"Ying Zheng?"
The carriage was sparkling, and the white peaches were fragrant and wrapped into small pink balls. She asked, "Then I won't call you Zhao Zheng from now on. Will I call you Ying Zheng?"
Ying Zheng was dressed in black and looked calm and condensed, "Anything is fine."
"Ying Zheng."
Baitao said again that the wrap she was wrapped in was really heavy, and her cheeks were pink, and she looked more like a small bun, which was gone after one bite.
Baitao rested her head on Ying Zheng's knees, "Ying Zheng, I miss my brother so much."
"..."
Ying Zheng touched her head. During the period when she fled from Zhao to Qin, she never said she missed her brother once. She would only say that she missed her brother when the crisis was over. She was so sensible and heartbroken, "I will do it in the future." Like your brother, take good care of you."
The girl rubbed her eyes and muttered: "Okay."
The soldiers accompanying the carriage were all old men, and they would not even comb the hair of a little girl.
So she always wore long, thin and soft hair, especially when she was so soft and soft, she became even more obedient.
Ying Zheng stroked her head one after another, and the time passing between his fingers and black hair seemed extremely gentle.
Fan Yuqi, who was ignored in the carriage, had a grass stem in his mouth and left them alone, one big and one small, without saying a word.
Finally, he said, "Are you raising your little wife here?"
Ying Zheng: "..."
The grass stem in Fan Yuqi's mouth twirled, and then he hunched his back and opened the car curtain and went out.
Once his brute bull got out, even the horse pulling the cart could breathe.
Fan Yuqi went out and opened his chest, exhaling and exhaling. After a few puffs of white mist, he rode around to the outside of Zhao Ji's carriage.
It's strange to say that this young man doesn't look like a heartless person, but how could his son be so alienated from his mother?
Zhao Ji was rescued from the snowstorm by the dead soldiers, so she was blessed with great fortune.
This Zhao Zheng, bah, should be called Ying Zheng. Even if he doesn't recognize his ancestor and return to the clan, he has to be called Wang.
This Ying Zheng, the situation was not much better at that time.
When I was at the city gate with that girl, it was like running away from the wilderness, and the result was that the skinny son met the miserable mother.
Fan Yuqi thought it was a reunion between mother and son. Even if he didn't burst into tears, he would still have to cry out like mother and son.
As a result, he thought too much.
It's cold, colder than the ice in the dog days of summer.
It would be better for his mother to spank him three times a day, each time being indifferent, not saying whether it hurts or not. At least it is humane.
Fan Yuqi shivered in the cold wind. It was not because of the cold, but because he had done a good job in escorting this time, and the King of Qin had to give him a big reward. He was excited.
Thinking of this, Fan Yuqi rubbed his fingers, took the reins and walked to the curtain of Zhao Ji's car, "Madam, good luck."
The car curtain moved, and Zhao Ji inside took her jade hand and lifted a corner of the car curtain.
It can be said that what was wasted in Zhao State was only the spirit of this poor woman. Although those days were hard, she did not have to wash, cook or do menial work, so she could not see any hardship.
Her charm as the number one singing girl in HD is still there.
Especially Zhao Ji, who was wearing gold and silver earrings, luxurious clothes, and lipstick on her mouth, was even more beautiful. Zhao Ji's eyes flashed, "General Fan, you have done a great job in escorting our mother and son."
Hey, a big change.
This way is also very easy.
Fan Yuqi was delighted: "I don't dare to take the matter of classifying generals at the end."
Zhao Ji said nothing and let go.
The car curtains swung down, blocking out the rich fragrance of powder.
The honor guard returning home continued to drive towards Xianyang Palace. Baitao, who was in the carriage in front, was sleeping soundly on Ying Zheng's lap.
Ying Zheng tapped the tip of her nose and said, "Taotao, it's coming."
Baitao woke up and pulled his sleeve to wipe a little saliva from the corner of his mouth.
Ying Zheng: "Do you still remember what I told you?"
"I know, I've said it seven or eight times, can I not remember it?"
Baitao felt that his long-winded manner was comparable to that of his brother.
At this moment, the swaying carriage suddenly stopped, and a eunuch shouted outside in a long and pointed tone, "Mrs. Zhao and Wang Zizheng pay homage to King Qin——"
So fast?
Baitao patted the cake crumbs on her skirt. She didn't need to lower her head in this carriage, she could just step on it.
Ying Zheng will be a prince when he returns to the Qin Kingdom. Since ancient times, there has been a tradition of setting up a governor, and he may still be a prince. Now his status is extremely valuable, and logically he cannot bring her down.
But underneath is a human stool, even if the human stool is hunched over and Baitao's short legs can't reach it.
She was about to jump off the carriage neatly.
Ying Zheng sighed and hugged her down with his long arms, thinking that she really couldn't leave him.
