When people were in Qin, they ruled the world

Chapter 130 Who Is the Demon?

Under the night, under the guard of the soldiers, the carriage galloped out from Zhiyang Palace.

Perhaps because of drinking too much, Mingzhu who was sitting in the carriage felt a little dizzy, and immediately ordered to slow down the speed.

Feeling the slowing speed of the car, Mingzhu turned on the incense burner with a bit of pride, and lit the incense.

The incense in the furnace was made by herself. Although the materials used may not be very precious, some of them are quite rare.

Fortunately, as she really gained a firm foothold in Xianyang Palace, it was not a troublesome thing to find these materials.

"Today I really saw a corner of Qin Palace. It turns out that Xianyang Palace is the real pure land." Mingzhu recalled what she saw in Zhiyang Palace, and couldn't help but find a familiar feeling. This is what she imagined before. life in the palace.

"However, there are not many people in Xianyang Palace. Why did the king ask me to go to Zhiruoyang Palace to give gifts? Is it just because I am Korean?" Mingzhu thought, and couldn't help but look out of the car window.

It's hard to see the scenery under the night, but Mingzhu likes this kind of feeling very much. Although the night is dark, it has another charm.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry, I need to take it step by step." Mingzhu thought about it and let the speed of the car drop a lot again.

She doesn't want to go back to Xianyang Palace so soon, she needs to go back there at a suitable time.

When Mingzhu returned to Xianyang Palace, the lights in the back hall of Xianyang Palace had been extinguished quite a bit, but Mingzhu knew that there were still a few lights burning deep in the hall.

This is what she has observed and summarized in the past, and she knows that those few lights will not burn for too long.

"Mingzhu pays homage to the king." When Mingzhu came to the inner hall, as she expected, there were no other people in the inner hall at this time, only Ying Zheng was alone.

"How was the banquet at Zhiyang Palace today?" Ying Zheng looked at Mrs. Mingzhu in front of him and said, there was a vague fragrance in his nostrils, which mixed with the scent of wine on Mingzhu's body, and turned into an intoxicating fragrance .

"It's very lively, but it seems a bit strange." Mingzhu replied.

"Those noble ladies, some are careful to flatter the Empress Dowager Xia, while others just greet Mrs. Chang'an."

"All those people?" Ying Zheng asked with some interest.

"I have inquired carefully about Han Ji, and found that the family members of those female family members who are careful to cater to the Empress Dowager Xia are all low-status and treated indifferently, and those who only greet Mrs. Chang'an, although they are not considered to be in important positions at home. , but it also has a decent status." Mingzhu replied.

"You have a heart." Ying Zheng said, examining Mingzhu who was kneeling in front of him.

This is indeed a smart woman, but she is not the smartest, but because she is bad enough, she always knows what she wants, and she will not be swayed by feelings, but can make up for the slightest defect in her IQ .

"My lord, there is one more thing." Mingzhu said.

"What else did you find?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Mr. Chang'an seems to have a bad relationship with Mrs. Mrs. Chang'an." Mingzhu said while carefully observing Ying Zheng's expression.

"Not getting along?" Ying Zheng said to himself.

Sure enough, the king had known for a long time that Mr. Chang'an and his wife were not on good terms, so there was no surprise at this time.

Even, the king is the source of the discord?Shocked by her guess, Mingzhu quickly lowered her head, worried that Yingzheng would see her thoughts.

"Yes, the relationship between the two seems to be at odds. From the beginning to the end, although they talked, they seemed like strangers." Mingzhu said.

"You observe carefully." Ying Zheng said.

"I dare not live up to your majesty's expectations." Mingzhu hastily expressed her loyalty.

"Expectation, tell me, what does Gu expect from you?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Your Majesty, I made a slip of the tongue." Mingzhu was startled, and then realized that she was a little carried away, this was a tacit thing.

"Come here." Amidst Mingzhu's apprehension, Yingzheng said suddenly.

"Your Majesty?" Mingzhu looked at Yingzheng in surprise. You must know that since that time, she has never walked within five steps of Yingzheng.

"Climb over." Ying Zheng said again.

"Your Majesty, I..." Realizing the other layer of pearls in Ying Zheng's words, his face turned red instantly, showing an expression of refusal and welcome.

"Isn't this what you expected? Deliberately wasting time on the road, just for now?" Ying Zheng said.

"Your Majesty?" Mingzhu looked innocent at this moment.

"The incense is well prepared, and it mixes with the smell of wine on your body, making it even more attractive." Ying Zheng said.

"Your Majesty, you know all about it?" Mingzhu's eyes were rolling at this moment, and with her disposition, she couldn't help but feel guilty when the deepest calculation in her heart was exposed.

"White rabbits are certainly attractive, but foxes are not attractive." Ying Zheng leaned forward slightly, looking at Mingzhu who was trying to pretend to be innocent in front of him.

"Then Mingzhu will be a king's fox." Mingzhu summoned up her courage as she crawled towards Yingzheng.

"No, you can't be a fox." Ying Zheng suddenly denied Ming Zhu's words.

"Your Majesty?" Mingzhu showed a proper puzzled expression.

"What's that answer?"

"What's the answer?" Ying Zheng said as he picked up the writing brush on the desk.

When Mingzhu saw this, she stepped forward very cooperatively. She knew what Ying Zheng wanted to do. The two had played such a small game many times.

However, this time, there seemed to be some surprises. I saw that Ying Zheng's pen did not touch Mingzhu's forehead, but along her forehead, all the way down, along the bridge of her delicate nose, over her red lips, and drew the small The lower jaw is left behind.

A mussel comes to life in Ying Zheng's pen.

With Ying Zheng's last stroke, Mingzhu only felt that she understood something.

After realizing it, Mingzhu couldn't help showing a trace of shyness and inexplicable pride, and there was already a little moisture in her eyes when she looked at Yingzheng.

(End of this chapter)