Baitao breathed a sigh of relief when he walked out of the Huayang Queen Mother's Palace.
Fan Yuqi, a carefree and rough man before, had a vague evaluation of the Queen Mother Huayang.
"At first glance, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp."
One can imagine how powerful the Queen Mother Huayang is.
She didn't know if the praise she had just given her so loudly about Brother Zheng had any effect.
You can't tell if you're unhappy, but you can't tell if you're unhappy.
Mortals are really difficult to understand, especially experienced mortals.
Baitao scratched her hair in distress and looked up at the sea of stars in the sky.
She watched them draw golden arcs of light in the blue night sky, and suddenly saw the dim shadows of candles on the wall of the palace, and in the dim light stood people holding wind lanterns.
Extremely familiar.
Baitao's heart skipped a beat.
Then she smiled and jumped over with her lonely shadow, "Brother Zheng!"
Ying Zheng stood under the palace wall, with the moonlight covering his back, looking cold and icy.
The moment the girl threw herself on him, everything melted away. He lowered his head and said, "Grandma didn't do anything to you, right?"
Baitao's eyes were crooked, "No, I just didn't expect you to pick me up. I feel a little happy."
"real?"
"I really didn't lie to you. I even said a lot of good things about you to the Queen Mother,"
Baitao held his hand, her voice soft and warm. It seems that misty rain like three springs is brewing, softly falling on people's faces.
"I also told the Queen Mother about what happened to you in the snowy mountains. She asked me if it was true or false, and I said of course it was true. I also said that you value love and justice."
Ying Zheng felt enlightened.
Do you value love and justice?
The girl in front was still chattering: "I told you that you are very skilled and have a very smart mind. To the Queen Mother, I will keep praising you..."
Ying Zheng's cold eye sockets and lips were hidden in the darkness, but his thoughts were filled with the scene in Zhao Ji's palace.
"Snapped!"
Zhao Ji waved her hand and gave him a slap. It was the same hands, with thin and long nails, glowing coldly.
Her eyes were like ice, cold and hard.
How could that be the way she looked at her son? Which mother in the world would treat her own son like this?
"You are such a ruthless, cold-blooded thing. Your father is about to die, and you are still thinking about scheming at this time. In the Zhao Kingdom, you were scheming. You plotted against Baitao, you plotted against Bai Xianren. I didn't expect to return. Qin, you are still plotting."
"You are going to have no father! You are still plotting your own success. How could I give birth to such a thing like you? I wish I could strangle you to death."
The pain and numbness in his cheeks reminded Ying Zheng of the pain he was feeling. The palace walls on both sides were surrounded by drafts, like the breath of the dead blowing through the ears of the living.
Baitao was already walking in front of him unknowingly. She turned around and saw that he was walking slowly. She stared at his cheeks and said, "I just thought that the sides of your face were asymmetrical, but it was hard to ask. Now it seems that it's really— —”
Her voice stopped abruptly.
Ying Zheng hugged her tightly. Although his handsome face was still green, it was crowded with three thousand Buddhas and one hundred thousand demons. Buddhas and demons intertwined fiercely on his face.
He spoke like a knife: "What others said is right. I am too stubborn, too ambitious, and unruly. That's the kind of person I am."
So what if he is such a person.
So what if you are unfilial and disloyal.
From now on, he will not only be the king of Qin, but also the king of the whole world.
He dictates the rules, issues the laws, and writes the dignity.
Even if the crowd's words were like a flood, even if the gods sent down punishment, they still dared to say no to him.
In the distance, the gauze-like Milky Way spans the sky from overhead, and everything is silent except for fireflies rising and falling.
Baitao felt that something was wrong with him acting like this. After thinking about it, she hugged his thin waist and comforted him: "Brother Zheng, are you okay?"
He restrained and let go of her, "It's okay, Taotao, let's go back."
"okay."
Baitao could only nod.
When I reached the entrance of the palace, I saw Die'er in front of me, holding a lantern and looking around.
Dieer is dressed up pretty, wearing a green dress with pink sleeves, the same color as Baitao.
She ignored Baitao and walked straight towards Yingzheng. Yingying said: "Your Highness, why did you come back so late? I am really worried. I heard that you were being made difficult by Mrs. Han. Are you...are you okay?"
Saying that, Die'er looked Ying Zheng up and down.
Seeing the fingerprints on his face, his dimples appeared and he said worriedly: "Your Highness, what's wrong with your face? Who hit you? I'll take ice to apply it here."
Ying Zheng didn't even look at him, and led Baitao inside.
Die'er followed for a few steps and then seemed to think of other things. She frowned and said to Bai Tao: "But all the ice cubes in the palace have been used by the young master. Your Highness, what should you do with your injury? "
Baitao really didn't expect that he would be hit by an arrow even if he didn't speak.
"Presumptuous!" Ying Zheng scolded, "You are just a slave, dictating here."
Die'er's face turned pale, and she knelt down and said, "I am a slave, but I am here to serve His Highness the Crown Prince on the orders of the Queen Mother."
"My heart for His Highness is the same. I have never dared to make a mistake in the past six months. This time, this time it is my fault. I am really too worried about Your Highness."
After saying that, she knelt down on the ground, revealing a neck as white as gelatin, and her ears were dotted with delicate pearls.
This is not a slave, it's like a rich man who came out of nowhere.
Baitao thought.
