Gan Luo, a twelve-year-old child prodigy, was injured for no reason in the Qin Palace. After returning home, he hung up his clothes and held a funeral.
"Oh, it's such a pity. Such a smart person can be easily injured even if he is precocious."
After receiving the message from outside the palace, Rui'er was still feeling emotional. She brought a lacquer plate and said to Bai Tao, "It's better to be smart than to be clumsy. Fortunately, I'm stupid, otherwise I wouldn't have lived long."
Baitao knew that she was hiding her clumsiness, but did not expose her.
"My slave actually has a younger brother, who is already twelve years old this year."
Rui'er said softly, "But he is not as powerful as Lord Gan Luo. Lord Gan Luo persuaded General Zhang Tang, who was afraid of death, to go to Yan, and detained Prince Dan of Yan State as a hostage in Qin State, and enabled Qin State to obtain more than a dozen buildings without any effort. The city, and the title of minister, the fields, houses, shops and other meritorious deeds awarded by the king are all things that slaves can't beat their own brothers several times, but they can't get it back."
Baitao couldn't help being amused, "Don't hit me either. There is a saying that goes well, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you."
Rui'er sighed and said, "The eldest brother is the backbone of the family. Who doesn't want to become a talented person? I want you to tell me, Lord Ganluo has become famous. How many young students in Xianyang City will be picked up and beaten? How can you patronize a slave?"
Her words have two meanings.
Baitao was not stupid either. He poked a piece of mutton and dipped it in the pepper noodles.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Rui'er didn't take the initiative to intervene, but served her skillfully, "Little Master——"
Putting the mutton into his mouth, Baitao chewed and said, "What's the matter with your brother?"
Rui'er also knew that she was most annoyed by roundabout ways, so she took two steps back and knelt down and said, "My young master is so smart that I don't dare to deceive him."
"It's true that my younger brother is twelve years old and has just reached the critical stage. Now is the time to find a good husband. It's a pity that I went to the palace of Qin to work as a slave and my brother is just a commoner."
"Because of these status considerations, no matter how hardworking and intelligent my brother is, the good gentleman will not look down on him. I am favored by my young master, and all the rewards I received were spent on him attending private school, but even so..."
"This slave is really helpless!"
She kowtowed violently, "I just want him to be able to make a difference. He is a man. Unlike women like me, I just want him to make a career in the world."
Baitao was puzzled: "Is there any difference between men and women?"
"this"
Rui'er hesitated for a moment and replied, "Men narrowly escape death on the battlefield, shed their blood, and have to do hard labor. Men do the hard work of Guixincheng Dan. The situation is more difficult, and the future is naturally different."
Baitao swallowed the mutton and digested her meaning.
From what she said, we learned that her family sent her to the palace as a slave just to help her younger brother go to private school.
Baitao nodded, "I will help you. When brother Zheng comes back, I will let him issue the decree."
Rui'er said: "My little master, you don't need your Majesty to take action on such a trivial matter. No one in the Qin Palace knows that you are the future."
She bit her tongue on the last two words, "Anyway, what you mean is your will, and no one dares to disobey it."
Baitao doesn't like her a little now, she's secretive and convoluted.
But who among mortals doesn't live like this, let alone live in this unpredictable and deep palace.
You can't always force others to live their lives the way you like.
Bai Taoying pursed her lips slightly, got up and went to the study, spread out her pen and ink, and wrote down a few large characters.
When Rui'er received this letter, she cried with gratitude and knelt down and said, "I have thanked my young master. If my brother really succeeds in becoming a talented person, he will be encouraged by my young master and I will not give up even if I die!"
"Go ahead."
Baitao waved her away.
It was already dark outside at this time, the moon was bright, the stars were far away, and the shadows were blurry. It was already late autumn and the sun was shining brightly.
Baitao looked at the time, put on her crimson tapestry cloak, and walked away carrying a bamboo basket filled with spicy soup.
Government Hall.
Along the way, she buried her little face in the mink fur, her eyes as dazed as ripples of light.
Everyone in the palace was performing their duties, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
They don't know yet that there is a five-thousand-year-old snake demon in the palace.
"I have met my young master." The guard on duty at the door raised his spear and knelt down on one knee to salute her.
The lights were brightly lit inside, and I saw that King Qin was still approving documents.
Baitao said softly, "Well, I want to find you, Your Majesty."
The guard did not dare to stop her, so he opened the door for her. Baitao walked in, took off her cloak and handed it to the old palace maid. The old palace maid's voice was as light as foam, "Your Majesty received the ministers this afternoon and is currently approving documents. I took a ruler and measured it, and it’s still three inches away, so I guess it’s almost there.”
Baitao knew that Brother Zheng was extremely goal-oriented and diligent, but he didn't sleep all night, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried, "I know."
The old palace maid stepped back: "Oh."
There was silence inside, except for the sound of her walking footsteps. Baitao saw that Ying Zheng was buried in a mountain of affairs and did not realize that she had come to him.
Baitao opened the basket and took out a bowl of hot spicy pepper soup, "Drink some soup, brother Zheng."
Ying Zheng's long eyelashes trembled, his fingertips holding the pen paused, and he turned his head and realized it was her, "Taotao?"
"It's me."
Baitao felt that he was so confused that he couldn't even recognize him when he approved the paperwork.
