It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 557 Scratched by a Cat
"Has it really been criticized for two thousand years?" he asked.

Once Li Xian became frank, he seemed particularly sincere even with a frown on his brows.

"...Shuzhu are already scarce, and few people can read. Burning them en masse is such a violent act of law enforcement. It would be surprising if it didn't draw criticism."

"But the words they speak are all false righteousness used to constrain others."

"You're just too stubborn. How can you be so stubborn?" She looked at him. "The moral principles and ethics of sages and wise rulers sound so pedantic. If one person among millions of people follows them, that's fine. But you won't even bring these words up on the table."

Li Xian paused. In some aspects, he felt that she and Fusu were quite similar.

Like this kind of blunt honesty.

He stood up from the table, remained silent for a long time, and then smiled. "Azhi, it's not that I don't want to. It's just that we don't have time to implement it, and we don't know if this path will work."

……

Xu Zhi felt the sadness behind the words and stood up to look at him.

"There will be time to try this time."

He leaned down slightly, and his hand naturally touched her face. As soon as his hand slid to her neck, before he could do anything else... his left arm was immediately pushed by her, and his sprained arm was suddenly hit. The collision was probably very serious, and his tendons were dislocated. He couldn't control the pain. Sweat instantly soaked his temples, but he didn't let a groan of pain escape from his throat.

He had never felt such intense physical pain in the past.

"...What happened to you? Is your hand broken?" she asked casually.

But he didn't say anything, and pressed down on his left arm, trying to put it back.

She looked at him doubtfully, "Stop pretending. I told you not to touch me."

……

But Li Xian's face turned pale, and sweat rolled down his forehead. The sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto his collar, leaving dark marks. But he could only say in a hoarse voice, "It's okay. I've misaligned the meridians. I can twist them back."

"Twist it back? How do you do that? Don't be serious."

Xu Zhi was soft-hearted after all. She took a step forward and saw the red marks under his soft armor and a large area of ​​scratches on his arms.

“…How did it become like this?”

It turns out that the story of the boy who cried wolf is true, and the other way around is also true, but the lambs always get paralyzed the first few times.

The roles of wolf and sheep always switched between the two of them.

He didn't have so many things to consider in his own house. He looked at her and said obediently, "I went to the Mausoleum of Mount Li with the Shaofu Changcong."

"What to do?"

"Supervisory."

Xu Zhi paused. Wasn't it said that in his previous life, it was precisely because he was the supervisor of the Lishan Imperial Mausoleum that he was framed and killed by Zhao Gao? How could Li Xian be back in this position?

It can be seen that his injury is real.

It was also true that he wanted to kiss her.

Li Xian raised his lips to a faint smile, "Azhi, although it's because of my father, thank you for your willingness to come."

Maybe it was because she had been drinking tea just now. The tea was warm on a snowy day and the stove was steaming.

It was not ten years ago that he realized that she liked to drink strong tea, which was slightly astringent but full of mellow fragrance.

He had some minor scratches on his forehead and cheekbones, probably from being grazed by loose rocks when he rolled down the hillside. He looked exhausted, but even so, it couldn't hide the fact that people around him thought he was very handsome. It has to be said that she was really too kind-hearted and cared too much about people being injured.

She pushed his chest and shoved his shoulder, but she managed not to kill him by hitting the wound on his arm.

It seemed as if she could no longer escape from his grasp.

Li Xian was proud that he could occupy her fragrance carefully, and wanted her to feel his presence, his breath, and everything about him.

There had never been a time when he felt as happy as today.

Before I could think too much, my knee suddenly hurt and she kicked me hard without warning.

Li Xian paused, noticing her breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, her dark eyes filled with confusion and unhappiness. Seeing her look rather angry, the little anger in his heart suddenly seemed insignificant. He naturally hugged her waist and said, "Fortunately, Your Highness didn't kick her hard."

She had been trying quite hard just now, and she frowned and looked at him.

Li Xian smiled bewitchingly, raised his uninjured hand and gently held hers, whispering in her ear, "Next time, watch carefully, don't kick me carelessly." He paused, "It doesn't matter to me, but I'm afraid that the princess won't be happy if she marries here in the future."

She stared at the dark glint of triumph in Li Xian's eyes. It took her a long time to realize that there was something behind his words, and she was dumbfounded.

She had never heard such straightforward things anywhere else. Her cheeks flushed instantly and even her voice trembled.

"In broad daylight, you, as an imperial censor, are still saying such nonsense!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand to slap him in the face, but Li Xian grabbed her wrist as if she had anticipated it.

The smile on his lips deepened, and he stroked her wrist with his fingertips. "So what if he's the Imperial Censor? I've always been one with what I know and what I do. Ah Zhi, don't get yourself into trouble by getting angry, or you'll end up like Mr. Han Fei, whose father made him stutter. I don't want Ah Zhi to end up like that. Fortunately, I don't have much else here, but I do have a lot of medicine to treat everything."

Xu Zhi knew that he had always been like this, so if she continued arguing, she could only push his hand away.

She had just reached the main entrance.

He added, "Azhi, my humble abode is not like Zhilan Palace, where people come and go. If people knew that you took a detour to see father instead of me, it would be bad if it got out."

…She glared at him. What was she afraid of?

"Mr. Chang came back with me. He is a righteous man, and I'm afraid he is not as easy to talk to as Ms. Shen." He said with a smile.

Xu Zhi saw someone walking around the front yard with their hands in their pockets. Chang Cong was Zhang Han's replacement. Although she was now his lieutenant, her reputation was not good, and she couldn't let a bad impression remain.

Unexpectedly, one day, she would be reduced to having to leave through Li Xian's back door.

"Anyway, the book burning issue must be resolved. If it's not resolved, you'll be in trouble."

"I have been waiting for the princess."

He insisted on emphasizing the word 'always', which made Xu Zhi so angry that she stormed off.

After a while, Chang Cong came in. He was also confused because this was Li Xian's own residence, and he didn't know why it took him so long to change his clothes.

As a result, when he arrived at the front hall, his collar was wrinkled and he was still wearing the same clothes.

"Sir Li, what are you doing...?" Chang Cong walked forward quickly, his eyes scanning the wrinkled clothes. He couldn't suppress his curiosity anymore, so he lowered his voice, fearing that he would touch upon something that was inconvenient to talk about.

Li Xian stopped and raised his hand to straighten the crooked jade belt hook. When his fingertips brushed across the wrinkles on his collar, he paused and spoke lightly, "I was treating an injury in the backyard just now and was accidentally scratched by the cat in the mansion. My clothes were a little messy, so I didn't have time to change." As he said this, his eyes swept across the flowers under the corridor. As if he remembered something, the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly.

"Oh—" Chang Cong suddenly realized something, then recalled the news he had heard recently. His eyes lit up, and his tone became more interested. "Now that you mention it, sir, it reminds me. A few days ago, I heard from a colleague that the Persian cat kept in the Prime Minister's residence gave birth to two cubs a year ago! I heard that the Persian cat was snow-white, and its eyes were like gemstones."

Chang Cong sighed, "I heard this breed is very valuable. Any one of them can be sold for a fortune at the market! I'm afraid only someone of Prime Minister status can afford to keep one."

Li Xian said, "Mr. Chang is joking. Father's cat was given to him by an old friend twenty years ago. He didn't buy it at the market."