Empress Dowager Xia is newly mourned.
The palace is covered with long white strips and white curtains.
From time to time, the palace maids who were walking around would cover their faces with their sleeves and cry for a while, while going about their work as if nothing had happened.
Baitao saw that the cheerful and straightforward Rui'er beside her had a bitter face with the corners of her mouth turned down. She was greatly puzzled. Could it be that someone who had nothing to do with her died and had to cry.
Mortal people are so attached to love and justice.
Don't blame her for thinking that.
In fact, when the late king died, it coincided with the turmoil between Ying Zheng and Cheng Jiao fighting for the throne.
It looks calm on the outside, but in fact the turmoil on the inside is about to break out.
She was placed under the protection of Brother Zheng in the Prince's Mansion, and she had never seen such a noisy scene.
"Oh, oh, oh, grandma...grandma!"
From the corner ahead, His Highness the Second Highness's cries like a dragon could be heard.
Tears were streaming down his face, and he yelled and cursed as he ran, "Why are you telling me now? I haven't had time to see you for the last time. You are a bunch of idiots, losers, and losers!"
"This... I really couldn't find His Highness last night."
The slave behind, holding on to the crest on his head, followed behind on two legs.
When passing by Baitao, Chengjiao stopped, his young face turned livid.
He was breathless and cursed: "You... you are finally going to get what you want, bah, you have such a charming face, you vixen!"
Baitao: "?"
Before she could think of a curse word worthy of his face, Cheng Jiao ran away viciously.
"It's just a concubine giving birth to a son, Taotao, don't take it to heart."
The Empress Dowager Zhao and Zhao Ji were standing not far away. Her guard of honor was quite large, and there were many servants standing behind her.
Although it was a funeral, she was dressed in colorful embroidery.
She wears a beaded hairpin with flying wings on her head, and a nine-turn red gold beaded exquisite bracelet on her hand. She is full of majesty and flamboyant, without any idea of restraint.
Zhao Ji put her hand on the back of the old nanny's hand, who had a mole on the corner of her mouth and had a mean face, and walked over with her waist twisted.
Baitao rolled her eyes and called sweetly: "Aunt Zhao."
"Eh."
Zhao Ji covered her mouth with a handkerchief and said with a smile, "You are still like this. You are the same as when you were a child. You have a sweet face and a sweet mouth. But as you grow up, you have longer lips. With such beautiful skin, you must find a good man to marry as soon as possible. go."
Baitao giggled, "No way. No matter how good-looking I am, I won't be as good-looking as you, Aunt Zhao."
This phrase was taught to her by her brother Zheng, and it worked really well for Zhao Ji.
Especially when she said such words with big ignorant eyes, it made her words even more credible.
Zhao Ji touched her face and said happily: "Seriously?"
"Yeah, seriously." White Peach Chicken pecked at the rice.
Zhao Ji gave her a scolding look, "Good boy, I'm already half-old."
"Where can I find it? Aunt Zhao is now in her flowery years."
"In the Mood for Love..."
Zhao Ji murmured, looking at the beauty of the girl with white peaches in full bloom in front of her, her heart was already drunk.
She knew very well that she had already missed such a time, and continued to wither in HD and Zhao Palace.
After returning to Qin Palace, she began to burn her wax torch.
She is a young woman in her right years with infinite charm.
She is also a charming young woman in every possible way.
But unfortunately, King Qin passed away, and the palace was empty for a long time. Every emotion was extinguished in the dark palace of King Qin.
As the Empress Dowager Bingzheng who everyone wanted to kneel down to, she looked very beautiful on the outside, but locked in this prosperous prison, she couldn't even squeeze out the tears.
Zhao Ji was tired of all this, this endless fight, this struggle for power.
But she is just a woman, what can a woman do?
She became depressed, sad, and filled with resentment and nothing to express. It was Lu Buwei, and only Lu Buwei could fulfill her girlish dream,
His touch, his nourishment, his irrigation.
Only then did she regain her glory as a woman. Let the chamberlains exclaim and the palace maids envy.
But he hasn't been here for almost two months, and even I feel thirsty.
Zhao Ji stroked her face again, and Xiao Ying asked Baitao like a tongue-in-cheek, "Good boy, you said Ai Jia's face is pretty, but do you think a man would like it?"
Baitao himself was not a man, so he couldn't answer.
But when I looked around at the maids behind Aunt Zhao, most of them were mediocre or ugly. Only Aunt Zhao was plump, exquisite and beautiful, and she stood out at first glance.
She said crisply: "Most men pay attention to appearance. If they don't like Aunt Zhao, who else will they like?"
Under the mottled shadows under the tree, the cheerful smile on Zhao Ji's face seemed to be sailing into the rolling sea of evil, "Good boy, you are really lovely."
