I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 41 The Song of the Gods
The Qin State entered winter very early.

After autumn, there will be heavy snow with goose feathers floating in the sky, dancing like a jade pendant butterfly.

Baitao stayed bored in the palace, and after the snow had rested for a while, she urged Ying Zheng to accompany her to the porch to visit the elk.

That cherry lip, small mouth.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but let her make trouble, but wrapped him tightly in a buckskin cloak with frayed edges before leaving.

When Baitao arrived at the racecourse, she saw the elk running with its hooves up and kicking the other horses from a long distance.

There was a lot of neighing and kicking, and the snow particles rustled. The elk held all four hooves of the other horses in mid-air, wishing to jump out of the railing and go wandering immediately.

Baitao hurriedly stopped, "Yo Yo!"

When the elk saw that it was the little master coming, it snorted, but restrained itself a bit.

It's just that when it passed by a sweaty BMW, it insisted on kicking its hooves, and then came over, "Yo Yo, Yo Yo."

Baitao: "."

The elk clung to her palm, fluffy and warm.

Baitao went to look at the black horse that had just been kicked by its hooves.

The black horse was glossy all over, its mane was combed meticulously, its four hooves were snow-white, and its shoulders were more than six feet high. More than a dozen horse slaves nervously went to check on its injuries.

It is extraordinary at a glance.

Baitao let out a breath of mist and asked, "Whose horse is that?"

Yingzheng said quietly: "That is the treasure of the world. It was paid tribute from the barbarians. It is the favorite ride of the widow."

Baitao: "."

Very good, get into trouble as soon as you go out.

She was a little guilty, puffed up her pink cheeks and looked at the elk feigning anger.

The elk was still whistling to itself, "Yo Yo, Yo Yo, Yo Yo, Yo Yo."

Cooperating with the sound of several horse slaves shoeing Tianxiabao's horseshoes, it was quite regular.

"Forget it." Baitao touched the elk's horns, "You see, the other horses are far away, but that Tian Tian Bao is still standing there stupidly, it deserves to be kicked."

Ying Zheng: "."

Baitao took out a gold chain from his pocket, put it around the elk's neck, and asked him, "Look, doesn't it make you look more luxurious when you wear it?"

The elk, as white as snow in the sky, put on a yellow gold chain at first glance, exuding an earthy smell of falling into the mundane world.

Ying Zheng was silent, "Very good."

"I also think it's very good. I even engraved words on the gold medal on the gold chain. When others see this elk, they will know that it belongs to the owner."

He was a bit apprehensive: "You even engraved a letter and sent an elk."

The implication is that the deer was not even given to him.

Baitao didn't understand why he wanted to compete with an elk for the gold chain, so she didn't hear it.

He just said, "Yeah, I carved a peach character and a political character, so that others will know that it belongs to us. Last time you took me hunting, do you remember what you recited later?"

Ying Zheng: "I remember, I rubbed your feet for a long time after I came back."

That night's ankle was slender and white, and it was so beautiful that it could be seen clearly in his palm.

He rolled his Adam's apple, and looked at Baitao with a vague and incomprehensible light in his eyes.

Elk: "Yo Yo Yo."

Baitao let out a "huh", "I told you the other day that I would help you find an elk if I had time, but I always remember that the elk I found this time was white, which is rare, and we can see it anytime, anywhere, every day. "

The life of a deer is one thousand years old, and it will be white when it reaches five hundred years old.

This deer is not only rare, but coming to Qin is a kind of blessing in itself.

Ying Zheng raised the corners of his lips.

He touched Baitao's head with his hand.

Baitao raised her small face and said, "I can remember your words for a long time, and I really care about you."

"Ah."

His eyes were dark and burning, his voice was hoarse, "Does Shangxin like it?"

Elk: "Yo Yo."

"Yes." Baitao said without thinking, "If I don't like you, who else can I like."

Ying Zheng was very satisfied, brushed away the sideburns from her cheeks, leaned her thin lips close together, and her lips and teeth were glued together like knees, even the horse slaves around her hurriedly lowered their heads not daring to look around.

The tall and handsome king embraces the petite and charming girl, the elk, the galloping horse, the swaying snowflakes, and the intertwined breath.

It is a blurred and dense emotional involvement.

