It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 477 Dissolution
As Li Xian said, his house was indeed safe because there was no one there.

Even the old servant who was talking to Uncle Chen when he first entered the door was the one Li Si had called over a few years ago.

From the outside, the eaves looked slanted and delicate. However, after passing the guest hall and entering the back half of the mansion, Zhao Jia was stunned. After entering the middle gate, the interior was extremely monotonous, even shabby.

The first atmosphere he felt was that this was not like a normal bureaucrat's residence. It was not a place for a person to stay at all.

It was so quiet. Apart from the birdsong, the only sound was the burning of lights in some bamboo lanterns.

Zhao Jia originally thought that his residence would be more or less similar to that of Changping Jun in the past, and would probably follow Ying Hehua's style, but he never expected it to be so quiet and peaceful.

These bamboo forests are dense, with slender leaves, shining with the cold light of the moon. When you walk to the study room that Li Xian mentioned, you can also smell a cool woody fragrance that is almost bitter and astringent.

Who would plant bamboo and pine trees at home? ... Are they in a hurry to visit the graves?
Zhao Jia felt terrified, but during the long time that Li Xian went to treat his wound, Ying Hehua didn't feel that the furnishings in the mansion were strange at all.

Uncle Chen finally took out a lighting device from the old servant and handed it to Azhi.

Ying Hehua was visibly stunned for a moment.

The cloth on the handle was torn, and it was obvious that it was quite old. Zhao Jia noticed the crooked characters engraved on the pole, which read "Zuoche".

Without waiting for Zhao Jia to ask, Ying Hehua spoke up, "Zhao Jia, have you seen Zuo Che in the past two years in Shangjun?"

Li Zuoche.

Zhao Jia smiled and said, "It seems that the little princess is really out of touch with the news. Why does she need to ask me about this?"

She looked at him quietly.

"Everyone knows about his deeds." Zhao Jia kept the secret.

After all, Zhao Jia was one of the few people who knew from the beginning that she was thoughtful.

Xu Zhi was also afraid that Zhao Jia would not change his bad habits, like Han An who often came out to make trouble. As for the royal heirlooms of the six kingdoms, she was still implementing the policy of Ying Zheng.

"What do you know?" she asked.

"What a young genius. In less than a year, Li Zuoche has become a Gongcheng of the eighth rank. I'm afraid within two years, he will be Zuo Shuchang."

"It's just that his rank was promoted quickly. It's hard to say that it's not because of Prime Minister Li. But to be praised so highly by you, it seems that Zuo Che is indeed a good general. I hope Meng Tian can do his best to cultivate him regardless of his background."

No wonder all the aides are so devoted to Ying Hehua, not only because she is generous with money and gives power quickly.

Even though Zhao Jia saw through her, he couldn't help but pause for a moment before coming to his senses after hearing such a gentle compliment.

Moreover, he talked too much without realizing it.

"Meng Tian is well versed in both military and political affairs, but he is a very typical Qin man. Li Zuoche can understand the pros and cons of things that he can't understand."

Xu Zhi heard the rustling of bamboo leaves and said, Zhao Jia is indeed Ying Zheng's childhood friend. In the past twenty years, he has been experienced in planning and fighting, so he has developed extraordinary precision.

"Why do you say that?" she asked knowingly.

The lights behind the bamboo were on. Zhao Jia looked at the bright color and smelled the strong smell of medicine, a mixture of Panax notoginseng, purple bead grass and small thistle. Li Xian's injury was really serious.

He stared at Ying Hehua, and suddenly smiled and said, "However, being quick-witted and adaptable is not just a characteristic of us Zhao people."

He said, 'We are Zhao people'

"You already knew Li Zuoche..."

Zhao Jia said, "The little princess arranged for my mentor's grandson to be born. From another perspective, this is in line with my mentor's last wish."

"But I think there is another reason... When you brought Li Zuoche back ten years ago, you were thinking about how to make this matter a hindrance to Li Si."

"No wonder father and uncle were friends when they were young," she smiled slyly, "I can't hide it from you."

With her intelligence, Zhao Jia always regarded her as an opponent and collaborator, but occasionally when he heard the title of "Uncle", he seemed to think that it was because Ying Zheng doted on her too much that she acted tyrannically.

No elder wants their juniors to grow up in a wrong way, or to develop a style that disregards the lives of others in order to achieve their goals.

Zhao Jia sighed, and for some reason began to speak in a serious tone.

