I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 24 Qin Feng Jian Jia
The Weishui River is the hinterland of the Qin State, and has nurtured people in Guanzhong for generations.

It was also the fiefdom assigned to Qin by the Emperor Zhou.

Jiang Taigong Jiang Shang once fished in Weishui.

No food with fragrant bait, three feet from the water surface, creating a good story of "the willing one takes the bait".

As soon as Baitao came here, she also felt that this place was very good for cultivation.After all, he had been anointed with the aura of conferring the gods, so he looked very airy.

There are willows on the official road next to it, the catkins are blown by the wind like snow, and the grass beach is like a stream with blue waves.

The women at the edge of the village rolled up their sleeves and bent their waists to come to wash the cloth clothes at night, and they often heard a few pungent laughs and curses.

The shepherd boy plays the flute here, herds the cows and drinks water, and several couples of boys and girls have a tryst here to complain.

"The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water. If you follow it backwards, the road is long and obstructed. If you follow it backwards, you will be in the middle of the water."

Gong Ziying was dressed in white and looked handsome. He chanted Qin opera and stood stiffly to lift the boat curtain for Baitao.

The boat curtain is woven with reed grass, which is tightly packed together, bringing a gust of wind when it falls.

He also caught it very cautiously, and put it down gently, as if treating a cloud in his heart.

He just didn't dare to look at this young girl with light and a faint fragrance.

Since the last banquet, the memory seems to be as solid as a transparent spider silk, slowly savoring the original taste.

Ben has reached the age of knowing Mu Shaoai.

Gongziying finally summoned up the courage to invite her to take a boat trip on the lake today.

With the beautiful lady at his side, Young Master Ying sat down top-heavy. He held the teacup next to him, but he didn't want to see her wrist.

The warm and fragrant nephrite, and the wrist of sweet white glazed porcelain made his ears blush quietly.

Baitao's beautiful eyes looked at him without blinking - the Wang Qi hovering above his head.

He was so stared at that his cheeks were flushed, and he didn't drink the tea in his hand, nor did he just leave it like that. He could only lower his eyes and continue to chant poems, "The reeds are luxuriant, and the dew is not yet shining. The so-called Iraqi people are in the water. Backtracking from it , The road is blocked and stepped forward. If you travel back from it, you will be in the water."

Baitao asked: "You are full of Yiren Yiren, are you thinking of Qin Feng Jian Jia?"

".Yes."

Baitao said surprisingly: "Then when you read this poem to me, are you asking me for pleasure?"

Gongziying didn't expect her to be so direct and hot, so he stuttered nervously: "Yes."

"Yes, yes, no, no, why are you taking such a long time." Baitao glanced at him a few times, looking unhappy, "If it's not, then it's not, and I won't say anything."

Gongziying clenched her fingers, took a deep breath, "Yes."

Baitao tilted her head: "Why are you so nervous when you read a poem? Isn't it just a poem?"

"It is indeed a poem, but its meaning..."

"I know what it means, someone read it to me."

"Ah?" Gongziying's lips moved a few times, her delicate eyebrows and eyes were a little lonely, "Who is reading Jianjia to Yiren?"

Baitao didn't shy away: "It's Your Majesty, he likes to read a little bit of everything. This song Jian Jia is really popular, he read it to me once."

It was the time Baitao accompanied Xiumu to hunt in Mount Li a year ago.

It was autumn hunting that day.

Ying Zheng's tall figure walked ahead with a quiver on his back, and Bai Tao followed behind him in a daze.

I have always felt in my heart that he is too much, and has already brought her wild fox into a family, and even took her out to make such a fuss.

All of a sudden, he turned over the mountain for a long time, and waded through the water for a long time, and his claws were almost worn out.

She was tired and full of grievances in the back, but seeing him in the front was full of energy, and the hunting became more vigorous, and she couldn't see herself at all.

Baitao simply went to the grass, and said shamelessly, "If I don't leave, I won't be able to. My leg is about to break. If I keep going, I will die. If I die, you won't have a sister. Go pick another one. Anyway, if you pick up another one, you won’t be as obedient as me.”

She babbled non-stop, lying on her back, her mouth was still babbling.

The young man in front suddenly raised his eyebrows, and retracted the arrow on the bowstring into the quiver.

The young man wore a high ponytail, and his riding and shooting Hu suit had black edges pinched. He was stiff and domineering. He came over with one knee on the ground, straightened the corners of his lips and said, "Hey, hold on for a while, and I'll take you to see the elk."

Elk is a symbol of auspiciousness, usually hidden in deep mountains and old forests, and rarely encountered.

"No, it's too far away."

He pinched her face and sighed, "You're so delicate."

"If I'm free next time, I'll definitely bring you an elk back, but I'm really tired today."

Baitao's eyes were watery, and she even picked up her trousers, showing him aggrieved, "Look, it's all swollen here, and I haven't traveled far for a long time."

Ying Zheng frowned, wrapped his palms around his fair and slender ankles, and rubbed them.

The girl lay on his shoulder as if she had no bones, and softly hummed softly, "Well, take it easy."

"It's the widow's fault."

After untying the quiver, he bent down and carried her on his back.

Baitao squinted her eyes, and her voice was as soft as a quick pastry, as if it was about to melt away, "You are so kind."

"Ah."

"However, wouldn't it be bad if you come here for nothing and return empty-handed? Why don't you pick up some dead little rabbits and go back, and I'll carry them for you."

