The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 281 Wearing my royal robe and sitting on my throne (extra chapter for the leader, Devouring Iron Club)

This branch of snow plum was preserved intact in the ice, a perfect work of art.

A branch of snow plum is frozen in the transparent ice that looks like a green flower pond. The most beautiful plum blossom on the snow plum has a touch of bright red that is particularly dazzling and eye-catching.

Cold, pure, and inviolable, yet with an unconcealable bright beauty.

Zhao Ji's eyes really sparkled now. Seeing Zhao Ji's expression, Ying Zheng felt a little proud in his heart, and his tone became much lighter: "I will ask the Shaofu to build an ice room later, and put this thing in the ice room. You can keep it as long as you want."

"Mother, how is it?"

Zhao Ji nodded repeatedly, her joy in her heart was beyond words.

Her pretty face was full of love, she stared at it blankly and said softly, "It's really beautiful."

"No matter how beautiful you are, you are not even a fraction as beautiful as our mother."

Zhao Ji glanced at Ying Zheng, turned her head away, clenched her hands, and said, "It's a pity that this is too big. Mother can't hold it anymore."

Ying Zheng chuckled and said, "Mother, it would be nice if you could visit more often." He waved his hand, and immediately the eunuchs carefully moved it away and placed it properly.

Seeing that Zhao Ji was still a little depressed, Ying Zheng followed the same method and made another one, but this time, it lacked the bright red.

Zhao Ji smiled sweetly, took the snow plum and played with it carefully.

Seeing that Zhao Ji was in a good mood again, Ying Zheng also felt cheerful.

The short distance took a long time to walk. The two walked into the hall. The inside and outside of the hall were completely different. Outside, it was snowing heavily and bitingly cold, but inside the hall was steaming and warm like spring.

As soon as Zhao Ji entered the hall, she felt a little hot. Ying Zheng personally took off the fox fur cloak for Zhao Ji, but the palace dress was still a little hot. The lining of the palace robe was filled with velvet, which was extremely warm. After entering this warm hall, it was naturally a little hot. After a while, Zhao Ji's face was a little red.

Ying Zheng laughed and said, "Mother, please go to the side hall and change your clothes. It's too hot."

Zhao Ji spread her hands and said, "My mother just wanted to come to your place and play in the snow with you. Why would she bring clothes?"

"It's simple. I have spare clothes. You can just change into mine first. Even though they are a little big, they can still be worn if you adjust them. Just change into them first."

Zhao Ji hesitated for a moment and didn't want to go back right away, so she nodded and went to the side hall to change her clothes. Ying Zheng paced slowly in the hall, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ying Zheng's daily life was quite boring, and he didn't care about clothes. There were only four or five styles at most. Zhangde Hall was where Ying Zheng took a nap every day. Although there were spare clothes, they were only of the same style as the one he was wearing.

The outfit Zhao Ji is wearing now is exactly the same as the one Ying Zheng is wearing.

When Zhao Ji walked in, Ying Zheng was extremely amazed at first sight. He stopped and stared at her unconsciously. He never expected that Zhao Ji would look so beautiful and noble in the same outfit as his.

The dignified and wealthy aura she had cultivated over the years was a good match for the dress. Although the size was a little off, the black robe and purple skirt were not too picky about size, and Zhao Ji was tall to begin with, so she could barely support it.

I don't know why, maybe she wanted to play the whole role, so she didn't put her hair up in a bun, and all the gold, silver, jade and emeralds on her head were taken off. Instead, she used Ying Zheng's golden crown to tie up her hair.

At this time, Zhao Ji walked in from the side hall leisurely. Her usual slender steps were gone. She imitated Ying Zheng's usual square steps quite seriously. She looked quite good in that way. If you didn't look closely, she looked quite majestic.

Her temperament was completely different from that of the past. Although she was noble and generous on weekdays, she was mainly feminine and charming. But at this time, Zhao Ji was noble and elegant, dignified and generous, which was simply indescribable.

The difference between his temperament and that of Ying Zheng is also huge. Ying Zheng's temperament is mainly majestic, cold, inviolable, and high above everyone else. But the nobleness is exactly the same, both are like dragons and phoenixes.

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Ji with great interest to see what else she could perform.

After Zhao Ji came in from the side hall, she looked straight ahead, pretending to be serious, and took a leisurely walk to sit on the high seat of the dragon throne in the middle. She cleared her throat and said, "You bold lunatic, how dare you not bow to me when you see me?"

Although she deliberately made her voice rough, it couldn't conceal her charming feminine nature.

Ying Zheng snorted coldly, his voice returning to its usual majestic and cold tone: "How dare you usurp my throne? Do you know how serious this crime is?"

The voice was not loud, but it was extremely majestic and cold. Even though Zhao Ji knew that Ying Zheng was just playing a role with her, she was still a little scared.

He complained in his heart: "What an unlovable child, so scary, I really don't know how the foreign ministers dare to accompany him every day."

"We're just kidding, why are you being so scary?"

Zhao Ji did not hide her expression. She felt a little unhappy and aggrieved, and everything showed directly on her face.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but smile and walked forward. Zhao Ji turned her head away and didn't look at him. Ying Zheng pushed her aside and sat down too. Fortunately, the dragon throne was wide enough, otherwise it would be difficult to sit down. Even so, it was still a bit crowded.

"Mother, I know my crime and I will apologize to you right now."

As Ying Zheng spoke, he held Zhao Ji's hand with his left hand, palm facing up, and pointed his right index and middle fingers at Zhao Ji's palm and shook them back and forth, as if he was bowing down. Zhao Ji felt itchy in her palm, and was teased by Ying Zheng's little action. She burst out laughing and gave Ying Zheng a charming look: "Bah, how can you bow down and ask for forgiveness like this?"

Ying Zheng smiled and said, "My mother smiled, which means she has forgiven me."

Zhao Ji rolled her eyes at Ying Zheng again: "My mother didn't say that."

Ying Zheng smiled slightly: "What you say in your heart counts."

Zhao Ji glared at Ying Zheng and said, "Scoundrel!"

Ying Zheng turned a deaf ear to him and asked, "By the way, why did mother come to see me?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Ji immediately became excited: "It didn't snow last year, but it snowed heavily today. Mother wants to play in the snow with you."

"By the way, you just scared me with a snowball!"

Ying Zheng seemed not to have heard the last sentence, and nodded to himself: "I see, I don't have anything to do today, so it's convenient. But why didn't you tell me earlier, mother? Then I don't have to change clothes."

Zhao Ji became even angrier: "It's you."

"By the way, I also have something I would like to ask Mother to come with me."

"My Queen Mother hasn't left the palace for a few years. How about going out for a walk with me tomorrow?"

"I'm used to seeing the scenes in the palace. I haven't left the palace for a long time. It just so happens that I don't have much to do these two days. Hmm, how about going out at 3 p.m. tomorrow and taking a quick look?"

When Ying Zheng mentioned this, Zhao Ji immediately forgot about those trivial matters. She had never gone out since she entered the palace. Even though she knew that the outside world was not as good as the palace, she always wanted to take a look.

(End of this chapter)