"You killed Zhang Er, but you put the blame on Li Xian. You are really..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a rustling sound in the bamboo forest, accompanied by the sound of tinkling bells. Zhao Jia was suddenly interrupted by this strange sound, and his hair stood on end.

The moment Fugui jumped out from the dense bamboo forest, Zhao Jia's face turned pale and he jumped away very quickly. ...

God knows Zhao Jia just acted like an elder, pointing fingers at her, but the contrast between him now is too great.

Xu Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You're exaggerating. You're actually afraid of a rabbit?"

Zhao Jia was in distress.

The little thing named Fugui was chubby and furry, with gray fur on its back. Its two black eyes were as cunning as those of Ying Hehua who was holding it.

It was dark at night and Zhao Jia thought it was a mouse.

Back in Handan, his younger brother Zhao Qian had many perverted ways to bully him. He found a few huge rats and released them into his bedroom at night. The rats bit his toes hard, and then he got an epidemic. If Zheng Li hadn't asked someone to send him medicine, he might have died. Soon, because of this incident, Guo Kai used the illness as an excuse to exaggerate and depose him from the position of crown prince.

At that time, he was Prince Jia. But now, after many years at the border, Zhao Jia has become accustomed to tying his sleeves tightly, tying his wide skirt, and being unkempt, with no trace of his past.

The night was quiet.

Zhao Jia was not surprised that Ying Hehua laughed like this. After all, he was ridiculed by Ying Zheng for a long time when he was bitten by a rat.

At that time, Zhao Jia was lying in his bedroom, having a high fever and unable to move.

Zheng Li went to visit him in disguise, bringing bright roses. Ying Zheng and Yan Dan brought him two brushes made of rat whiskers...

——'Didn't you boast that you could hunt leopards? Even mice can bite you?' The nine-year-old Ying Zheng's words really made Zhao Jia want to hit him.

And Ying Zheng's daughter was just as hateful as he was, even worse than her father.

Not only did he laugh enough, he even pulled Li Xian to laugh at him too.

Zhao Jia looked at Li Xian's reaction and thought, fortunately Li Xian had been driven insane by her over the years, and now he was just leaning against the door frame, smiling symbolically as if he didn't quite understand, leaving him with the face of an elder.

Li Xian had to admit that he was quite surprised. As time passed, the image of that cheerful and lively person became much more blurred. This was one of the few times she laughed heartily in recent years.

Zhao Jia coughed and walked into the study room first. He turned sideways and patted the book in his arms. He said seriously to Ying Hehua behind him, "Princess should know that the eldest son is worried. You should listen to what I have to say quickly."

He then glanced at Li Xian and said, "Supervisor Li is seriously injured. We are not in a position to disturb you any further."

The scene just now made Xu Zhi feel a lot more relaxed.

As Zhao Jia spoke, her eyes fell on him. He was wrapped in a layer of white cloth with a faint blood color, a strong smell of medicine, and the smell of alcohol wafted out.

Mo Qi's distillation method is quite effective.

She really admired him for pouring alcohol on the wound to disinfect it without saying a word.

"Zhao Jia is right. You are seriously injured. Go in and lie down."

"It's almost dawn... The city commander has already started the investigation. Zhao Jia's identity makes it inconvenient for him to go to the outskirts of the city." He held her hand, and under her palm was a key with a complicated totem. "...You can go to the secret room behind the bamboo garden, which will also be convenient for you to leave..."

He spoke with difficulty, walked with difficulty, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

In modern times, this kind of knife wound would require at least a day in the intensive care unit.

"Li Xian."

She called out so softly that he stopped in front of the landscape painting screen.

She gently took his arm and lent him strength. She smiled gently, "We don't have to avoid talking. If you want to listen, Zhao Jia and I can sit there and talk, or you can lie down and listen. It's fine."

A dark robe was draped thinly on his shoulders. From yesterday to this dark night, time seemed to have seen through the vicissitudes of a soul, the helpless defeat, and the fatal dead end.

They walked those few steps together again, and it nearly burned out his life.

Things in the world are unpredictable, and the price to pay for a possible future is too high.

Forty years ago, Mo Qi had also warned Lu Buwei in this way.

But Lu Buwei didn't listen.

Fifteen years ago, Mo Qi also told Lu Ze to stay in Shu and not return to Wei.

But he didn't listen, and Zhao Jia is still alive today.