Baitao threw it over: "Why?"
She raised her wrist, and her long sleeves made of peacock feathers were lifted over the brazier. The sparks were ignited for a moment, and then disappeared, "Solar eclipse, plague, winter thunder, flood, drought, earthquake, famine, locust plague, comet, Yinghuo guards the heart."
"These are all revelations from God."
Mrs. Huayang closed her eyes tightly, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were like exploding cold white porcelain.
She muttered and prayed silently, "He can lead Qin to glory, but he can also bring disaster. He is an unknown person."
"What are you talking about? What kind of ominous person?"
Baitao didn't have so many rules for growing up, not to mention that she was older than her. She said directly, "You just judge someone as an unlucky person based on a few burned turtle shells, and you just label them randomly like that?"
Empress Dowager Huayang, who was extremely respected in the harem, had never seen such a person dare to choke her.
Her eyes were sharp and she scolded angrily: "She is just a Zhao girl, protected by King Dian Qin, and she dares to talk back to the old woman!"
Baitao turned around and left.
The wind and snow outside blew in, causing the curtains of the palace to roll back. One by one, the lamps that were lit were blown out, and a few of them were blown out. The hem of Queen Mother Huayang's skirt dragged the floor, and her face was solemn and sullen. .
Baitao came back from the outside. What she wrapped in her deerskin was the snow she was holding outside. "Look, the turtle shell you burned is like that, and the turtle shell I burned is different. You won't have anything to say then." ”
Queen Mother Huayang frowned and watched her actions with a cold face.
Baitao patted the hollow turtle shell, stuffed it into a pile of snow, and then poked the wooden stick into the coal.
He said, "It's just divination. I just want peace of mind, but I can't believe it."
She continued: "Han Feizi once said that the sage observes the mystery, uses his Zhouxing, and calls it Tao, and describes those things that cannot be explained as revelation. This is called deceiving heaven and destroying oneself."
Mrs. Huayang snorted coldly: "You are a little girl, how dare you confuse right and wrong."
It is indeed difficult to break the faith of mortals, and Baitao can only spread his claws.
The wooden stick quickly burned red. Baitao picked it up and held it in her hand. She picked up the center of the stick with her fingertips and turned it several times in a fancy way. "Queen Huayang, watch it."
"Sleight of hand."
Mrs. Huayang half-closed her eyes and looked rather disdainfully, "I think that when the King of Qin came to Xianyang City, the old woman had already calculated that Qin's misfortune was coming. With just one glance at him, she knew everything. Besides, he was in power. There will be floods soon, and this time autumn has just begun, and the ground is covered with heavy snow. In a few years, thousands of people will starve to death, and in a few years there will be drought in Qin."
"The old woman has calculated this a thousand times, but it's not true."
The sound stopped suddenly.
Queen Mother Huayang opened her eyelids and saw the girl looking at her with a pair of amber pupils. They were beautiful eyes like an elf. The girl was holding a turtle shell taken out from the snow. The turtle shell Insert the wooden stick inside the tail.
The snow on the turtle shell melted away and fell to the ground.
The crack on it
Queen Mother Huayang's throat tightened and she snatched it away, "How could it be? It's different."
It must be different. Ordinary divination can't be put into the snow to burn cracks.
Baitao said: "Look, you can't believe those who are pretentious and deceitful."
Queen Mother Huayang carefully stroked the cracks on the turtle shell: "The old woman remembers every crack, every flash, every glance, how could it be different?"
"Those are just unfounded things, and any revelations of disaster are just conjecture."
Baitao muttered, "If you insist that King Qin is an unknown person just because of these, then it would be too harsh to treat him, not to mention that he is still your direct grandson."
Queen Mother Huayang looked at the cracks on the turtle shell with great concentration.
For a long time, her brows moved, and she sighed with a bit of regret, "Everything that can be changed can be changed. This is also the apocalypse, the revelation brought to the old woman by God. The old woman has lived for so many years. You’ve already stepped half into the loess, but you, a little girl, haven’t seen it all clearly.”
Who are you calling a little girl? I'm already over a hundred years old.
Baitao cursed inwardly.
The Queen Mother Huayang looked at Baitao. The girl's beauty was enough to captivate the city and overthrow the dynasty.
She asked calmly: "What are you wearing?"
Baitao lowered his head and tilted his head to look left and right, then smoothed it with his hands: "It's a cloak."
"No, it's a deer." Empress Dowager Huayang clasped one hand on her chest and made a gesture with her left hand. "The old woman can predict that if Qin loses its deer, the whole world will chase it away."
