I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Chapter 23

Baitao was covered in dust and leaves, and squeezed out from between the trees.

Because it was to avoid eyes and ears, when she came out, her whole face was smudged like a cat.

Rui'er, who finally found her, stared at her for a while, "Actually, little master, this servant can not only eat, sleep and play, but also bathed the big and small flowers in the village before."

Baitao: "."

He almost wanted to ask who the big flower and the second flower were, but he swallowed it.

Anyway, it's not a good thing, so it's useless to ask.

Baitao said, "Let's go back."

Ruier asked: "Little Master, are we not going to find the Empress Dowager?"

Maybe it's not uncommon for people to look for her.

The scene of Aunt Zhao sticking out her long, pointed fingertips and poking Uncle Lu's chest with a hint of anger and a smile flashed through Baitao's mind.

She followed suit, poking Rui'er's face with her finger, "My friend, don't ask so many questions, let's go."

Ruier: "?"

Baitao ignored her and walked forward with short legs.

On her first day on the job, Rui'er understood the hard work of being on duty. Fearing that she would get lost again, she hurried to keep up with this careless young master.

Soon it was time for Yingzheng to go to court, it was almost noon, and the sun was quite warm.

Baitao was buried in the jungle of Yingzheng's bookcases, and the bamboo slips were scattered all over the floor after being pulled round and round.

Seeing that she couldn't seem to look around, Zhao Gao took the initiative to come over and said, "Little master, I need to find something to study."

Baitao: "Research is not counted. I'm afraid that the study will be on Zhuang Zhou's head. Little Gaozi, do you know where "Zhou Li" is? I'll just take a quick look."

Zhao Gao was extremely organized in his affairs, and he never forgot the books in the bookcase.

He pulled it out from the gap and offered it to her without saying much flattering words, "Little master, please."

After receiving the bamboo slips, Baitao took them and sat on the swing to flip through "Zhou Li", trying to find the public order and good customs about mortals in the text.

If I have a second father and a biological mother.

My second father and my own mother are together, as the leader of a country, can I do it?
While she was still searching for an answer, a shadow was cast on the letter.

Ying Zheng turned down and stood behind her, glanced at the book in her hand, and smiled lazily, "What are you looking at?"

Baitao was taken aback, and turned to see him, "Hey, you're back."

Ying Zheng came over and said, "Are you still watching this?"

Shaking her two short legs, Baitao pointed at the bamboo slips of the letter and said, "Well, I like reading books. This week's rites are well explained. Look, there are a lot of words written."

It was a world-shattering experience.

He chuckled lightly, touched her two double-snail buns, and then pulled the swing rope and pushed forward, "Is it because the maid is not happy, and she has changed to reading?"

"That's not the case, that Rui'er is very good, don't blame her."

Baitao had something in her heart, and when she was pushed towards the blue sky, she suddenly looked back and said, "Brother Zheng, I actually have something I want to tell you, but I don't know what to say about it, so I can only read it in the book first." Have you written it?"

Ying Zheng was obviously in a good mood, and snorted softly through his nasal cavity, "Huh?"

"I just now." Baitao bit her lip, "I saw Aunt Zhao."

His tone softened: "Oh, it's the queen mother."

"I saw" Baitao's speech speeded up, and she simply poured out, "I saw Aunt Zhao and Uncle Lu staying in the back mountain, hugging and kissing, and they made an appointment to go back to the palace to talk together at night."

At the end, she looked at his expression after finishing speaking.

Flowers and willows are all over the ground, and under the brocade tree embroidered belt, he paused carelessly, as if he couldn't get the slightest color, revealing large areas of gray and black, which couldn't blend into the luxuriant picture scroll.

Then the petals on the branches hit his shoulder little by little.

His delicate brows were tightly pressed, and after a long time, he pursed his lips and said: "The queen mother is also a woman, and her father passed away. If she continues her relationship, my son, the widow, will not stop her."

Having said that, but his outline is not so natural, and the last few words seem to have turned into iron sand and smoothie, and it is hard to get stuck.

Bai Tao realized it all at once, and racked her brains to comfort her: "Even if Aunt Zhao and Uncle Lu are together, you are still her dearest son."

