"Ying Zheng?"

The carriage was sparkling, and the white peaches were fragrant and wrapped into small pink balls. She asked, "Then I won't call you Zhao Zheng from now on. Will I call you Ying Zheng?"

Ying Zheng was dressed in black and looked calm and condensed, "Anything is fine."

"Ying Zheng."

Baitao said again that the wrap she was wrapped in was really heavy, and her cheeks were pink, and she looked more like a small bun, which was gone after one bite.

Baitao rested her head on Ying Zheng's knees, "Ying Zheng, I miss my brother so much."

"..."

Ying Zheng touched her head. During the period when she fled from Zhao to Qin, she never once said that she missed her brother. She would only say that she missed her brother when the crisis was over. She was so sensible and heart-warming, "I will do it in the future." Like your brother, I will take good care of you."

The girl rubbed her eyes and muttered: "Okay."

The soldiers accompanying the carriage were all old men, and they would not even comb a little girl's hair.

So she always wore long, thin and soft hair, especially when she was so soft and soft, she became even more obedient.

Ying Zheng stroked her head one after another, and the time passed between his fingers and black hair, which seemed extremely gentle.

Fan Yuqi, who was ignored in the carriage, had a grass stem in his mouth and left them alone, one big and one small, without saying a word.

Finally, he said, "Are you raising your little wife here?"

Ying Zheng: "...."

The grass stem in Fan Yuqi's mouth twirled, and he immediately opened the car curtain with his back arched and went out.

As soon as his brute bull got out, even the horse pulling the cart could breathe.

After leaving, Fan Yuqi opened his chest, exhaled and exhaled. After a few puffs of white mist, he rode around to the outside of Zhao Ji's carriage.

It's strange to say that this young man doesn't look like a heartless person, but how could his son be so alienated from his mother?

Zhao Ji was rescued from the snowstorm by the dead soldiers, so she was blessed with great fortune.

This Zhao Zheng, bah, should be called Ying Zheng. Even if he doesn't recognize his ancestor and return to the clan, he has to be called Wang.

This Ying Zheng, the situation was not much better at that time.

When I was at the city gate with that girl, it was like running away from the wilderness, and the result was that the skinny son met the miserable mother.

Fan Yuqi thought it was a reunion between mother and son. Even if he didn't burst into tears, he would still have to cry out like mother and son.

As a result, he thought too much.

It's cold, colder than the ice in the dog days of summer.

It would be better for his mother to spank him three times a day, each time being different, and not say whether it hurts or not. At least it is humane.

Fan Yuqi shivered in the cold wind. It was not because he was cold, but because he had done a good job in escorting this time. The King of Qin had to give him a big reward. He was excited.

Thinking of this, Fan Yuqi rubbed his fingers, tightened the reins and walked to the curtain of Zhao Ji's car, "Madam, good luck."

The car curtain moved, and Zhao Ji inside took her jade hand and lifted a corner of the car curtain.

It can be said that what was wasted in Zhao State was only the spirit of this poor woman. Although those days were hard, she did not have to wash, cook or do menial work, so she could not see any hardship.

Her charm as the number one singing girl in HD is still there.

Especially Zhao Ji, who was wearing gold and silver earrings, luxurious clothes, and lipstick on her mouth, was even more beautiful. Zhao Ji's eyes flashed, "General Fan, you have done a great job in escorting our mother and son."

Hey, you've changed a lot.

This is also a good way to go.

Fan Yuqi was delighted: "I don't dare to take the matter of classifying generals into categories."

Zhao Ji said nothing and let go.

The car curtains swung down, blocking out the rich fragrance of powder.

The guard of honor returning home continued to drive towards Xianyang Palace. Baitao in the carriage in front was sleeping soundly with her pillow on Ying Zheng's lap.

Ying Zheng tapped the tip of her nose and said, "Taotao, it's coming."

Baitao woke up and pulled his sleeve to wipe a little saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Ying Zheng: "Do you still remember what I told you?"

"I know, I've said it seven or eight times, can I not remember it?"

Baitao felt that his long-winded manner was comparable to that of his brother.

At this moment, the swaying carriage suddenly stopped, and a eunuch shouted outside in a long and pointed voice, "Mrs. Zhao and Wang Zizheng pay homage to King Qin——"

So fast?

Baitao patted the cake crumbs on her skirt. She didn't need to lower her head in this carriage, she could just step on it.

