Winter begins very early in the Qin State.
After autumn, heavy snow falls in the sky, dancing like a jade butterfly.
Baitao was bored in the palace. After waiting for the snow to subside, she encouraged Ying Zheng to accompany her to the horse gallery to see the elk.
The lips were open and the little mouth was chattering.
Ying Zheng had no choice but to let her make trouble. He just wrapped her tightly in a deerskin cloak with rolled edges before leaving.
When Baitao arrived at the horse farm, she saw an elk running over and kicking other horses with its hooves raised.
There was a long neighing and kicking, and in the rustling of snow particles, the elk made the other horses run in the air with all four hooves, and it wanted to jump out of the railing and go out to wander immediately.
Baitao hurriedly stopped, "Yo yo!"
When the elk saw that his little master was coming, he snorted and calmed down a bit.
It's just that when it passed by a sweaty horse, it insisted on kicking it with its hoofs, and then came over and said, "Yo yo, yo yo."
Baitao: "."
The elk pressed against her palm, feeling fluffy and warm.
Baitao went to look at the black horse that had just been kicked by its hoof.
The black horse was shiny all over, its temples were combed meticulously, its hooves were snow-white, and it was more than six feet high at the shoulders. A dozen horse slaves went to check its injuries nervously.
At first glance, he is an extraordinary person.
Baitao exhaled a breath of mist and asked: "Whose horse belongs to."
Ying Zheng said quietly: "That is a treasure in the world. It is a tribute from the barbarians. It is my favorite horse."
Baitao: "."
Very good, get into trouble as soon as you go out.
She felt a little guilty, puffed up her pink cheeks and glanced at the elk in mock anger.
The elk was still whistling to himself, "Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo."
Along with the sound of several horse slaves nailing horseshoes to Tian Xia Bao, it was quite regular.
"Forget it." Baitao touched the elk's horns, "Look, the other horses are far away, but that one is still standing there stupidly. It deserves to be kicked."
Ying Zheng: "."
Baitao took out a gold chain from his pocket, put it on the elk's neck, and asked him, "Look, does it look more noble when you wear it?"
The elk, as white as the snow in the sky, puts on the yellow gold chain at first glance, exuding an earthy smell that has fallen into the mortal world.
Ying Zheng was silent, "Very good."
"I think it's very good too. I even engraved words on the gold medal on the gold chain. When others see this elk, they will know that it belongs to the owner."
He was a little amused: "You also carved a letter and gave it to an elk."
The implication was that even the deer was not given to him.
Baitao didn't understand why he wanted to compete with an elk for a gold chain, so he didn't hear it.
He just said, "Yeah, well, I carved the word "peach" and the word "zheng" so that others will know that this is ours. Do you remember what happened last time when you took me hunting and carried it back to me?"
Ying Zheng: "I remember that I rubbed your feet for a long time when I came back."
That night, the ankles were slender and white, and they were clearly visible in his palms. They were so beautiful that people could only imagine them.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes looked at Baitao with a vague and impenetrable light.
Elk: "Yo yo yo."
Baitao said "Hmm", "I told you that day to help you find an elk when you have free time, but I always remember it. The elk we found this time is white, which is rare. We can see it anytime, anywhere, every day." "
A deer lives a thousand years, and becomes white when it reaches five hundred years old.
This deer is not only rare, but coming to Qin itself is a blessing.
Ying Zheng raised the corners of his lips.
He lowered his hand and touched Baitao's head.
Baitao raised her little face and said, "I can remember your words for a long time. I care deeply about you."
"Um."
His eyes were deep and deep, and his voice was hoarse, "Does Shangxin like it?"
Elk: "Yo yo."
"Yes." Baitao said without hesitation, "If I don't like you, who else can I like?"
Ying Zheng was extremely satisfied. He pushed her hair away from her face and moved her thin lips towards her. Their lips and teeth were as close as glue to her knees. Even the slaves around her lowered their heads and did not dare to look around.
The tall and handsome king embraces the petite and charming girl, the elk, the galloping horse, the swaying snowflakes, and the intertwined breaths.
It is a confusing and dense emotional involvement.
After a long time, Ying Zheng raised his arm and held Baitao's waist with one hand, making her butt sit on the crook of his arm.
This is a great kissing position.