Ying Zheng: "Yes."

"Every mortal chooses differently and lives differently. Just like you and me, you deal with political affairs diligently every day, and I wander around and play around every day. It's the same. Aunt Zhao... even if she chooses to be with Lu If uncle is nice, he won't choose to forget you, and don't want you."

Baitao was trying to hold back her words.

Ying Zheng slightly raised his eyelids to look at the eaves of the thousand-story building, "Okay."

Bai Tao didn't know what to say.

Since she was a child, she didn't know who her own parents were, and she was raised by her brother alone, so naturally there was no such embarrassing thing.

Although she can perceive his emotions, she cannot understand his emotions.

Just like you never know how much it hurts until you hit yourself with the board.

The young king has a gloomy temperament, like a chrysalis stuffed into a cocoon, which seems to be tightly wrapped.

Baitao wrinkled her nose, changed the topic and said, "Brother Zheng, you are very different."

"What's the difference?" he asked.

"You are young, I feel like you are a little old man who has lived seven or eighty years."

There was a deep sea hidden in the young man's sword eyebrows. He pinched her nose, and finally a thin smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Every day I go to court to mediate with the old man, what do you think?"

"It seems to make sense."

Baitao muttered, "I'm still thinking about how you are like this at a young age. What will you do when you grow up? Do you want to be like an old master, with a straight line of speech, raised eyebrows, dilated nostrils, and seems to be able to breathe fire."

Ying Zheng couldn't help but laugh, "Where does it look, old master."

Of course Baitao wouldn't say that she watched it when she was a milk fox.

At that time, he was about two or three years old, ignorant, pointing his paws and swaying on his knees in a private school to listen to ordinary people's lectures.

The old master held a ruler in his hand, sprayed water foam from his mouth, and rubbed sparks out of his eyes.

The difference between good deeds and bad deeds Bai Tao heard it from the old master's mouth.

She had no choice but to make nonsense: "In my dreams, the old master said that I didn't listen to the lectures at school and wanted to beat me."

"It doesn't matter if you don't listen to it at school, those old antiques are all so eloquent." Ying Zheng's eyebrows were straight, and he said rather coldly, "There are so many people around, no one dares to hit Taotao's hands."

"When you grow up." He paused again, "You don't have to wait until you grow up, the widow will protect you now."

It was obviously nonsense, but in exchange for such a promise.

Baitao felt that her three big tails were about to fly up, and rubbed her face against his chest, "Well, you are indeed the best friend in the world, and I want to be a good friend with you for the rest of my life. "

The girl's cheeks were tender, and Ying Zheng worried that she would scratch the gold thread on her robe if she rubbed so hard, so he held her cheeks with the back of his hand.

The girl looked up at him, her almond eyes were bright, like a jubilant little animal, "You are so kind, you will still protect me."

In the vixen's impression, no matter where they are, protection itself is the most precious friendship.

Ying Zheng's eyes were dark and cold, and gradually cracked like broken jade.

He squatted down, the royal robe was hanging on the ground, and the girl sat on the swing and hugged his neck, rubbing her eyes limply.

As if performing some pious etiquette, Ying Zheng stuck it on her forehead, "Tao Tao, it's great to meet you."

She blinked: "I also think that meeting is a very, very good thing."

Yes, meeting is like flowers blooming in the thorny field, and the sand calling of the lost traveler in the wild.

Very good, very good.

*
Time flies like running water, and flies away in the blink of an eye.

Five years later, it was the time when the grass grew and the warblers flew and the swallows flew back.

Baitao's figure also grew at the speed of ordinary people, and she grew into a fifteen-year-old girl.

Her cheeks are condensed with fresh lychees, her nose is condensed with goose fat, her teeth are like braided shells, and she is as pretty as peaches in spring.

Although the almond eyes are innocent and romantic, but they always look at people with a bit of charm, which is absolutely unmistakable and seductive.

It's just that although the appearance of this noble young master raised in the depths of Xianyang Palace has changed, his preferences remain the same.

When I was young, I liked to climb the eaves and play around.

She's grown up—and loves to climb eaves and play around.

