The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 288 Are you willing?

Ying Zheng suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, very fresh and wonderful, elegant and fragrant. He sniffed it carefully for a few times and said, "It smells so good. What is this smell?"

Zi Nu hurriedly sniffed a few times and said, "I wonder where the king is talking about?"

Ying Zheng walked closer to Zi Nu and sniffed her: "It's the scent of your body, strong but not gaudy, fragrant but not greasy, I have never smelled this scent before."

Zi Nu took a step back and sniffed her sleeves: "Your Majesty, I am rude. I have cultivated a purple irrigate, which has a strong fragrance and is very easy to be contaminated. It was in my room, so I must have been contaminated unintentionally. Please don't blame me, Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng smiled and said, "It turns out that Zi Nu is also proficient in flower and plant cultivation. As expected, you have let me know another talent."

"You have done nothing wrong. I also like this scent."

Zi Nu hurriedly said, "Thank you, Your Majesty. Since Your Majesty likes it, I will prepare some purple rush for Your Majesty later."

Ying Zheng shook his head and chuckled, "A gentleman does not take away what others love. Since this flower is in your room, it must be something you love very much. I'll leave it here with you."

Zi Nu hesitated for a moment, then replied softly, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Ji, who was already a little drunk. She was standing shoulder to shoulder with Han Lu, and he didn't know what they were talking about. He shook his head and said, "Forget it, we have had enough fun today. Prepare some tea, wine, and incense, and send them to the palace tomorrow. You go in person."

Zi Nu paused for a moment and replied, "Yes."

Ying Zheng walked slowly to Zhao Ji's side. Zhao Ji's face was rosy now, and she was slightly tipsy and intoxicated. She was unconsciously flirting with him. Ying Zheng didn't notice her approaching, and was still talking to Han Lu with her head pressed against his. Ying Zheng helped her up and said, "Mother, it's getting late. We should go back."

As soon as Ying Zheng left the window, a snowy wind swept in. The sudden chill made Zi Nu feel a little cold, and she quickly closed the window.

He hurried forward to support Hanlu. Hanlu had complicated thoughts today and drank a few more cups, but after all, his cultivation was not bad, so he was just slightly tipsy and could not be said to be drunk.

As Zi Nu nodded in thanks, Han Lu smiled back.

Zhao Ji shook her head gently to wake herself up, and gave Ying Zheng a reproachful look: "I haven't had enough fun yet."

Seeing Ying Zheng's expressionless face, she felt a little scared, pouted, and stood up.

Several women put on their veil hats, went downstairs and got on the carriage. The people who had been waiting downstairs knelt down again. Ying Zheng did not reveal his identity and the people did not dare to call him the king. They did not know what to shout for a while. Suddenly, a clever little boy shouted "Long live the king" repeatedly.

Immediately, people in the museum started shouting "Long live the emperor". Ying Zheng laughed for a moment, which was seen clearly by Yan Jin, who took note of that clever little guy.

Several people got on the carriage. Zi Nu respectfully saw them off and sighed in her heart. The smart woman now understood.

After the frame moved away, the hall suddenly became crowded and lively, everyone was shouting for drinks, what a lucky day!
I actually got to see the king twice. My ancestral tomb is not only smoking, it's about to catch fire!

There isn't enough wine in Zi Lian Restaurant today.

Several people got on the carriage. Hanlu was fine, but Zhao Ji was indeed a little drunk. She had just walked downstairs for a few steps, and when she went out the cold wind, the alcohol came up and she was a little drunk. Ying Zheng had no choice but to hold her and sit down, while Xiaoxue was holding on to Hanlu.

These two wines are refreshing and sweet when you drink them, and you won’t feel anything special about them, but the strength of the alcohol is still to come.

Just like Zhao Ji now, her eyes were blurry and she didn't quite know where she was. Fortunately, she had good drinking habits and did not lose her composure even when drunk. Although she couldn't sit steadily, fortunately, she had Ying Zheng's support and she wouldn't fall down by sticking to him.

Ying Zheng laughed in silence, looking at Zhao Ji, who was slightly drunk in his arms. Her face was rosy and her eyes were hazy. She had fallen into a nap. She leaned against him, still as beautiful as ever.

Looking at Zhao Ji, Ying Zheng rarely showed a sincere smile that was almost invisible on his face.

A flood of tenderness filled my heart. As long as Zhao Ji was happy, everything would be fine.

The carriage slowly returned to the palace, where the golden carriage was already waiting. Ying Zheng carried Zhao Ji on it and personally sent her back to Ganquan Palace.

When they arrived at Ganquan Palace, Zhao Ji had recovered some energy after a short rest. Ying Zheng handed Zhao Ji to Hanlu and entered the palace with Zhao Ji. A group of maids hurried forward to serve Zhao Ji and helped her to take a bath and change clothes.

Seeing that a group of people were taking good care of him, Ying Zheng stopped watching and sat down to drink some tea, then waved his hand for Hanlu to come over.

Hanlu hesitated, and walked in front of Ying Zheng with small steps, but he was still several steps away.

"Ok?"

Hanlu hurriedly took a few steps forward and was less than two feet away from Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng grabbed Hanlu and hugged her tightly, which frightened Hanlu so much that her body stiffened and she dared not move.

All the maids in the palace didn't even dare to look at it. They lowered their heads and their minds were wandering.

Hanlu only felt that his whole body was wrapped up, and the air he breathed in through his mouth and nose made his hands and feet inexplicably weak, and even his mind became a little unclear.

Ying Zheng sniffed the beauty's faint body fragrance, and a little bit of alcohol, but it was not unpleasant. After all, he was drinking flower wine, and mixed with the faint fragrance on her body, it had some strange effects.

"How many years have you been in Daqin?"

Hanlu whispered, "My king, it has been four years."

Ying Zheng nodded and tapped his chin lightly on Han Lu's cheek: "It's been so long."

"Take good care of the Queen Mother today, and prepare well tomorrow to go to the Lanchi Palace."

Hanlu pursed her lips and said softly: "My lord, I am a humble servant, and already..."

Ying Zheng interrupted Han Lu by kissing her on the cheek.

"I have no interest in forcing you. You just need to say whether you are willing or not."

Han Lu remained silent. Ying Zheng held her slender waist and sat down, looking at the beauty in his arms. Even looking at her so closely, he could not see any signs of aging.

Her skin is still as firm as that of a girl, flawless and white as snow, and as tender as fat.

Her appearance is flawless, with delicate facial features perfectly integrated into her face. She has the most typical bone beauty and stunning skin.

Hanlu was extremely nervous at this moment, her pretty face was flushed and her long eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Ying Zheng didn't mind waiting for her choice. The warm jade in his arms was so comfortable that he could wait a little longer.

The big hands caressed and groped her slender waist, and he sighed in his heart, she is worthy of being the best dancer in the world. Her waist is really perfect, slender and soft, yet toned and tight. Her lower abdomen is extremely flat and thin, and there are no wrinkles even when she bends over, and she seems to have not-so-obvious abdominal muscles.

I really don’t know what it feels like to bend your back like this.

Han Lu, who was hesitating, felt very uncomfortable all over because of Ying Zheng's little action. This beautiful woman who had never been close to a man, at her age, could not stand the provocation of an old hand like Ying Zheng, and she fell limp in Ying Zheng's arms.

(End of this chapter)