It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 541 Coming from the Snowstorm
This kind of coldness accompanied by snow and wind continued until the appearance of "Lüshi Chunqiu".

Xianyang was in an uproar, and all parties were ready to take action.

The matter that was originally estimated to be resolved within five days was delayed for half a month.

She couldn't wait, and neither could Zhao Jia.

Although Li Xian was under interrogation, he was still a prisoner after all.

She found an excuse and the Minister of Justice, who was once Li Si's adjutant, came hurriedly.

Only then did Xu Zhi step out of the cell where she was imprisoned.

When she stood up, her legs were sore and numb from sitting for too long, and her joints were creaking. She stood up and tried her best to stand steady.

"Your Highness Yong'an, please come this way." The prison warden respectfully held a lantern in front to lead the way, not daring to be negligent.

Two unfamiliar maids helped her change back into her usual clothes.

There is also an interrogation room in the prison, with floral carpets, desks, and even screens. Everything is neat and clean, and it can be considered an elegant place.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment."

After saying this, the two maids closed the door and left. Xu Zhi realized later that in the past, when the Qin State recruited talents or sent lobbyists, the tough ones would be sent to prison and refused to do so. This was how it was done.

The set of jade pendants hanging beside her swayed again and again, making pleasant tinkling sounds, and wisps of sandalwood slowly overflowed from the Boshan incense burner.

Xu Zhi was stunned for a moment, watching the wind blowing up the gauze curtains, the gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, with a soft and moist feeling. The charcoal fire was burning, but it was not cold. He felt as if he was in a dream.

For some reason, she thought of the person behind this screen all year round. When he was a tutor, his cold and unkind words came from behind this slightly dark screen.

Others only thought that Yong'an was tyrannical and overbearing, but did they know how unyielding Zhang Liang was when he first entered Qin? She had to beg him for favors in every possible way before he would show her some favor.

She remembered something she shouldn't have thought about. Zhao Gao said that Chen Ping had known from the beginning that Zhang Liang had not lost his memory.

It is a historical fact that Chen Ping and Zhang Liang had a good relationship.

What she cared about was not this, but that Zhang Liang, with all his memories of the past, calmly married and had children.

So who is she?
Ying Hehua. Her country and family were destroyed, and she was not only considered the daughter of her enemy, but also her enemy.

Yes, he always had the idea of ​​destroying himself and the enemy together, just for that one attack in Bolingsha.

Her eyes were slightly moist. Did he think the same when he was in Liquan Palace?

No wonder he refused to stop, no matter what. She had cooperated again and again, but he simply suppressed her, holding her in his hand, not allowing her to move an inch. Even when she cried, he wouldn't give in for a moment.

Perhaps, that was not the proper reaction when love was deep, but a deliberate revenge.

Revenge? Then why was he so harsh when she drank the purple eggplant flower?

……

She felt dizzy and wanted to ask him why he treated her like this? What did he think of her as? A tool for revenge?
The light suddenly moved.

The man opened the curtain, revealing a slender shadow. Then, with a bang, the incense ash in the Boshan stove fell to the ground, and was kicked over.

Someone grasped her slender wrist and pulled her up from the couch. Through the two curtains of gauze, the cold air that always carried with him still hit her.

"Princess, are you so foolish as to hope that old fellow, the Minister of Justice, will come to interrogate you, and yet you choose to hide from me?"

Although there was a veil between them, the voice was frivolous, slightly angry, and full of dissatisfaction.

Xu Zhi was now completely sober.

"Li Xian."

He lifted the curtain and walked through it, and saw that she had changed into the robe she usually wore when going out. In her hand, she was holding a jade pendant. The jade was white in color and had intricate curly patterns on it.

He had been sent by her to handle affairs in Han, so he naturally knew about it. At first glance, it was obviously a noble's thing. He knew without a doubt that it was a gift from Zhang Liang when he was still alive.

"It seems that coming to this prison, the scene brought back memories, and you're thinking about him like this?" These words were very harsh.

Seeing her frown, Li Xian smiled mischievously and was about to bend down and sit in front of the couch.

She glanced at him and said calmly, "Get out."

It sounded like an order.

It seemed as if he was the only one held prisoner.

As the wooden pedal stepped on him, Li Xian realized that this was the Xianyang Prison and he followed some of the rules of a minister. Otherwise, he would have slept on her couch like he did in Chu.

She was dissatisfied, but knew she couldn't beat him, so she stretched out a foot and quickly kicked away the half of her robe that fell on her shoes with her toes, and stepped on the corner of his clothes in resentment.

Unexpectedly, Li Xian suddenly turned around and stared at her, not noticing her little movements. "Why? Princess, you are able to manipulate people around, but you can't stand the slightest deception? Chen Ping has been running around to persuade you all day long."

