I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 29
The downpour of spring rain beat the eaves rapidly.

Xianyang Palace has been waiting for more than half a month, but it did not wait for the rain to stop and the clouds to stop, the clouds to clear and the fog to clear.

Zhao Ji, who also couldn't wait for a reply, was also lingering on the sick bed.

The hall is covered with warm felt blankets.

Zhao Ji was covered with a quilt embroidered with Songhe Yannian, and there were maids standing beside her with their heads down and staring at their toes.

Nanny Sun by her side held the slender copper pipe and unscrewed the jade cover again, and a black-red pill suddenly appeared inside.

"Your Majesty, the messenger needs time to go back and forth."

Grandma Sun said: "Maybe there's something wrong on the road, it's not sure, God, it's been half a month of rootless water, maybe the road is muddy—"

"roll!"

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Ji pulled the brass pipe in her hand and threw it on the ground.

Danwan rolled on the ground a few times, she closed her eyes slightly, then opened her black eyes again, her cheeks were sunken, and she was short of breath: "The last urgent letter, is he a person who wants to mourn his family, or does he want to mourn his family?" corpse!"

As soon as the words were finished, the maids in the court fell to their knees in unison.

Grandma Sun raised her voice and said: "Your Majesty, you must never say that. God bless you, God bless you, you will be as constant as the moon, as rising as the sun, as long as Nanshan, and as long as heaven is guaranteed!"

"Tianbao Jiuru!"

"Tianbao Jiuru!"

Death is especially taboo in the palace.

The palace people prayed for Zhao Ji and this infatuated woman in ancient Qin dialect.

Zhao Ji closed her eyes tightly and said nothing, like an oil lamp that had burned out and was about to burn out.

"Xiangguo arrived—"

The sharp voice of the servant rang out in the dim palace.

Zhao Ji seemed to be infused with fresh blood, hot sweat broke out from her body suddenly, and she turned her dry eyes to look.

Lu Buwei walked in wearing an ocher-colored spring shirt.

He is from Wei country, he looks quite upright, with a few deep smile lines at the corners of his eyes, he looks kind and refined.

But it is this kind man who has a very long-term vision and has become the world's largest merchant.

He also has the courage to plan and then be able to settle down and then be able to be safe, which has achieved the current situation in which Qin Guozhong's father is in charge of the country.

Zhao Ji looked at him, unable to shed any tears.

Lu Buwei stood beside her couch, at this time the palace servants had been kicked out, only the two of them were left in this Nuoda palace.

His face was impeccable, but his fingers curled up in a stiff arc, like a dead branch.

"Zhao Shu, Buwei is here to see you."

Zhao Ji's eyes have not blinked from the moment he came in, she opened her mouth, but she lost her voice, "Buwei——"

Lu Buwei brought a bowl of minced meat from the side, sat beside her couch, smiled, "Listen to the people below, you don't eat or drink for three days, I'm a prime minister, and I approve more than a dozen carts of documents every day, it's inevitable. "

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ji hurriedly said, "I know, you are a man, and what you are doing is a man's big business. I, a little woman, shouldn't stop you, but"

The tears on her face scalded, "I just want too much, I care too much, Buwei, do you know? Do you understand me?"

She was afraid of forcing him to die, and also afraid that he would not have her weight in his heart, and even more afraid that he would dislike her from the bottom of his heart.

They think she was born as a singing prostitute, and think she is old and pearly.

There are so many beautiful young women in Xiangguo's mansion, she is afraid that he will abandon her at some point, and she repeatedly tries to use power to oppress him, but in the end it is herself who persecutes.

Lu Buwei's face flickered, avoiding her gaze, scooped a spoonful of minced meat from the bowl and said, "Your body is important, Zhao Shu, don't be willful."

"No, I'm not willful."

There was a soft light in Zhao Ji's eyes, and she allowed herself to be lifted up by him, swallowing the minced meat he fed with her own hands.

The two were so close now that she could even feel his breath.

When the bowl of minced meat was finished, Zhao Ji suddenly threw herself on Lu Buwei, crying out all her thoughts and the strength she had just had to drink the minced meat.

"No, no, no, my man, I'm your woman, tell me now why you haven't come to see me for a few months, woo woo woo."

It's a pity that the body he was hugging was extremely stiff, harder than that iron stone.

Zhao Ji felt an affectionate fear, and she tried her best to arouse his response, "Buwei, talk, I want to hear you say you love me, and I want to hear it now."

His big hand holding the pen was pressing down on her tearing of the skirt, and his face seemed to be full of endless thoughts, "No."

"Pfft."

