"That throne belongs to my Jiao'er—"
Mrs. Han let out her last cry, as if all her soul had been abandoned and shriveled into a hollow rice husk. She was so angry that she spit out a large mouthful of blood.
He fell to the ground hoarsely.
He could force a woman who was cautious at every step to say such treasonous words.
The old palace maid's eyebrows twitched, and she felt a little admiration when she saw the girl holding an umbrella and leaving without touching her body.
Approaching the Yueyang Palace, Queen Mother Huayang was still praying with her eyes closed. The old palace maid told her everything about what had just happened, "That little kid is really powerful. What Mrs. Han said is enough to kill everyone." clan.”
"The old woman is not deaf. You can hear the wind blowing in this palace no matter where you go. That little girl... can force people to do this. How can she not be defending the King of Qin? You order some people to imprison Mrs. Han directly to save her life. good."
Old palace maid: "Yes."
Mrs. Huayang picked up the bamboo tube, shook it, and drew a lot. When she saw the words engraved on it, her eyes turned around. She added that the bamboo pieces inserted into the bamboo charcoal were "worthy of the King of Qin, and able to hold down her fortune."
Baitao stepped down the jade steps.
The wind and snow were left behind.
In the wind and snow ahead, a figure wearing a large cloak is depicted. He is holding a tung oil umbrella, waiting for her.
In the deep palace of swallowing bones and dying, if there is someone who can always wait for you where you are, it is nothing more than the clear sunshine outside, shining on the snow, melting in the top of your heart.
A little, a little.
Dissolve slowly.
He has long eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips, and he has a strong spirit of his own. "What did Mrs. Huayang say to you?"
Baitao held an umbrella and walked side by side with him, "and said some fascinating things."
"Well, are you cold?" Ying Zheng didn't ask any further questions and went to hold her hand.
But Baitao stubbornly hid one hand and was still one step behind: "Don't hold me, I'm not young anymore, and it's not like I had short legs a few years ago. At that time, I couldn't walk safely in the snow."
Ying Zheng's expression remained calm, but his actions were unquestionable.
Just pick her up.
Baitao was still stepping on Huanshi with his big footprints, and suddenly bumped into his arms. She frowned and said: "It hurts, it hurts, you hit me."
The girl was as delicate as a porcelain figure, untouchable and untouchable.
Ying Zheng's heart became as soft as cloth: "What's wrong? It hurts somewhere."
Baitao touched again and again, took out a seal from the lining of the deerskin cloak, and muttered: "It's all my fault. You hugged me and you just hit me."
seal.
He took it.
Engraved on it is the totem of the Qin State, a majestic falcon, but after unscrewing it, a sacred bird is engraved inside.
"In front of the dragon, behind the scales, snake's neck, fish's tail, stork's throat, mandarin duck's thoughts, dragon's writing, fish's back, swallow's jaw, chicken's beak."
Ying Zheng's eyes were dark and he looked at it carefully and said, "The Chu man Xie Guanzi's "Xie Guanzi" once said, 'The phoenix is a bird of fire and the essence of the sun.'"
Baitao took a breath: "Many people in Chu state worship the phoenix as the sacred bird. This is the phoenix seal."
What else could Mrs. Huayang mean by voluntarily handing over the Phoenix Seal?
Nothing more than——
It's nothing more than taking the initiative to withdraw from this conspiracy whirlpool of persuasion, but it's really a bit surprising to do it in this way.
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Taotao, what exactly did you and the Queen Mother Huayang say?"
"It's just some nonsense"
Baitao felt a little guilty. After all, he couldn't say that she was disrespectful to his grandmother, so he could still talk to his grandmother fiercely.
She stumbled and said, "I just asked a few questions and I said yes, and she said yes too."
Ying Zheng's sharp eyes can see through any disturbance in the court, let alone the people around him who get along day and night.
Seeing that she refused to say anything, he didn't ask any questions and just held her hand: "If you don't want to tell me, don't tell me. I have to thank Taotao for telling me this."
If Mrs. Huayang is willing to delegate power, Qin will be able to reduce a lot of turmoil.
Baitao scratched his palm and said, "Well, you're welcome. I also hit him by mistake."
Ying Zheng smiled brightly: "Yeah."
"I just went to the Yueyang Palace of Queen Mother Huayang and saw a patch of red flowers on the road. What kind of flowers are they?"
"That's a plum blossom."
"It really looks like it to me."
"like what?"
