no answer.
Zhao Ji felt a moment of moisture on her face. She raised her hand to wipe it and looked at the lipstick remaining in her fingertips. "Is it makeup?"
The hall was as quiet as dead water.
"Where's Buwei? Why hasn't he come yet?"
She asked herself this question over and over again, throwing all thoughts behind her. Her mind was filled with thoughts of whether Buwei wouldn't like it, whether Buwei wouldn't like it, and whether Buwei wouldn't like it.
Lu Buwei Lu Buwei Lu Buwei.
If he smiles more, she will be happier; if he gets tired, she will be in a state of panic all day long.
Zhao Ji was eager to dress herself up, just like a weak clam eager to put on a hard shell, and shouted hoarsely: "Mother Sun, Grandma Sun."
Grandma Sun was not there, and there were footsteps outside. The footsteps were heavy and firm, not like those of a palace maid but that of a man.
Could it be that if it's a man, it's Buwei's?
No, no, no. Zhao Ji immediately denied it.
His steps were light and gentle, and his demeanor was upright and noble.
Zhao Ji clutched the quilt tightly. Was that the person Buwei sent to the palace to deliver the message? What will be written in the letter.
Can you write that you promised to marry her?
Then why didn't he come back and tell him in person, is he really so busy? I'm so busy that I can't even take time off from the important matters of marriage.
Zhao Ji felt disappointed and filled with endless anticipation. She stood up suddenly, but she didn't expect that her steps were shaky and she staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Someone came in.
But he is not a man. His lower jaw is smooth and hairless, which cannot be shaved with the best razor. He is wearing the clothes of a chamberlain, but he has a head of eye-catching red hair, and he is extremely tall.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Ji felt that this man had a strange life and looked behind him, "You are not from Buwei's mansion. Who are you? Where is Buwei?"
Lao Ai lowered her eyes and looked at the mother of the Human Emperor. She stretched out her long, scarlet tongue and licked her lips, leaving a circle of sticky liquid still ticking.
Her scalp was numb from the shock. Zhao Ji was trembling and frightened: "Get away, get away quickly, the Ai family is looking for Buwei, who are you?"
She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Someone, come quickly!"
It was as quiet as death outside.
Lao Ai's throat kept making subtle hisses, and the snake's eyes glowed red. Behind him, there was a big python with a bloody mouth and fangs, circling around.
He imitated Lu Buwei's accent: "Zhao Ji."
Zhao Ji was dizzy for a while, her pupils gradually became blurred, and her surroundings seemed to become foggy. She was standing on the singing stage, and the hall below was full of people. She looked at a large group of dark people with blurred faces, scattered with copper coins and gold. Flying up: "Color! Color! Color!"
"The number one prostitute in HD, she is really charming!"
"One more song, one more song."
"You sing so well hahaha, I don't know how to sing in bed!"
"With such a good voice, the screams are ecstatic."
The earth-shattering obscene words and the unpleasant smell of money hit Zhao Ji's body, causing pain.
But the girl-like Zhao Ji is just an insignificant ant, and Mamasang next to her is still trying to estimate a good price for her from the prostitute.
The only thing she could do was to smile with a dazzling look on her face. She smiled innocently and romantically. This was the best look that could make a man feel compassionate.
Zhao Ji couldn't make the decision, so she could only follow the flow, hoping that God would appreciate her and give her a good destination.
Her destination falls on the bodies of businessmen from inside and outside HD.
Lu Buwei, the world's best businessman with vast wealth and extensive knowledge.
He sat calmly in the guest seat, and when he saw her frightened on the stage, he showed a smile.
His temperament is really outstanding. If she can get the rewarded attention of such a man, Zhao Ji should try her best to capture his heart with a pair of lustful eyes, but she has a warm face. His ears were burning and he was speechless.
Lu Buwei bought her.
As wished.
Zhao Ji became his person as she wished, but how could she say she got her wish if she had just met him once.
But Zhao Ji just felt that just one look, just one look, was worth everything.
The high hall, the wide mansion, the green tiles and the red eaves are the houses where he lives.