Zhao Ji smiled, "What's wrong? You really think that I want to cling to you to do that kind of thing right now, but you're just a dumb mouthed gourd. Only when you do that will I think you are love." mine."

"If you don't do that, you and the concubine Ji in your room will also do it, so you might as well pay the food with me."

Lu Buwei's lips moved, and he forced an embarrassed smile: "You are the queen mother, and I am the prime minister, so this is not a good thing."

"What's a good thing? You might as well marry me. I'll be your Mrs. Xiangguo, and you will be my husband. Isn't that a good thing?"

Zhao Ji leaned against his chest, "Looking at my husband and my son, this is the life I want to live. Buwei, I don't want to be trapped in this lonely deep palace and die alone. That's really, really too much." It's scary, not to mention that the King of Qin has already agreed, so can't you give me everything?"

Lu Buwei was in trouble.

"What do you want me to do? Tell me, tell me!"

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhao Ji thumped his chest, fell on him weakly, and cried, "You are so dignified, you are so afraid of everyone's eyes."

"Zhao Shu, listen to me, it's not because of this."

Lu Buwei held her hand, "There are ridiculous rumors in the world that slander Ying Zheng as your son and me. If you and I reunite, I'm afraid that the blood of King Qin will be punished."

"At that time, I'm afraid that the court will be in turmoil, the country will be in trouble, and there will be Cheng Jiao, and the South Korea behind Cheng Jiao is watching tigers—"

"Shh."

Zhao Ji tapped his lips lightly with her fingertips, and smiled foolishly, "If King Qin is the son born to me and you, that would be fine. Let's take him away from the court and go to a place where no one can find us. The family lives together."

"Zhao Shu! You are confused!"

Lu Buwei's face was ashen, and he walked away.

Zhao Ji crawled on the side of the couch, almost fell down, her voice was cold and depressed, "Buwei, if you dare to step out, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

"Boom--" "Boom--"

Thunder was rolling outside again, Lu Buwei's figure froze, as if separated by layers of haze.

He turned around very slowly, "If you and I want to stay together forever, it's not impossible, but we must first get rid of Cheng Jiao's obstacle."

Tears glistened in Zhao Ji's eyes, and hope was rekindled: "Buwei, I will listen to you. Whatever you say, Zhao Shu will do."

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"Boom—"

rain.

rain.

It's still raining.

Baitao fiddled with the glazed bead dish in her hand.

Looking at the yellow-leaved tree with green buds in the courtyard, he said depressedly: "Why hasn't it stopped growing? How many days has it been growing?"

Rui'er, who was beside her, added spices to the stove to repel mosquitoes, and said, "The spring rains are continuous, and it has been like this for a long time. The little master is really bored, but I can go to the place of the king."

"No, what's the fun with him, there are a bunch of white antiques coming in and out, seeing me is like seeing a child."

Baitao shook the bead plate and threw it away, "And brother Zheng, he is so busy, the pile of documents he reviewed is higher than my forehead, what do you think? What's so interesting about it."

Ruier sneered and said: "Then what is the little master going to do?"

"It doesn't matter." Baitao Carp stood up, "Go outside, even if it rains so heavily."

Rui'er also put down the work in her hands, "Little master, wait for me first, I'll go get ready."

"You girls have ink stains in every house, clean up here and there, I don't want to wait for you."

Baitao jumped out, leaving only Rui'er and her head tied in a double-snail bun, Rui'er was behind crying and laughing, "Little master, you are also a girl."

Black clouds turned over the ink without covering the mountains, and white rain jumped into the boat.

Baitao sat beside the fluffy boat, stretched out a bamboo pole and placed it on the water.

Occasionally, there are fish jumping non-stop on the water, and the wind is violent and the rain is sudden. Only thousands of frogs on the banks of the Weishui River can be heard calling out their air sacs.

It was foggy and misty.

"Little master? There is no bait on your bamboo pole, how can you catch fish?"

Rui'er sat next to her, and put a wooden bucket beside her, "Actually, I have to tell you, it's better to go to the fish market to buy a few fish, and save time."

Baitao wears blue and emerald pearl flowers on her head, and a long phoenix at the end, which is blown by the wind and fluctuates like ocean waves.

"Who said I'm going to fish? I don't want to learn from Jiang Taigong. I can't be a dog if I draw a tiger. I want to catch a raccoon. When he knows I'm coming, he will bite the hook."

"Fishing raccoons?" Rui'er was puzzled, "What kind of fish is that?"

"A fish that can dig trees."

"There are still tree-digging fish in this world?" Rui'er was even more puzzled.