She took off a pair of exquisite red gold bracelets with nine turns of beads, put them on Baitao's hands, and glanced at the palace of Queen Mother Xia from afar.
"Don't go and worship me. She's just a concubine. No matter how respected her position is, she is still a concubine in the end. If you go and worship her, you will be punished and ruined. If there is anyone in the palace who dares to gossip, just say It's the Ai family's will, good boy, go back. Going outside the palace to ride horses and go for an outing is always more free and enjoyable than staying inside the palace."
"Okay, Aunt Zhao."
The bracelet was shiny and hard. Baitao got a good thing for nothing and said goodbye to Aunt Zhao obediently.
Aunt Zhao also smiled, raised her fingers and pressed her hair on her temples, swaying her waist like the wind blowing through the willow branches, and entered the palace of Empress Dowager Xia.
After a group of people left in a grand manner, the palace maid next to Baitao dared to stand up.
Rui'er took the heavy bracelet in her hand, looked at the backs of Zhao Ji and her group, and said, "This Queen Mother is really a real person, and she is not mean to her little master. This pair of bracelets Even the treasury rarely has enough money."
Baitao poked Rui'er's round face with her fingertips, then plucked a small white flower from her head, "What is the treasury? Have you seen it?"
Rui'er sniffed and said, "Aren't those various things that your Majesty gave to my mistress the national treasury?"
"..."
It seems right.
Baitao threw away the small white flowers in her hand, "Let's go, since we don't have to go to mourn, let's go find a horse gallery outside the palace, pick out a few BMW horses and race them, and make sure we beat those foreign scholars who don't know how to do it. ."
"But didn't your Majesty get so angry just yesterday? He even dragged you back, my mistress. Didn't you forget, mistress?"
Rui'er shrank her neck, a little afraid.
Baitao's stepped foot paused in the air, "That's right, it makes sense. Let's wait a few more days to avoid the wind."
"Okay!" Rui'er jumped, clapped her hands and laughed.
The master and the servant quietly agreed upon it, and after speaking, they laughed and walked back.
*
A few days later.
In the palace of Queen Mother Zhao.
The guard at the secret door came in with a sheepskin scroll and said, "Return to the Queen Mother. This is a reply from the Prime Minister. He told me that there is no need to wait for her tonight."
Zhao Ji was dressed up, and after hearing this, the look on her face became sticky.
The smile on her face did not change, and it looked like a dead piece of wood when pulled.
She really wanted to smile. Facing Buwei's men, she should also maintain her dignity as the queen mother of a country.
With her back to the guards, Zhao Ji wiped the tears on her face with her hands, looked at the carvings on her head and said, "The Ai family knows, please go down."
"Yes." The guard bowed and retreated.
"Wait a moment."
Zhao Ji stretched out her well-maintained jade hand and took the parchment from the guard's hand. "Even if you don't come, if you refuse, you have to show it to the Ai family. How is the Prime Minister doing recently?"
The guard lowered his head and did not dare to look at her: "Go back to the Queen Mother, Sir Xiangguo, everything is fine."
"yes."
Zhao Ji looked at Lu Buwei's handwriting, and all she saw was hazy. She tried her best to see it clearly, but she never thought that the slight sobs in her throat would escape first, "He used to be a businessman, and he traveled all over the world. He usually didn't know how to take care of himself. He's a rough guy and doesn't care that much. Now that he's such a big official, a lot of people should take care of him."
The guard's lips moved a few times.
Zhao Ji put the parchment away and smiled.
She shook the other hairpin on her temples, and the light shone in confusion, "Remember to tell Xiangguo that the Ai family will wait for him as far and as long as possible. The Ai family will not write letters anymore, for fear that he will laugh at the Ai family again. It is difficult for words to reach the level of elegance."
The guard lowered his head and said, "Yes, the Queen Mother."
"Okay, okay." Zhao Ji waved her hand and tried her best to maintain her posture, "When you go back, remember to tell me what the Prime Minister said."
The guard had escaped through the secret door.
Zhao Ji's eyes were unfocused, but she smiled very brightly and charmingly, and said in a low voice: "Buwei, please remember to tell me."
At this time, in the dead of night, this gorgeous dormitory seemed to be dead.
Zhao Ji took off the hairpin from her head as skillfully as she did when she was a singing prostitute in HD City when she was young.
It's just that there was no such good hairpin to wear at that time. Even if there was, Mamasang would have to take it away when the occasion was over.
Her first hairpin was given to her by Buwei.
Her slave status was also taken off by Buwei.
Her first man was still him.
Lu Buwei, it’s Lu Buwei.
It was him, it was Lu Buwei who brought her out of the sea of suffering and gave her an infinite future. Even if he finally gave her to someone else, she didn't resent him.
