Baitao breathed a sigh of relief when she walked out of the Huayang Queen Mother's Palace.

In the past, Fan Yuqi, a carefree and rough man, had a vague evaluation of the Queen Mother Huayang.

"At first glance, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

One can imagine how powerful the Queen Mother Huayang is.

She didn't know if the compliments she had just been praising Brother Zheng to her had any effect.

Even if you say you're not happy, you can't tell. Even if you're unhappy, you can't tell.

Mortals are really difficult to understand, especially experienced mortals.

Baitao scratched her hair in distress and looked up at the sea of ​​stars in the sky.

She watched them draw golden arcs of light in the blue night sky, and at a glance, she suddenly saw the dim shadows of candles on the wall of the palace, and in the dim light stood people holding wind lanterns.

Extremely familiar.

Baitao's heart skipped a beat.

Then she smiled and jumped over with her lonely shadow, "Brother Zheng!"

Ying Zheng stood under the palace wall, with the moonlight covering his back, looking cold and icy.

The moment the girl threw herself on him, everything melted away. He lowered his head and said, "Grandma didn't do anything to you, right?"

Baitao's eyes were crooked, "No, I just didn't expect you to pick me up. I feel a little happy."

"real?"

"I really didn't lie to you. I even said a lot of good things about you to the Queen Mother,"

Baitao held his hand, her voice soft and warm. It seemed as if there was a misty rain brewing like three springs, softly falling on his face.

"I also told the Queen Mother what happened to you in the snowy mountains. She asked me if it was true or false, and I said of course it was true. I also said that you value love and righteousness."

Ying Zheng felt astonished.

Do you value love and justice?

The girl in front was still chattering: "I told you that you are very skilled and have a very smart mind. To the Queen Mother, I kept praising you..."

Ying Zheng's cold eye sockets and lips were hidden in the darkness, but his thoughts were filled with the scene in Zhao Ji's palace.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Ji waved her hand and gave him a slap. Her hands were still the same, with thin and long nails, glowing coldly.

Her eyes were like ice, cold and hard.

How could that be the way she looked at her son? Which mother in the world would treat her own son like this?

"You are such a ruthless, cold-blooded thing. Your father is about to die, and you are still thinking about scheming at this time. In the Zhao Kingdom, you were scheming. You plotted against Baitao, you plotted against Bai Xianren. I didn't expect to return. Qin, you are still plotting."

"You are going to have no father! You are still plotting your own success. How could I give birth to such a thing like you? I wish I could strangle you to death."

The pain and numbness in his cheeks reminded Ying Zheng of the pain he felt. There was a draft surrounding the palace walls on both sides, just like the breath of the dead blowing through the ears of the living.

Baitao was already walking in front of him unknowingly. She turned around and saw that he was walking slowly. She stared at his cheeks and said, "I thought your face was asymmetrical just now, but it's hard to ask. Now it seems that it's really— —”

Her voice stopped suddenly.

Ying Zheng hugged her tightly. Although his handsome face was still green, it was crowded with three thousand Buddhas and one hundred thousand demons. Buddhas and demons intertwined fiercely on his face.

He enunciated the words like a knife: "Others are right. I am too stubborn, too ambitious, and unruly. That's the kind of person I am."

So what if he is such a person.

So what if you are unfilial and disloyal.

From now on, he will not only be the king of Qin, but also the king of the whole world.

The rules are prescribed by him, the laws are issued by him, and the dignity is written by him.

Even if the crowd's words are like a flood, even if the gods send down punishment, they still dare to say no to him.

In the distance, the gauze-like Milky Way spans across the sky from above, and everything is silent except for fireflies rising and falling.

Baitao felt that something was wrong with him, so after thinking about it, she hugged his thin waist and comforted him: "Brother Zheng, are you okay?"

He restrained and let go of her, "It's okay, Taotao, let's go back."

"okay."

Baitao could only nod.

When I walked to the entrance of the temple, I saw Die'er in front of me, holding a lantern and looking around.

Dieer is dressed up pretty, wearing a green dress with pink sleeves, the same color as Baitao.

She ignored Baitao and walked straight towards Yingzheng. Yingying said: "Your Highness, why did you come back so late? I am really worried. I heard that you were being made difficult by Mrs. Han. Are you... are you okay?"

Saying that, Die'er looked Ying Zheng up and down.

