Faced with this situation, naturally no one said anything. The chamberlains and palace maids bowed to the old eunuch and then went about their work. No one was too talkative.
Zhang Ji and the old eunuch Ling chatted while walking and avoided this topic.
The old eunuch Ling meaningfully lamented Zhang Ji's good fortune. When he first entered the Qin State, he saved the lives of Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji. Favor.
"Tao Zhu is boating on the five lakes, and the branches are stained with blood."
The old eunuch lowered his head and spoke softly in a low voice.
Hearing this, Zhang Ji took a deep look at Huan Zhe Ling, only to see that the old Huan Zhe Ling had already raised his head and was greeting several chamberlains and maids in Zhao Ji's palace, with a smile on his face and a wrinkled face. Shang also squeezed out a lot of wrinkles because of his smile, as if someone else had just spoken.
Zhang Ji didn't say anything, shook his head and smiled.
Zhulu is the sword that King Gou Jian of Yue gave to Wen Zhong, the most outstanding counselor during the period of conquering Wu and helping Gou Jian dominate.
Tao Zhu, on the other hand, refers to Fan Li, who retired in time to sail around the world and changed his name to Tao Zhugong.
Although the two of them died together, they could not escape the fate of being feared for their great achievements. Even if Fan Li escaped with his life, he would have to hide in Tibet and lose his glory and wealth.
The old eunuch's order was reminding him to temper his temper a little. If you make meritorious service too quickly, you will not be able to be sealed in the future, and you will inevitably have to end up like Wen Zhong and Fan Li.
Seeing that Zhang Ji didn't seem to take it seriously, the old eunuch didn't say much, and turned around and left after sending Zhang Ji to the door of Zhao Ji's dormitory.
He has served four generations of Qin kings, and he also knew that the biggest contradiction and conflict between the late King Zhaoxiang and Bai Qi was that there was no title and no reward.
Although he was loyal to the previous kings of Qin, he couldn't bear to see Zhang Ji's fate of being cooked to death. After all, this was a rare person who would respect eunuchs like him.
Good words can't persuade a damned person to die, but great mercy will destroy others.
He is only responsible for giving advice. Whether Zhang Ji listens or not, whether Ying Zheng is a ruthless emperor or not, it has nothing to do with him. At this age, he only has a few years left to live, and he will never see that day.
Zhang Ji slowly watched the old eunuch's hunched back as he left. Under the leadership of two palace ladies, he stepped into this majestic palace and walked step by step towards the side hall where Zhao Ji lived.
After crossing one door after another, Zhang Ji finally arrived at Zhao Ji's side hall.
This side hall is splendid and resplendent, with a high-profile and luxurious layout. The main color is red, which is bright and bright, charming and enchanting, but it does not lose its grace and nobility.
The two palace maids wisely exited the side hall, closed the palace door at the same time, stepped through the palace doors and guarded the outermost gate, instructing other chamberlains and palace maids not to disturb Zhao Ji.
Zhang Ji, who stayed in the side hall, raised his head slightly and saw that graceful figure.
It was a red bed, the four corners of the bed were decorated with gold, and the top brackets were dotted with pearls and jade, and these brackets held up the red gauze curtain.
Through a layer of red gauze curtain, Zhang Ji could see the vague and graceful body. Although only a rough outline of the exquisite body could be seen clearly, the scene that made people think about it was even more deadly. .
"Who is coming?"
Zhao Ji's lazy voice came from inside the red gauze tent. It didn't sound like she was very welcoming to Zhang Ji, but the voice was mixed with unstoppable excitement and excitement.
The corners of Zhang Ji's mouth curled up slightly, did this girl want to play role-playing?
Since Zhao Ji wanted to play, he didn't mind having fun with Zhao Ji, it just depended on who could lose his temper first.
"My dear minister, Zhang Ji, is here to clear away heat and detoxify the Queen Mother."
Zhang Ji bowed respectfully.
There was silence for a moment in the red gauze tent. The graceful figure who was half-lying suddenly sat up, stretched out a pair of white and slender jade feet, wrapped in a pair of red gauze socks, and landed on a high table: "Then sir, please start clearing away heat and detoxifying me."
Upon hearing Zhao Ji's invitation, Zhang Ji didn't show any pretense. He immediately stepped forward and held Zhao Ji's delicate feet.
Zhao Ji's feet were very soft and soft, and the skin on the soles of her feet had no rough or hard parts, as if they were carved from jade.
Seeing Zhang Ji getting closer and closer, Zhao Ji's wonderful mood made her sway her feet like a girl. Her delicate toes were white and red, and her fingernails were smeared with red nail polish, like ten diamonds placed on a jade plate. The red grapes, paired with the pair of red gauze socks, look particularly charming, making people want to take a sip of the sweet and cold red grapes.
"I heard that King Wu of the Zhou Dynasty hired the famous doctor Cheng Zhongzi to diagnose and treat him. Cheng Zhongzi once said, 'Taste the excrement and ask about the disease.' I wonder if you can 'taste the excrement and ask about the disease' to judge my condition?"
Although Zhao Ji's expression could not be observed through the red gauze curtain, Zhang Ji heard dissatisfaction and amusement in Zhao Ji's voice.
Obviously, Zhao Ji was very dissatisfied with the fact that Zhang Ji left so irresponsibly after arousing the flames in her heart yesterday, especially since Zhang Ji was delayed for so long on his way to Ganquan Palace today. .
Since Zhang Ji was perfunctory, Zhao Ji planned to teach him a lesson.
"Queen Mother...this...is inappropriate."
Zhang Ji naturally understood that Zhao Ji wanted to tease him, but he would not show it. Instead, he deliberately looked embarrassed and let Zhao Ji vent his dissatisfaction.
"Could it be that sir doesn't know how to do it? That gentleman is pretending to be a famous doctor and deceiving the emperor. He should be dragged out and quartered!"
Zhao Ji's voice was a bit sharp, but the sharp voice was inevitably filled with a bit of ridicule and pleasure because she saw Zhang Ji's troubled look.
She liked to see Zhang Ji at a loss, just like Zhang Ji who was stunned by being kissed yesterday. This gave her a sense of pleasure and accomplishment in controlling and conquering.
"Xiaochen...Xiaochen..."
Zhang Ji lay prone on the ground, pretending to be frightened by the Queen Mother, and couldn't even speak clearly.
"The carcasses were divided by five horses, so I can try to find out what's wrong with me. I hope that you, sir, can make a decision when I count to three."
Zhao Ji stretched out one of her fair-skinned hands out of the red gauze curtain, stretched out a slender index finger, and a soft voice came from the red gauze curtain.
"three!"
Just when Zhang Ji was still showing that he was thinking about the intercourse between heaven and man, Zhao Ji's behavior of not following the routine made Zhang Ji tremble, and he quickly knelt down in front of Zhao Ji in "horror" and lowered his head. He bowed his head and asked about Zhao Ji's illness.
As a time traveler from later generations, I actually don’t have that many taboos about this kind of thing.
Even if some people were replaced, they might still rush to get in.
Zhang Ji is neither interested nor disgusted with such things, but at least under normal circumstances, he will not take the initiative to do such things.
But who would have thought that the woman in front of him was Zhao Ji, the Queen Mother of the Qin State, the most honorable and noble woman in the Qin State. Therefore, just like what Zhao Ji said yesterday, it is only Zhao Ji's role to play with him, not his role to resist.
At least for now.
But a real man can bend and stretch, two hours to the east of the river, two hours to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty!
Let’s see who begs whom for mercy two hours later!
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