The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 280: Snow Plum in the Snow (Additional chapter for Alliance Leader Devouring Iron Rod)

All the eunuchs, maids, guards and others around him buried their heads in front of themselves, wishing they could bury them in the ground.

They have become intermittently blind and can't see anything.

Without even turning his head, Ying Zheng shouted coldly, "How dare you! Who dares to assassinate me?"

No one replied, and another snowball flew over, this time aimed at the head. It would be really indecent to hit him again, so Ying Zheng helplessly turned his head to avoid it.

That’s right, Zhao Ji is here.

Who else would dare except her?

Who else can hit Ying Zheng besides her?

Ying Zheng turned around and looked at Zhao Ji, and said helplessly: "Why did my mother try to assassinate me again?"

Zhao Ji was not immune to the cold and heat, so she wore thicker clothes, a scarlet palace dress with a nine-chapter phoenix pattern, and a snow-white fox fur cloak on the outside, without a single color. She was tall to begin with, and the red and white contrast made her look like a red plum blossom in the snow.

Especially her pretty face, which was whiter than frost and snow, which did not need any makeup at all, except for a touch of red rouge on her lips. The red was so bright against the snow that she was the most charming and unparalleled.

Zhao Ji pinched her slender waist, her beautiful eyes were full of reproach, and she said in a tender voice: "Nonsense, how could the Queen Mother assassinate you? Can a snowball hurt someone?"

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why not?"

As he spoke, he opened his palm, and the falling snowflakes were attracted into his palm by an invisible force, condensing into a snowball as hard as steel and hanging in his palm.

Ying Zheng pointed his finger, and the fist-sized snowball flew past Zhao Ji at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The wind it brought stirred up the flying snow, and also made Zhao Ji's cloud-like hair, beautiful face, and golden and emerald hairpins, with a strand of fine beads and tassels, sway continuously.

Only after the snowball flew dozens of feet away did Ying Zheng retract his strength and let it fall to avoid damaging anything or injuring anyone.

With a snowball of this speed, even a top-notch expert would be killed or crippled if hit by it.

This was too sudden, and Zhao Ji was really scared. Zhao Ji's face darkened, and she turned around and walked away quickly. Humph! She was angry!
Ying Zheng smiled and walked forward quickly. He was tall and had big steps, so he caught up with Zhao Ji in a few steps. Ying Zheng tried to hold Zhao Ji's hand, but Zhao Ji dodged directly and even quickened her pace.

Ying Zheng took a quicker step and stood in front of Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji couldn't hold back and bumped into Ying Zheng's arms. She snorted coldly and was about to go around him, but Ying Zheng grabbed her little soft hand.

"Mother, you don't have any martial arts skills. Why do you want to go out in such weather? The temperature difference between your palace and the outside is huge. What if you catch a cold from the sudden change of temperature?"

"I cannot bear to see my mother in poor health."

After hearing this, Zhao Ji felt much better.

Just as he was about to speak, Ying Zheng continued, "Mother, please go to the palace and warm up first."

"Oh, why are your hands so cold?"

"Mother, how can you make me feel at ease?"

When dealing with a woman, never follow her rhythm, but create your own rhythm. Following a woman's rhythm will never solve the problem, because there is no problem at all. No one can solve a problem that is not a problem.

Direct her attention elsewhere.

Of course, if there is a real problem, you should transfer immediately.

Just as Zhao Ji was about to speak, Ying Zheng interrupted her: "It's just right that you came, mother. I was looking for you for something."

"It's too cold outside. Mother, please come with me into the palace first." Ying Zheng said as he pulled Zhao Ji towards Zhangde Hall.

The two of them walked slowly, and Ying Zheng deliberately gathered his luck. The temperature within a 10-foot radius around him rose, and it could be said to be as warm as spring. As they walked forward, the wind and snow automatically avoided them, and the falling snowflakes slowly surrounded the two of them. This scene was extremely strange and wonderful.

This strange scene made Zhao Ji's eyes sparkle. She forgot what happened just now and asked excitedly, "Zheng'er, how did you do this? It's amazing. Can you teach me?"

Ying Zheng smiled slightly: "It's just a little trick. My mother is busy with her daily affairs, so she doesn't need to learn these little tricks. If my mother likes it, she can come to me anytime."

Zhao Ji nodded. She knew immediately that it must be too difficult and she probably couldn't learn it. Although this move was very beautiful, it was too unsightly.

Zhao Ji told Ying Zheng: "Don't avoid the snow yet, my mother likes to be caught in the snow."

Ying Zheng shook his head, but let Zhao Ji do it. He dispersed his strong power, but transmitted the true energy in his palm to Zhao Ji to warm her body to prevent her from catching a cold.

Zhao Ji faced the wind and snow with a look of joy on her face. She stretched out her other hand to catch the snowflakes, but unfortunately, under the protection of Ying Zheng's true energy, her palm was slightly warm and the snow melted as soon as it fell into her palm.

Zhao Ji immediately felt depressed and unhappy.

But he soon discovered that a small whirlwind wrapped in snowflakes was slowly spinning on his palm, and soon it became a half-foot long plum blossom, with both branch and flower, which was very lifelike.

"Don't move." Ying Zheng suddenly spoke, and Zhao Ji instinctively stopped and stood still.

The snow plum blossom hanging on Zhao Ji's palm slowly approached Zhao Ji's face. The top plum blossom rotated, rubbed against Zhao Ji's lower lip, and then flew back to Zhao Ji's palm.

Zhao Ji only felt a coolness on her lips, and then she saw the snow plum branch. The white snow was stained with a touch of bright red, which was truly a stroke of genius.

Zhao Ji's eyes lit up as she looked at the plum blossom. She was extremely surprised and loved it so much that Ying Zheng took out a brocade handkerchief, folded it in two and placed it in Zhao Ji's palm to prevent her from getting cold.

Zhao Ji reached out and held the floating snow plum. The cold air was still a bit chilly even through the layers of brocade handkerchief, but Zhao Ji didn't care and simply couldn't let it go.

Seeing that Zhao Ji looked pleased with herself and her mind was now focused on the snow plum, Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Well, it seemed that what happened just now could be put behind him.

The two continued to walk slowly in the snow towards Zhangde Hall. Ying Zheng smiled and asked, "Does the Queen Mother like it?"

Zhao Ji nodded repeatedly, her steps shaking with joy, and her eyes never left the snow plum in her hand.

She scolded him, "You rebellious son, why didn't you give this kind of gift to mother in previous years?"

Ying Zheng smiled and said, "As long as the Queen Mother likes it, I will give her one every year from now on, okay?"

Zhao Ji then looked at Ying Zheng, her beautiful eyes slightly raised, and she rolled her eyes at him: "It's settled!"

The more Zhao Ji looked at it, the more she liked it. Suddenly, she felt worried and sighed, "Alas, it's a pity that I can't keep this thing."

Ying Zheng laughed: "Who said I can't keep him?"

"Let go."

"Oh." Zhao Ji let go of Ying Zheng's hand. Ying Zheng glanced at her and said helplessly, "The other one."

Zhao Ji felt a little embarrassed and grabbed Ying Zheng's hand again. But after letting go for a while, she felt it was a little cold.

As soon as Zhao Ji let go, the snow plum floated into the air again. At the same time, a bigger whirlwind rolled up the flying snowflakes in the sky, and soon they all melted into a pool of clean water. This pool of clean water formed the shape of a clear flower pond, wrapping the whole snow plum. It turned into ice in the moment of wrapping, which was extremely transparent without any bubbles.

(End of this chapter)