Seeing the fingerprints on his face, his dimples appeared and he said worriedly: "Your Highness, what's wrong with your face? Who hit you? I'll take ice to apply it here."

Ying Zheng didn't even look at him, and led Baitao towards the door.

Die'er followed for a few steps and then seemed to think of other things. She frowned and said to Bai Tao: "But all the ice cubes in the palace have been used by the young master. Your Highness, what should you do with your injury?"

"

Baitao really didn't expect that he would be hit by an arrow even if he didn't speak.

"Presumptuous!" Ying Zheng scolded, "You are just a slave, dictating here."

Die'er's face turned pale, and she knelt down and said: "I am a slave, but I am here to serve His Highness the Crown Prince on the order of the Queen Mother."

"My heart for His Highness is the same. I have always been the same. In the past six months, I have never dared to make a mistake. This time, this time it is my fault. I am really too worried about Your Highness."

After saying that, she knelt down on the ground, revealing a neck as white as gelatin, and her ears were dotted with delicate pearls.

This is not a slave, she looks like a rich man who came out of nowhere.

Baitao thought.

Ying Zheng gave a cold smile and said, "There will be no next time. If the next one commits any offense, I will drag him out and kill him with a stick."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Die'er's ears buzzed, and she almost thought she heard wrongly as the world spun around.

Until the chamberlain pinched her wrist, making her feel the despair of being pinched at the neck, "Your Highness, Your Highness, I am really wrong. I really don't dare to do it anymore. I won't do it again next time! Please forgive me.

Take this slave! Your Highness! Ahhhhh!”

The dull sound of sticks and the pitiful screams of women could be heard in the courtyard, one sound drowning out the other shouting at the top of their lungs.

In the end, it seemed that his mouth and nose were covered with linen cloth, and there was no movement at all.

Baitao saw Ying Zheng's methods for the first time and thought that he could also be angry. She always thought that he had a good temper, was gentle and gentle...

The chamberlains and maids stood in three or four rows, their faces half green and half blue, their legs shaking like chaff, as if they had had a convulsion.

There was only one burly chamberlain among them, his eyebrows lowered and his face expressionless.

He is Zhao Gao.

Ying Zheng stood under the palace lantern on the eaves, and the light and shadow followed the sharp line of his jaw, along his neck, winding up and down to the gold-rimmed collar.

He said: "From now on, in this prince's mansion, there can only be two masters, and that is this prince and Baitao. Anyone who dares to disrespect, disrespect or disobey will be killed for whatever reason!"

"Yes! Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The palace maid had just witnessed the death, so she had nothing to say and hurriedly expressed her position.

The Ying Zheng demonstration ended.

He took Baitao back to the house. The house was spacious and there were two Hutai.

Fortunately for Baitao, Yingzheng was already thirteen years old, and he was already a grown-up boy. Logically speaking, he should sleep in separate beds, but Baitao was afraid of sleeping alone and felt lonely, so he insisted on moving the bed into his room.

Ying Zheng himself knew about the great defense between men and women, and wanted to tell her about it.

But he couldn't resist Baitao, the milky fox with tears in his eyes and the way he was rolling around. Maybe it was the hidden thoughts in his heart, so he completely relied on her.

After Baitao returned to the house, she called for water and went to the outhouse to wash herself.

After she returned to the house, she saw Ying Zheng who had already washed up. Ying Zheng was studying the strategies of governing the country on the candle lamp. His hair was untied and draped around his body. He looked heroic and delicate. He was really good-looking.

Baitao was wearing a loose nightgown and ran over, "Is it the "Book of Shang Jun" that Uncle Lu taught during the day?"

"yes."

"Why do I feel sleepy after listening to and watching it? How come you don't feel sleepy during the day and still don't feel sleepy after watching it at night?"

Baitao sat next to her and yawned, "No wonder people say you are good at studying and I am not good at sleeping."

Ying Zheng was dumbfounded: "You think it's like you, go to bed early, I'll watch it later."

"All right."

Just as Baitao was about to go up the cave, she came over with her head hanging down worriedly. Upon seeing this, Ying Zheng said softly, "What's wrong with Taotao? Do you want to study as hard as me?"

Baitao came over, held his face and said, "I feel that I can't forgive you. If I hadn't been greedy for cold and used all the ice cubes, the fingerprints on your face would have disappeared."
To be continued...