It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 546: Spring Days Away, Thinking of You Every Morning (3)

Hu Hai was not caught by the palace guards and slipped into Zhilan Palace.

After all, this was the palace where Zheng Li lived before. The front hall and the back hall together were very large, and it was easy to get lost.

When Shen Zhi came out, he saw this scene: a young man in thick clothes was running in front, and he saw palace servants following him all the way, but when they were about to reach the main hall, they stopped very tactfully.

The princess was detained in the palace and was not allowed to be visited. This was the law and regulations. But they came so openly.

Shen Zhi thought that Prince Gao most likely came with Ying Zheng's oral instructions, and Hu Hai was just an excuse.

Shen Zhi knew that Ying Hehua and Gongzi Gao disliked Hu Hai. Although Ying Hehua would visit Mrs. Hu, it was difficult for her to be as patient with Hu Hai as she was with Gongzi Gao.

Ying Hehua is twenty-two years old this year, and the young master is fifteen years older than her. At this age, Qin people are already at the age to discuss marriage.

Perhaps his visit to Ying Hehua this time was related to this matter.

But Shen Zhi felt that Gongzi Gao seemed to have chosen the wrong person. Compared with others, her sensitivity in love was much inferior.

After a heavy snowfall, the front hall of Zhilan Palace was already immersed in white.

"Agao, why are you here?"

"I came back from Yongcheng and came to visit my elder sister on the way."

Young Master Gaoyuan didn't recognize Ying Hehua at first.

His sister took off her complicated hairpins and rings, put on a simple robe, and was busy in the open space.

"What are you doing, sister?"

Ying Hehua said, "Plow the land."

As she spoke, she actually told the palace servants to go down and rest.

She had no airs of a princess at all. She held a hoe in her hand and slowly used a bamboo rake to cover the straw in the newly dug trench.

…Prince Gao was anxious when he learned his sister had been imprisoned and suddenly detained in the palace. He finally managed to return to Xianyang. Although his father hadn't mentioned it, perhaps he wanted him to go and see her?
But then he remembered Meng Yi being punished.

Prince Gao's mother was not favored, and his sister took good care of him. She gritted her teeth and thought that if she had misunderstood, it was wrong... After receiving the instructions from her uncle Ziying, she was even more determined to come and visit.

His sister has always loved luxury. When she got married, she gave him a huge amount of gold and silver. When he went to Yongcheng, he also gave him a whole box of treasures. This time she was imprisoned, and her father stopped her salary. Gongzi Gao was worried that she would not live well, so he brought several boxes of money from Yongcheng.

I never thought I would enter Zhilan Palace... In the whole world, what princess would do such a thing in her own palace? She is not offering sacrifices to the god of grain, but actually plowing the land.

Seeing his sister living like this in the palace, he felt even more sad.

But he saw his usually calm sister smiling, and he was really worried that his sister would develop mental problems due to being locked up.

Just as he was thinking this, Hu Hai came over. He grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it into a ball in his hands, and looked at his brothers and sisters, "Brother, sister, can you play with me?"

My sister wiped the sweat from her face with a handkerchief and rolled up her sleeves. "Why did you bring him here? Why did you come to my place in such a cold winter?"

"Sister," Hu Hai stepped forward and squatted down, asking, "Why did you spread the straw on top of this?"

"Agao," "Have someone keep an eye on him and don't let him run around in my palace."

Hu Hai smiled and said, "Don't worry, sister. I won't run around. I will always stay with my brother."

Gongzi Gao looked at Hu Hai and thought his smile was very creepy. When Gongzi Gao turned onto the street leading to Zhilan Palace, he was stopped by someone. He was terrified that it was a court official and was very frightened.

Just when I was at a loss, I heard a child's voice. "Brother Gao, Hai'er finally ran out, how could you just turn a blind eye?"

Ying Gao was very nice to Hu Hai at first.

He was a few years younger than him, and like him, he loved to cling to their older brother. Later, when their older brother went to Shangjun, they discovered that their older brother's younger sister was different from what was rumored. Ying Hehua often brought them some novel foods, and she was one of the few older sisters who could treat everyone equally.

After all, there were not many princes in Xianyang. Even though Ying Hehua took good care of him, he was not in the Xianyang Palace for many days.

That day, Prince Gao was carrying stacks of plum blossom pastries to bring to Hu Hai. But he saw his younger brother, who was not yet five years old, standing in front of a row of palace servants, clutching a sword in his hand.

"You stole my things?"

"No, no. Young master, young master, I only asked the kitchen staff to replace that stack of pastries with a new one because I saw they had gone bad..."

"New," Hu Hai repeated in a low voice, "Then where is the thing my brother gave me?"

The palace maid prostrated herself on the ground, not knowing what to say.

A stack of pastries that had been sitting for days was simply disposed of.

Hu Hai was born with a delicate face and inherited Hu Wan's facial features. His eyes were very beautiful, but even with such beautiful eyes, his smile was very scary. The palace servants knelt on the ground, "Master, Master, spare my life!"

"Which hand did you touch it with?" he said with a smile.

The palace maid kept begging for mercy.

"Young Master, Sixth Young Master, please spare my life!"

Hu Hai turned around. "Brother?" His eyes held a naive cruelty. The palace servant's forehead was covered in blood from banging his head against the wall. Prince Gao suddenly remembered that Hu Hai frequently changed palace servants.

