"The ice muscles and jade bones are clear and sweatless, and the wind from the water palace is full of fragrance.
The moon peeks out from under the embroidered curtain, leaning against the pillow and hairpin, clouds and messy hair on the temples. "
Zhang Ji gently brushed Zhao Ji's jade back, which was smoother than silk. The smooth and soft touch made people fall in love with her.
Looking at the already dim sky, the morning glow in the distance has quietly climbed into the sky, and the orange-red light dyed the sky red.
This is a sign that the sun is about to rise, but for some reason, Zhang Ji couldn't help but think of the girl called "Dongjun" when he saw the orange-red morning glow. Feiyan's ordinary clothes were a pair of The dark blue off-the-shoulder dress with orange-red sleeves, the graceful figure and the dignified, elegant, noble and reserved temperament...
"Well, my little enemy, I really can't afford it."
I don't know whether it was Zhang Ji thinking of Fei Yan, or because of the man's morning wake-up call. Zhao Ji, who was sleeping soundly in Zhang Ji's arms, seemed to have noticed something and let out a few sleepy moans.
I saw a few tear stains hanging on the rosy cheeks, and the red eye shadow was only a blur. It must have been wet by tears, but the charming color became stronger and stronger.
However, Zhang Ji could no longer fight back to the battlefield.
It wasn't that he was determined to kill the enemy but couldn't raise his troops, but that Zhang Ji had to get up.
This was the first time that he stayed overnight in Ganquan Palace and stayed until morning. This was something he would never dare to imagine on a normal day.
But this time the overnight stay was approved by Ying Zheng.
Zhao Ji was worried that something might happen to his hand, and it would be inconvenient and time-consuming for the doctor to come and go. Although imperial doctors can be sent to Zhang Ji's residence for full-day care, those truly famous doctors, such as Yang Qing, the son of the leader of the Fang Ji family, and Xia Wuchie, a medical doctor, even Ying Zheng cannot mobilize them so easily. I went to take care of the machine.
Therefore, it is most appropriate to stay in the palace.
As for why it was not Ying Zheng's Liuying Palace but Ganquan Palace, Zhao Ji's reason was that if Ying Zheng and Zhang Ji were allowed to live in the same palace, Ying Zheng would never let Zhang Ji have a good rest, but would drag Zhang Ji all night Discussing military and political strategies, where can Zhang Ji rest well?
In response, Ying Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. He responded to Zhang Ji's "asking for help" look with a helpless and self-seeking bitter smile, and then allowed Zhao Ji to pull Zhang Ji back to Ganquan Palace.
Otherwise, apart from the fact that he was exhausted last time, Zhang Ji wouldn't dare to really spend the night even if he had the guts to do so.
Because of this, Zhao Ji once again experienced what it was like to go from night to day, but the pain and joy made women like Zhao Ji shout "I'm sorry" in her sleep.
She bit her lip gently, and two alluring peach blossoms appeared on her cheeks, making Zhao Ji, who was already extremely charming, even more charming.
Women's duplicity always seems inevitable.
She said she was sorry, but Zhao Ji kept holding Zhang Ji's arm. The proud snow-capped mountains stood slightly, rising and falling with her even breathing. The slender jade legs protruding from under the black and red phoenix robe also clamped Zhang Ji's legs.
Snapped!
"Queen Mother, when you wake up, don't pretend to be asleep again."
Zhang Ji slapped Zhao Ji on her buttocks to avenge the beating last night.
Zhao Ji rolled her eyes at Zhang Ji with some resentment, her long eyelashes swaying slightly, revealing a pair of starry eyes with a blurred color.
She snorted and said angrily: "I'm not your little enemy, but now my backache...it's all your fault!"
"call."
Zhao Ji scolded her and stretched out her beautiful body.
The already slender and delicate body was revealed as Zhao Ji's arms were arched back, revealing her almost perfect figure. Dressed in a formal and conservative black and red phoenix robe, it left people with endless reverie.
Only the little stains on the black and red phoenix robe seemed to have some flaws, but for Zhang Ji, they were even more exciting.
Zhao Ji rubbed her still hazy eyes, lay lazily on Zhang Ji, and gently traced Zhang Ji's chest with her fingertips dotted with bright red, as if she hadn't woken up from her dream yet. With a hint of charm: "Why, you started calling me Queen Mother again?"
Zhang Ji chuckled twice, pinched Zhao Ji's cheek, and teased.
"My sons and daughters have been shouting all night long, 'Mother is great,' 'Mother, please slow down,' and 'Mother, no more'..." Zhang Ji saw a flash of red clouds flash across Zhao Ji's face, and whispered in Zhao Ji's ear. He said, "If the Queen still feels dissatisfied, how about changing it to 'Mother, please forgive me' tonight?"
Zhang Ji's low shouts next to Zhao Ji's ears made Zhao Ji feel a little hot in her heart, and she had the urge to be a high-ranking foster mother again, but Zhang Ji did not give her this chance.
"Mother, my sons and ministers have given everything they have. In the morning, the king should still hold a court meeting about how to deal with Lao Ai and his personal administration. You can be absent, but I can't."
Although Zhang Ji left early last night and did not have time to ask Luo Sheng, Zhang Ji was convinced that with Ying Zheng's vigorous and vigorous methods and strong energy, these matters would definitely be mentioned at the court meeting this morning.
Needless to say, the outcome of Lao Ai's death was that Lao Ai's car broke apart in history and died. Lao Ai's life in this world will only enjoy the pain that is worse than death.
As for Ying Zheng's pro-government matter, if Ying Zheng cannot even complete this matter after he leaves, then he is no longer Ying Zheng.
In the original plan, there was no support from Zhao Ji.
And after receiving the support of Zhao Ji, Ying Zheng, who filled the last vacant righteous position, received the support of the military, the support of the Chu clan, and the support of the old Qin gentry, combined with the support of the elderly Zong Zhengling Ying Mu. , whether it is from a legal or patriarchal perspective, he is legitimately in charge.
Even after Zhang Ji left, Lu Buwei also formally stood up and respectfully asked Ying Zheng to "perform the crown ceremony and support the country's administration."
Zhang Ji put on the black clothes from yesterday, turned his inner strength into strong wind, and dispersed the breath of heather on his body, and walked towards Xianyang Palace.
Coincidentally, Zhang Ji happened to meet Ying Zheng and Gai Nie on the road who were also preparing to go to Xianyang Palace.
Looking at Zhang Ji who looked tired, Ying Zheng, who had also been up all night, showed a smile that was indeed true.
"My brother must have been tortured by his mother all night, right?"
Zhang Ji was stunned on the spot, looking at Ying Zheng in surprise, feeling a little stunned in his heart.
Not only was he not used to Ying Zheng calling him "brother", but he was also shocked by Ying Zheng's words with strong ambiguity.
Ying Zheng ignored Zhang Ji's surprise and raised his head slightly to look at the bright red morning glow with a look of reminiscence on his face.
"When I was young in Zhaodu HD, if I got into a fight with those children who resented our mother and son and hurt myself, my mother would scold Zheng like this all night long. It seems that my brother would be unavoidable as well." Ying Zheng said in a straight voice. Turning around, he chuckled and patted Zhang Ji's shoulder, "But brother, don't mind the mother's nagging. This proves that the mother really treats her brother as her own child."
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