Yongcheng.
When Lao Ai returned to Yongcheng, she had already gone to Xianyang to deal with a group of mortal old antiques, but she was not in a good mood. She also saw snake carcasses all over the ground, which exploded like a volcano.
He had red hair and said proudly, "Who is it?!"
Being calculated.
He rolled his eyes, and the idea flashed into his mind immediately, a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain.
In front of him was a venomous snake as thick as the mouth of a bowl, snaking through the fallen leaves, crawling in front of Lao Ai and hissing: "They are two fairies. One of them can set fire, and he also broke into the place where you worship."
Snakes' sense of smell is not very sensitive and they can only sense temperature.
Lao Ai turned his snake eyes on himself to build a nine-story tower. The snake statue enshrined under him was his expectation for himself.
Only revered creatures can create human images. Mortals created Lord Shang's human image, and he can also create his own snake image.
Just respect.
Creatures worship the gods of all things, and there is no sin in worshiping them.
Lao Ai's snake body slid and swam into the underground palace.
The stone door inside did not have a key, because he was confident enough in his own strength that no one could break into this snake cave, and no one dared.
Only that little fox dared.
Lao Ai's snake teeth were almost broken.
He held his snake eyes and poked around the half-burnt dead snake on the ground next to him, still exuding the delicious smell of meat. His face was gradually covered with scales, and his head instantly swelled into a bloody mouth.
"Hiss——"
On the sun totem, the shadow of a thick red giant python was reflected. It was swallowing dead snakes scattered on the ground with its head hanging down.
The days are long, and I still need to taste some fox flavor in the future.
Lao Ai thought to herself.
He was half full and transformed into a human figure into the sight of mortals.
Red walls and green tiles, heavy trees. Under the giant trees that have experienced the ancient changes of Yongcheng and the fierce power and storm, several palace people were chatting about their duties. When they saw the crowned Marquis Changxin, they hurriedly kept silent: "I have seen Marquis Changxin." ."
Lao Ai's eyes were faint, with red silk hanging down. Her dark-edged black robe fluttered in the strong wind, and her thin, scarlet lips seemed to be pressed against her cheek, like a caressing lover.
He has always been like this, seeing people but not seeming to see them.
With such a arrogant attitude, he often appears like a hanged ghost hanging from a tree branch.
The palace servants ignored him and just sat down to chat. They also blatantly drank mutton soup stolen from the kitchen in a clay pot.
As everyone knows, it's just that their long-term lord is like an ant when he sees a mortal.
Ants were crawling around, and no one would step on them. Lao Ai was very busy now, and he had to be busy seeing his two heirs.
Snakes have a month-long estrus period, and a litter contains more than ten or twenty snake eggs. If Lao Ai lives to such an age, his offspring will naturally be as numerous as the carps crossing the river. He doesn't care about just two offspring.
He just cares that this is the heir of the Queen Mother of Qin.
Mortals always like to use blood and family ties to maintain relationships and status, and it is even more the same when choosing a crown prince. It is not as orthodox and convincing as the abdication during the Yao and Shun era.
The longer they live, the more they regress, and the longer they live, the narrower their vision becomes.
This is their common stupidity.
Hiss, mortal.
Lao Ai walked into the palace door. Inside, there were many dead soldiers he controlled with snake venom, as well as a nun who had been made into a zombie. Zhao Ji was biting the cradle to coax his heir.
"Buwei, Buwei, you're here!"
When Zhao Ji saw him coming, a smile broke out on her face. She rushed towards him with tears in her eyes, living in a weaving dream.
"Buwei, look, our Dabu and Xiaobu, they are growing up very fast. In the past two years, they have listened to your instructions and raised them with care. Buwei, even after you leave, I will not be able to live with you." We are also working hard to raise our children.”
Lao Ai: "How much tribute will be sent this time?"
Zhao Ji continued to ponder: "Buwei, I am your wife, and raising children is a serious matter."
Lao Ai narrowed her eyes: "Zhao Shu."
"Buwei——"
Zhao Ji said with a sweet voice, like a baby still sucking milk, "Buwei, Buwei, where have you been? Let me wait better."
He replied impatiently: "Xianyang."
"Xianyang?"
Zhao Ji had tears in her eyes and was about to hit him, "You go to Xianyang again, and you are the Marquis of Wenxin and the Prime Minister. You have become such a high official, with a settlement of 3,000 households, and a lively mansion. You Take a wife and bear children there."
"Do you still have feelings for that side and want to abandon the three of us, mother and son, so that you can live a happy life with your arms around us?"
Lao Ai really couldn't stand her.
He frowned slightly, "I want to ask you about the tribute, how much is it?"
"Tribute, tribute, we only have two children. They were born weak and need to be raised with human hearts. These hearts are getting slower and slower, and they are no longer fresh. That's all. They all ran away a few days ago, and they haven't been sent yet. Come here, the child is howling with hunger."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two little monsters in the cradle spit out their cores: "Hiss, hiss -"
Zhao Ji bit her dripping lips and spat at him a few more times: "Lu Buwei! How did you become a father? Could it be that your employer ignored the Xi family and even reached out to the concubine to give birth to a son? Prime Minister, One person is inferior to ten thousand people, but you are so kind to one and favor others, and you are not afraid of being laughed at when you say it."
Lao Ai: "."
He clearly didn't speak just now.
Lao Ai vomited the snake letter several times dangerously to show that his patience was exhausted.
But what happened was that Zhao Ji kept talking about her old lover, which was more annoying than the birds on the treetops and made him want to strangle him to death.
But everything has a knife in mind.
