"... The rules have been set.
It is generally divided into the literary test and the combat test.
The literary test can be divided into three tests.
The literary test and the combat test can be divided into two tests.
The first test is one's skills and the second test is one's actual combat... "
Yi An was sitting on the right side of Ying Zheng, explaining the arrangement of the Recruitment Hall in a neither too fast nor too slow manner.
Qiu Yun added occasionally. Both of them were calm and respectful.
Their voices were pleasant to the ears.
His tone was steady, and his words were reasonable.
Therefore, it was a long speech.
It did not make people feel irritated or bored.
Ying Zheng did not comment. He lowered his head and looked at the wine cup in his hand.
He sniffed it gently.
But he did not drink it. The wine was good wine that he had never seen before.
Unfortunately, it was too strong. He could not drink as much as he usually did, especially when...
His gaze fell on the door again and he frowned slightly. Why didn't he come after half a day?
Could it be... that he was unwilling?
No,
He would not.
With that young man's temperament, he would not be so insensible if he did not cross the line... His strength of character had always been engraved in his bones and was not for others to see.
Yi An noticed his expression and a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes. He thought that his temperament had changed, but it turned out that it was just a change of interest. He did not expect that this insufferably arrogant emperor liked to play hard to get.
A chamberlain hurried in and reported, "Your Majesty, Commander Lu was... No, Commander Lu and Qin Song Gongzi are fighting..."
Before he could finish, the wine cup in Ying Zheng's hand fell to the ground. He slammed the table and stood up. He strode out of the door and said with a gloomy face, "How dare you!"
He shouted coldly, "Are all the people around him dead?"
The chamberlain hurriedly trotted in front to lead the way. He was confused. He did not know who his master was talking about and who was a dead person.
By the time Ying Zheng arrived, the scene was already very lively. Dozens of guards had formed a circle around him. Their swords were unsheathed and their bows were nocked. The people in the circle were either advancing or retreating, but no one dared to make a move.
When Ying Zheng came over, the imperial bodyguards made way for him and stood guard beside him. Only now did Ying Zheng see clearly that there was a small circle within the large circle. The person who was surrounded in the middle was Chen Ce. Their purpose was not to besiege him, but to protect him.
The one facing off against this circle of people was not Han Pu and Yu Sheng, who were standing side by side with weapons in hand. Instead, it was a thin youth who was standing leisurely a few zhang away.
Other than Chen Ce, the rest of the people in that circle were all top-notch experts in the Imperial Guard Camp. However, almost all of them were injured. These people did not even notice Ying Zheng coming over. They only looked nervously at the youth who did not seem to notice them at all. They clenched the weapons in their hands tightly. Their Adam's apple bobbed up and down as they constantly swallowed their saliva. Occasionally, they would use their sleeves to wipe off their cold sweat...
The youth's standing posture was somewhat lazy. He had drunk a little too much. Even half leaning on the stone table was somewhat unsteady. His body would sway from time to time, as if he would fall asleep at any time. An ordinary-looking long sword was loosely held upside down in his hand. The sword was stained with blood and was dripping down. His white robe was also splattered with many spots of blood. From afar, it looked like a red plum blossom in the snow. When worn by this young man, it actually looked very good.
The young man's porcelain-white cheeks were dyed with traces of crimson, his usually cold and indifferent eyes were filled with hazy mist, and his light colored soft lips were stained with a sheen of water … The drunk young man was extremely beautiful and alluring, but no one would have any thoughts of profaning him, because the young man's current aura was extremely powerful.
Qin Song narrowed his eyes slightly. He shook his head to shake off this feeling of the world spinning. However, the figure in front of him was still swaying left and right. Therefore, he left the stone table he was leaning on and took two steps forward.
Chen Ce and the experts around him all took a step back. Their backs instantly tensed and their breathing stopped.
Qin Song could barely recognize the person in front of him. His long sword was somewhat unsteady as it pointed at Chen Ce. His expression and tone were equally undisciplined. "Come, come here. If you can receive one blow from me, I will spare your life."
Chen Ce tightly pursed his lips. He did not make a sound. He covered the bleeding wound on his arm and did not move.
Qin Song saw that he did not move. He helplessly sighed and walked forward again. He said, "This time, I am going to start killing."