Outstanding in talent and eloquent, he is a friend of his.
Zhao Ji just walked into his world. There was no such thing as Mamasang's endless flesh-and-blood methods, but despite this, Zhao Ji still felt uneasy.
The reason is that he doesn't really want her.
This made her feel that even her only good voice was weak in front of him.
So she seduce him like a truly despicable prostitute, using what she has learned throughout her life. What she has learned is to attach herself to a man. If he doesn't attach her to her, everything will be over.
Lu Buwei's clear-cut face was reflected under the window, and her kiss fell on his lips.
That night, she gave herself completely to him.
Maybe it was his pity, but she really got this pity. No matter what, this was enough for Zhao Ji.
That night, and another night.
He would often make a cup of Gu wine, sit in a quiet corner and play the harp, and he agreed to accompany her.
Zhao Ji knelt down beside him and sang, her melodious singing accompanied by the sound of his piano, from the trees in the south to the beauties, from the southern and northern tunes to the soft words of Wu Nong.
If he wants, Zhao Ji will sing him a lifelong love song.
This is where she belongs, her God.
But one day when Ying Yiren arrived, her destination was gone and the sky fell. Even though she was charming and charming, he didn't miss her at all.
He gave her away like a commodity he had bought to appraise.
"Bu Wei, Bu Wei, you are so cruel!"
Zhao Ji's pupils were bright and her voice was like a cuckoo weeping blood.
Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. This memory was like torture in hell, almost disintegrating her into pieces.
After Lao Ai finished rummaging through the poor woman's memories, she spat out a red mist from her thin mouth and gloomily imitated Lu Buwei's accent, "There are trees in the south."
"Don't stop thinking." Zhao Ji threw herself into "his" arms, as if all the hustle and bustle had gone, "Buwei, you still remember, you still remember, as long as you want to listen, you like to listen, Zhao Shu will keep singing. , until death.”
Immediately afterwards, she was afraid that he would not think about it, so she opened her voice and said softly: "There are trees in the south, so you can't stop thinking about them. There are wandering girls in the Han Dynasty, so you can't think about them. The Han Dynasty is so vast that you can't think about it; the river is eternal. It’s incredible.”
There are trees in the south, but no, don’t think about it.
The singing in the Empress Dowager Zhao's palace rang all night, night after night.
Singing until I was vomiting and laughing, then it started to sound like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.
None of the palace maids or chambermaids on duty outside the door broke in. Everything here seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible chess players, making the place a prison.
The Queen Mother Palace and Qin Palace are very close to each other.
Baitao stood on the Guhong Terrace in Lishan Mountain, looking at the green tiles and red eaves on the Queen Mother's Palace, and felt that there was a faint evil spirit coming from it.
There was a cluster of eyebrows on the tip of her eyebrows, and she had a bad premonition.
This bad premonition did not come from the evil spirit, but why she only realized it now that she was standing at the hundred-foot-high Guhong Terrace.
There is no doubt that this demon's cultivation level is not low, even higher than hers.
Ying Zheng was shooting Gu Hong vigorously beside her, pushing the bow with his left shoulder as hard as his right shoulder.
After shooting three wild geese, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Baitao in a daze, completely unaware of his heroic appearance just now.
He pursed his lips: "Taotao, what are you thinking about?"
"Oh, I was thinking..."
More than a hundred feet in the air, overlooking the vast mountains and rivers below.
The mountains are several shades of ink, and the water is the strokes of clear water dipped in the pen, like waterfalls hanging in the air, banging for thousands of miles, peaks and mountains, green mountains floating on the water, and wild geese flying across the sky.
The extremely shocking mountains and rivers and the country are thus outlined.
Baitao's eyes drooped, but she didn't lie to him, "The scenery in this place is really beautiful."
"This is just Qin."
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, "When I unify the six countries, the whole world will be trampled under my feet. By then, I will enjoy the mountains and rivers with Taotao."