Every time Ying Hehua brought Chunyu Yue to teach them, he would sit still and write very neatly. A five-year-old child with such good character made Ying Hehua very satisfied, and even his father could not help but praise him.

Until this moment.

Hu Hai shouted, "You still dare to ask for mercy?"

"What are you doing?" Gongzi Gao found that he had never seen the replaced palace maids in Xianyang Palace again.

"Stop." The young master said arrogantly.

The palace maid could no longer hold back her voice and burst into tears, howling twistedly on the ground.

There were five severed fingers on the ground, blood splattered all over the floor.

Ying Gao was only thirteen years old at the time. He was frightened and turned around to leave.

His hand was suddenly grabbed by something soft, and Hu Hai pulled his sleeve with his hand.

"Brother, are you here to bring me some plum blossom pastry?" "Brother, why hasn't Sister Hehua returned to the palace to see Hai'er yet?"

At this point, Gongzi Gao knew what kind of terrifying face was behind the smiling face.

Gongzi Gao was unable to keep Hu Hai under control as Ying Hehua requested.

Others stared at one place and then ran away.

"Agao, my father ordered the people to self-cultivate their own land, which means that the people should declare their own land. I can't let this empty land of mine sit idle, so I planted it."

"Is that what Your Highness thinks?"

"Sister, look, I found the Censor. Censor Li said he's willing to build a snowman with us."

The sounds made at the same time startled both Gongzi Gao and Xu Zhi.

Originally, Li Xian was planning to leave the side hall with the silk book in broad daylight, but he didn't expect someone to grab his robe.

In the snow-covered ground, a boring game suddenly began.

No one was happy except Hu Hai.

The snowman was piled up, and Hu Hai happily smeared a mouth and eyes on the snowman's face.

Li Xian took the farm tool from Xu Zhi's hand and saw the seal of the Shaofu. His eyes darkened. "Did Wei Ju teach you? When has he ever been to your place?"

"Are you in charge?"

Li Xian glanced at the straw. Zhao Jia was from Zhao. There was such a custom of celebrating death in the Three Jins. Wei Ju was once a prince and was very familiar with it.

"You clearly feel very sorry for Zhao Jia, so you shouldn't have told me that you were plotting with his death. Your Highness wouldn't lie to anyone."

"There will be people who will do the sacrifices for him. If you do this in the palace and are used by people with ulterior motives, it will not be worth it." Li Xian said.

Xu Zhi's eyelashes trembled slightly. When she mentioned Zhao Jia, she couldn't hide her discomfort. "If you don't say it, no one will know."

He was silent for a moment. "I won't tell you." He saw her holding the hoe. "It's freezing cold, and if you catch a cold and fall ill, it will be terrible. Xia Wuqie is not with His Majesty in Xianyang." He took it in his own hand and said jokingly, "You are detained again, so I am afraid that only Yi Bujie can take care of the princess."

Xu Zhi didn't hesitate and poked him on the back with the wooden end of the hoe.

The scars on Li Xian's back had just healed, and he couldn't help but hiss.

She glanced at him and said, "You're not the only doctor in the entire Xianyang Palace. The Supervisor is in good health, but he didn't learn his lesson after being whipped ten times by the Prime Minister. He even came to me. Now my two brothers have seen us. I think they'll tell the Prime Minister about this. What will you do?"

She actually knew that he was punished by Li Si according to family rules.

Li Xian felt that Feng Jie, as an imperial censor, was completely speechless. "I have always been like this. What can you do, father?"

Xu Zhi saw the smile in his eyes and asked, "What's there to be proud of?"

Snowflakes fell, landing on him, highlighting the black of his robe and allowing her to see some other colors.

She glanced at her two younger brothers playing in the open space, and seeing Shen Zhi and A Yu watching them, she didn't think much about it.

She looked at Li Xian in front of her, and a black spot on his back turned faintly purple.

Just now, while playing with my younger brothers, I threw a lot of snow at him.

She suddenly felt that Li Xian was really crazy. In such a cold day, why was a person who was beaten to a bloody pulp trying to build a snowman?
She turned around and walked towards the side hall. After a while, she called out to him, "Come with me."

1. "Zisheng" refers to grains that are specially grown and processed for sacrificial purposes. It is a basic sacrificial offering that all social classes (whether nobles or commoners) must prepare, reflecting the wish that the deceased will have "no worries about food and clothing".

Core varieties: mainly millet and sorghum (staple food in the pre-Qin period), supplemented with rice and sorghum (refined grains, exclusively for the nobility), which need to be processed into "refined rice" or "cooked food" (such as steamed rice and porridge).

Documentary evidence: The poem "Chu Ci" in the Book of Songs describes a noble sacrificial scene: "My millet is abundant, my sorghum is luxuriant. My granaries are full, my stores are overflowing... We will use it for wine and food, to offer and to sacrifice." This shows that grain was an important part of the sacrificial offerings. Although commoners did not have livestock, they would use the best millet and sorghum from their homes as sacrificial offerings. For example, the Book of Rites, Qu Li, states: "In years of famine, when the harvest is poor, the ruler does not offer lungs as a sacrifice, horses do not eat grain, the roads are not cleared, sacrificial rites are not performed (with music), high officials do not eat millet, and scholars do not drink wine and make merry." (In years of famine, when food is scarce, sacrificial offerings can be simplified, but grain still needs to be prepared).