Historians travel through the Qin Dynasty

"In the past, it was all the fault of the common people...... It's all the fault of the people, you are the king of a country, why bother to deal with our ......

".

The old woman cried out in mourning, and the hysterical sound was enough to stir the hearts of compassion.

Ying Zheng walked back to the high platform, "In the past, when you wanted to force the widow to death, you should also think of today!".

Leaving the words, Ying Zheng slowly pushed open the door of the main hall and walked in.

Leaving the minister to look at each other outside the door.

The right minister groaned slightly, looked at the sky again, and muttered: "It's almost noon......

".

Deathly silence.

Li Si sighed imperceptibly, turned around and glanced at me, I would care, and led this group of people to the execution ground.

"Sir, please save the people...... We are innocent!!

".

When I got to the execution ground, they cried and begged me.

How could I have said yes so easily?

At the very least, we have to find out what they have done, whether it is worth my help.

The execution will not be carried out until tomorrow, and everything is still in time.

At night, I slipped into Yingzheng's dormitory, gently put my hand on his forehead, and quietly probed into the memories in the depths of his mind.

It was a bitterly cold night, and the goose feather snow drifted in the air with the wind, and the snow reflected the night in the light of the moon, reflecting the night a faint gray-purple.

In the house, Xiao Yingzheng was held in Zhao Ji's arms, Zhao Ji was dressed thinly, but the child in her arms was wearing a cloak that looked a little old.

When I saw Xiao Yingzheng, I suddenly realized that Fusu and Yingzheng were so similar, but there were obvious differences: Xiao Yingzheng was curled up in Zhao Ji's arms, looking very well-behaved, while Fusu was ...... In addition to sleeping, whether it is sick or whatever, it is very naughty.

I remember the last time Fusu caught a cold, I was holding him well, but hugging him, I suddenly felt wrong, looked down, good guy, this kid is blowing his nose with my sleeve. What's even more annoying is that he still looked at me and laughed "hehe".

"Mother, when will I have medicine to drink......" Xiao Yingzheng's voice was glutinous and nasal.

"Zheng'er is good, someone will send it after a while...... It's almost ...... It's almost ......

".

Sure enough, it didn't take long for someone to knock on the door.

Zhao Ji hurriedly ran over to open the door, and behind the door was the old woman who was crying and roaring loudly after Ying Zheng spoke just now.

Zhao Ji hurriedly took the medicine, and just as she was about to get it, the old woman suddenly took the medicine behind her, "Where's the money?

Zhao Ji bit her lip, took out her jewelry, and reluctantly handed it to the woman.

When the old woman saw it, she was very happy, and her eyes were shining with joy, but out of greed, she still said to Zhao Ji disdainfully, "You want to take medicine for this little thing?"

But in fact, those jewelry are real money.

"It's gone...... It's really gone...... I beg you to be magnanimous......

".

"Okay, if you kneel for me, I can still think about it. The old woman raised her head and stared at Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji lowered her eyes, clenched her sleeves, and resolutely knelt in the snow.

After a while, the woman was satisfied, and became proud, and then slowly spoke: "Get up, see that you are pitiful, and the medicine will reward you." In the words, there is arrogance that comes from nowhere.

She threw the medicine to the ground, and Zhao Ji quickly picked it up like a treasure, and before she had time to pat the snow on her body, she turned around and went back.

Inside the house, Xiao Yingzheng looked at the snow hanging on Zhao Ji's skirt and lowered his eyes, he knew what was happening.

"Everything will be fine...... Zhao Ji held Xiao Yingzheng's face and smiled kindly, "Remember, there will always be three or more solutions to everything, mother go to decoction, can you stay here obediently?"

Turning his back on Yingzheng, Zhao Ji fell into tears.

With a slight wave of his hand, it was a different picture.