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Chapter Twelve The Wind Ripples(1/2)

"He said he would make you ten wishes?"

"Yes, my father!"

In the prince's mansion, Zhao Zheng leaned against his mother Zhao Ji's arms and whispered to his strange father.

Zhao Zheng's voice is still young, but it is like the sound of nature in Zichu's ears.

"call!"

Zichu closed his eyes and slowly let out a breath to calm his mood.

Now the entire Xianyang City knows that the wife of the Qin State brought back a god.

Even if his father hadn't wanted to be filial, he would have come to see him in person.

That's it, and his adopted mother, Mrs. Huayang, came to see him many times to ask about the immortals.

Everyone in the world wants to find a little bit of wonder from that immortal, but they don’t expect that their legitimate son is so lucky.

Zichu laughed when she thought of this.

"My son is blessed, the promise of immortals is not easy."

Zi Chu stood with his hands behind his back, stretched out one hand and rubbed Zhao Zheng's head and said.

The smile on his face was about to melt.

After all, his legitimate son brought him such a big surprise when he first came back.

The young Zhao Zheng felt the gentle palm on his head. At this moment, he felt a sense of doting from his father for the first time. He was briefly a little lost.

However, Zichu was not lost.

"You and your mother and son have a hard time in Zhao State. This time, you should relieve your heart and relieve your fatigue. If you have something to do, you can ask your retainers."

"promise!"

Zhao Ji smiled and said.

She could naturally see from Zichu that he seemed very satisfied with Zhao Zheng.

“Good rest.”

Zichu smiled, patted Zhao Zheng, who was looking down on his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and then turned around and left.

He still has to deal with the matter of that immortal.

Everyone's eyes gathered here from the king to the common people in Xianyang City.

"Acquaintance of the Immortal Ordinary!"

Zichu sighed and walked out of the room. Sunlight made his figure slender. In Zhao Zheng's eyes, his father seemed to be extremely majestic for a moment.

…………………………………………………………

Half a quarter of an hour later.

In front of the vermilion window, Lu Buwei and Zichu were kneeling against each other on the bed.

Zichu filled the two wine masters, but there was clear water inside the wine master.

When King Zhaoxiang of Qin died, the Qin State prohibited alcohol from drinking, and all the people from all over the country should not drink alcohol from the King of Qin and the common people.

After putting down the wine cup, Zichu was silent for a while and slowly spoke:

"Buwei, how do you think of Mr. Chunqiu?"

"Immortals, ordinary people, can't we discuss?"

Lu Buwei was also full of thoughts. In the past, when Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi met an immortal, he finally ascended to the earth by casting a cauldron.

He only said that it was rumored by the world, after all, there are many things he heard of, just what he has seen and done.

But today, he felt that it might be true.

The ancient Xuanyuan Huangdi might even have ascended to the dragon.

That is ascendance, and many people want to do so.

This time, the immortal descended to earth, who has such a fate?

Can he make any profit in it?

Too many thoughts flashed through Lu Buwei's mind.

Zichu's fingers kept turning the wine master in his hand, as if he was not satisfied with Lu Buwei's reply.

"It's not a good person, and there are so few talents among people. Why do you feel humble?"

"The difference between ordinary immortals is the world of difference. People do not say anything that has not been seen, unknown, and unfamiliar. Those who say this are mediocre people, who are not talented, dare not say this."

Lu Buwei shook his head and said.

He dared to risk the danger of stealing the country and want to be a marquis, just because he knew the power of various countries, knew about the palace affairs of Qin, and knew that kings and princes were also ordinary people.

Knowing that it is possible and daring to do it.

However, the person we are discussing today is no longer a mortal.

That was an immortal like the Queen Mother of the West, the Nine Heavens Xuannv, who assisted the emperor in embarrassment, helped the emperor in difficulties, and even had the secret of long-lasting vision of the sky.

How dare he assert?

"No one knows what an immortal is, just because the world does not see him, and he does not know that only Zhao Zheng has the bondage of immortals and mortals. The young master is the one who knows the most immortals."

Lu Buwei said slowly.

Speaking of Zhao Zheng, Zichu smiled happily.

No matter whose son can get the Ten Promise from the Immortal, his father will be proud of it.

The tiger father is a tiger son, and the tiger son is a tiger father.

After praising Chu for a moment, Lu Buwei raised his head and started talking about the important matter.

"Mr. Yan Chunqiu, I ask the young master why he seeks Yuxian?"

"I?"

Zichu had a lot of thoughts in his heart for a moment.

Seeking for immortality? Seeking for the throne? Or seeking ascension? Go and see the scenery of the fairyland?

Zichu's heart was difficult to decide what he needed the most.

He hesitated.

Lu Buwei smiled, as if he had expected Zichu's reaction.

"Young Master, do you understand?"

"Although I am a young man, I am also a mortal, and I have too much greed for a while."

Zichu shook his head and said.

Those who are ragged in clothes should regard them as noble in heaven and earth. Those who should be greedy for nothing.

Little do we know that the more people get, the more they ask for, and the desires are endless, that's all.

Lu Buwei shook his head, and his eyes showed the wisdom of a powerful minister.

"Although there is too much greed, it is not difficult to make decisions. At this time, the difficulty lies - how sure is the young master to be able to persuade that immortal to come to the young master?"

"I……"

Zichu was stunned for a moment.

Lu Buwei seemed to have known that the young master was unable to make a decision.

"Young Master might as well meet that immortal. Only then can you know what immortals are looking for, and how to seek immortals!"

"I'll leave here."

Zichu drank all the clear water from the wine master and then stood up.

Lu Buwei stood up.

"Young Master, don't worry, this immortal is the immortal of Qin. You should ask Mrs. Huayang to come forward on behalf of the king, and ask the elders of the Duke clan to be the same."

Zichu frowned.

"Don't invite the government or the government?"

Lu Buwei bowed:

"If you don't invite me, one is that there are many people who will disturb the purity of the immortals; the other is that you should decide to become a disciple of the young master, which is the internal affairs."

"If you have the right to be a master and a disciple, you can continue to visit."

Speaking of this, Zichu nodded. There was basically no one seeing that immortal now, only Zhao Zhengwei was the exception.

However, if Zhao Zheng became a disciple of Mr. Chunqiu, his father would also come to visit him.

Lu Buwei continued:
To be continued...
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