He chuckled, "He's quite capable. He actually managed to get Lu Zezhen to take the things out."

Xu Zhi finally felt relieved after hearing the news. She kept staring at him while he was talking. She thought about it and finally wanted to ask why.

"Why did you agree to Lü Ze doing this?" He narrowed his eyes and looked at her. "Why do you think so?"

Xu Zhi pushed him away: "Because that might not be the Lüshi Chunqiu, but a book of prophecies, and you are trying to use me to clear yourself."

Li Xian raised his lips and said, "I know that the princess wants Zhao Jia to be buried as soon as possible. Why don't you make a deal with me?"

Li Xian thought she would talk for several rounds before agreeing.

"Princess, don't you ask what the deal is?"

She stood up from the couch and looked at him. "You dare to speak up, so you must have some plan. Since I can fulfill my request, why should I argue with you? But witnesses, documents and seals are indispensable."

"The document and seal are easy to handle, but as for the witness, who do you think I should choose?"

Xu Zhi lowered his eyes to look at him, "Zhao Gao."

Over the years, she had become something of a politician. After being locked up for half a month, she had finally put aside her fury and turned to discuss the matter with him.

She doubted his loyalty and worried that he had other intentions. When she found out that Ying Zheng did not want to execute Zhao Gao at this time, she wanted to take advantage of him.

The charcoal fire was burning brightly, making the outside even colder.

Li Xian stood behind her and chuckled softly, "Princess, you hate him so much. If you are so submissive, I will feel pity for you."

She leaned slightly aside. "It's better that you can endure the shame. I'm curious about what Zhao Gao promised you that would make you forget all the blood feuds."

She was mocking him, and when she mentioned the words "blood feud", her eyes were fixed on him. That look was quite bold.

"What are you looking at, Your Highness?"

He lowered his head and looked at the smooth skin on her neck, thinking of the words of the Chu witch on Bamboo Barrier Island. At this moment, the halo was flowing, and he suddenly felt as if time had stopped.

At this moment, he heard her chuckle, which was very playful.

He suddenly understood... It was an extremely sharp gaze, like a guillotine.

He didn't let her leave. He reached out and pulled her to him, easily holding her tightly in his arms. "Your Highness, your words are so cruel. They hurt me deeply."

Her eyes were cold and sarcastic, "I can even forget the pain of being cut in half, but the injury is not fatal."

His voice suddenly dropped. "Yeah, how could the wounds of youth remain until now?"

The last time he was beheaded, Li Xian was not young, but he was indeed only in his early thirties.

Xu Zhi didn't have time to think about it.

He raised his eyes and said, "However, if the princess really wants to know whether I am healthy, why don't you find a time to come to my house and test it?"

She realized belatedly that he was implying something. Her breathing stagnated, a light blush instantly spread across her face, and she frowned, "How dare you."

Li Xian smiled and took her hand, making her face to face with him. He looked at her, and gradually, his eyes became focused. "Alright, Your Highness."

He knew Xu Zhi wouldn't buy it, but he still coaxed her, half-holding her, holding her wrist with one hand, and asking her to sit back on the couch.

"After all, I've died once before. I've been imprisoned in this Xianyang prison for half a year. It's dark, damp, miserable, and filled with the smell of blood. It's not pleasant. Princess, why don't you cooperate with me and get out of prison as soon as possible? Perhaps someone would like to see you, Princess?"

Perhaps because he said this while kneeling, Xu Zhi felt that he was very sincere and did not refute it.

"Who wants to see me?"

"You'll know when you get out in a few days."

That day, Li Xian returned to the censor's office with the written documents and was immediately pointed at and criticized.

Afterwards, because of the marks on his robe, many colleagues secretly laughed at him for a month, saying that interrogating Yong'an was not a job, but he was simply accepting humiliation.

How could a judge be slapped and kicked by a prisoner?

He looked at the shoe prints on the black robe, wondering when they were made. After all, she hadn't kicked him then, and even when he'd wronged her by hugging her, she hadn't hit him either... She didn't hate him that much, did she?

Chen Bo sent a message saying, "Sir. General Meng Tian replied: Yes."

On the day Zhao Jia was buried, Xianyang had its first heavy snowfall of the year.

All his brothers were dead, and he had no children. His relatives were dying out, and the distant Zhao royal family wanted to avoid him, let alone show up.

There is no one to hold the coffin, how sad it is.

It was snowing and the fog was thick. A flying rider broke through the white mist and shouted, "Someone is raising the soul flag for the general."

"Young General, what are you doing?" the deputy general hurriedly followed.

The young man, full of vigor and vigour, wielded a long spear, reined in his horse and stood before the funeral procession, the silver gleam of his armor gleaming in the snow.

The young general took the soul flag and looked at the black lacquered wooden coffin with white borders.

"Zuoche is here to raise the soul flag for the general."