When Zheng Guo, who climbed up from the stern behind, heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

He patted the child-sized carp in his arms, and said, "It's not the fish that can dig trees, it's the raccoon."

Seeing this beautiful young man who appeared out of nowhere, Rui'er was so frightened that she collapsed on the board of the boat.

She protected Baitao and panicked, "Fairy! This... This is definitely a fairy somewhere, run, little master, run!"

Baitao, Zhengguo, a fox and a beaver all looked at her, Baitao said, "How do you know he's a goblin?"

Rui'er's face turned pale: "This is the center of the Weishui River, there is no way around, he is so dry, what else can he be except a heart-eating monster, my little master"

Baitao interrupted her: "He's my friend, and he came here to give gifts. Look at the fish he's holding, he put a lot of thought into it."

Zheng Guo nodded when he heard the words, and when he saw Ruier's eyes, he smiled shyly, "I'm your little master's friend, and I'm here to deliver fish."

As he spoke, he pointed his white fingertips and poked the carp's tail.

The carp raised its tail and flicked left and right a few times, bringing up a string of bright lights.

Seeing that he had no intention of attacking anyone, Rui'er felt less panic in her heart.

And I saw the little master in Jinluo Yuyi go to hug the smelly fish.

Forgetting the weird and creepy feeling just now, Rui'er only puffed up her eyes and said, "Little master, your skirt is worth three hundred gold, and every gold thread embroidered on it is rubbed by hand and cannot be washed with water. Protecting the left and the right, finally keeping the expenses of an ordinary family for ten years, the little master is going to hug a fish like this now?"

Baitao said in confusion, "But I like to eat fish."

Zheng Guo also said: "This fish is very big."

Baitao pointed at him and said, "He doesn't eat fish, I'm sharing it for him."

Zheng Guodao: "Yes."

"..." Rui'er collapsed.

After Baitao sent Rui'er to the stern of the boat, she threw the carp on the board, knelt down and touched the head of the fish and said, "What a big carp, I haven't seen such a big carp in my life, what do you think?" Why can't it become refined?"

"You can't become a spirit now, don't you know?"

Zheng Guo thought for a while, and said: "Either you practice in seclusion and don't ask about the secular world, or you are still too young, a hundred years old is placed in our beaver family, and you haven't been weaned yet."

Baitao stretched out her foot and kicked, and said angrily, "Who are you saying hasn't been weaned!"

Zheng Guo hugged his knees and begged for mercy, "It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong, grandma!"

"Humph."

"It's just that you have only cultivated for a hundred years. Not only are you cultivated at a high level, but you can also survive in the Qin Palace. It is a great achievement."

Baitao reluctantly listened to his compliment, "Why can't you become a master now?"

"After the Yin and Shang Dynasties, you are not allowed to become a master. Fortunately, I have nothing to do in Han Shui's place for 2000 years, and I don't want to make progress. Otherwise, like now, those with high cultivation bases will be even more miserable, and the backlash will be more ruthless, so now there are many famous monsters. None exist anymore."

Baitao's heart skipped a beat: "You still didn't tell me why this happened."

Zheng Guo said with a mournful face, "Grandma, I'm just an unknown beaver who works hard every day to build dams. I can't figure out such a thing, even if I cut down [-] trees."

".All right."

Baitao hid the worries in her heart, decided not to make things difficult for him, and walked in dragging the fish's tail with one hand.

"Thank you for your hospitality. If you need to come to me in the future, I can also help you get through the relationship in Qin."

"Grandma, wait a minute." Zheng Guo came up, hesitant to say anything, "Qin is going to be flooded."

Baitao fluttered her eyelashes, "How do you know?"

"I'm a beaver, and the nature of water is my nature. When it's raining and when it's watering, I just smell it twice."

Zheng Guo said with emotion, "When there is a flood, those civilians who rely on fishing and farming for a living will be the first to suffer. At that time, I don't know how many people in Guanzhong will starve to death. If we can plan ahead, wouldn't we be able to reduce some losses? They are the creatures of the world, and I hope from the bottom of my heart that they can feel better."

Baitao asked: "Then you have such a good heart, why do you still want to suck the king's air from Gongziying?"

His eyes flickered, "It's not that I can't control it. I'm a beaver, and I'm kind to mortals, but after all, I'm a demon or a fairy, let alone a god."

Baitao listened to his words, and dragged the fat fish in without forgetting to say, "I'll tell brother Zheng about this, and you, if you catch such a big fish again, don't forget to give it to me first, I'll give it to you." It will do you good."

This is a proper banditry.

Zheng Guo responded in a hurry: "If you come to visit the lake next time, I will definitely come to you again."

(End of this chapter)