After a long time, Yingzheng raised his arm, grabbed Baitao's waist with one hand, and let her hip sit in the crook of his arm.

This is a great kissing position.

Her exquisite figure was almost attached to his chest and shoulders.

The muscles and bones of the broad shoulders converged to form a smooth line, his brows were slightly drawn, and his five fingers were inserted into the back of her head.

The orange glow shrouded the two of them, and under such gorgeous rendering, the boy kissed the girl in his arms deeply again.

Baitao's eyelashes trembled as she endured his kisses and aggression.

The other party is a special person in my life, and this experience is undoubtedly a joy.

But Baitao felt that kissing was not good.

Amidst the melodious whistle of the elk, she moved her head back a little bit, and said seriously, "Brother Zheng, winter hasn't come yet, maybe spring is coming."

Ying Zheng: "."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and pinched her slender waist in a punitive way.

Baitao was itchy and moved in his arms, "Oh, it's wrong, it's wrong."

While the two were fighting, a palace official came over from outside, "My lord, my lord."

Ying Zheng pressed Baitao's head on his shoulder, raised his chin slightly, "What's the matter?"

"Empress Huayang, please invite the little master Baitao into Liyang Palace for a short talk."

Baitao said in a daze, "Well, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, the empress dowager only said that the slave should invite the young master to enter the Liyang Palace, but she didn't say anything else."

The palace staff stuffed their hands into their cuffs and lowered their heads. Baitao glanced at Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng put her down, slipped his hand into her cuffs and shook her, "Go."

Sometimes, the Empress Dowager Huayang can reassure him more than Zhao Ji.

Baitao nodded, and brushed his fingertips across his warm fingertips, "Well, I'm leaving."

The girl and the palace servants were lost in the snowstorm.

Ying Zheng watched her from a distance until the shadow of her pulse disappeared.

The wind and snow gradually floated in front of his eyes. With a condensed handsome face, he took off the gold necklace on the elk, looked at the peach character engraved on it, and stroked it gently.

Zhao Gao was holding a tung oil umbrella for him, "Your Majesty, there are rumors"

He hesitated to speak, "Said that the death of Lord Chang'an had something to do with you, your lord, and also said that you, your lord, killed your fellow brothers with a stick."

Ying Zheng smiled complicatedly, and said in a low voice, "You're right."

*
In the howling air.

A faint scent of sandalwood floated over, Baitao gathered her cloak, and just stepped on the steps, before approaching Liyang Palace, she heard Qingyue's bronze chime bells beating Chuci.

Qu Yuan's "The Lord in the Cloud".

"Yu Lan Tang Xi Mu Fang, Hua Caiyi Xi Ruo Ying."

A heart-piercing female voice sounded, "Queen Huayang, Cheng Jiao is just a child, he is innocent, what is he guilty of, Queen Mother!".

Baitao recognized that it was Mrs. Han's voice, so she paused.

The chimes continued to ring.

"The spirit is still curled up and stays, and it is clear and young."

"Jian Jiang is in the palace of longevity, and the sun and the moon are in the same light."

The bronze chimes were struck slowly and loudly, and the lingering sound was endless, like a hovering god descending into the world.

Weaved by the wind and snow into the god in the cloud carried on the dragon cart.

"It must have been instigated by the villain. He had no choice but to fall into the scheme of the villain. He is my son! He is your grandson!"

"He's not just talented, he's still weak. He greets you every day on weekdays. He never oversteps the rules or has any evil intentions. You watched him grow up. Does Cheng Jiao have any intention of rebelling? Don't you know?" do you know?"

Kneeling in the snow was Mrs. Han, and Baitao stepped up the stone steps and stood silently behind her.

She was weeping bitterly, but within a few months, she was already emaciated, and her black hair turned frosty white.

The never-ending wind blowing in the deep palace scattered her bones and blood.

It rushed over frantically again, as if with a click, it broke the mother's spine.

The suffering of mortals can't please the gods after all, and the sorrow, bitterness and poison are just the punishment from the gods.

"He is your own grandson! He has been raised under your knees for 18 years!"

"Now your grandson is branded as a traitor and traitor. He will live forever, not included in the genealogy, removed from the ancestral temple, and become a person who bears infamy and is cast aside by thousands of people in Qin."