Her exquisite figure almost touched his chest and shoulders.
The broad shoulders and back muscles and bones converged into smooth lines. His eyebrows were slightly narrowed, and his five fingers were inserted into the back of her head.
The orange glow enveloped the two of them. Under such gorgeous rendering, the young man deeply kissed the girl in his arms again.
Baitao's eyelashes trembled as she endured his kiss and aggression.
The other person is a special person in your life, and this experience is undoubtedly a happy one.
But Baitao felt that kissing was not good.
As the elk whistled melodiously, she moved her head back a little and said seriously: "Brother Zheng, winter hasn't come yet, maybe spring is coming."
Ying Zheng: "."
He raised his long eyebrows slightly and pinched her slender waist directly with punishment.
Baitao was so itchy that she moved in his arms, "Oh, wrong, wrong."
While the two were fighting, a palace man came over from outside and said, "Greetings, my lord, my young master."
Ying Zheng put Baitao's head on his shoulder and raised his chin slightly, "What's the matter?"
"The Queen Mother of Huayang, please invite Little Master Baitao to come to Yueyang Palace for a brief chat."
Baitao said confusedly: "Well, are you looking for me?"
"Yes, the Queen Mother only said that the slave should invite the young master into Yueyang Palace, and nothing else was said."
The palace attendant put her hands into her cuffs and lowered her head. Baitao glanced at Ying Zheng, who put her down, slipped his hands into her cuffs and shook her hand, "Go ahead."
Sometimes, Queen Mother Huayang reassured him more than Zhao Ji.
Baitao nodded, running her fingertips across his warm pads, "Well, I'm leaving."
The girl and the palace servant were submerged in the snow.
Ying Zheng looked at her from a distance until the shadow of her pulse disappeared.
The wind and snow gradually drifted in front of his eyes. With a cold and handsome face, he took off the gold necklace from the elk, looked at the peach character engraved on it, and gently rubbed it.
Zhao Gao held a tung oil umbrella for him at the side, "Your Majesty, there are rumors among the people."
He was hesitant to speak, "I said that the death of Lord Chang'an was closely related to you, Your Majesty, and also said that Your Majesty, you killed your brothers with a stick."
Ying Zheng smiled complicatedly and said in a low voice: "That's right."
*
Howling in the air.
There was a faint scent of sandalwood floating over her, and Baitao gathered her cloak. As soon as she stepped onto the steps, before she even got close to the Yueyang Palace, she heard the Qingyue bronze chimes ringing the words of Chu.
"The Lord in the Clouds" by Qu Yuan.
"The orchid bath is full of fragrance, and the flowers and clothes are beautiful."
A heartbreaking female voice rang out, "Queen Mother Huayang, Cheng Jiao is just a child, he is innocent, why is he guilty, Queen Mother!".
Baitao heard the voice of Mrs. Han and paused.
The chimes continued to ring.
"The spirit is still curled up, but it is bright and clear."
"The Jian will come to the Palace of Longevity and shine with the sun and the moon."
The bronze chimes slowly struck loudly and resonantly, and the lingering sound of "dang-dang-dang-dang" lingered in my ears, like a hovering and attached god descending into the world.
Weaved by the wind and snow into the divine king in the clouds carried on the dragon chariot.
"Someone must have incited him. He had no choice but to fall into their trap. He is my son! He is your grandson!"
"He is only eighteen years old, and he is still weak. He greets you every day, and he never has any transgressions or evil intentions. You have watched him grow up. Does Cheng Jiao have any rebellious intentions? Don’t you know yet?”
Kneeling in the snow was Mrs. Han. Baitao stepped onto the stone steps and stood silently behind her.
She cried bitterly, but within a few months, she was already skinny and emaciated, and her black hair turned to frosty white.
The never-ending wind blew in the deep palace, blowing away her bones and blood.
Then he rushed over crazily and broke the mother's spine with a click.
The sufferings of mortals cannot please the gods, and sorrow, bitterness, and poison are just punishments sent down by the gods.
"He is your biological grandson! He has been raised by you for eighteen years!"
"Now your grandson is branded as a traitor and traitor. He will live forever and will not be included in the family tree. He will be kicked out of the ancestral temple and become a person who is despised by thousands of people in the Qin Kingdom."