He put down what he was doing and seemed to only have eyes for her, "Except when necessary, Taotao rarely comes to this palace."
Baitao: "."
It seems so.
She pushed the spicy soup rather guiltily and said, "The soup is here. Brother Zheng, do you want to drink it?"
"Did Taotao cook it by herself?" The curve of Ying Zheng's lips curved up slowly.
Baitao: "."
How could this be the soup she made with her own hands? If she could make soup. If she could make soup.
No, no, no, it's impossible.
She pulled the spicy soup back, "Then don't drink it, I'll take it back, huh."
Ying Zheng circled her wrist and said, "Don't leave."
"Then will you drink?"
"drink."
Without saying a word, he picked up the bowl. His Adam's apple rolled and he drank it. He showed her the empty bowl and said, "How can I not drink the soup you gave me? Besides, I need a bowl of spicy soup to wake me up now. It’s just right.”
"That's good."
Bai Tao Fox's tail was almost raised slightly. She sat next to him and said, "You go ahead and approve the essays. I will watch you here and won't leave if you don't disturb me. I'm very good."
A smile appeared on Ying Zheng's lips, "Okay."
Seeing that it was getting late, he waved his heavy royal robe and began to hurriedly approve documents.
The hand holding the pen is long and well-defined, the ends of his narrow eyes seem to be blurred by a stroke of ink, and his lips are thin. When he is not smiling, he always feels inaccessible and obscure.
Baitao tilted her head and looked at his profile.
In fact, she has known him for several years, but sometimes she doesn't understand him very well.
But I just think he is very good.
Remember all the good things about him are different from others.
He is often as cold as ice mixed with ice to others, but he is as gentle as warm water to himself.
The only exception.
If time could go back a few years to when Baitao was practicing in Zishan, Baitao would be happy to meet him.
Even if the big demon plots evil in Qin Palace this time, she can protect him by his side. Even if he dies, Baitao feels that it doesn't matter. She just feels a little sorry for her brother, who has raised her for more than a hundred years.
She is only a hundred years old when she is a demon with five thousand years of experience. How can she defeat him if he really confronts him?
Almost certain death.
Thinking about it, Baitao's eyes were filled with tears, and her heart was filled with infinite sentimentality.
As soon as Ying Zheng finished approving the last volume, he saw the girl's eyes filled with tears. He came over and wiped her tears with his fingertips, "What's wrong?
? "
It doesn't matter if I wipe it off. The more I wipe it off, the more my tears will fall away.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Baitao lay fragilely in his arms, hugging his neck tightly and cried, "I feel that I am very greedy. I want this to be good, and I want that to be good, and I also want that there will never be worries and worries in this world. distressed."
It would be great if time passed by like water without any twists and turns.
Her tears were dripping on Ying Zheng's neck. He had never seen her cry so sadly. "What worries and worries are there? Is it your brother's business?"
When she first entered the Qin Palace, Baitao always took her pillow and ran to his bed to cry because of her brother's affairs. At that time, she burst into tears and cried so much that any relief was in vain for her.
Ying Zheng could only comfort her little by little, hug her tightly, and gradually piece her together into a lively and cheerful white peach.
Baitao didn't answer this time.
She just clung to his clothes tightly, innocently dependent like a little animal.
It was a little thing that he kept by his side and raised.
Ying Zheng did not allow her to have any private worries. He raised his hand and patted her thin back, as always, "Taotao, tell me."
Baitao kept sobbing, "I just feel sad. I want Brother Zheng to give me a hug. Give me a hug and I will feel better. Hiccup... get better."
Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, brushed his cool lips against her earlobe, and kissed her little by little on her eyelashes covered with small drops of water.
"Itchy-" Baitao said with a trembling voice.
"Are you still crying?"
Baitao sobbed and said, "It's too much. Why do you even control me when I cry?" She bit her lower lip slightly, "Don't worry about people."
He pulled his sleeves to wipe her tears again, "I am a master of others. I care about you sleeping, eating, and crying. Do you still cry after caring about you?"
"Stop crying." Baitao lay on his broad chest, "Your tears have been wiped away, so why are you crying?"
Ying Zheng lifted her up and hugged her, "Since I won't cry anymore, I'll stay in the widow's palace tonight, okay?"
"Um, okay."
In fact, Baitao wanted to tell him about going to see Aunt Zhao, but her mood collapsed for a while and she didn't think about it.
After Gan Luo died, she thought about it and felt that the purpose of the snake demon was unknown, but it had not hurt Brother Zheng yet, which meant that Brother Zheng was safe for the time being.
But Aunt Zhao is his mother, and it's worth taking the risk to find out how Aunt Zhao is doing now.
But it was too late now, and he hadn't slept all night. Brother Zheng was more important. She felt a little sorry for Aunt Zhao. She only heard the palace maid say that Aunt Zhao looked good now, and she felt a little at ease.
The goblin probably wouldn't hurt such a beautiful Aunt Zhao, right?
While Baitao was struggling, Ying Zheng knelt down and took off her shoes and socks, taking care of her as he did when he was a child. He put her inside and rolled up the quilt, then patted her back gently: "Go to sleep, don't think so much, I'm here."
Baitao raised her head and kissed his cheek, then adjusted into a comfortable position under his arms: "Yes."
