I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 45
no answer.

Zhao Ji felt a burst of moisture on her face, she raised her hand to wipe it, looked at the lip fat left in her fingertips, "Is it makeup?"

The hall is as quiet as stagnant water.

"No Wei, why hasn't he come yet?"

She asked herself over and over again, leaving all her thoughts behind, her eyes were full of whether Wei Wei would not like it, would Wei Wei not like it, would Wei Wei not like it.
Lu Buwei Lu Buwei Lu Buwei.

If he smiles more, she will be more happy, if he is tired, she will be anxious and sleepless all day long.

Zhao Ji was in a hurry to adorn herself, like a weak clam eager to put on a hard shell, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Mother Sun, Mother Sun."

Sun Nanny was not there, there were footsteps outside, the footsteps were heavy and firm, not like the footsteps of a palace lady but a man's.

Is it wrong if it's a man's?
No no no.Zhao Ji immediately denied it.

His footsteps are light and gentle, and his demeanor is upright and dignified.

Zhao Ji clutched the quilt tightly, was that the person Buwei sent someone into the palace to deliver the letter?What will be written in the letter.

Will you write a promise to marry her?
Then why didn't he come back and tell him in person, is he really so busy?Too busy to even get married.

Zhao Ji was disappointed in her heart, and she was filled with infinite anticipation. She stood up suddenly, but she never thought that her footsteps would be swaying, and she would almost fall to the ground.

Someone came in.

He was not a man, with a clean, hairless chin that the best razors could not shave, and he wore the clothes of a servant, but he had red hair that blazed brightly, and he was extremely tall.

"who are you?"

Zhao Ji felt that this man was strange, and looked behind him, "You are not from Buwei's mansion, who are you? Where is Buwei?"

Lai Ai looked down at the mother of the emperor, he stretched out his long, scarlet tongue and licked around the skin of his mouth, leaving a circle of sticky liquid still ticking.

Shocked to the point of numbness in the scalp, Zhao Ji trembled and feared: "Go away, get out of here, Aijia wants to find Buwei, what are you?"

She shouted at the top of her voice, "Come on, come on!"

There was no movement outside, as if dead.

There was a slight hissing sound from Lao Ai's throat, and the snake's pupils glowed red. Behind him was a large python with a big mouth and fangs, circling and entwining non-stop.

He imitated Lu Buwei's tone: "Zhao Ji."

Zhao Ji was dizzy for a while, her pupils gradually became dizzy, and her surroundings seemed to become foggy. She was standing on the singing stage, and the hall below was full of people. Flying up: "Colorful! Colorful! Colorful!"

"The number one prostitute in HD, really nice!"

"One more song, one more song."

"Singing well hahaha, I don't know how to sing in bed!"

"With such a good voice, screaming is also ecstasy."

The obscene language and the foul-smelling money were thrown on Zhao Ji's body, causing pain.

But the girlish Zhao Ji is just an insignificant ant, and her mother Sang is still estimating a good price for her from clients.

The only thing she can do is to smile innocently and romantically, which is the most sympathetic look for a man.

Zhao Ji can't make the decision, she can only drift, hoping that the heavens will give her a good home.

Her destination falls on the outside merchants in HD.

Lu Buwei, the world's number one businessman with a wealth of wealth and extensive knowledge.

He sat in the guest seat calmly, and when he saw her frightened on the stage, he showed a smile.

His temperament is truly outstanding, if Zhao Ji can get the rewarding gaze from this kind of man, Zhao Ji should do her best to grab his heart with a pair of charming eyes, but she has a hot face My ears are hot, and I am dumbfounded.

Lu Buwei bought her.

wish.

Zhao Ji became his person as she wished, but how can someone who has only met her once be called her wish fulfilled.

But Zhao Ji just felt that just one look, just one look, everything was worth it.

The tall halls and mansions, with green tiles and vermilion eaves, are the houses where he lives.

Outstanding talent, good conversation, is his friend.

