I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 43 The Red-Haired Man
"The throne belongs to my Jiao'er—"

Mrs. Han let out a last whimper, as if all her soul had been sublated and shriveled into hollow rice husks, she spit out a mouthful of blood in a panic.

He fell to the ground hoarsely.

Can force a woman who is steady at every step to say such outrageous words.

The old maid who was watching her eyebrows twitched, she felt a little admiration in her heart when she saw the girl leaving without touching her body while holding an umbrella.

Approaching the Liyang Palace, the Empress Dowager Huayang was still closing her eyes and praying, and the old maid told her everything that happened just now, "That little kid is really powerful, what Mrs. Han said is enough to kill everyone family."

"The old woman is not deaf. You can hear the wind blowing in this palace. That little girl... can force people like this. Why is she not defending the king of Qin? You order some people to confine Mrs. Han directly, and you can save your life." it is good."

Old maid: "Yes."

Mrs. Huayang picked up the bamboo tube and shook it, drew a lot, saw the engraving on it, her eyes turned, and she said that the bamboo piece was inserted into the bamboo charcoal, "It is worthy of King Qin, and it can hold down her rich life."

Baitao stepped down the jade steps.

The wind and snow were thrown behind his head.

In the wind and snow blowing ahead, a figure in a cloak was depicted, holding a tung oil umbrella, waiting for her.

In the deep palace where bones are buried, if there is someone who can always wait for you at the same place, it is nothing more than the sunny day outside, shining on the snow and melting on the tip of the heart.

a little bit.

Melt slowly.

He has long eyebrows, straight nose and thin lips, and he has a kind of vigor, "What did Madam Huayang tell you?"

Baitao held an umbrella and walked side by side with him, "He said something that was naughty."

"Well, is it cold?" Ying Zheng went to hold her hand without asking any further questions.

But Baitao stubbornly hid one hand, and was still a step behind: "Don't hold me, I'm not young anymore, and it's not like I had short legs a few years ago, when it snowed, I couldn't walk steadily."

Ying Zheng's expression remained the same, but his actions were undeniable.

Pick her up right away.

Baitao was still stepping on Huanshi with his big footprints, but suddenly bumped into his arms, frowned and said: "It hurts, hurts, you hit me."

The girl is as squeamish as a porcelain figure, untouchable.

Ying Zheng's heart became as soft as cloth: "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

Baitao groped and groped left, took out a seal from the inner liner of the deerskin cloak, and muttered: "It's all to blame, when you hugged me, you just hit me."

seal.

He took it.

It is engraved with the totem of the Qin State, a majestic falcon, but when it is unscrewed, a divine bird is impressively engraved inside.

"Hongqian, behind the scales, snake neck, fish tail, stork voice, Yuansi, dragon wen, fish back, swallow jaw, chicken beak."

Yingzheng's eyes were dark, and he looked carefully, "Xie Guanzi from Chu people once said, 'Phoenix, the bird of quail fire, and the essence of the sun'."

Baitao took a deep breath: "Most of the state of Chu worships the phoenix as a divine bird, this is the seal of the phoenix."

What else could Mrs. Huayang mean by taking the initiative to hand over the phoenix seal?
nothing more than—

It was nothing more than voluntarily withdrawing from this conspiracy vortex of soliciting persuasion, but it was a bit surprising to do so in this way.

Yingzheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Taotao, what did you say to the Queen Mother Huayang?"

"It's just some gossip"

Baitao felt a little guilty, she couldn't say that she was disrespectful to his grandmother, she might as well talk fiercely to his grandmother.

She stumbled and said, "I just asked, I said yes, and she said yes."

Yingzheng's piercing eyes can discern any disturbance in the court, let alone the people around him who get along day and night.

Seeing that she refused to say anything, he didn't ask any more questions, and just held her hand: "If you don't say it, don't say it. I would like to thank Taotao for talking about it."

Mrs. Huayang is willing to delegate power, and Qin can also reduce a lot of turmoil.

Baitao scratched his palm, "Well, you're welcome, I hit it by mistake too."

Ying Zheng hooked Ming Zhan's smile: "Yes."

"I just went to the Liyang Palace of the Empress Dowager Huayang, and I saw a bright red flower on the road, what kind of flower is that?"

"That's plum blossom."

"It really looks like it to me."

"like what?"

