shouldn’t the King of Qin be impressed by my noble sentiment when he saw that I could treat Honglian like this?

The information clearly states that the King of Qin and his mother depended on each other in Zhao State since childhood, and the relationship between mother and son was very deep. The deep mother and son he showed at this time should resonate with the King of Qin.

It turns out that Mrs. Mingzhu was not worried about Honglian's life and death, and where was there any deep love between mother and son? It was just that she used her acting skills to win Ying Zheng's sympathy, so that she could leave a deep impression on Ying Zheng.

If Ying Zheng was an adult man, she would use another method, but Ying Zheng was only thirteen years old at this time. The methods she was good at were really not easy to use for a thirteen-year-old boy.

Therefore, after combining the information in the information and her analysis, she redesigned a character for herself. In her plan, the King of Qin should have been impressed by her at this time, but why is this happening?

What went wrong?

It’s impossible. With the age and experience of the King of Qin at this time, it’s impossible for him to have any resistance to his elder sister who is rippling maternal love at this time?

When the two armored soldiers walked into the tent with a white silk and put the white silk into Mrs. Mingzhu's slender and white neck, Mrs. Mingzhu's heart gradually became cold.

Did you get a slap in your own eyes?

The fear and regretful lady Mingzhu woman supported her new personality, still looking at death, with a glory like a Virgin on her face.

Under Ying Zheng's instructions, the white silk gradually tightened.

Han An looked at Mrs. Mingzhu in pain at this time, and felt his heart hurt. He had not had time to enjoy the peerless beauty he was about to die, but what could he do?

King Qin, when you grow up, you will understand how big the mistake you made and how good the resources you have wasted today.

When Han An thought of this, he suddenly felt that his heart was no longer hurt. Yes, a beauty like Mrs. Mingzhu is no longer her own person. Since King Han has been destroyed, she should already belong to King Qin.

When Han An thought of this, he felt much more comfortable.

The consciousness gradually became blurred, and saliva flowed unconsciously and Madam Mingzhu was full of regret at this time. She had nothing to do and she still capsized.

Damn boy, I have to beg for mercy immediately, otherwise it would be too late to beg for a while.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Mingzhu tried hard to look at Ying Zheng with wide eyes, and was about to break away from Bai Ling, who was about to beg for mercy, and saw the joke in Ying Zheng's eyes.

Maybe there is still a play? The wife of Mingzhu, who noticed hope, hesitated for a moment, but in this moment, she had lost the best strength to struggle and beg for mercy, and then her consciousness completely fell into darkness.

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Mrs. Mingzhu opened her eyes slowly and looked around. Is she still in the Qin army camp? She should be dead, right?

"Ying Zheng, fuck me..." Mrs. Mingzhu couldn't help but curse when she remembered how she died.

But before he could scold, a ray of sunlight shone into the account through the door of the account.

"I'm not dead?" Mrs. Mingzhu murmured.

Of course Mrs. Mingzhu is not dead.

Ying Zheng had to admit that he was really shocked by the feelings that Mrs. Mingzhu showed at that time. If nothing unexpected happened, he might have treated her differently as Mrs. Mingzhu had imagined.
Chapter completed!