This has led to the fact that the eunuchs and maids entering the palace now more or less have to know a necessary skill for entering the palace

— Pull the ladder to climb the eaves.

As dusk approached, Baitao was resting on the eaves, watching the morning glow with her chin resting on her hands.

A maid's voice came from the palace gate, "Little master, little master."

A girl with round cheeks rushed in, it was Rui'er who had grown up.

Holding the rolled sheepskin in her hand, she saw Baitao on the eaves, jumped and waved her hands, "Little master, little master, it's Mr. Ziying who wrote you a letter, please read it quickly, read it quickly."

With such a loud voice, Baitao had already noticed the movement, "Okay, don't climb up, I'm coming down."

Touching the double-snail bun on her hair, Baitao felt that the blood-red twisted silk button on her hand was in the way, so she simply took it off and threw it aside.

She flipped cleanly twice, with two small golden bells tied around her ankles, trembling after the flip.

Baitao landed on the ground smoothly, and clapped her hands: "Gongziying? Who is he? Do I know him?"

Pulled the sheepskin roll from the hand of the palace maid Rui'er, shook it twice, and unfolded it.

[The harsh winter is over, and it's spring again.Among the elms and willows on the road, the spring weeping and the yingying, I sincerely invite Miss Bai to go boating on the Weishui Lake.Putting pen to paper: Gongziying. 】

son baby...

Baitao suddenly remembered.

Due to the large number of heirs of the previous kings, there are still many clans in Qin State.

In the past few years, Brother Zheng has also taken her to meet the family affairs. Although he is not an orthodox princess of the Qin Kingdom, Brother Zheng will let her show up more often.

As long as she obediently acts as a decoration, she doesn't need to speak much, it seems to let others get to know her and remember that she is not easy to mess with.

This son-in-law was seen at last year's state banquet with brother Zheng. He is brother Zheng's close royal family, only one or two years younger than brother Zheng.

At that time, she saw the indistinct royal air on the top of Gong Ziying's head, and thought it was strange, so she took a few more glances.

Those few glances made Gong Ziying blush on the spot, and later she thought she had misread him, so she forgot about him.

I didn't expect that now I want to go boating with her on the lake, what kind of heart is this?
Baitao watched a lot of people's hearts and minds with Brother Zheng, so she paid more attention to the purpose and intention.

"Little master, I have heard that this young master, Yinggong, is good at calligraphy and painting, has an upright character, a gentle attitude, and an elegant demeanor."

Rui'er stuck out her tongue and teased, "Such a talented person, I've fallen in love with you, my lord."

Bai Taotan opened his mouth slightly: "What does he like about me?"

The girl's 15-year-old appearance, almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, makeup without natural charm, especially this slightly open mouth, pure and charming mixed to the extreme, even the fiery red morning glow is intoxicated by her.

"Of course it's beautiful!"

Rui'er didn't even think about it, nodded and said, "My servant was poor when I was young, and I got mixed up in the market. I have seen all kinds of people since I was a child. I have never seen such a lovely person as the young master. Even if I serve the young master now Yes, I have read a few books, know a few words, gained some knowledge, and met all the dignitaries in the palace, but there is no one who can compare with my little master, my little master, you look like a goblin Just as good-looking!"

Bai Tao bit her tongue.

She was originally a fairy.

It's normal for a vixen to be good-looking, but if it's not good-looking, it's probably a mutation.

Like her elder brother, his handsomeness is unmatched by anyone, if he is attracted to just because of his good looks, then wouldn't it be surprising that more people will be attracted to him.

Baitao said: "I'm not going. I'm not a disher. I like what I like. Besides, I can go on a boat trip by myself. Is there any difference when he invites me to go together?"

She stuffed the parchment into Rui'er's palm, "You're going back."

Rui'er saluted: "Yes, little master, I will reply to the letter right away."

"and many more."

Thinking of the royal air she saw on Ziying before, Baitao called Ruier to stop.

As a goblin, it is self-evident how attractive Wang Qi is.

As the sun rises, the black shadow behind Baitao is stretched so long that its shape cannot be discerned, only two pointed ear shadows are clearly discernible, "Go boating on the lake, I'll go."

(End of this chapter)