Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 47: Like a Dream (2)
Zhaoli's face was as pale as a spring, and he took a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and said softly: "Yaoer, don't be sad! Let mother do your makeup for you, my Yaoer will be the most beautiful bride in the world!"

Zhao Li helped her sit in front of the makeup mirror, took the jade comb Xiao Mian handed over, and gently combed her brocade-like long hair.

The eyes are the seedlings of the heart, and the hair is the seedlings of beauty.

A woman has three thousand hairs, half for love and half for sorrow.

The cumbersomeness of the world has always been the cage that fetters a woman, but what fear is there for the one you love?Yaoer, mother understands you.

Zhaoli puts a phoenix hairpin on her, puts on a phoenix step, and puts on a rosy silk, using all the beautiful sentiments of all mothers in the world to bid farewell to their beloved daughter, and meticulously arranges the most extravagant makeup for her daughter in the world.

Xiao Mian was moved, his eyes filled with love.

The happiest thing in life is the peaceful and peaceful time at the beginning, knowing that death is coming, but being able to stay with his wife and daughter warmly, as if it was just a short separation.

All the gatherings in the world are not for parting, but for more affectionate remembering.

Even on the way to Huangquan, he dare not forget each other, and he will not.

"Mother, can you tell me now why you sent me into the palace?" Xiao Yao's eyes in the mirror were colorful.

The forehead is yellow and the skin is hazy, the beautiful face is full of spring, and the rouge is evenly dotted on the already bright red lips, adding more color.

Zhao Li held her catkins, his wrists were as white as snow, and he put on a red jade bracelet, his teeth were extremely gentle: "Do you remember the ancestors of the Zhao family?"

"Housuke Zhaoping of Dongling, the favorite minister of Qin Shihuang. The country was broken and he was willing to be a commoner and refused to enter the Han Dynasty. He planted melons in the east of Chang'an City. The melons are five colors and delicious. They are called "Dongling melons" in the world. Later, they cherished each other with Xiao Xiangguo , became confidantes, and saved Xiao Xiangguo's life in the 11th year of Emperor Gaozu, so the two ancestors met for generations and the eldest children became in-laws, and the Zhao family became rich from then on. Helping each other, the kindness of the two families will last forever, and the children and grandchildren will not break the contract." Xiao Yao memorized this section recorded in "Zhao's Family Tree", and every time he read it, there was a wisp of wisdom gurgling through his heart.

Zhao Li smiled like a lily, with slightly hooked red lips, he uttered a sentence: "Yaoer remembers it!"

Time and space blurred into silence.

Her eyebrows were deep in thought, did she really want to tell the whole story?

"Li'er, it's about Yao'er's doubts, she should be cleared up. It's a pity to spend a lifetime in doubt." Xiao Mian caressed her fragrant shoulders, his palms were as warm as the beauty of a spring day.

Zhaoli looked at him affectionately, no matter what decision she made, he always supported her, even if he didn't like his daughter entering the palace, in order to fulfill her wish, he acquiesced.

It was the condensed love bit by bit that made her willing to pay with death today.

"Yao'er, the reason why Zhao Zu was enshrined as a Marquis back then was because of his wisdom, and second, it was related to his younger sister, my great-aunt." Zhao Li sighed deeply, and shook Xiao Mian's hand, as if full of strength .

Xiao Yao's eyebrows were stunned: "Who is she?"

"Her name is Zhaoxi, and she is Qin Shihuang's most favored concubine, the mother of the first emperor's eldest son, Fusu. If it wasn't for Miss A Fang, she would have been the queen of the phoenix long ago." Zhao Li's eyes were full of regret.

Xiao Yao's chest was stagnant, everyone in Efang Palace knew that Qin Shihuang refused to stand as a queen until his death, and only kept a love for her.

If the Qin family had no Afang girl, and Aunt Xuan got her wish and supported Su to establish the crown prince, what kind of Great Qin Dynasty would it be?
Zhao Li's eyes sparkled, and he was deeply attached to the past: "When I was young, I found two portraits in my mother's room. One was Aunt Zeng. It was so beautiful that it seemed to be swaying in front of my eyes. No wonder the emperor loved him so much."