Ying Zheng gave a cold smile and said, "There will be no next time. If the next one commits the crime, I will drag him out and kill him with a stick."
Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Die'er's ears buzzed, and she almost thought she had heard wrongly as the world was spinning.
Until the chamberlain pinched her wrist, making her feel the despair of being pinched at the neck, "Your Highness, Your Highness, this slave is really wrong. I really don't dare to do it anymore. I won't dare to do it again next time! Please forgive me." Take this slave! Your Highness! Ahhhhh!”
The dull sound of sticks and the pitiful screams of women could be heard in the courtyard, one sound drowning out the other shouting at the top of their lungs.
In the end, it seemed that his mouth and nose were covered with linen cloth, and there was no movement at all.
Baitao saw Ying Zheng's methods for the first time and thought that he could also be angry. She always thought that he had a good temper, was gentle and gentle...
The chamberlains and maids stood in three or four rows, their faces half green and half blue, their legs shaking like chaff, as if they had had a convulsion.
There was only one burly chamberlain among them, his eyebrows lowered and his face expressionless.
He is Zhao Gao.
Ying Zheng stood under the palace lantern on the eaves, and the light and shadow followed the sharp line of his jaw, along his neck, winding up and down to the gold-rimmed collar.
He said: "From now on, in this prince's mansion, there can only be two masters, and that is this prince and Baitao. Anyone who dares to disrespect, disrespect or disobey will be killed for whatever reason!"
"Yes! Your Highness the Crown Prince."
The palace maid had just witnessed the death, so she had nothing to say and was too busy expressing her stance.
The Ying Zheng demonstration ended.
He took Baitao back to the house. The house was spacious and there were two Huta.
Fortunately for Baitao, Yingzheng was already thirteen years old and a half-grown boy. Logically speaking, he should sleep in separate beds. However, Baitao was afraid of sleeping alone and had to move the bed into his room.
Ying Zheng himself knew about the great defense between men and women, and wanted to tell her about it.
But he couldn't resist Baitao, the milky fox with tears in his eyes and the way he was rolling around. Maybe it was the hidden thoughts in his heart, so he completely relied on her.
After Baitao returned to the house, she called for water and went to the outhouse to wash up.
After she returned to the house, she saw Ying Zheng who had already washed up. Ying Zheng was studying the strategies of governing the country on this candle lamp. His hair was untied and draped around his body. He looked heroic and delicate. He was really good-looking.
Baitao was wearing a loose nightgown and ran over, "Is it the "Book of Shang Jun" that Uncle Lu taught during the day?"
"yes."
"Why do I want to sleep when I listen to it? How come you don't feel sleepy during the day and still don't feel sleepy when you watch it at night?"
Baitao sat next to her and yawned, "No wonder others say you are good at studying and I am not good at sleeping."
Ying Zheng was dumbfounded: "You think it's like you, go to bed early, I'll watch it later."
"All right."
Just as Baitao was about to go up the cave, she came over with her head hanging down worriedly. Upon seeing this, Ying Zheng said softly, "What's wrong with Taotao? Do you want to study as hard as me?"
Baitao came over, held his face and said, "I feel that I can't forgive you. If I hadn't been greedy for cold and used all the ice cubes, the finger marks on your face would have disappeared."
"What's this?"
Ying Zheng pinched her little face and said, "I'm not you. I can't be cold, hot, or hot, and I can't freeze it. If you don't agree with me, you'll make trouble. If I agree with you, you'll go out and go wild. I can only pamper you." I had to be coaxed to listen, it was just a small injury, nothing happened when I woke up, I wasn’t so squeamish.”
Baitao puffed up her face: "Why do I feel so worried when I hear you say that?"
There was a smile in his eyes: "Does it mean you have peace of mind?"
"Why are you like this?"
Baitao hummed, "Confucius said that when you see a virtuous person, you will think about it, and when you see a virtuous person, you will introspect. You are always comparing yourself with me. You don't need to reflect too much when you compare with me. Naturally, I won't worry about it."
"In the left ear, out the right ear, what goes in is all nonsense."
"What's wrong? Isn't it right to do it backwards?"
"I think Confucius would be very angry if he had a student like you."
"With students like me, it's not certain whether the Analects can be written."
"Hahaha!"
Only when facing Baitao does Ying Zheng show the spirit of a thirteen-year-old boy.
He held Baitao in his arms, whose teeth were almost close to howling, and said with a sullen smile: "Iron teeth and steel teeth, but the body is fleshy."
"What..." Baitao muttered.
Now she finally felt that he became happy. After playing for a while, he became tired. He relaxed and fell asleep without knowing when.
Early the next morning, Baitao rolled several times on Hutan.
Seeing no one on the cave opposite, Brother Zheng had already gone out to study.
She rubbed her eyes and shook the golden bell, and the maids who had been waiting outside filed in.
After yesterday's intimidation, they served one hundred and ten thousand with copper basins and hot water with all their heart.
After washing up, Baitao went out and was about to carry a few little palace maids to play with him when he bumped into Zhao Gao who was covered in dew.
Zhao Gao's face was furious, he threw himself to the ground and cried bitterly: "Go back to my little master, the King of Qin has died——"
The king of Qin collapsed.
Bai Tao's eyes were dull.
At this time, the wind does not blow and the trees do not shake. The entire palace is shrouded in the vast dawn, as quiet as stone sculptures of pottery figurines.
Immediately afterwards, mourning cries rang out one after another from everywhere.
