The love of Daqin

Chapter 72;

Mi Yue drank many glasses of wine and was very drunk. It was not until Ying Si came that Wei Ran and Bai Qi became restrained, and they dispersed after a while.

"How dare you drink alcohol with other men in the palace." Ying Si put her arms around her arms and stared at Mi Yue with a displeased expression on her face.

"What's wrong with the concubine drinking a glass of wine?" Mi Yue looked at the king inexplicably, and then she got drunk and stood up to confront Ying Si.

I really don't understand why the king is angry?Mi Yue was yelled at by Ying Si, and the alcohol went down.

"The widow doesn't like the smell of alcohol on you, let alone entertaining other men in the palace." Ying Si emphasized word by word.

"Wei Ran and Bai Qi are the younger brothers of the concubine. The king won't be jealous. Wei Ran is the younger brother of the concubine! Bai Qi is ten years younger than the concubine."

Mi Yue's cheeks were flushed, the smell of alcohol was in her mouth, and she explained loudly.

"The widow is afraid that you will teach the Daqin warriors badly. The soldiers in the barracks are not allowed to drink." Ying Si stared.

Mi Yue had no choice but to coquettishly said: "Okay, the concubine knows it's wrong, and the concubine is guilty."

"Eight son, after so many years, I finally see you being soft." This Hui Si walked into Mi Yue and said with a smile.

Mi Yue hooked Ying Si's neck, fell drunk in his arms, and murmured, "In so many years, this is the first time that the king has yelled at his concubine."

Mi Yue suddenly felt a little aggrieved, and she was not free to drink in the palace.I don't drink it often, and it's a holiday.

"That's because you have crossed the bottom line of being a widow. If the harem is like you, it would be customary to invite men from the military camp to drink in the palace. If it is spread out, it will cause criticism."

Ying Si hugged Mi Yue and explained gently.

"Today is the winter solstice, it's a festival!" Mi Yue reminded, implying that Ying Si, today is different from usual.

"Yeah, during the festival, the winter solstice is here every year, and the widow won't be there." Ying Si said leisurely.

"Why?" Mi Yue was puzzled.

The most important one of the 24 festivals is so important that in previous years, I thought Ying Si was busy, and Mi Yue didn't take the initiative to ask.

"Because the day when the widow executed Shang Jun was also the winter solstice. In that year, the sky was covered with goose feathers and snowflakes fluttered, falling into Shang Yang's torn flesh and blood, which couldn't cover the corpse.

Ying Si suddenly clutched her chest, with a solemn expression on her face, recounting that dusty memory.

"After the widow's car split into Shang Yang, every winter solstice in the Qin country would not snow again. Therefore, the widow has never celebrated the winter solstice since then, and every time this day comes, the mood is particularly bad, because today is also the day of the Lord Shang's sacrifice."

It was shocking and appalling, Ying Si will never forget it, and it hurts every time I think of it.

Mi Yue suddenly realized that at this moment, she finally understood why Ying Si got angry?

Shang Jun was Shang Yang, the greatest hero of the Qin state.

Shang Yang's reform was the most successful reform in the turbulent times and changed the fate of Qin.

I remember that when I was a child, Ying Si also discussed the issue of Shang Yang with herself.

When she heard about Shang Yang's death in Chu State, she thought that the king who killed Shang Yang was a tyrant.

It turned out that after so many years of misunderstanding Ying Si, Ying Si did not tell herself that the day Shang Yang died was so tragic.

Moreover, even the gods are cold, and it will not snow on the winter solstice in Qin.

As a woman of Ying Si, for so many years, I have never realized that Ying Si's mood of the winter solstice is only now known.

And it is still in the case of breaking the palace rules and smoking alcohol.

Mi Yue felt remorse, she whispered: "Why doesn't the king set up a private ranking for Shang Jun, and worship him every winter solstice."

(End of this chapter)