I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 22
King Qin collapsed.

Yingzheng succeeded in line, and Lu Buwei, Marquis of Wenxin, presided over the national funeral ceremony.

The palace was instantly stained with white, everyone put on sackcloth for mourning, even Baitao was put on a gray linen headscarf, with an awkward linen rope around his waist.

When the previous dynasty was in turmoil, it was doubted whether the prince would succeed to the throne.

And now the influence of Zhao's foreign relatives has been quickly uprooted, and they have overwhelmed the Chu and Han families.

It is not easy for Baitao to show up as an orphan girl who came to Xianyang from Zhao country.

After staying obediently in the palace for three days, Baitao, who never even stepped out of the door, finally couldn't help but caught a maid and asked, "Do you know where Brother Zheng is?"

"His Royal Highness."

The palace lady realized that she had made a mistake, and quickly changed her words, "Your Majesty is in the mourning hall."

Because she was worried, Baitao didn't see anyone for three days and didn't want to worry about it, so she ran to the mourning hall.

A huge golden nanmu coffin was parked in the middle, and the shark oil lamp underneath was still emitting a faint light, and the light was not very transparent after all.

Ying Zheng was dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, kneeling straight in the middle, as if covered in darkness.

Baitao ran over to kneel with him, but he didn't expect him to remain motionless as if frozen.

Baitao mentally typed several times, and said softly: "Brother Zheng, although your father is gone, he will become a star watching you in the sky, don't be too sad."

Ying Zheng lowered his eyelashes, "Become a star? Are you looking at me in the sky?"

The tone of his words did not seem to be stagnant and sad, but a little careless.

Baitao felt a little weird.

As if he just noticed her coming, he looked at her with black pupils like ink, "Taotao, you're here."

Baitao hesitated, "Well, I'm a little worried about you, so I'm here."

"I'm fine. Death is like a lamp going out. Parting between life and death is just the norm." Ying Zheng said solemnly, "Everyone will have this day, sooner or later, you have to learn to get used to it."

Baitao tilted her head: "Brother Zheng, have you seen a lot of life and death?"

He has seen more than that.

I crawled out of the death pit several times, and during those days of struggling in the dark and muddy, I always brushed shoulders with the god of death.

But Ying Zhengyin didn't say anything, and changed his words, "I haven't been with you recently, so you had a good meal in the hall."

Why did he suddenly talk about eating again?

Baitao opened her eyes and said, "Eat it, but does it have something to do with life and death?"

Ying Zheng said: "If a person wants to live, he must eat."

In the past, in HD City, he was dependent on others, and it was a luxury to be able to eat, and he was worried about being able to eat enough.

Baitao sensed what he wanted to express, and comforted her: "Brother Zheng, you are the king now, you don't have to worry about these things, don't worry, you will definitely be able to eat enough every day in the future."

But he said silently: "Being a young soldier, a porter, a peddler, a literati who refuses to pay, or even a farmer, the only thing you think about every day is rice, millet, and wheat, and you eat two meals a day. Feed the whole world."

"Huh? Will that be difficult?"

Yingzheng's voice was smooth and flowing: "It is difficult, but someone has to go first on the difficult and dangerous road."

Baitao nodded: "Brother Zheng, you can go on until a certain day in the future, and I will always accompany you on the journey, wherever you go, I will accompany you."

Baitao's eyes will always have the sound of warblers secretly, like the stamens grown by the spring rain, beautiful and full of sweetness.

Maybe it will be like what she said.

forever.

The corners of Ying Zheng's lips curved slightly, and he held her hand and said, "Okay."

The two cubs cuddled up to each other in the dark mourning hall.

On the tree with white silk hanging in the distance, the wind occasionally comes and goes, the tail tape is swaying with the wind, and beautiful flowers are carelessly swaying.

After a few more months, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the season of blooming peaches and plums comes.

A country cannot be without a king for a day. Yingzheng officially succeeds to the throne on a certain auspicious day, and he is the king of Qin.

Lu Buwei, the Marquis of Wenxin, respected the will of the late king and was appointed Prime Minister.

Is the father of a nation.

Ying Zheng honored him as Zhong's father, and now the government is controlled by Lu Buwei. Zhao Ji is the queen mother. Although she is the regent queen mother, she lives in the palace all day long, obeying Lu Buwei's orders, and never ignores the government.