"What about the other one?" Xiao Yao's heart moved.

"A Fang!" The color on Zhao Li's face was like a peony just blooming, falling on the pattern of treasures on the curtain, as if a celestial beauty flew down there, so hazy that it smudged people's hearts.

"A Fang is indescribably beautiful, so beautiful that she seems to come from the clouds. Her beauty makes people peaceful and quiet. It is like a classical, elegant and quiet house full of flowers that fills the world. Let you live in it again I don't want to come out either. She is a woman who is destined to live in the hearts of the people. She is beautiful but not demonic, and she is so beautiful. Even my mother had to escape from the feeling of humiliation with great difficulty. Only then did I understand that Qin Shihuang's yearning for her is unmatched .” Zhao Li’s eyebrows drifted away, as if he was staring at her from afar.

If a woman who is beautiful and out of this world makes another woman who is high and refined be in a trance, it can be seen how amazing her elegance is.

That is not ordinary beauty, but a bright moon, which can only be looked up at.

Xiao Yao was a little crazy in her heart, it would be great if she saw her.

"Yao'er, you would never have imagined how similar Aunt Zeng is to Aunt Efang's mother! The only thing missing is the fairy spirit." Zhaoli said startlingly.

The jade comb in Xiao Yao's hand suddenly slipped and shattered to the ground.

A trace of bitterness hits the chest, which seems to be somewhat clear.

Zhao Li held the mirror in his hand, and pointed it in front of her, and said softly: "Grandma Zeng died of depression, and she told the people of the Zhao clan at the end of her life that after several generations, the blood of the Zhao clan determined a Fang, and asked her to enter the palace. You, you have fulfilled her prediction, Yaoer, you are almost the same body as A Fang, but your temperament is out of character, and you are not very similar to her Yourou."

"So the mother let her daughter into the palace in order to realize her dream?" Xiao Yao's eyebrows were sad.

"Not all! When I was five years old, my Majesty came to the mansion to personally worship Xiao Zu, and you, just fluttering butterflies among the chrysanthemums, Your Majesty was astonished as a heavenly being. It was A Fang who was reborn. Immediately decree mother, to be a fairy in Yaochi Gelai cultivates Yaoer, who is not stained with slender dust, innocent and ethereal, beautiful, and is not allowed to meet with the world! If you don't believe it, your father can testify!" Zhao Xin sighed, everything was a coincidence, and she also I don't believe in Aunt Zeng's prophecy, but my daughter and Ah Fang are more and more alike.

Xiao Mian stretched out his palms to caress Xiao Yao's shoulders, his voice was as soft as a piano, and he plucked people's ears: "Yao'er, what your mother said is true. Today, if it is not for the help of the eldest princess, he may not be able to ascend to the throne of God. Considering that he is 16 years old Nine-Five Supreme, deeply believes in the help of gods in the world, so he believes in the theory of gods. He not only believes that you are a fairy in Yaochi, but also has the wonder of the god bird red geese inhabiting camphor. He also believes that gods exist in Penglai. As a subject, my father has no There is no way to resist, the entire Xiao family is owned by the royal family, and the emperor's ministers have to die, let alone fill the harem with women?"

"Father, Yao'er understands! Yao'er doesn't blame her parents! Yao'er has cleared her doubts and there is no more trouble in her heart!" Xiao Yao leaned against her father's chest, reliving her childhood sweethearts.

The so-called covenant, so it is.

It is clear in my heart, and there is no more self-guessing and melancholy.

"Yao'er, eat it!" Zhao Li smiled sweetly, holding a Tise Rose Ropa in his hand, on which lay a crimson pill.

The pills are round like pearls, dazzlingly red and bleeding.

Xiao Yao raised her eyes and said in surprise: "Mother, why is Xihun Pill in your hands?"

(End of this chapter)