Following this sentence, the surrounding atmosphere became even more tense. It was as if a bowstring that had been pulled to its limit could no longer withstand the slightest tremble. The swords in the hands of the guards around Chen Ce began to tremble.
The youth was not tall nor mighty. However, his straight back, slightly open shoulders, narrowed eyes, and slightly raised lips seemed to carry an indescribable power. It made people who faced him feel as if they were facing an abyss. It was as if they were facing a steep wall. Even breathing became difficult.
The youth's somewhat staggered footsteps were like a thunderclap or a heavy drum that silently pounded on the hearts of the crowd. One step, two steps, three steps … the three steps fell. His long sword was slightly withdrawn. Everyone's hearts were hanging in the air. This was a sign that he was about to make a move!
"Release the arrows! Release the arrows! Quickly release the arrows! "The guards around Chen Ce finally could not take it anymore and shouted uncontrollably.
"Stop!" Ying Zheng's shout rang out. However, he was still one step too late. His hands that had been holding the bowstring for a long time had already loosened the moment he heard the word "release the arrows". Dozens of sharp arrows cut through the short distance of several feet and almost reached the youth in an instant.
Ying Zheng could not control himself and rushed forward two steps. He cried out involuntarily, "Qin Song!"
In the next moment, the sharp arrows almost reached him. However, the youth did not react. Everyone clearly saw that he casually tilted his head, waist, and shoulders. The sharp arrows were too fast to be seen by the naked eye and brushed past his body. Then, the youth raised the long sword in his right hand slightly and knocked away two arrows with the hilt. He raised his left hand and easily picked up the last few arrows from the air and casually threw them aside … He did not care about these flies at all. However, he was attracted by Ying Zheng's voice and turned his head, "You called me?"
Everyone was speechless.
Ying Zheng was also speechless for a moment.
"Very familiar …" Qin Song pressed his forehead, but he could not remember who the person in front of him was. He only vaguely remembered that the purpose of drinking the wine seemed to be … to practice swordsmanship?
Therefore, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "How many moves?"
Ying Zheng looked at him. The young man in front of him was beautiful to the extreme, powerful to the extreme, and charming to the extreme …
Ying Zheng said after a moment, "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ce's nervous voice sounded, "Your Majesty, you can't! Absolutely not! "
Ying Zheng turned a deaf ear. He threw away the cloak with his left hand and unsheathed the long sword with his right hand. The cloak fluttered in the air. He was like a fierce tiger coming out of its cage. The long sword swept horizontally with a certain momentum!
Everyone knew that the King of Qin was brave and valiant. He had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his talent was astonishing. Even people like Chen Ce and Yu Sheng, who were by his side, were far from being his match. His confidence in his valiance was the reason why he was repeatedly attacked by assassins, and also the reason why he was not killed.
Ying Zheng could see that Qin Song was not ordinary from the reaction of Chen Ce and the others. Therefore, he used all his strength from the beginning. He believed that in this world, there were only a few people who could withstand his sword. He did not believe that this youth, who only knew a little martial arts, could become so powerful in just a few days!
"Your Majesty!" Chen Ce and the others exclaimed in unison and rushed towards him.
Ying Zheng saw that the young man who had been slouching in front of him had finally moved, and his movement was as fast as lightning. His slender waist began to spin, his long black hair fluttered in the wind, and his snow-white robe began to float in the air … Before he could even see the young man's movement clearly, his beautiful face had already stopped right in front of him. An icy cold sensation slithered across his neck like a snake, bringing him a sharp pain and spurting out fresh blood ….
Ying Zheng finally understood where Chen Ce and the others' fear came from. Unfortunately, he understood it too late … The youth's long sword was quickly strangling his neck. In the next moment, his head might fly into the sky and he could only watch his body slowly fall down …
"Your Majesty!" Desperate and incredulous voices sounded from all directions.
Everyone's minds were blank …
Ying Zheng almost closed his eyes. However, at this moment, the snake of death slithering around his neck stopped without warning. The youth seemed to be too drunk and could not see clearly. He heavily closed his eyes and opened them again, muttering to himself, "… Can't kill?"