Zhao Ji walked into his world in this way, there is no such endless flesh and blood tricks like Mama Sang, but even so, Zhao Ji still feels uneasy.

The reason is, he didn't really want her.

This made her feel that even the only voice she could handle was awkward in front of him.

So she seduces him like a real sleazy whore, using what she's learned all her life, what she's learned, is to attach to a man, and if he doesn't attach to her, it's all over.

Lu Buwei's clear face was reflected under the window, and her kiss fell on his lips

On that night, she gave herself completely to him.

Maybe it was his pity, but she really got this pity. No matter what, it was enough for Zhao Ji.

That night, and another night.

He would often go to brew a Gu wine, sit in a secluded place and play the piano, and he also allowed her to accompany him.

Zhao Ji knelt beside him and sang, her melodious voice accompanied by his piano sound, from trees in the south to beautiful women, from south accent to north tune to Wu Nong's soft language.

If he wanted to, Zhao Ji would sing him a love song for the rest of his life.

This is where she belongs, oh my god.

But when Ying Yiren arrived on a certain day, her home was gone, and the sky collapsed. Even though she was full of charms, he didn't have the slightest memory of her.

He let her go, as if he had bought her to value.

"No Wei, no Wei, you are so cruel!"

Zhao Ji's pupils glowed brightly, and her voice was like a cuckoo weeping blood.

Big drops of tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, this memory was like a torment in purgatory, almost disintegrating her whole body into fragments.

After picking up the poor woman's memories, Lao Ai spit out a red mist from her thin mouth, imitating Lu Buwei's tone gloomyly, "There are trees in the south."

"I can't stop thinking about it." Zhao Ji threw herself into "him" arms, as if all the hustle and bustle had gone, "Buwei, you still remember, as long as you want to listen, and you like to listen, Zhao Shu will keep singing , until death."

Immediately afterwards, she was afraid that he would not want to, so she babbled and opened her voice, ups and downs: "There are trees in the south, you can't stop thinking about it; Han has wandering women, you can't think about it. Unbelievable."

There are trees in the south, no, Hugh.

The singing of Queen Mother Zhao's palace rang all night, night after night.

Singing to the point of vomiting and mocking, and then howling like ghosts and wolves.

The maids and servants on duty outside the door did not break in. Everything here seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible chess players, making this place a prison.

The Empress Dowager's Palace is very close to the Qin Palace.

Standing on the Guhong Terrace in Mount Li, Baitao looked at the green tiles and vermilion eaves on the Empress Dowager's Palace, why did she feel like she was faintly giving off a demonic air.

Her eyebrows were clustered, and she had a bad premonition.

This bad premonition did not come from the evil spirit, but why she only realized it now that she was standing on the hundred-foot-high Guhong Terrace.

There is no doubt that this demon's cultivation level is not low, even higher than hers.

Ying Zheng was shooting Gu Hong vigorously by her side, pushing the bow away with the force of his left shoulder pushing his right shoulder.

After shooting three wild geese, he glanced away from the corner of his eye, and Baitao was in a daze, completely oblivious to his heroic appearance just now.

He pursed his lips: "Tao Tao, what are you thinking?"

"Oh, I was wondering..."

From a height of more than a hundred feet, you can overlook the vast mountains and rivers below.

The mountains are a few shades of ink, and the water is the wrong ink dipped in clear water, like a waterfall hanging in the air, crashing for thousands of miles, with overlapping peaks, green mountains floating in the water, and swan geese flying across the sky.

The incomparably shocking mountains and rivers and the country are thus outlined.

Bai Tao drooped her eyes, but she didn't lie to him, "The scenery in this place is so beautiful."

"This is just Qin."

Yingzheng raised his eyebrows, "When I rule the six countries, the whole world will be trampled under my feet. At that time, I will enjoy the mountains and rivers together with Taotao."

Baitao understands his ambitions, but now a big monster has come out, maybe it has answered the mountain ghost's hexagram, she pulled the hem of his clothes a little depressed, "Brother Zheng, I don't want to continue hunting."