"picture"
My paw prints.
*
The plum blossoms in the corner bloom alone in the freezing cold. One tree is stacked on top of another, one petal is blown by the wind, and it is a beautiful sight that dazzles the eyes in the ice and snow.
But for others, this winter has been extremely long and difficult.
Not only for the rich and well-fed nobles of Xianyang City, but also for the porters and civilian soldiers of Qin State.
The six months of deep winter lasted for half a year, not to mention that ordinary people did not store food at home, but in caves and grottoes.
There are so many snowstorms, mountain closures, rugged terrain, and even freezing and starvation.
This kind of chaos made everyone in Lao Qin panic-stricken and called it a "send from heaven".
Lu Buwei's memorial: Open the granary for disaster relief.
Ying Zheng: Refute.
At first glance, it seems that Lu Buwei has a kind heart and cares about the safety of the people. However, the Qin State established its country by law and has its own mature system, which is not something that an outside minister like him can tell.
Qin Fa has a saying: Treat disasters but not provide relief.
The Qin State relies on its military merits to stand on its own, and the people of the old Qin Dynasty take military merits as their pride. If they act in accordance with the orders of the prime minister and provide disaster relief for free, wouldn't it mean that those who have made meritorious deeds have no place to stand? Wouldn't it be true that the people of the old Qin Dynasty are striving to make progress? It fades, and the iron pestle-like Qin Fa is completely messed up.
Sui: Refute.
But this is not just a refutation, after all, the livelihood of the people is the foundation of the country's continuation. Ying Zheng only gave Li Si the full authority to issue the corresponding decree and lead the counties and counties to work together to build the collapsed houses, dredge the mountain roads, and weather the difficulties together.
But such a strange celestial phenomenon caused countless people to freeze to death and starve to death.
There are official records.
In the twenty-first year of the Qin Dynasty, there was heavy rain and snow, two feet and five inches deep, which was a very bad year.
The old Qin people who were almost suffocated by the severe winter finally ushered in the beginning of spring. What awaited them was to turn over the soil, sow seeds, and welcome the new year.
As the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, and they all hope that the war will be reduced and that their wives, children, and children will be able to have a full bowl of rice at the end of this year.
My heart felt at ease, and the streets of Xianyang City were also flowing.
The movement of the crowd finally brought some vitality to Xianyang City.
However, a bunch of old Qin people who were holding bamboo baskets to buy new species are now holding their bamboo baskets and not moving.
Just because they noticed a strange-looking man in the crowd.
This man's bare feet are not afraid of freezing even if he steps on thin ice.
He was wearing an extremely strange robe. The robe was white but not white at all. It was a little dull and a little transparent, and it glowed with scales when illuminated by the sun.
picture.
Like nothing can be said.
In short, the man wearing this loose and strange robe has dark red hair that looks like dried blood, a smooth face without a trace of hair, and scarlet lips as if he has just sucked up blood.
He is extremely tall, a height that cannot be ignored at a glance.
It stands to reason that such a height would be a good candidate for fighting in the army, but when the old Qin people looked at his thin body, they all sighed.
What a pity.
Lao Qin, who was wearing coarse linen and cotton-padded clothes, was breathing hot air and chattering in Qin's language.
The man didn't care either and pretended he didn't hear anything.
He turned his eyes to look at a certain point, which was the Prime Minister's Mansion with sparkling carriages and horses.
There were two doormen in the same clothes standing in front of the house. They looked like two brothers. They were also talking about something and looked quite sad on their faces.
The man's eyes were round and bulging, bulging outward, and his eyes were red.
Two streets away, they began to slow down their movements and read their lips.
The two retainers of the Prime Minister's Mansion were Zuo Pi and You Xu.
Since the last time Lu Buwei taught them the task of finding talented people, they counted on their fingers and found that a long time had passed. The snow was about to melt, and they still hadn't found the right one.
"Ouch, when will I find it? It really makes me want to look at it."
The man hissed and stuck out his tongue. He was imitating Yousu's speech, and his accent was a bit strange and jerky.
"Do you remember there were three last time? It looked good to me, but you said you were going to ask a eunuch from the palace to test it to see if it would work. But when I pulled him over, he was so frightened that his two legs trembled. I accidentally jumped over the wall and ran away. Whatever you said you did, it was all ruined by your bad idea!"
This is imitating Zuo Pi, and his accent has begun to become smoother.
"What does it have to do with me? Why don't you just tell me in advance?"