Baitao: "?"
What's the meaning.
Empress Dowager Huayang didn't say much anymore, she put her hands together and nodded her forehead, chanting obscure and incomprehensible Chu Ci.
Why are you still mumbling in the middle of the sentence? Is this the tradition of Chu country?
Baitao looked at it suspiciously for a few times, thinking that she would never believe in it in the future. That half-hearted mountain ghost led this believer.
"Your Majesty, I'm tired. Little Master Baitao, please come back."
The old maid beside Queen Mother Huayang led Baitao out.
Baitao had just reached the threshold when she heard Mrs. Han, who was kneeling in the snow, screaming even more horribly.
Right.
She never stopped.
"Mrs. Han comes and kneels at the end of every day. She kneels for more than an hour. No one can drive her away. After all, the Queen Mother pities her pain of losing her son, so she takes extra care of her."
The old palace maid pinned two green hairpins to her temples, wondering why: "It's just that in the harem, this kind of pain is difficult to heal. It would be difficult for Mrs. Han to look away."
Baitao clasped her hands and looked at the snowman in the wind and snow, then looked back at the inner room where Queen Mother Huayang lived.
The Queen Mother Huayang was cruel, but she kept doing it.
She stepped forward, "What's the matter? You let me enlighten her."
The ends of the old palace maid's eyes seemed to be pressed into two nooses that were getting tighter and tighter.
Chengjiao's rebellion is a difficult matter, and it also involves the murky state affairs, and the current situation is fierce.
Even the Queen Mother Huayang had no way to deal with it and could only leave it in the cold. It was unlikely that a little girl could handle it easily.
She didn't say much, "Then I'll excuse you, little master."
Baitao went over holding an umbrella.
"But please stay a moment."
The old palace maid took out a seal from the tray of the little palace maid beside her, raised her hands high, lowered her head, and said incomprehensively, "Please, little master, bring this to King Qin. This is the Queen Mother's wish. King Qin will You can tell just by looking.”
Baitao took it without looking at it, and stuffed it into the inner sleeve of the cloak.
She held the umbrella and continued walking forward, "Okay, I understand."
The door was already open, but Feifei Yuxue tried her best to blur people's sight. When Baitao walked up to the kneeling Mrs. Han.
Mrs. Han looked like an old man in her twilight years. It took her a while to realize that it was her, "Where is the Queen Mother? Why doesn't the Queen Mother come to see me?"
Baitao stood still and didn't move.
"Who do you think you are? You are just an orphan girl from the Kingdom of Zhao. Get out of the way! I want to see the Queen Mother, I want to see the Queen Mother!"
Mrs. Han's legs were so numb that she couldn't feel anything. She stared and crawled towards Liyang Palace.
Several eunuchs stopped her, "Mrs. Han, the Queen Mother has an order not to trespass."
"I want to see the Queen Mother!"
Mrs. Han let out a scream as pitiful as a solitary vulture, "Queen Mother, it's Chengjiao. Chengjiao entrusted me with dreams. He was crying, he was wronged, wronged -"
Baitao blinked lightly, her long and curly eyelashes casting shadows under her eyes. She pulled off King Qin's jade pendant from her waist, "I don't know, if the Queen Mother doesn't see you, King Qin is qualified to see you."
"King Qin."
The blood on Mrs. Han's body was frozen into ice layer by layer, starting from the spine and going down.
She looked at the eagle-shaped jade pendant in her hand, her eyes red, "He is the King of Qin and he can't tolerate it. He can't tolerate my son. He has killed his brothers and sisters and is so cruel and violent. He is not worthy of being the king of Qin. Sooner or later he will receive retribution." , he will be punished!"
"Retribution, hahahaha"
The woman cried and laughed in the wind and snow, and the horrifying sounds flowed in the palace, piercing Baitao's mind from all directions.
Baitao pursed her lips and said, "You think Cheng Jiao was harmed by King Qin, so you hate him."
"I hate it, of course I hate it! I can't wait to eat his flesh, gnaw his skin, crush his bones and spread his ashes." Madam Han stared at her fiercely, "I will curse him for eternity! Eternity! Eternity!"
"But my Chengjiao, my Chengjiao. Can he come back?"
Mrs. Han stretched out her cold and red hands to pull away the snow on the ground, "Chengjiao, Chengjiao, where are you? Mother, mother is here. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Several of the eunuchs standing at the entrance of Yueyang Palace had red eyes and felt pity for the mother's plight.