Zhao Ji held the comb and combed her hair, her mood gradually calmed down.
She looked at her shadowy face in the bronze mirror, put down the grate and said, "Aunt Sun, are you there? Go get a basin of water."
"yes."
Grandma Sun, who was waiting outside, heard the summons and quickly poured cold water on her.
Zhao Ji stood up and took a photo of herself in the water.
She caught a glimpse of the white hair in her hair, and that strand of white hair stung her eyes almost to the point of bleeding, "Ah——"
"This is me? How could this be me?!"
she broke down and screamed.
Holding his head, he kicked over the copper basin, water flowed out, and the woven illusion was shattered to pieces.
With a "Clang" sound, the copper basin hit the ground, making a sharp sound of scratching the eardrums.
"White hair, white hair, how can there be white hair!"
Zhao Ji felt as if a wind was blowing from the bottom of her heart, taking everything away from her, leaving nothing behind.
She grabbed her hair and said in panic, "Why do I have gray hair? Is it because I am old? My appearance has faded with age. No wonder, no wonder, no wonder..."
"No wonder Wei Wei didn't come to see me for two months. I thought he was busy with national affairs, and deep down I was always making excuses for him."
"I'm waiting today and waiting for tomorrow. I can't wait to the end, and I can't wait to the end. In fact, it's because I'm getting old and he's tired of looking at me, ah!"
She frantically pulled at her hair, including her skin and flesh, "Why did God treat me like this? I wasted my best years and didn't even leave any appearance to my sweetheart. Why, why!" "
Seeing that the Queen Mother was having epilepsy again, Grandma Sun hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade her.
"The beauty of the Queen Mother is unparalleled. It's just a strand of white hair, and it means nothing. Even weeds can produce different things, let alone the fur of your parents."
All Zhao Ji's strength seemed to have been overthrown.
She sat on the cold ground, her hair disheveled, looking at Grandma Sun who was in charge, trying to grab a life-saving straw.
"Really? Then tell me, why, why doesn't he come to see me? Every day, I sit here and wait and wait, hoping and hoping. I hope he comes to see more. its me."
Grandma Sun couldn't bear it: "Yes, the Prime Minister will come to see the Queen."
Zhao Ji covered her face, tears streaming from her fingers, "You said that as women, we can only whitewash the peace."
Grandma Sun said hoarsely: "My dear, it's getting late and your health is very important. It's better to go to bed early."
Zhao Ji couldn't help but tremble, like the fallen leaves falling on the branches of a tree in early winter.
"Mother Sun, tell me, as a woman, if she doesn't have the love and affection of a man, is she still a woman? What's the use of being born a girl like me?"
"The Queen Mother..."
"No, no, no. I want to find him. I want to ask him for answers. What do I want to ask him and what do I want to say about my abandonment here?"
"The queen mother of a country and the prime minister of a country cannot tolerate the secular world or the law, so what!"
"The worst thing is that I won't be the Queen Mother, and he won't be the Prime Minister!"
"We gave up everything and became an ordinary couple. He played Qin Zheng, I sang Zhao Ge, did Fan Li and Xi Shi. When he first met me, he even praised me for my beautiful dancing. He liked me, yes. Like mine."
Zhao Ji murmured, giving herself great hope.
She stood up and ran towards the door of the palace, trying to break free from the pervasive and inescapable palace.
Grandma Sun quickly stopped her: "My dear, my dear, men can't push too hard, otherwise it will be counterproductive!"
"Forcing him? He is clearly forcing me. I want to issue an edict and an edict. I will tell the whole world that he is my Zhao Ji's man."
Zhao Ji suddenly turned around and said in her heart, "I hate the endless waiting. I hate having my dreams crushed again and again by him. I am the Queen Mother now, not that slave Zhao! So what if I marry him?" How dare he not marry me!"
Grandma Sun's eyes widened and she said in horror: "My Lady, you must not do this! Your Majesty, it is unheard of in the world for a Queen Mother to marry a Prime Minister!"
"Now you've heard about it!"
Grandma Sun knelt down and said, "My dearest lady, if you act like this, how will the Qin country behave and how will you behave yourself?"
Zhao Ji hated the law and the worldly view, "That's right. He always talks about the country and the King of Qin to prevaricate me. I am a woman who doesn't understand these important national affairs, but the King of Qin, the King of Qin is the seed crawling out of my belly. Yes, I am his mother, and I force King Qin to write a letter to the king, but he will not refuse to listen!"
"Boom--" "Boom--"
The rain was still falling outside, spraying like broken beads all over the day and the ground.
Grandma Sun knelt behind and saw Zhao Ji running out with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes.
She suddenly moved her body and chased after her, "Empress, the Queen Mother! Stop the Queen Mother quickly!"