"picture"

My paw prints.

*
The plum blossoms in the corner of the wall are blooming alone in the cold, one tree after another, one flower after another, and the wind blows one petal at a time. It is an eye-catching beauty in the ice and snow.

But for others, this winter has been extraordinarily long and difficult.

Not only for the aristocrats in Xianyang City who are rich in underwear and food, but also for the porters and civilian soldiers of Qin.

The six-month midwinter lasted for half a year, not to mention that ordinary people store food not at home, but in caves and grottoes.

Such a blizzard, how many mountains are closed, how rough it is, how much it is freezing to death and starving to death.

This kind of chaos made everyone in the old Qin panic, calling it "Heaven's dispatch".

Lu Buwei played: open the granary, disaster relief.

Ying Zheng: Refute.

At first glance, Lu Buwei seems to have a kind heart and cares about the safety of the people, but the Qin State established the country by law and has its own mature system, which cannot be explained by a foreign minister like him.

There is a saying in the Qin Law: Disaster relief is not disaster relief.
The state of Qin is self-reliant with its military merits, and the old Qin people are proud of their military merits. If they acted according to the order of the Xiangguo and provided disaster relief for free, wouldn’t it make those who have made meritorious deeds have no place to stand? Fainted, wouldn't the iron pestle-like Qin Fa be a mess.

Deep: Refute.

But it’s not just refutation. After all, Shengmin is the foundation of the continuation of the country. Yingzheng only allowed Li Si to issue relative decrees, leading the counties and counties to unite as one, build houses that have been crushed, dredge mountain roads, and overcome difficulties together.

But such a strange celestial phenomenon, in the end, countless people died of freezing and starving.

There are official records.

In the 21st year of Qin Wangzheng, there was heavy rain and snow, with a depth of two feet and five inches, a very fierce year.

The old Qin people, who were almost suffocated by the severe winter, finally ushered in the beginning of spring. What awaited them was digging the soil, planting seeds, and welcoming the new year.

As the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good year, and they are all eagerly looking forward to the reduction of war chaos in their hearts, so that their wives, children, and children can have a full bowl of rice at the end of this year.

Feel at ease, the streets of Xianyang City are also flowing.

The movement of the crowd finally brought some vitality to Xianyang City.

However, a group of old Qin people who bought new species with bamboo baskets, now they all hold bamboo baskets and don't move.

Just because they noticed a strange-looking man in the crowd.

This man is barefoot, stepping on thin ice without fear of freezing.

He was wearing an extremely strange robe, which was white but not white, a bit dull, and somewhat transparent, emitting a kind of scaly light when it was illuminated by the sun.

picture.
Like nothing can be said.

In short, the man in this loose and strange robe has dark red hair that looks like dried blood, his face is smooth without a trace of hair, and his lips are scarlet as if he has just sucked blood.

The stature is extremely high, and it is a height that will never be ignored at a glance.

It stands to reason that this height is a good seed for soldiers to fight in battle, but when the old Qin people looked at his thin body, they all sighed.

It's a pity.

Old Qin, who was wearing a rough linen cotton coat, breathed out steam, and chattered while shaking Qin Yu.

The man didn't care either, pretending he didn't hear it at all.

He turned his eyeballs to look at a certain point, which was the Xiangguo Mansion sparkling with cars and horses.

Standing in front of the mansion are two doormen who are dressed in the same clothes, like two brothers, they are also talking about something, their faces look rather sad.

The man's eyeballs were round and swollen, protruding outwards, and the eyes were red.

Two streets away, began to slow down their movements and read their lips.

The two retainers of Xiangguo Mansion are Zuo Pi and You Xu.

It has been a long time since Lu Buwei taught them the task of finding talents with different talents, and it has been a long time since the snow is about to melt, and they haven't found a suitable one yet.

"Oh, when will I find it? It really makes me feel like a needle's eye."

The man stuck out his tongue hissingly, he was imitating You Xu's speech, his accent was a bit weird and jerky.

"Do you remember that there were three last time? I looked good, but you said that you would go to the eunuch in the palace to have an inspection to see if it would work. As a result, when I pulled over, I was so frightened that I was shocked. I didn’t pay attention and ran away over the wall, and what you said you did was ruined by your bad idea!"

This is imitating Zuo Pi, and the accent has begun to smooth.