Mercy?
However, most of the poor people in this world are just bringing their own faults.
Baitao said slowly: "You think it was King Qin who was sorry for you, and it was him who harmed your son."
Most everyone was thinking so. King Qin was placed on the tip of the tongue in a Xianyang wine shop and swayed wildly, and he seemed to have become a cruel king.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's not cold underground." She was still digging in the snow.
Baitao said word by word: "Actually, it was not King Qin, nor anyone else. It was you who harmed Cheng Jiao. Mrs. Han, you are the executioner raised high."
Mrs. Han suddenly raised her head, "What nonsense are you talking about! He is my son, my flesh and blood, he is my everything, he is my everything! You don't know the mother's deep love for her son, and you are still talking nonsense here!"
Baitao imitated Brother Zheng's tone, obviously speaking very slowly, but as sharp as the tip of a knife: "Mrs. Han, do you still remember four years ago?"
Mrs. Han dug her fingertips into the jade slab and said, "Four years ago..."
"At that time, you and the Queen Mother Xia took Cheng Jiao with them to sail to Korea. Within half a month, the King of Han gave up hundreds of miles of land to Qin without blinking an eye. Cheng Jiao obtained hundreds of miles of Korea without spending a single soldier. He was named the Lord of Chang'an in the land where he lived. He was only fifteen years old at that time. The generals in Xianyang City looked at how young and prosperous he was. Cheng Jiao probably thought that all the difficulties in the world were due to him. As expected."
Baitao remembers it clearly.
After Cheng Jiao made great achievements, the Korean faction held a grand celebration in the Xianyang Palace wine shop, and they were very proud.
Even when Cheng Jiao entered the palace, his tone towards Brother Zheng was quite disrespectful.
She said slowly: "I remember there is an old saying in the world, no merit will be rewarded. If Cheng Jiao has made great contributions to the Qin State, and he has gained hundreds of miles of land, he is named the Lord of Chang'an. What kind of contribution has Cheng Jiao done to South Korea?" Is the King of Han willing to give up hundreds of miles of land?"
Mrs. Han's face turned pale: "I am the daughter of King Han, and Cheng Jiao is his grandson. It's just a hundred miles of land. Why shouldn't he give it to his grandson?"
Bai Tao's lips curled up and she smiled brightly: "The King of Han probably thinks so too. He thinks that the orthodox bloodline of the Qin Kingdom also belongs to his Korean royal family."
"you"
Good mouth!
Mrs. Han pinched her fingertips into the palm of her hand, unable to utter a single word of defense.
Baitao moved the topic away again, "Later, the Queen Mother Xia died. There is no need to be afraid of throwing a rat into a trap. You also noticed that the road you paved to become a dragon became more and more difficult."
She said lightly, "Until Zhao Ji suppressed you repeatedly in the palace."
Mrs. Han said bitterly: "That pair of whores and wild sons, Cheng Jiao and he are filial, and that's why they were forced to take this path."
"But when Zhao Ji suppresses you, even if she is the Queen Mother Bingzheng, you can resist in many ways."
Mrs. Han’s heart skipped a beat.
"Your foundation in the harem does not need to be weak by Zhao Ji. Behind you are the Han clan, and the Queen Mother Huayang who loves Cheng Jiao and loves you. You are the widow of the late king, and King Qin also respects you. No matter how hard Zhao Ji suppresses you, , you were in a situation where you had to go back to the palace to look after you as a dragon without enough food and clothing, but you didn’t. You allowed Zhao Ji to insult you, you allowed your subordinates to be expelled, and you regarded yourself as a tragic person. Orphan mother, you desperately want to inspire Chengjiao to work hard and go towards the path you want."
Baitao cut into her heart one by one without mercy, "What kind of way is that? The supreme way, the royal way."
But under the king's rule, there are so many bones.
Is it possible for Cheng Jiao, who is full of blood and energy and thinks he is invincible after taking over hundreds of miles of land, to be able to walk away?
Mrs. Han's fig leaf was torn off and she froze on the spot.
Baitao held up the umbrella and walked forward, no longer looking at her: "The one who killed Chengjiao was you, the mother who Yin Yin longed for."
"ah--"
Mrs. Han roared heartbreakingly, with blood and tears in her eyes: "That throne is my Jiao'er, it belongs to Jiao'er, I just want to take back everything that belongs to Jiao'er, what's wrong with me, what have I done wrong? !ah!"
(End of chapter)