Baitao felt that it didn't matter if he carried her or jumped off her body, but when her feet landed, she realized that there was a row of gorgeous clothes standing in front of her.
The vast number of Qin people include men and women, old and young.
The color of the sky is as thin as a piece of paper. They are wearing the heaviest clothes and standing under the palace gate of the Qin Palace. On the thick soil, even the corners of their eyes are filled with countless curiosity, pickiness and scrutiny.
"Is this the king's wife? Is He Zheng'er back?"
The surrounded King of Qin, who was wearing a crown, was the first to speak. His voice did not have the majesty of a king, but was filled with longing and urgency.
"Your Majesty!"
Zhao Ji's cry was as gentle as a delicate oriole. She ignored the surrounding eyes and the shackles of the world, and was as warm and hot as the poplar forest.
She rushed over and hugged King Qin tightly, "Your Majesty, I miss you so much."
King Qin also cried: "Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji, my Zhao Ji, you have suffered."
Baitao, who was led by Ying Zheng, witnessed everything and smelled the fragrance of her daughter's house in the wind. She sneezed slightly and looked at King Qin and Mrs. Zhao Ji who had reunited after a long separation with her big eyes.
The King of Qin's name is Ying Zichu, he is in his thirties, and he looks...
Baitao compared it with Ying Zheng in his mind.
She glanced sideways at Ying Zheng, who was as silent as the background, and realized that this father didn't look like her son at all. He didn't even look like his son, even in temperament.
"Your Majesty, woo woo woo..."
"Ma'am, you are suffering."
King Qin Ying Zichu was still holding Zhao Ji's sad heart, completely ignoring the expressions of Queen Mother Huayang, Mrs. Han, and several ministers around him.
His temperament is relatively weak, as if he is being propped up with a stick. If he is not propped up like this, he may collapse immediately.
And it looked like he didn't have long to live, maybe not even a year, which was even worse than Zhao Ji who could live for several years in his arms.
Baitao blinked.
Then he saw an aristocratic woman standing next to Ying Zichu. This woman had been staring coldly at Zhao Ji and Ying Zichu who were hugging each other.
This woman's background is not small. Baitao once heard Fan Yuqi and Ying Zheng talk about her.
This is the powerful Queen Mother Huayang of the Qin State.
Behind the Queen Mother Huayang was the Chu State, a faction of the Chu State stationed in the Qin State. The Queen Mother Huayang was the mother of Ying Zichu and the direct grandmother of Ying Zheng.
Because national filial piety is not over yet.
She styled her hair in a high bun, inserted a few white pearls, and only wore a pair of peacock earrings on her ears. But with such a simple embellishment, she showed an unattainable dignity.
Compared to Zhao Ji who was still crying while holding King Qin in her arms, I don't know how many times better.
"enough!"
Empress Dowager Huayang couldn't bear it any longer and scolded King Qin and Ji Zhao who were hugging each other, "This is the royal family, not a singing and dancing studio. How can we cry and sing appropriately?"
As soon as he said these words, it was like a slap on Zhao Ji's face, causing burning pain.
The middle-aged man next to him had a kind face, and even his eye lines showed that he was approachable.
He was Lu Buwei, Prime Minister of Lu. He stood up and tried to smooth things over and said, "Haha, Queen Mother, please calm down. Your Majesty and Madam are a couple in trouble. It is understandable that we are reunited after such a long separation."
With that said, Lu Buwei winked at Ying Zichu, who was still crying. It can be said that without Lu Buwei who spent all his money to rescue Ying Zichu from the Zhao Kingdom, how could Chu Zichu be the king and dominate today.
Ying Zichu understood immediately and respectfully admitted his mistake to the Queen Mother Huayang, "Mother, please calm down. It's my son who lost his sense of proportion."
Empress Dowager Huayang straightened her sleeves and said, "Since Zichu knows what's appropriate, don't mess around."
"Yes, I will obey my mother's teachings."
"Um."
The Queen Mother Huayang was satisfied with her son's obedience.
She glanced at the petty Zhao Ji, then looked at the Prime Minister Lu Buwei, and said with a hint of sharpness and grace, "Prime Minister Lu, why don't you get your act together?"
"Yes! Queen Mother."
Lu Buwei cupped his hands.
Lu Buwei is a businessman, he doesn't have much airs and is smooth all over.
He had already seen the young boy and girl not far away who had not come over.
Facing the daylight, he smiled and waved, "Is this Wang Zizheng? Why don't you come over and meet the Queen Mother and the King?"
Ying Zheng had a sullen face and brought Baitao to meet Li, "My son, I have met my father and my grandmother."
Ying Zichu saw that his eldest son was so upright and extraordinary. He looked him up and down, and happily stretched out his hand to help him up, "My son..."
"Wait a minute -" Mrs. Huayang raised her hand and stopped, "Raise your head."
Ying Zheng raised his head.