On the contrary, Baitao's life in the harem has not changed much.

The most important thing is that Ying Zheng is getting busier, at most he just feels a little bored.

However, Ying Zheng sent Baitao a playmate over, she was also an innocent little girl, her cheeks were as round as buns, she looked fat and white, and she had two sweet pear dimples.

The first time Baitao saw her, she stepped on the stone pier carved with cloud patterns and asked her, "What's your name?"

The girl saluted and opened her mouth and said, "The maidservant's name is Rui'er."

"Ruier?"

Baitao smacked, "Then are you a native of Qin? Why did you enter the palace, and what do you know?"

Rui'er smiled and said: "The slaves are from Huangshu Village in the thirty counties of the Qin State. Because the family is poor, the slaves are sold to the Qin Palace. The slaves will be different."

She paused: "Eat, and play."

White peach "."

Can eat and play?
Baitao opened her eyes wide and said, "Then are you still going to sleep?"

Ruier took it for granted, "That's right, this is very simple, you don't even need to learn it."

"Ah?" Baitao was stunned, "Then what did you come to the palace for? You can't just eat and sleep."

Rui'er put her two little hands behind her back, and said with a serious look: "Your Majesty picked this servant, and this servant thinks she knows nothing, but your Majesty said that this servant doesn't need to know anything else, just play with the master. Before you come The servants all feel that they are lucky by stepping on dog shit."

After finishing speaking, she rolled her eyes, covered her mouth and said: "Bah, bah, bah, you can't bring some local dialect, master, please don't take offense."

Baitao: "I'm not surprised either..."

As if not afraid, Rui'er stared at her again and laughed, "Little master, you look like a fairy, your eyes are so big."

Baitao: "?"

Rui'er circled a big circle with her fingers, and placed it on her eye sockets to make a gesture: "It's bigger than the wild fruits that my servants climbed trees to pick when they were young."

"........."

Baitao: "Okay, okay, it's just you."

The maids and eunuchs here and there were frightened by Brother Zheng like a group of chickens that can only crow, so it would be nice to have new playmates.

It’s okay to eat, sleep, and play, don’t choose.

Baitao stretched out her hand and tugged at her sleeve, "I'm going to see Aunt Zhao later to say hello, are you going?"

Ruier: "Aunt Zhao?"

"Aunt Zhao is the mother of the person who said that he only needs to play with the master. She is the empress dowager in this palace." Baitao deliberately circled around her.

She said "ah", "What about the empress dowager, do you want to prepare for it?"

Baitao stepped forward with her calf, "Didn't you just want to play with me? Then what else do you need to prepare? Let's go."

She left as soon as she said, and she acted vigorously, Rui'er was still in a daze and hadn't reacted yet.

Don't look at Baitao's small stature and her hair in a bun, but she walks fast, her little skirt undulating in the wind, like a newly blooming phoenix flower.

Rui'er Baozi who was behind was so anxious that her face wrinkled, she tried her best to keep up with the little fox's pace, "Little master, wait for the slave."

Baitao, a little fox who is naughty and vicious, has a great playfulness.

Taking Rui'er around in the rockery and green plants, walking for a while and waiting for her for a while, and then she disappeared after seeing her.

Finally, he climbed up the tall branch of a tree and watched her looking around in a hurry.

Well, this is playing with.

It's just that not long after Baitao sat on the crown of the tree, she heard a different movement from below.

It's Aunt Zhao.

With a sad face, she was looking around, as if she was looking for someone.

How did she come?

For a split second, Baitao thought that she had missed the time and Aunt Zhao had come out to catch her.

But after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, Aunt Zhao is loose by nature and doesn't like to be formal, and the matter of paying her respects is also done casually, so the chances of her being caught should not be high.

"No Wei—"

Zhao Ji walked around a few times and finally stopped.

With a low voice, she wove a thin thread according to the light and shadow under the sieve of the leaves, and rolled it over her charming and unparalleled face, "You still dare not..."

dare not?dare not what?
And Buwei, is that the smiling Lu Buwei Uncle Lu?

Baitao slowly hugged the branch and turned her head to look at the movement.

From a hole in the rockery, Lu Buwei, who was supposed to be in the previous dynasty, came out wearing an official robe.

Baitao: "?"

No, isn't this the harem?

