Fifteen-year-old Ying Che was kneeling on the ice of Handan Proton Mansion. The tip of Zhao Ping's bronze whip cracked the linen clothes on his back, and snow water mixed with blood seeped into the cracks of the blue bricks.
"Does Qin's proton deserve to cry out for pain?" Zhao Ping kicked over the leftover soup in front of him, "Tomorrow I will ask King Zhao for an order to make you into lamp oil——"
Ying Che wiped the blood from his face and suddenly laughed.
In his previous life, he was the first emperor who conquered Liuhe. How could he not remember this day?
Zhao Ping is going to Chunxiang Tower to find a new love tonight, and the guards of the Proton Mansion will be free for half a moment; he even remembers that a caravan will cross Zhangshui in three days, and he disguises himself as a salesman, with a false secret in his arms that "General Zhao will attack Yan"...
"Master Zhao." He raised his head with red eyes, "You said lamp oil, but I remember that on the day the Zhao Kingdom fell, you were kneeling on the streets of Xianyang as a slave, begging me for food."