"He is wronged, how wronged is he?! Empress Dowager Huayang, how can he rest in peace under the Nine Springs, how can he rest in peace!"

Mrs. Han wept bitterly, tears seemed to be shed, and shouted: "Queen Mother! Queen Mother! This concubine invites Queen Mother."

"Since the Emperor Ling has descended, he has risen far away and is in the clouds."

"It's more than enough to look at Jizhou, but it's poor to travel across the world."

Baitao lowered her eyelashes, handed the tung oil umbrella to Ruier beside her, and the skirt woven with gold embroidered thread meandered past Mrs. Han, like blood flowing.

Mrs. Han saw her walking over.

"Squeak-"

The closed gate of Liyang Palace was opened by several palace maids.

The heat inside was full, and the hot and cold hit the face, making people shiver involuntarily.

"Thinking of my husband, I take a deep breath, and my heart is heavy with exhaustion."

A dignified woman's voice came from inside, and she was softly singing Chu Ci.

When the door opened, listen carefully, and a voice came from inside saying, "Let's just leave the door open, and the old woman should also watch the wind and snow in Xianyang City more."

Baitao shook the snow off the cloak, and a few people swept it with peacock feather dusters, and let her in like that.

Stepping into the cold light and shadow, she knelt down politely, "The daughter of the people pays homage to the Empress Dowager Huayang, and the Empress Dowager is a thousand years old."

"Folk girl?"

Several cracked tortoise shells were scattered on the ground, and the Empress Dowager Huayang sat on the brocade mat.

She poked the wooden stick into the coals in a copper basin, and said lightly: "The day is always changing, what will happen to the day, look outside, the snow is so heavy that the old woman's eyes are dazzled, You are a civilian girl now, but will you still be tomorrow?"

Baitao dealt with it with a hundred times of energy: "No matter how the world changes, the person is still the same person."

"You are right, the person is still the same person, and the heart is also the same heart."

The Empress Dowager Huayang's white jade earrings shook lightly, and she blew on the red-hot stick, "Too stubborn, overly ambitious, unruly, this is what the old woman predicted for King Qin earlier."

She added, "After so many years, the old woman's eyes have never missed it, and it has finally become his first step to mutilate his younger brother."

When Baitao heard what he said about Brother Zheng, she defended uncomfortably: "The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. This has happened since ancient times, so what's wrong with it."

Mrs. Huayang's face was calm, but she didn't answer.

She inserted the wooden stick into the turtle shell, and with a "click", a spiderweb-like crack appeared on it, and then threw the turtle shell aside.

Baitao's gaze followed her movements, and she was surprised to find that the cracks on the ten turtle shells were all very similar.

No, it's exactly the same.

Seeing her surprise, Mrs. Huayang still calmly said: "You can see what the old woman is divining?"

Baitao is not interested in these gossips, "Folk girls don't understand these things."

It is enough to be able to see people who are near death.

"The old woman is from Chu, and Chu people worship mountain ghosts as gods."

Mrs. Hua Yang said, "When the old woman was a princess of the Chu Kingdom, she studied a volume of heavenly scriptures in the hands of a witch, which was written on Yin Yang and Five Elements, and the art of geomancy. After intensive reading, the old woman could see everything naturally. People—their own definite number in the dark.”

She straightened her sleeves, "The old woman was appreciated by the king of Chu through divination, and she traveled thousands of miles to marry Qin, and was able to marry Ying Zhu. He was only a prince at that time, and the old woman already knew that he was the future King of Qin. Ying Yiren, who was adopted by the old woman, everyone in the world thinks that the old woman recognizes him as her son, that is Lu Buwei's slippery old woman."

"Actually, it's not the case. The old woman has already seen it. Sui changed his name to Ying Zichu."

"Later it was the eldest son of Yingzi Chu, and now the King of Qin."

"The first time the old woman saw Ying Zheng, she also saw the Yan Huang Qi on him, which was different from Ying Zhu's, overwhelming, and even better than the overlord King Qin Zhaoxiang."

"My king's order."

"Being the king of Qin is his destiny, but it's not just the end."

Madam Huayang closed her eyes slightly, "But the old lady still treats him poorly and blames him harshly, smart girl, do you know why?"

(End of this chapter)