Baitao was still acting as a decoration next to Ying Zheng, but suddenly he raised his head when he heard this somewhat fierce woman say something.
She thought to herself that she couldn't explain it clearly, and she didn't name anyone when asked to raise her head, and she didn't know which one was being asked to raise her head.
never mind.
Regardless, Baitao also raised his head.
Mrs. Huayang's demeanor seemed to have been measured with a ruler. She walked over step by step.
Stopping in front of them, the skirt behind her made a rustling sound on the white jade floor.
This is the first time that the powerful Queen Mother Huayang will speak to Ying Zheng, the son of King Qin who is living in HD. Her attitude represents the attitude of the deceased King Qin Xiaowen, and also represents the attitude of the entire Qin State.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated.
"good."
Queen Mother Huayang spoke.
This was good enough to make some people feel relieved, and it made others feel excited.
But they didn't expect that the situation would change in an instant. When everyone saw the eyes of Queen Mother Huayang carefully, they were collectively stunned.
Baitao, who was looking at the fierce woman, was also confused, thinking why she kept looking at me, did she have any bad intentions towards me?
Empress Dowager Huayang was looking at Baitao, her eyes sharp, as if she wanted to cut her open and take a closer look, "With this face, the daughter of destiny will be extremely valuable in the future."
The daughter of destiny, how precious is she?
Everyone looked at Baitao in unison.
With her pink face, peach cheeks and apricot eyes, especially her innocent and soft look, there is no need to guess that she will definitely be a gorgeous beauty in the future.
But is now the time to look at faces?
"Queen Mother, this..."
Ying Zichu couldn't help but come forward, so Lu Buwei hurried over to save the situation. He said respectfully, "Queen Mother, next to you is your grandson. Ying Zheng, can you see...?"
"Ying Zheng."
Queen Mother Huayang's face may not be very cold, but she does look as calm as water. She said, "You are too stubborn, too ambitious, and unruly. What's the point?"
It seemed like there was another "pop", and another slap came out hard.
Heavy, painful.
Zhao Ji's face turned pale, and Ying Zichu's face couldn't stand up either.
Mrs. Han who was standing by could not hide the gloating on her face. She held Ying Zichu's second son, Cheng Jiao, and glanced down at her son. Cheng Jiao was still yawning insignificantly.
The Chu family relatives, that is, Mrs. Huayang's group, are all enjoying themselves secretly, as if they are a villain.
Only Lu Buwei could hide his expression among those present.
And Ying Zheng.
Xu Shi had been humiliated a lot, which didn't hurt him. Even when the Queen Mother Huayang left in a grand manner, Ying Zheng's etiquette could not be faulted. Compared with this group of people, he looked more like It's an undercurrent.
Turbulent undercurrent.
As soon as Mrs. Huayang left, even the oppressive feeling in the air lessened. Ying Zichu quickly helped his son up and said, "Zheng'er, I was wronged in Zhao Kingdom."
"Thank you, Father"
Ying Zheng stood up with Baitao, his tone could not be called warm or cold.
Ying Zichu had long noticed that there was a pink-haired girl next to his eldest son. He couldn't ask about it just now, but now he asked, "This is..."
Baitao immediately took out the words used by Ying Zhengjiao before, with wet eyes, and said in a soft tone: "Your Majesty, maybe you don't remember, my brother is from Qin. When he was doing business in Zhao State, he rode a carriage in the snow. Later, I received your rescue. My brother cannot find you, so I will repay Ying Zheng more."
"Now he knows a lot, he knows the art of war and swordsmanship. It's just that my brother escaped to help Ying Zheng. Now he doesn't know whether he will live or die. Wuwuwu..."
Baitao squeezed out a few tears. As she cried, she felt sad that her brother was not here anymore. She had to learn to lie. She hugged Ying Zheng and cried loudly, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
Ying Zheng pursed his lips and patted her on the back without saying a word.
Is there such a thing as being rescued when a carriage rolls over?
Ying Zichu looked a little confused, he really couldn't remember.
But I don’t want to think back to the days when I was living under someone else’s roof in the State of Zhao. During those days, every page I took out and turned was painful.
Seeing the girl crying so sadly, he was a little at a loss, "Don't cry. Since your brother is alive and dead in order to save Zheng'er, he is also a warrior of the Qin State. Seeing that you and Zheng'er shared hardships in the Zhao State, we have a deep friendship. From now on, You will live in Xianyang Palace and enjoy the status of a princess."
It just so happened that he didn't have a daughter either. Seeing how lovable this girl was, he felt quite soft-hearted and cherished her.
Furthermore, this is the daughter of destiny that the Empress Dowager Huayang said. No matter what the purpose is, he is also giving the Empress Dowager Huayang face.
This move touched Ying Zheng's heart. He thanked him and said, "Thank you, father!"
Baitao felt the hand he was patting on her back hit her lower back. She stopped crying and burped softly, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