Baitao understood his ambitions, but now a big demon came out, and maybe he answered the mountain ghost's prediction. She tugged at the hem of his clothes a little depressed, "Brother Zheng, I don't want to continue hunting anymore."
"Tired?"
"I want to go back."
The fox's lair was about to be stolen, and he even sneaked into Aunt Zhao's place.
How could Baitao not be anxious, "I want to go back to the palace. I don't like it here. Brother Zheng, okay?"
No one can resist the little fox's coquettish behavior.
Ying Zheng raised his arms and threw the bow and arrow to the Qin soldiers beside him. He squeezed her face and said, "Okay, I will go back to the palace with you later. Are you hungry? Go down and eat something to fill your stomach."
Baitao also knew that such a strong demonic aura could not be created in a day, so she could not be impatient and said dullly: "Yeah."
The wooden lifting platform underneath rose, and after a sound of chains rubbing together, Ying Zheng and her landed on the ground.
The two brothers Meng Tian and Meng Yi were acting as guards on the ground. When they saw Ying Zheng holding Baitao in his arms, they were still young after all, in their twenties, so they turned their eyes away and pretended not to notice.
Ying Zheng took it calmly: "Go kill some fat pheasants."
"Yes!" Meng Tian and Mengyi clasped their fists, turned and left with steps.
Stepping on the soft green grass and bathing in the fresh and fragrant fragrance of Lishan Mountain, Ying Zheng held Baitao's hand and walked through the rugged mountain road.
A leather tent suddenly appeared in front of them, and an elk was still gnawing grass with its head down, very leisurely.
Ying Zheng wanted to spend such rare free time with Baitao.
Baitao saw that Si BuCang was about to eat up all the grass next to the tent, so he quickly called over: "Si BuCi, come here quickly."
When the elk heard its owner calling it, it snorted twice and came over with high hooves. Baitao stretched out his hand and touched its neck, while Ying Zheng lowered his hand and touched its antlers.
Baitao turned her head to look at Ying Zheng.
She saw that his side face was decorated by the landscape, which seemed to leave a fairy shadow in the sky and the earth. She said, "Is this deer good?"
"good."
"Come over and see it often, and you can have feelings for it. If you have feelings for it, you can be friends, just like I am a good friend with you."
"You and I are just friends?"
This was the second time he asked. Baitao pulled his sleeve and said, "They are good friends."
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Ying Zheng no longer wanted to correct her mistake. Anyway, Baitao had been raised by her for eight years. Those who were raised by him were his. "Do you have any other good friends?"
Baitao said: "No, you are the only good friend."
The girl does not wear makeup, but she is so charming and lovely, which makes people secretly admire the magic of heaven and earth's creation.
Ying Zheng bent down and sucked her lips, sometimes becoming more and more affectionate, "Can I kiss a good friend?"
Baitao took the initiative to give him a sip, her eyebrows curved: "Okay, you are a good friend."
Ying Zheng sighed with emotion, but he didn't ask any more questions. He said to the northwest: "Stop hiding, come out."
The grass rustled, and two brothers, Meng Tian and Mengyi, emerged from it.
Their hunting was just a matter of three times, five times and five times two. Now they were holding two plucked chickens in each hand. They bumped into the king and the girl talking about love. They were also a little embarrassed, "Your Majesty. Your Majesty."
Ying Zheng lowered his eyes to look at Baitao, and saw that Baitao's eyes were round and round, and his pupils only reflected the chickens flying all over the sky.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and said to the two brothers, "Go set up a bonfire and torture them."
"yes!"
Meng Tian and Meng Yi felt relieved and quickly got to work.
The fire was set up and crackling with embers, and the roasted chicken was spinning on the sharpened wooden frame. The two brothers, Meng Yi and Meng Tian, watched the roasted chicken intently, wishing they could see a few holes.
Her white peach and black hair spread out, lying softly on Ying Zheng's lap.
Ying Zheng's slender jade-like fingers stroked her hair one after another, which also smoothed away the anxiety in Baitao's heart. Baitao narrowed his eyes and felt the hair and quilt being smoothed down extremely comfortably.