"What does it have to do with me? Don't you just talk to people in advance?"

You Pi, with double needle eyes, was about to fall into the sky, and Zuo Pi also had a sore eye, "You know, how do you know?"

"Enter the palace to be a duck!" You Pi stiffened his neck, already giving up on himself.

"What kind of duck, what kind of duck, are you so loud?"

Zuo Pi looked around and noticed an extremely eye-catching red-haired man on the opposite street, but he didn't pay much attention.

He covered his brother's mouth, "Can you keep your voice down, this is on the street, not in the eunuch's room!"

"Mmmm."

You Pi broke free from his hand, "Shut up, we two brothers look at ducks on the street every day, is it glorious? Keep your voice down, if you want me to see it, just post a notice and pay a lot of money, no one will worry about it." Come."

Zuo Pi's eyes hurt to the top of his head: "Take some face."

"Enter the palace to be a duck?"

Just as the two brothers were arguing, a cold voice sounded from the side.

Zuo Pi was stunned for a moment, and saw the red-haired man who was two streets away just now came over at some point.

He looks really strange, especially with his striking red hair.

You Pi was also attracted by his hair color, but strange people are not uncommon in Xianyang City.

You Pi folded his sleeves and said, "Yes, are you interested in this?"

Zuo Pi sized him up, shook his head at his younger brother, and said, "Brother, let's go, you're not suitable."

The red-haired man said, "You know I'm not suitable?"

You Pi sneered, raised his arm and patted it, "This is a hard job, have you seen that, even me, a literati with a pen, is stronger than you. Look at your thin arms and legs, which are the same as yours. Or go home and eat more."

The red-haired man looked at Zuo Pi from top to bottom again, and repeated: "You know I'm not suitable?"

Zuo Pi said: "You and I are both men, why don't we just open up and say that women pay attention to the depth of the pool, while men pay attention to the big and small. We are not only looking for big ones, but also different ones. Look at you , you don't even have the strength."

The red-haired man frowned in disgust: "Mortals are short-sighted."

He took out a solid round stone from the mouth of the stone beast next to it, which is a comfort for mortals to ward off evil spirits.

He curled his lips mockingly, squeezed his white palm, and the stone instantly turned into powder and was blown up by the wind.

"?"

Zuo Piyou must suspect that he was delusional.

Immediately afterwards, he raised the stone beast weighing a thousand gold with one hand, like pinching a feather: "Strength?"

Zuo Pi and You Xu stared blankly again, involuntarily looking down at him, as if they were looking at something.

You Xu's upper and lower lips touched, and he stuttered: "You come with me first."

The red-haired man put down the stone beast, followed him in with a loud bang.

When passing by Zuo Pi, Zuo Pi smelled a strange smell, like a fishy smell in the soil, which faded after a while.

Zuo Pi sniffed, thinking that this weird man was brought here from the deep mountains and old forests.

After the red-haired man walked in, a stick of incense passed through.

Two sticks of incense.

Three sticks of incense.
Zuo Pi got impatient waiting outside, so he gave up picking passers-by at the gate of Xiangguo Mansion. He patted his robe and walked in, but bumped into his younger brother unexpectedly.

"Ouch." You Xu rubbed his nose, the needles in his eyes seemed to be heavier than before.

Zuo Pi glanced at the red-haired man standing behind him, and asked, "What's wrong? Is it different?"

Youxu seemed to be unable to say anything and nodded, and stretched out two fingers: "This way, what do you think?"

"What kind."

Seeing that the prime minister's deadline was coming, Zuo Pi was so anxious that he slapped his younger brother's head, then stretched out two fingers, and turned around: "Is this the length or the width?"

You Xu's lips fluttered twice, swallowed, and said with difficulty: "It's the quantity."

"What?!"

Now it was the calm elder brother's turn to jump, Zuo Pi's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

He turned his head sharply to look at the red-haired man, then pulled his brother's sleeve and walked aside, "Did you have a needle's eye for me to show you?"

Youxu closed his dry and painful eyes, then opened them again, "It's not wrong, I've looked at two sticks of incense, can't I count them?"

Zuo Pi didn't believe him, how could there be such a fantasy thing, he reached out and asked the red-haired man to go in again.

For a long time.

Zuo Pi rubbed the eye of the needle and came out, his lips were still trembling: "That's him."

(End of this chapter)