You Pi was almost tilted up to the sky with a pair of needle holes in his head. Zuo Pi also had eye pain, "I know, how can I tell you?"
"Go to the palace and be a duck!" You Pi scratched his neck, already giving up on himself.
"Do whatever you want, do you want to do whatever you want? Are you so loud?"
Zuo Pi looked around and noticed an extremely eye-catching red-haired man on the opposite street, but he didn't pay much attention.
He covered his brother's mouth and said, "Can you please lower your voice? This is on the street, not in the eunuch's room!"
"Hmm."
You Pi broke away from his hand and said, "Keep your voice down. We brothers are just looking at duck products on the street every day. Are we going to be glorious? Just keep your voice down. If you want me to see it, just put up a notice. If you pay a lot of money, there will be no one to worry about." Come."
Zuo Pi's eyes hurt so much that his head hurt: "Let's get some facial expressions."
"Going to the palace to be a duck?"
Just as the two brothers were arguing, a cold voice sounded from next to them.
Zuo Pi was stunned when he saw the red-haired man who was just two streets away walking over.
He looks really strange, especially with his eye-catching red hair.
You Pi was also attracted by his hair color, but strange people and weirdos were not uncommon in Xianyang City.
You Pi put up his sleeves and said, "Yes, are you interested in this?"
Zuo Pi looked around, shook his head at his younger brother, and said, "Brother, please go, you are not suitable."
The red-haired man said: "You know I'm not suitable?"
You Pi said with a smile, raised his arm and patted it, "This is a strenuous job. Did you see that I, a literati holding a pen, am stronger than you? Look at your thin arms and legs, they are as strong as two poles. You It’s better to go home and eat more.”
The red-haired man looked at Zuo Pi from top to bottom again and repeated, "You know I'm not suitable?"
Zuo Pi said: "You and I are both men, why don't we say it openly, women are about deep pools and shallow pools, while men are about big and small. What we are looking for here is not only big, but also different. Look at you , you don’t even have the strength.”
The red-haired man frowned in disgust: "Mortals are short-sighted."
He took out a solid, round stone from the mouth of the stone beast next to him, which was a comfort for mortals to use to ward off evil spirits.
He curled his lips mockingly and squeezed it with his white palms. The stone instantly turned into powder and flew up in the wind.
"?"
Zuo Pi Youxu suspected that he had been blinded.
Immediately afterwards, he lifted the stone beast weighing a thousand gold with one hand, like picking up a feather: "Strength?"
Zuo Pi and his right beard were all dumbfounded again, and they couldn't help but look down at him, as if they were sizing up something.
You Xu touched his upper and lower lips and stuttered: "You, come with me first."
The red-haired man put down the stone beast and followed him in with a loud "bang" sound.
When passing by Zuo Pi, Zuo Pi smelled a strange smell, like the fishy smell in the soil, which faded after a while.
Zuo Pi sniffed, thinking that this strange man had been brought here by trekking from the deep mountains and old forests.
After the red-haired man walked in, he passed a stick of incense.
Two sticks of incense.
Three sticks of incense.
Zuo Pi got tired of waiting outside and gave up on selecting passers-by at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. He patted his clothes and walked in, but unexpectedly bumped into his younger brother.
"Ouch." Yousu rubbed his nose, the needles in his eyes seemed to be heavier than before.
Zuo Pi glanced at the red-haired man standing behind him and asked, "What's wrong? Is it strange?"
Youxu nodded as if it was difficult to say anything, and stretched out two fingers: "So, what do you think?"
"What kind."
Seeing that the deadline for the Prime Minister's recruitment was approaching, Zuo Pi was so anxious that he slapped his brother's head, then stretched out two fingers and turned them around: "Is this the length or the width?"
Youxu opened his lips twice, swallowed, and said with difficulty: "It's the quantity."
"What?!"
Now it was the calm brother's turn to jump, and Zuo Pi's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.
He turned his head sharply to look at the red-haired man, then pulled his brother's sleeve and walked aside, "Did you have a pinprick that made you look like a flower?"
Youxu closed his painful eyes for a moment, then opened them again, "That's right. I looked at two sticks of incense. Can't I count them?"
Zuo Pi didn't believe him. How could such a fantasy happen? He stretched out his hand and asked the red-haired man to go in again.
A long, long time.
Zuo Pi came out rubbing the eye of the needle, his lips still trembling: "It's just him."
(End of chapter)