If he wants to succeed, he has to endure it until this crazy woman deposes the King of Qin and puts her son on the throne. Waiting until the human emperor has no royal aura to protect him, then he will not be the meat in his fangs or the meal in his belly.
Thinking of this, Lao Ai couldn't help but let out the resentment in her belly.
"Gululu——"
But what followed was a half-full and hungry stomach.
As soon as Zhao Ji heard the voice in his belly, she hurriedly said: "Look at me, I am the mistress of the house. I care about my two sons, but I am neglecting you. I am afraid that you are so hot when you come back from Xianyang in such a hurry." You haven’t eaten anything yet, just wait, I’ll do it right now.”
As she said that, she shook the cradle at hand, "Oh, mom is going to prepare delicious food for your father. You must be obedient and don't cry. Don't cry, oh."
The two monsters were obviously afraid of Lao Ai. Lao Ai turned around and immediately stopped crying. They just opened their mouths to bite the air.
"Damn it, keep a straight face and show your seriousness to no one."
Zhao Ji twisted her waist and came closer, her charming eyes flew away, and she wanted to kiss him again.
Lao Ai's cold white face turned away, "No need to do it, just save some food."
"Why are you accumulating food? I'm afraid you will vomit out all the food you have eaten during the journey. What kind of food are you accumulating?" Zhao Ji raised her eyebrows and said, "Lu Buwei, don't you dislike my craftsmanship?!"
"yes."
"still?!"
Zhao Ji opened her eyes wide, "Lu Buwei, since I married you, I, Zhao Ji, have been doing my best to be a good mistress and a good wife every day, but you stay in your nine-story tower all day and night every day, and the child is hungry." It’s okay to ignore it when you’re tired. Every time I pick up the needle and thread for you with joy, embroider your lining and learn the patterns, you can’t see them all, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter.”
She bit her lip: "As long as it's you, and you're still by my side, we will have two common children together, and watching them grow up, Zhao Shu will feel that this life has not been in vain."
He raised his voice again and said, "But you were fine when the King of Qin issued the edict for you to go out. You asked me to keep an eye on the ship that sent the son-in-law and take good care of the children. You said it so gently."
"Zhao Shu is so kind and happy. Once you come back, it's okay for you not to take care of the children. You still don't mind this or that! Lu Buwei, are you a man?"
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
The snake tendon on Lao Ai's forehead twitched twice, "Just think that Lu Buwei is not a man."
"…………"
Zhao Ji was stunned, "You"
There was a hint of arousal in her eyes, she raised her fingers and put them on her lip-smeared lips, and gave him an angry look, "Damn it, you are so old and you are not serious, are you a man? I am a woman, why don't you give it a try?" Got it?"
Lao Ai: "."
He gave up communicating with this crazy woman.
When an ant is of great use and cannot be killed, it still jumps up and down in front of you, which is really as annoying as a flea.
Yes, Lao Ai hates this crazy woman very much. She is not clear-headed and can talk too much. She doesn’t know how stupid such a stupid woman is. She is being used by an old man and is being used against her again and again. stick it on.
That's not all.
The key is that she gave birth to a king of Qin who was full of royal energy and unprecedented in ancient times. From a low-level singing girl to the most noble queen mother of Qin, no one said she ignored the government affairs, and the shrewd businessman's threats to her one after another to ruin her reputation were not necessarily ignored. Kill her.
If it were himself.
Lao Ai curled up her well-proportioned palms.
Curl up and loosen up, curl up and loosen up.
At the end, he patted his sleeves and turned around. It has been several years since he came to this world, and Lao Ai has gradually tried to look at the problem in an ant's way.
The summary is: people can't be too smart, only fools will be lucky.
The stupid Zhao Ji was still following her. She lifted her skirt, looked around, and sat down on the ground.
She is still dressed like a girl. If you ignore the fine lines at the corners of her eyes and the white hair, "Lu Buwei, your two sons are hungry. Can't you hear or see? Where are you going in such a hurry? You don't care about me. No, but that is your biological son."
Lao Ai didn't really want to speak human words.
"Why are you still standing? Can't you go and cut out people's hearts yourself? You can't watch your son when he's hungry, but when King Qin orders you, you rush to catch up. Who is King Qin and your biological son? Or is it Da Bu Xiao? Bu is your biological son!"
He raised his white fingertips, pressed his forehead, and stopped her from singing on stage: "I'll go."
Zhao Ji burst into tears and smiled.
Not long after, Lao Ai killed the few derelict mortals under the tree, cut out their ticking hearts, put them in a snakeskin bag, and handed them to her.
Zhao Ji sat on the ground and took it happily: "I knew, Buwei, you still care about our children."
Lao Ai was silent.
Zhao Ji smiled with satisfaction: "Me, I grew up in the Kingdom of Zhao. When I was a child, I was beaten every time I failed to learn. The manager of the song and dance studio told me that it would be better if I grew up. ."
"When I become the number one, if I'm lucky, a distinguished guest will come to redeem me, and everything will be fine when I get married."
"It's good to be married. At least I don't have to be beaten or scolded. I will be loved by my parents-in-law and protected by my sisters-in-law. I will do some work such as cooking grains and sewing clothes. I will wait for my husband to come back at home. In the morning I will wear a crown for him, and at night I will Undress him, serve him tea and pour water, raise his eyebrows, give birth to several fat boys, and live happily ever after."
"Buwei, in the past two years, I feel that my current happiness is all brought to me by you."
Zhao Ji wiped away her tears, stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cold, scarlet lips, "Buwei, if you have any important matters, just go and do it. I am at home with my children, waiting for you."
After the beautiful woman twisted her waist and walked away, Lao Ai wiped her lips with the back of her hand and said in disgust: "Stupid woman."