"Ten years have passed, ten years have passed, but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Shu still feels that those days spent with you in HD City are still vivid in her memory."

Zhao Ji closed her eyes, with tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, "I'm so scared, Buwei, I'm really scared, do you know?"

"I often dream at night, I dream of you, I dream that you are beside me, within my reach, I dream that I kiss your breath, and we grow old slowly."

Like the blooming flowers on the branches, she sobbed like a girl: "But when I wake up, it's really just a luxurious dream, Buwei, you know."

"I'm tired of this place, tired of the intrigue and complexity here."

"The Empress Dowager Huayang despises my origin, Mrs. Han has repeatedly made things difficult for me, I came from a foreign country, no one in the palace is willing to help me, no one is willing to help me, but I am just a woman! The late king has passed away , who else can I rely on..."

"It would be nice if you were by my side."

As soon as the words fell, the dead leaves rustled.

When Lu Buwei came out of the woods, he was like a patch of mottled color, instantly filling her vacancy and powerlessness.

He looked at Zhao Ji, his lips trembling.

There seemed to be thousands of clouds surging in Zhao Ji's heart, and she flew towards Lu Buwei, "Zhao Shu knows, Zhao Shu knows, Bu Wei will not give up on Zhao Shu, no Wei, no Wei. Zhao Shu's no Wei ..."

"It's Buwei, my Buwei."

Her hug was getting tighter and tighter, and she actively approached and kissed him intimately, it seemed that the two of them were about to melt into a paralyzed bone and blood.

Baitao on the tree witnessed everything stiffly, her expression was as if she had been struck by lightning.

no no
Isn't Aunt Zhao Zheng brother's biological mother?Uncle Lu is brother Zheng's second father.

The relationship seems a bit complicated, not to mention, the two of them are like this, does he know Brother Zheng who is caught in the middle?

Lu Buwei at the bottom let Zhao Ji kiss her, his expression seemed watertight, "Zhao Shu, you have suffered."

"woooooo"

Zhao Ji seemed to be crying and laughing, and beat his chest with both hands, "Enemy, you are really my enemy. I sent letters to your house every day, thinking that you were pretending to be blind and just wanted to ruin my friendship." .”

"If you hadn't put your face out today and stuck to you all the time, you might still be like an iron plate, and you won't be able to pry it open no matter how hard you pry it. Let me tell you, it's not good. I, Zhao Shu, belong to you, and you, Lu Buwei, are yours." It can only belong to me, Zhao Shu."

Lu Buwei's cheeks were tense, "It's good."

Zhao Ji leaned against his hot chest, twisted her waist and said, "My friend, I have opened my heart, so you... do you still want to go to your country prime minister's mansion after a while? You can't stay here with me Do you want to talk more?"

Lu Buwei squeezed out an embarrassed smile, "I am Xiangguo, and you are the Queen Mother. I'm afraid it's inappropriate to do this."

"What's not right, it's already been revealed, why don't you keep it hidden, so what if I want you? Could it be that you won't give it?"

"You can't hold back any sweet words with your mouth full of great love, but Zhao Shuwei knows that the love you give is true.
Lu Buwei said silently, "Night."

Now one of them is the queen mother and the other is the prime minister of the state, so they can't keep the palace people away from being alone for too long, and it's easy to get convinced.

Reluctantly watching Lu Buwei's tall and stalwart back disappear in the forest.Zhao Ji also tapped her toes, took a step and turned twice, singing and dancing.

In the deep rockery forest, until that pinched voice also drifted away.

The white peaches on the tree have been split and scorched.

After slid down with the tree trunk in her arms, Baitao stuck in place with a wooden stake for a while, and decided to talk to Brother Zheng about it.

　During the Warring States period, a hundred flowers bloomed, a hundred schools of thought contended, and there were no taboos.

　　Dignity and independence, independent personality, unprecedented openness.

　　The matter of Zhao Ji and Lu Buwei was actually nothing at the time, and no one would criticize love affairs.

　　What's more, the queen mother had an affair with her courtiers, and there was a precedent in the Qin State, refer to Lord Yiqu and Queen Mother Mi.

　　In fact, the original thinking of the ancients was very cool, and there were not as many rules and regulations as the Confucianism of later generations.

　　However, although the thinking is very good, and the personality is highly free, but I still want to persuade the handsome men and women who want to travel to the Warring States period, we should think twice and think twice.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)