"Why don't you lose your hair?" Ying Zhengcai picked out three strands of her long hair and asked.
Baitao wondered why he asked, "Should I lose my hair?"
He was silent, wrapped three strands of her hair around his fingertips, and said, "Shouldn't Taotao lose her hair?"
Humph, childish devil.
Baitao didn't want to play such a little game with him, so she opened her mouth and bit his fingertip.
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, pulled out his fingertips, and touched her lips with his slightly cool lips, "Taotao, don't seduce me."
Next to them, Meng Tian and Meng Yi, two talented men from Jiang Shuai who were both born in the Meng family, had such sharp ears and eyes that they were as solid as stone sculptures.
If you look closely, their upper bodies are slightly turned away, completely facing away from each other.
Baitao was still playing with Ying Zheng and kissing her. She found that after every kiss, his deep starry eyes shone like crystals, and there were soft ripples at the corners of his mouth.
"Okay, no more kissing." Baitao felt a little tired, so she kissed him on the cheek to end it. Ying Zheng also relaxed and said to Meng Tian and Mengyi, "Are you still okay?"
"Go back, come back to your Majesty, it's already baked."
Meng Tian had a strong appearance, and his voice was thunderous and full of energy. He turned around and presented the roast chicken that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside without any sloppiness in his movements.
Ying Zheng took it, looked at the greedy Baitao next to him, raised his long eyelashes and said, "It's hot."
"I know." Bai Taote wanted to flick her tail, but she still lay on him and waited for him to feed her.
Ying Zheng gracefully tore off a piece of chicken, stuffed it into her mouth, and said to Meng Tian and Mengyi, "You are all my childhood playmates. In the blink of an eye, four or five years have passed. I am busy with political affairs and have not had time to reminisce about the past."
Meng Yi said bluntly: "The king serves the country and the people, which is the blessing of the Qin Dynasty."
Meng Tian placed a jar of Lanling wine and three pottery bowls from the side. As the wine was fragrant, he said sonorously: "Yes, for the sake of the Qin State, your Majesty does not need to mess with our ministers."
Meng family members have been famous generals for several generations, and the two brothers Meng Yi and Meng Tian are even more high-spirited, heroic and talented.
The most important thing is the bravery and loyalty. Having them in Qin State is the real backbone that can support it.
Baitao vaguely knew that Brother Zheng was trying to win over the two of them, so he behaved even more obediently.
Ying Zheng fed the white peach with a twinkle in his eye, "Don't be so formal. Now you and I are no longer monarchs and ministers, but just ordinary friends having a picnic. We can talk about the mountains and rivers as much as we want."
Meng Yi said loudly: "Yes!"
Meng Tian picked up the bowl of Lanling wine and handed it to Ying Zheng, "Your Majesty, if you don't drink alcohol during a picnic, what's the point of just chewing meat? Your Majesty, come here, our brothers respect you."
Ying Zheng also smiled heartily and clinked the bowls, "Come on! Do it!"
His throat rolled a few times, and the bowl in his hand reached the bottom. Meng Tian and Meng Yi swallowed it all in one breath. Meng Yi said, "Lanling wine is really good."
Meng Tian clapped his legs and said: "Full and long, mellow and deep, refreshing to the core. I also heard that Xun Sheng, a great Confucian and Legalist in the world, was willing to be a small magistrate of Lanling County in order to taste such fine wines from time to time. This shows that this fine wine The beauty of it.”
Ying Zheng is also a good drinker.
But usually he just tasted it briefly. With such a huge view and the beautiful woman in his arms, he raised the wine and said, "One tael of wine is worth a hundred gold, but friendship is priceless."
"For your Majesty's sake, do it!"
Meng Yi and Meng Tian roared in unison, and both drank. Within a moment, their faces were flushed, their breathing was short, and they were staring in confusion.
Ying Zheng asked at the right time, "You just mentioned Xunzi, the great Confucian and Legalist. He integrated the two schools of Legalism and Confucianism. Legalism and Confucianism have been in conflict since ancient times. So who do you think is better between Legalism and Confucianism?"
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