"Tired?"

"I want to go back."

The fox's lair was about to be stolen, and it slipped to Aunt Zhao's place.

How could Baitao not be in a hurry, "I want to go back to the palace, I don't like it here, Brother Zheng, okay?"

No one can resist the little fox acting like a baby.

With a wave of his arms, Ying Zheng threw the bow and arrow to Qin Bing beside him. He kneaded her face, "Okay, I will return to the palace with you later. Are you hungry? Go down and eat something to fill your stomach first."

Baitao also knew that such a strong demonic aura was not created in a day, so she couldn't be in a hurry, and said sullenly: "Yes."

The wooden lifting platform underneath rose, and after a sound of chain friction, Ying Zheng and she landed on the ground.

The two brothers Meng Tian and Meng Yi acted as guards on the ground. When they saw Ying Zheng holding the white peach in his arms, they were still young after all, they were in their twenties, and they turned their eyes away as if they didn't see it.

Ying Zheng took it calmly: "Go and kill some fat pheasants."

"Yes!" Meng Tian Mengyi clasped his fists together, turned around and left with strides.

Stepping on the soft green grass, soaked in the fresh and fragrant fragrance of flowers in Lishan Mountain, Ying Zheng led Baitao and walked through the rugged mountain road.

A leather tent suddenly appeared in front of it, and a elk was still gnawing grass with its head down, very leisurely.

Ying Zheng wanted to spend such rare free time with Baitao.

Seeing that Sixiang was about to eat up the grass next to the tent, Baitao hurriedly called over: "Sixiang, come quickly."

When the elk heard its master calling it, it snorted twice, and came over on its high hooves. Baitao reached out and stroked its neck, and Yingzheng touched its antlers with his hands down.

Baitao turned her head to look at Ying Zheng.

Seeing that his side face was dotted by the mountains and rivers, it seemed like a fairy shadow, she said: "Is this deer good?"

"good."

"If you come to see it often, you can have feelings, and if you have feelings, you can be friends, just like me and you are good friends."

"I'm just friends with you?"

It was the second time he asked this question, Baitao tugged at his sleeve and said, "He's a good friend."

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Ying Zheng didn't want to correct her mistakes anymore, anyway, Baitao had been raised by her for eight years, and whoever was raised by him is his, "Do you have any other good friends?"

Baitao said: "No, only you are a good friend."

The girl does not wear makeup, but she is so charming and lovely, which makes people sigh secretly at the magic of the creation of the world.

Ying Zheng bent over and sucked her lips, sometimes tenderly and sometimes tenderly, "Can a good friend kiss?"

Baitao took the initiative to give him a sip, her brows curved: "Sure, you are a good friend."

Ying Zheng was deeply moved. He didn't ask any more questions. He turned to the northwest and said, "Don't hide, come out."

The grass rustled, and two brothers, Meng Tian and Meng Yi, came out of it.

Their hunting is just a matter of three times, five times and two times. Now that they are carrying two plucked chickens in each hand, they bump into the king and have a love affair with the girl. They are also a little embarrassed, "Your lord. Your servant"

Yingzheng looked down at Baitao, only to see Baitao's eyes were round and round, and the pupils only reflected the chickens flying all over the sky.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, and said to the two brothers, "Go and torture yourself by the bonfire."

"Yes!"

Meng Tian Meng Yi was relieved and hurried to work.

The fire was set up and embers were crackling, and the roast chicken was spun around on the sharpened wood frame. The two brothers Meng Yi and Meng Tian watched the roast chicken attentively, wishing to see some holes.

Baitao's black hair spread out, and she lay limply on Ying Zheng's lap.

Ying Zheng's slender, jade-like fingers caressed her hair one after another, and also eased Baitao's inner anxiety. Baitao squinted her eyes, smoothing her hair and quilt very comfortably.

"Why don't you lose your hair?" Ying Zhengcai picked out three strands of her long hair and asked.