Ying Zheng sighed: "It doesn't count, there is another one on the back."

"What else is on your back?"

Baitao was still dizzy, and when he realized it, he wanted to bite his ear, "Bastard, didn't you say that I was your prey."

The corners of Yingzheng's lips curled up, and he turned his head to see Baitao showing her teeth and claws.

However, her eyes were firmly grasped by her pink and slightly parted cherry lips. In a brief daze, her lips were caught off guard and pressed against his thin and cool lips.

Soft and fluffy.

At that moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but what was so fascinating was that he didn't hide.

Baitao took a bite, even licked it, and said, "It's not sweet."

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He tilted his head and took a breath.

Baitao's soft cheeks were like pieces of brocade, and they were still attached to his neck. The pulsation of the blood was throbbing, and it could clearly iron the heart veins.

The boy changed the subject a little bluntly and said, "What do you think is that?"

Baitao followed suit.

I saw two slender egrets on the wetland, wearing snow-white coir raincoats, pecking duckweed with their heads down.

Baitao has no appreciation for beauty, only the desire for food.

Salivating, "Looks very fat, we can catch one and stew it in a big pot."

She smiled obediently again: "Brother Zheng, I want to eat golden lotus duck."

"...This is an egret, not a wild duck."

Yingzheng said helplessly, "Egrets are loyal, and they only stay with one spouse for the rest of their lives. If you kill one, you may die alone."

"Huh? Forget it, I can't finish eating after two pots of stew."

Baitao vaguely remembered something, "Egret, Egret... Oh, I remember a catchy poem, I heard singers often sing it, it's called "Egrets are twins", that's what they said."

Ying Zheng smiled, "That's white dew, not wild duck stew."

"Didn't pay attention to it, it's all because the singing girl can't sing well."

Anyway, the singing girl sings whatever she wants, she just listens to it, it doesn't matter if she understands it or not, just listen to the tune.

Baitao asked again, "What does that mean?"

"The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren are on the side of the water." Ying Zheng paused, "The meaning of this poem is"

He tilted his head, and that extremely delicate face was half hidden on his shoulder, and his breath was sprayed on his neck crisply, making his breath stagnant due to the heat.

All kinds of ripples in my heart began to spread, and I couldn't suppress it no matter what.

"Jianjia, Bailu, Yiren, isn't Yiren beautiful?"

The soft voice is still asking.

Ying Zheng looked at the water surface as the gate opened like a mirror, and the water surface reflected Yi Ren on the other side of the water, so bright that it was impossible to hide.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "It's very beautiful."

Baitao's eyes curved, "Then this poem is perfect for courtship. When you meet a beautiful Yiren you like in the future, you can just pick up the ready-made one."

His black eyes were burning, "You let the widow court others?"

"Well, mortals have to find a partner when they reach their age." Baitao said, "Anyway, you are too weak, so you have to grab a beautiful little daughter-in-law as soon as possible. You see, it takes a lifetime for Bailu to find a little wife." , must be searched carefully.”

Ying Zheng's eyebrows were pressed against the end of his eyes, and he held the temperature of his palm expressionlessly, "You are wrong, Jian Jia is not for courtship."

Baitao: "Huh?"

Ying Zheng strode forward at a speed that she would not have been able to catch up to if he hadn't been on his back.

"It's used to seek virtue. If someone uses it to court you in the future, don't believe it."

"He said that this poem is actually a pity that you can't ask for talents, so it's not a love poem for courtship."

Baitao said to the son Ying in front of him, "Don't worry, I won't misunderstand you."

"what"

Now Young Master Ying brought some tea and moistened her dry lips, "Your Majesty, when you read this poem to you, do you mean seeking talents?"

Baitao thought about it seriously, and said, "Your Majesty has great love in his heart."

Young Master Ying saw that there was hope, and the light in his eyes ignited again.

Facing such a soft and beautiful girl, his heart was beating like thunder, and even his lips and limbs seemed to be separated from his body, like falling into a fog.

"I, my name is Gongziying, do you know?"

"I know, you are Brother Zheng's cousin, his cousin." Baitao tore a long reed and put it on the side of the boat to flick the water. "Me, my name is Baitao."

"White peach." Gongziying bit the words, as if chewing, "Baiyun Gaoxiu leisurely, peach blossom spring water."

"You are very talented and talented."

Baitao looked at the extremely weak kingly air rising above his head, "You will definitely do something in the future, and future generations will remember your name, the kind that will last forever."

Being stared at by the girl he likes again, Gongziying's palms sweat slightly.

Holding the jade pendant around his waist, he said, "Miss Meng praises it so much, Ziying thinks—"

Before he finished speaking, the boat seemed to be violently hit by some huge object. With a "bang", the awning boat shook violently from side to side.

Gong Ziying's face changed slightly, he stretched out his hand to grab Baitao who was sitting by the boat, "Miss, be careful!"

The surface of the lake was ups and downs with the waves, and Gong Ziying fell back uncontrollably.

"Gongzibaby!"

Baitao ran over to catch him.

Gongziying only saw her moist eyes that almost glowed with water, and the lake wind was blowing the corners of her skirt, like an upside-down beautiful flower, which was breathtaking.

Between the fingertips.

"Puff-"

He fell into the bottom of the lake, and a black beast with black fur at the bottom of the lake opened its silver and silver fangs to grab him, and swam past like a shuttle.

(End of this chapter)