"How unjust he is! How unjust he is?! Queen Mother Huayang, how can he close his eyes under the Nine Springs? How can he close his eyes!"
Mrs. Han cried bitterly with all the blood in her heart, and her tears seemed to be running dry. She screamed: "The Queen Mother! The Queen Mother! I kowtow to the Queen Mother."
"The spirit emperor has descended, and the scorpion has been lifted up from afar into the clouds."
"When you look at Jizhou, you have more than enough, but when you look across the sea, there's nothing you can do."
Baitao lowered her eyelashes and passed the tung oil umbrella in her hand to Rui'er beside her. The hem of her skirt woven with gold embroidered thread meandered past Mrs. Han, like flowing blood.
Mrs. Han watched her walk over.
"Squeak——"
The closed door of Yueyang Palace was opened by several palace maids.
The steam inside was full of heat, hitting the face with a mixture of hot and cold, making people shiver involuntarily.
"I miss my husband so much, I am very tired and worried."
A solemn woman's voice came from inside, she was calming Chu Ci.
When the door opened, listen carefully, and another voice came from inside, "Just leave the door open, and the old woman should take a closer look at the snow and wind in Xianyang City."
Baitao shook the snow off her cloak, and several people swept it with peacock feather dusters before letting her in.
Stepping into the cold light and shadow, she knelt down politely and said, "The daughter of the people pays her respects to the Queen Mother of Huayang. The Queen Mother is a thousand years old."
"Folk girl?"
There were several cracked turtle shells scattered on the ground, and Queen Mother Huayang sat on the brocade cushion.
She poked the wooden stick into the coal in a copper basin and said calmly: "The day is always changeable, and it changes every day. Look outside, the snow is so heavy that it makes the old woman's eyes dazzled. You are a civilian girl now, will you still be tomorrow?"
Baitao was a hundred times more energetic to deal with it: "No matter how things change, people are still the same people."
"You are right, the person is still the same person, and the heart is still the same."
The Empress Dowager Huayang shook her white jade earrings lightly and blew on the red-hot stick. "She is too stubborn, too ambitious, and unruly. This is what the old woman predicted for the King of Qin."
She added, "After so many years, the old woman's eyes have never missed her. Killing her brother has finally become his first step."
When Baitao heard what he said about Brother Zheng, she defended uncomfortably: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This has been true since ancient times. Why is it wrong?"
Mrs. Huayang's face was calm and she didn't answer.
She inserted the wooden stick into the turtle shell, and there was a "click" sound, and spider web-like cracks appeared on it, and then threw the turtle shell aside.
Baitao's eyes followed her movements, and she was surprised to find that the cracks of the ten turtle shells were all very similar.
No, exactly the same.
Seeing her surprise, Mrs. Huayang still calmly said: "Can you tell what the old woman is predicting?"
Baitao was not interested in these gods and goddesses nagging, "People's women don't understand these things."
It is enough to be able to see a person who is approaching death.
"The old woman is from Chu. Chu people worship mountain ghosts as gods."
Mrs. Huayang said, "When the old woman was still a princess of the Chu Kingdom, she once studied a scroll of heaven in the hands of a witch, which contained the Yin, Yang, Five Elements, and the art of control. After reading it carefully, the old woman could naturally see everything. Human beings have their own destiny."
She straightened her sleeves and said, "The old woman got the favor of the King of Chu through divination, and traveled thousands of miles to marry Qin. She was able to marry Ying Zhu. He was just a prince at the time, and the old woman already knew that he was the future King of Qin. And The Ying Yiren who was adopted by the old woman, everyone in the world thought that the old woman recognized him as her son and was Lu Buwei's slippery and flirtatious old woman."
"Actually, that's not the case. The old woman has noticed it a long time ago and changed his name to Ying Zichu."
"Later, he was the eldest son of Yingzi Chu, who is now the King of Qin."
"When the old woman saw Ying Zheng for the first time, she also saw the Yanhuang aura in him. It was different from that in Ying Zhu. It was overwhelming and even surpassed that of the overlord King Qin Zhaoxiang."
"The king's order."
"Being the king of Qin is his destiny, but it is more than just the end."
Mrs. Huayang closed her eyes slightly, "But the old woman still treats him poorly and scolds him harshly. Smart girl, do you know why?"
(End of chapter)
