In Nuo Da's meeting hall, I don't know when there were only two people left, a man and a woman.
Mi Bazi didn't think that under the current situation, there was anything that could stop the other party's wishes. Is it my own attitude? Although she did not cater to him, she never refused... She could sense King Zhao's charming thoughts. From the moment she entered the palace, she could feel the unscrupulous fiery eyes and the heavy breathing he exhaled as he approached. The breath seemed to be longing for something.
She didn't understand why he stopped what he was supposed to do and just let nature take its course...
From the moment Mi Bazi decided to enter Zhao Palace, she had already regarded herself as a bargaining chip in this power game, and she was mentally prepared for what might happen next.
Perhaps some fanciful scenes will spread among the people in the future, and unofficial history may also record some indecent topics such as "King Zhao forced his wife to marry Princess Qin".
But after all, they are chasing the wind and chasing shadows. Is there anyone who can prove it? Mi Bazi didn't think that these funeral events could affect King Zhao's current desires, just like she never cared about the feelings of the lower class.
In an instant, countless complex emotions surged through Mi Bazi's mind, including confusion, unwillingness, and intense humiliation!
A trace of shame and anger appeared on her face for a moment, and then turned into self-deprecation.
Also... in the eyes of ordinary princes and clans, her proud appearance and noble status may seem rare; but in the eyes of the most powerful people in the world, what is the difference between herself and ordinary women? Woolen cloth. And the lowly pandering she just did, perhaps in the eyes of King Zhao, she was just a despicable and lustful woman.
...Zhao Yong raised his glass to drink water, but he didn't know that Mi Bazi thought of so many weird things in just a short moment. Anyway, he almost failed to suppress his righteousness and swallowed the tempting fruit whole.
The hem of the robe is still standing still.
I think Mi Bazi's appearance can be called beautiful, and if the well-informed Zhao Yong can be so attracted, his posture must be outstanding. Although she is older than girls such as Ji Yao and Yao Lan, in this era when women can get married at the age of fourteen or fifteen, Mi Bazi is just in her early thirties. Although she has given birth to children, her life in the palace has always been rich and well-fed. , well maintained, and you can see that the figure is not out of shape at all.
The last time they saw each other in the Greenhouse Hall, they were far apart and there were many concubines present, so Zhao Yong was too embarrassed to keep staring at Mrs. Mi.
But just now the two of them faced each other, Zhao Yong could even clearly see Mi Bazi's fluttering eyelashes and feel the special fragrance exuding from her body. Her face seemed to have been specially painted with light makeup, indigo and white eyebrows, and jade-white hair. The skin is still vaguely shiny, and now I think it must be from the rice powder (grinded with rice mixed with spices). The hair is black and tied into a high bun. The forehead is slightly full and very smooth. A pair of almond eyes are very charming. When the two look at each other, It seems to have a graceful classical poetry, especially the rouge lips under the well-proportioned oval face.
Thinking of those soft red lips just now, he almost didn't kiss them.
Putting down the wine glass in his hand, Zhao Yong calmed down and turned to look at the other party. He saw that the bamboo slip in Mrs. Mi's hand had not been opened, but those passionate almond eyes...had a trace of sadness.
Mi Bazi observed Zhao Yong and said in a faint tone: "Can't I please the king?"
Zhao Yong was stunned, and suddenly felt her great grievance, and then hurriedly said: "Madam's style is still the same, and everyone is fascinated by her."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a 'clang'.
It turned out that Mrs. Mi heard this and the bamboo slips in her hand slipped a few times. The sound of wood clashing was particularly noticeable in the empty hall.
She suddenly stood up, took two steps forward, looked directly at Zhao Yong, and said with a trembling tone: "Then why is the king above..."
Zhao Yong was speechless for a moment. Does this need a reason?
Mi Bazi kept her eyes on Zhao Yong's face. Suddenly, she might have thought that King Zhao had some special request.
Yin Ya bit her red lips, and after a moment of hesitation, she actually put her slender fingers on the belt of her outer robe, and then with Zhao Yong's stunned look on his face, the elegant purple moiré robe fell to the wooden board.
What is this doing? Zhao Yong seemed to hear a buzzing sound in his mind, and his mind went blank for an instant.
The evil fire that had been suppressed with difficulty suddenly rushed straight to his forehead.
Mrs. Mi's fingers were tightly clenching the corners of her clothes, her fingertips were trembling slightly, and her dignified and beautiful face was white and red.
After staying there for a while, Zhao Yong suddenly understood what Mi Bazi meant. Perhaps she thought that she wanted to humiliate her by not letting their mother and son return to Qin. She regarded herself as Zhao Yong's trophy, or a bargaining chip in exchange...
Zhao Yong may have had that idea in his heart, and he almost put it into reality, but compared to the short-term pleasure, he hopes to get long-term benefits, or maybe now is not the time. Mi Bazi mother and son undoubtedly play a greater role, just like the beautiful Queen Yan Bo Ying. If he wanted to bully the other party, he would have taken action long ago, why wait until now.
But thinking about the other party's identity and future plans, Zhao Yong had to make her feel that she was not abandoned.
So Zhao Yong got up with some difficulty and walked towards the other party inconveniently. Mi Bazi looked at his strange robe, her cheeks flushed. She was not an inexperienced young lady, so she naturally knew what it meant.
Zhao Yong walked up to her, picked up the moiré robe on the ground, and put it on for her himself. He stretched his hands to her back and held her in his arms. The two of them were in a hugging position, with their front bodies pressed tightly against each other. Both of them could detect slight changes in the other's body, even body temperature and smell.
Mi Bazi huddled in his arms, her body trembling.
When she made the next move, the other party had already gently closed her clothes.
Mi Bazi's complex expression was mixed with confusion. Didn't he show enough initiative?
She stared at the determined young King Zhao in front of her, "Your Majesty, you don't want a concubine?"
Under her bun, her jade-white ears were exposed a little. Zhao Yong put his mouth close to her ears and said nicely: "I can't do that today, otherwise it won't be clear. Madam will definitely be identified as Insult.”
"Gene Era"
The purpose of Zhao Yong's doing this was to let her understand that there was actually another reason for being declined today.
Mi Bazi still seemed to be confused. She leaned against Zhao Yong and continued to exhale and said: "Why should your Majesty pay attention to what others say."
Zhao Yong couldn't bear it anymore with such a delicate and beautiful woman.
He gently let go of the other party and said softly: "I care."