Ying Zheng will be a prince when he returns to the Qin Kingdom. Since ancient times, there has been a tradition of establishing a prince and a chief minister. He may still be the prince. Now his status is extremely valuable. Logically speaking, he cannot bring her down.

But underneath is a human stool, even if the human stool is hunched over and Baitao's short legs can't reach it.

She was about to jump off the carriage neatly.

Ying Zheng sighed and hugged her down with his long arms, thinking that she really couldn't leave him.

Baitao felt that it didn't matter if he carried her or jumped off her body, but when her feet landed, she realized that there was a row of gorgeous clothes standing in front of her.

There are many Qin people, including men and women, old and young.

The color of the sky was as thin as a piece of paper. They were wearing the heaviest clothes, standing under the palace gate of the Qin Palace and on the thick soil. Even the corners of their eyes were filled with countless curiosity, pickiness and scrutiny.

"Is this the king's wife? Is He Zheng'er back?"

The surrounded King of Qin, who was wearing a crown, was the first to speak. His voice did not have the majesty of a king, but was full of longing and urgency.

"King!"

Zhao Ji's cry was as gentle as a delicate oriole. She ignored the eyes of the people around her and the shackles of the world, and was as hot and fiery as a Populus euphratica forest.

She rushed over and hugged King Qin tightly, "Your Majesty, I miss you so much."

King Qin also cried: "Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji, my Zhao Ji, you have suffered."

Baitao, who was being held by Ying Zheng, witnessed everything and smelled the fragrance of her daughter's home fragrance in the wind. She sneezed slightly and opened her big eyes to look at King Qin and Mrs. Zhao Ji, who had reunited after a long absence.

The King of Qin's name is Ying Zichu, he is in his thirties, and he looks...

Baitao compared it with Ying Zheng in his mind.

She glanced sideways at Ying Zheng, who was as silent as the background, and realized that this father didn't look like her son at all, not even in appearance, not even in temperament.

"Your Majesty, woo woo woo..."

"Madam, you have suffered."

King Qin Ying Zichu was still holding Zhao Ji in his arms, completely ignoring the expressions on the faces of Queen Mother Huayang, Mrs. Han, and several ministers around her.

His temperament is relatively weak, as if he is being propped up with a stick. If he is not propped up like this, he may collapse immediately.

And it looked like he didn't have long to live, maybe not even a year, which was even worse than Zhao Ji in his arms who could live for several years.

Bai Tao blinked.

Then he saw an aristocratic woman standing next to Ying Zichu. This woman had been staring coldly at Zhao Ji and Ying Zichu who were hugging each other.

This woman's background is not trivial. Baitao once heard Fan Yuqi and Ying Zheng talk about her.

This is the powerful Queen Mother Huayang of the Qin State.

Behind the Queen Mother of Huayang was the Chu State, a faction of the Chu State stationed in the Qin State. The Queen Mother of Huayang was the mother of Yingzi Chu and the direct grandmother of Ying Zheng.

Because national filial piety is not over yet.

She styled her hair in a high bun, inserted a few white pearls, and only wore a pair of peacock earrings on her ears. But with such a simple embellishment, she showed an unattainable dignity.

I don't know how much better it is than Zhao Ji who was still crying while holding King Qin in her arms.

"enough!"

Empress Dowager Huayang couldn't bear it any longer and scolded King Qin and Ji Zhao who were hugging each other, "This is the royal family, not a singing and dancing studio. How can we cry and sing like this?"

As soon as she said these words, it was like a slap on Zhao Ji's face, causing burning pain.

The middle-aged man next to him had a kind face, and even his eye lines showed that he was approachable.

He was Lu Buwei, Prime Minister of Lu. He stood up and tried to smooth things over and said, "Haha, Queen Mother, please calm down. Your Majesty and his wife are a couple in distress. They are reunited after a long separation. It is understandable and excusable."

With that said, Lu Buwei winked at Ying Zichu who was still crying. It can be said that without Lu Buwei spending all his money to rescue Ying Zichu from the Zhao Kingdom, how would Chu Zichu be king and dominate today?

Ying Zichu understood immediately and respectfully admitted his mistake to the Empress Dowager Huayang, "Mother, please calm down. I have lost my sense of proportion."

Empress Dowager Huayang straightened her sleeves and said, "Since Zichu knows what's appropriate, don't mess around."

"Yes, I will obey my mother's teachings."

"Um."

Queen Mother Huayang was satisfied with her son's obedience.
To be continued...