"Yes … Can't kill …"
"Clang!" The long sword fell to the ground. Qin Song also swayed twice before softly falling to the ground … He had drunk a little too much this time. Damn it … Uh … Han Pu …
Ying Zheng expressionlessly took a step forward and caught the youth before he fell to the ground. The youth was frighteningly thin. In his arms, he was as light as a feather and did not seem to have any weight. Ying Zheng lowered his head and looked at the youth, who was so strong and arrogant just a moment ago, nestled in his arms. He was as obedient as a kitten. His long eyelashes were lowered, and his cheeks and neck were flushed. His lips were restlessly pursed, as if he was tasting wine in his dreams …
Ying Zheng suddenly chuckled. He had almost died in the hands of this person just now!
Looking at the young man sleeping peacefully in his arms, his heart was beating so fast that it felt like death. For the first time, he felt that being alive was such a precious thing.
…
In Qin Song's bedroom, Qin Yi hurriedly rushed over. His face was extremely ugly. After checking the wound on Ying Zheng's neck and applying medicine again, he knelt down with a thud, "Your Majesty, I beg Your Majesty to kill Qin Song!"
He might have some feelings for Qin Song, but this person was too dangerous, too dangerous.
Chen Ce also knelt down, "I beg Your Majesty to kill Qin Song!"
"Kill Qin Song!"
"Kill Qin Song!"
"…"
Yi An stood aside with a pale face. As he listened to the voices that were getting louder and louder, he looked at the Qin people kneeling on the ground and the tall man sitting on the bed. His lips moved, but he did not say anything in the end.
Han Pu's face was also a little pale. He quietly put his hands into his sleeves and stared at Ying Zheng.
Yu Sheng quietly guarded Qin Song's bedside, as if he did not hear them.
Ying Zheng raised his head and looked at Yi An. His lips curled into a cold smile. He slowly poured himself a cup of wine, took a sip, and said lightly, "Kill him? Good! What's the reason? "
Although he asked, he did not wait for an answer. He sneered, "Because he did not kill me, so I have to kill him?"
Everyone looked at each other, speechless for a long time.
Ying Zheng said coldly, "Get out!"
The others filed out. Qin Yi looked at Han Pu and Yu Sheng, who did not move at all, and also did not move.
There were only a few people left in the room. Some were standing, some were sitting, and no one spoke. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The silence lasted for a long time, until everyone heard a soft, almost inaudible voice, "Pain …"
The voice was very soft, but it was accompanied by the sound of chattering teeth. The person who spoke seemed to be extremely frightened and in extreme pain. His jaw trembled as he forced out a word, "… pain …"
The word "pain" seemed to have floated out from hell. It made everyone who heard it feel a chill in their bones.
Ying Zheng's gaze fell on the bed. The youth, who was originally sleeping peacefully, had unknowingly curled up into a ball. His hair was messy and piled on his face. Large drops of tears silently seeped out from his tightly shut eyes, soaking a large part of the bed sheet. The youth trembled and said that it hurt.
Ying Zheng felt his heart suddenly being squeezed by something. It was so painful that he could not breathe. After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at Qin Yi. His voice was dry, "… Look at him."
Qin Yi silently went forward, took his pulse, and stepped back, saying, "It's nothing serious."
Ying Zheng looked at him steadily and said word by word, "He said it hurts."
Qin Yi lowered his head and said, "With his body like that, how can it not hurt? He has always been in pain, it's just that … he doesn't say it hurts … "
He has always been in pain, it's just that … he doesn't say it hurts …
So he has always been in pain …
Ying Zheng felt that something was tightly strangling his neck.
When the branding iron was branded on his face, he has always been in pain …
When the whip was lashed on his body, he has always been in pain …
When the arrow pierced his shoulder, he has always been in pain …
Ying Zheng's body trembled slightly. Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng, why didn't you think of it until now? He has always been in pain. He is also afraid of pain. He just … doesn't say it hurts … he just, doesn't say it hurts.
In his memory, the youth lightly jumped off the carriage with a mischievous smile on his lips. In his memory, the youth saluted him with his hands folded and said with a confident smile, "King Qin, how have you been?" In his memory, the youth held a long sword with an imposing manner like a mountain …
In front of him, the youth lying on the bed curled up. His hair was soaked in cold sweat and tears, messily sticking to his face. The youth's body was trembling and his teeth were chattering …
He said, "… It hurts …"
So he has always been in pain, it's just that … he doesn't say it hurts.
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