Baitao wondered why he would ask, "Should I lose my hair?"

He fell silent, wrapped her three hairs around his fingertips, and said, "Shouldn't Taotao lose her hair?"

Hmph, childish ghost.

Baitao didn't want to play such a small game with him, so she opened her mouth and bit his fingertips.

Yingzheng raised his eyebrows, pulled out his fingertips, and pressed his cool lips against hers, "Taotao, don't seduce me."

Meng Tian and Meng Yi beside him are both Jiang Shuaizhi who were born in the Meng family. Their eyes and ears are so sharp, they are really solidified like stone sculptures.

Take a closer look at their upper bodies turned slightly, completely facing away from each other.

Bai Tao was still playing kisses with Ying Zheng on her own, and she found that after each kiss, his deep starry eyes shone like crystals, and there would be soft ripples at the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, I won't kiss anymore." Baitao felt a little tired, so she kissed him on the cheek and it was over. Ying Zheng also let go, and said to Meng Tianmengyi, "Isn't it alright?"

"Back, back to Your Majesty, it's already baked."

Meng Tian looked quite tough, and his voice was like Lei Guanhong, full of energy, he turned around and brought up the roasted chicken that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, without any sloppiness in his movements.

Ying Zheng took it, looked at the greedy Baitao next to him, raised his long eyelashes and said, "It's hot."

"I know." Baitao wanted to flick her tail, but she still lay on top of him, obediently waiting for him to feed her.

Ying Zheng gracefully tore off a piece of chicken, stuffed it into her mouth, and said to Meng Tianmengyi, "You are all my playmates when I was young. In the blink of an eye, I have been busy with political affairs for four or five years, and I haven't had time to reminisce about the old days."

Meng Yi said bluntly: "It is the great Qin's fortune for the king to serve the country and the people."

Meng Tian put out a jar of Lanling fine wine and three earthenware bowls from the side. Amidst the aroma of the wine, he said sonorously, "Yes, for Qin's sake, you don't have to mess with our servants."

Several generations of Mengshi are famous generals, and the two brothers Meng Yi and Meng Tian are even more high-spirited, and their talents are limitless.

The most important thing is to be brave and loyal. Qin State has them, which is the real backbone.

Baitao vaguely knew that Brother Zheng was trying to win over the two of them, so she acted even more obediently as a decoration.

Ying Zheng fed the white peach, his eyes flashed, "Don't be cautious, now you and I are no longer monarchs and ministers, but ordinary friends who have picnics and play, and we can talk about the landscape as much as we want."

Meng Yi said loudly: "Yes!"

Meng Tian picked up a bowl of Lanling wine and handed it to Yingzheng, "Your Majesty, you don't drink alcohol at a picnic, what's the point of chewing meat? Your Majesty, come, our brothers respect you."

Ying Zheng also touched the bowl with a hearty smile, "Come on! Do it!"

Throat rolled a few times, the bowl in his hand bottomed out, Meng Tian and Meng Yi even gulped it down, Meng Yi said, "Lanling fine wine, really good wine."

Meng Tian patted his legs and said: "Plump and long, mellow and fragrant, refreshing the spleen. I also heard that Xun Sheng, a famous Confucianist and Legalist in the world, was willing to be a small county magistrate of Lanling in order to taste such fine wine from time to time. This shows that this fine wine is delicious. the beauty of it."

Ying Zheng is also a good wine drinker.

But usually it's just a taste, and with such a beautiful woman in his arms, he held up the wine and said, "One or two fine wines are worth a hundred gold, but friendship is invaluable."

"For Your Majesty, do it!"

Meng Yi and Meng Tian yelled in unison, both drank their drinks, within a moment their faces were flushed, their breaths were short of breath, they were already dazed and staring.

Yingzheng asked at the right time, "You just said that Xunzi, a master of Confucianism and Legalism, combined the two schools of Legalism and Confucianism. Since ancient times, Legalism and Confucianism have conflicted in essence. So who do you think is better than Legalism or Confucianism?"

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