Empress Dowager Xia is newly mourned.

The palace is covered with long white strips and white curtains.

From time to time, the palace maids who were walking around would cover their faces with their sleeves and cry for a while, while going about their work as if nothing had happened.

Bai Tao saw that the cheerful and straightforward Rui'er beside her had a bitter face with the corners of her mouth turned down, and she was greatly puzzled. Could it be that someone who had nothing to do with her died and was crying.

Mortal people are so attached to love and righteousness.

Don't blame her for thinking so.

In fact, when the late king passed away, it coincided with the turmoil between Ying Zheng and Cheng Jiao fighting for the throne.

It looks calm on the outside, but in fact the turmoil on the inside is about to break out.

She was placed under the protection of Brother Zheng in the Prince's Mansion, and she had never seen such a noisy scene.

"Oh, oh, oh, grandma...grandma!"

From the corner ahead, His Highness the Second Highness's cries like a dragon could be heard.

With tears streaming down his face, he ran and yelled, "Why are you telling me now? I haven't had time to see you for the last time. You are a bunch of idiots, losers, and losers!"

"Well... I really couldn't find His Highness last night."

The slave at the back, holding on to the sash on his head, followed behind on two legs.

When passing by Baitao, Chengjiao stopped, his young face turned livid.

He was breathless and cursed: "You...you are finally going to get what you want, bah, you have such a charming face, you vixen!"

Baitao: "?"

Before she could think of a curse word worthy of his face, Cheng Jiao ran away fiercely.

"It's just my concubine giving birth to a son, Taotao, don't take it to heart."

The Empress Dowager Zhao and Zhao Ji were standing not far away. Her ceremonial guard was quite large, and the back was filled with servants.

Although it was a funeral, she was dressed in colorful embroidery.

On her head is a winged beaded hairpin, and on her hand is a red gold beaded nine-turn exquisite bracelet. Her whole body is elegant and flamboyant, and she has no idea what restraint is.

Zhao Ji put her hand on the back of the old nanny's hand, who had a mole on the corner of her mouth and had a mean face, and walked over with her waist twisted.

Baitao rolled her eyes and called sweetly: "Aunt Zhao."

"Eh."

Zhao Ji covered her mouth with a handkerchief and said with a smile, "You are still like this. You are the same as when you were a child. You have a sweet face and a sweet mouth. But as you grow up, you have longer lips. With such good-looking skin, you must find a good man to marry as soon as possible.

go."

Baitao giggled, "No way. No matter how good-looking I am, I can't be as good-looking as you, Aunt Zhao."

This phrase was taught to her by her brother Zheng, and it really worked for Zhao Ji.

Especially when she said such words with big ignorant eyes, it made her words even more believable.

Zhao Ji touched her face and said happily: "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously." White Peach Chicken pecked at the rice.

Zhao Ji gave her a scolding look and said, "Good boy, you are already a middle-aged woman."

"Where can I find it, Aunt Zhao is now in her flowery years."

"In the Mood for Love..."

Zhao Ji murmured, looking at the beauty of the girl with white peaches blooming in front of her, her heart was already drunk.

She knew very well that she had missed such a long time, and continued to wither in HD and Zhao Palace.

After returning to the Qin Palace, she began to burn her wax torch.

She is an infinitely charming young woman of the right age.

She is also a charming young woman in every possible way.

But unfortunately, the King of Qin passed away, leaving it empty for a long time, and all the emotions were extinguished in the dark Qin King's palace.

As the Empress Dowager Bingzheng who everyone must bow down to, she looks great on the outside, but locked in this prosperous prison, she can't even squeeze out her tears.

Zhao Ji was tired of all this, this endless fight, this struggle for power.

But she is just a woman, what can a woman do?

She became depressed, sad, full of resentment and unable to express anything. It was Lu Buwei, and only Lu Buwei, who fulfilled her girlish dream,

His touch, his nourishment, his irrigation.

Only then did she regain her glory as a woman. The servants exclaimed and the maids envied her.

But he hasn't been here for almost two months, and even I feel thirsty.

Zhao Ji stroked her face again, and the young warbler asked Baitao like a tongue-in-cheek, "Good boy, you said Ai Jia's face is pretty, do you think - a man would like it?"

Baitao himself was not a man, so he couldn't answer.

But when I looked around at the maids behind Aunt Zhao, most of them were mediocre or ugly. Only Aunt Zhao was plump, exquisite and beautiful, and she stood out at first glance.

She said crisply: "Most men pay attention to appearance. If they don't like Aunt Zhao, who else would they like?"

Under the mottled shadows under the tree, the cheerful smile on Zhao Ji's face seemed to be sailing into the rolling sea of ​​evil, "Good boy, you are really lovely."

She took off a pair of exquisite red gold bracelets with nine turns of beads, put them on Baitao's hands, and glanced at the palace of Queen Mother Xia from afar.

"Don't go and worship her. She's just a concubine. No matter how respected her position is, she is still a concubine in the end. If you go and worship her, you will be punished and ruined. If there is anyone in the palace who dares to gossip, just say

It is the will of the Ai family, good boy, go back. Going outside the palace to ride horses and go for an outing is always more free and enjoyable than staying inside the palace."

"Okay, Aunt Zhao."

The bracelet was shiny and hard. Baitao got a good thing for nothing and said goodbye to Aunt Zhao obediently.

Aunt Zhao also smiled, raised her fingers and pressed her hair on her temples, swaying her waist like the wind blowing through the willow branches, and entered the palace of Empress Dowager Xia.

After a group of people left in a grand manner, the maid next to Baitao dared to stand up.

Rui'er took the heavy bracelet in her hand, looked at the backs of Zhao Ji and her group, and said: "This Queen Mother is really a true-hearted woman, and she is not mean to her little master. This pair of bracelets

Even the treasury rarely has enough money to pay."

Baitao poked Rui'er's round face with her fingertips, then plucked a small white flower on her head, "What is the treasury? Have you seen it?"

Rui'er sniffed and said, "Aren't those various things that your Majesty gave to my mistress the national treasury?"

"..."

It seems right.

Baitao threw away the small white flowers in her hand, "Let's go, since we don't have to go to mourn, let's go find a horse gallery outside the palace, pick a few BMWs and good horses to race, and make sure we beat those foreign scholars who don't know how to do it.

."

"But didn't your Majesty get so angry just yesterday? He even dragged you back, my mistress. Didn't you forget, my mistress?"

Rui'er shrank her neck, a little afraid.

Baitao's stepped foot paused in the air, "That's right, it makes sense. Let's just wait a few more days and take shelter from the wind."

"Okay!" Rui'er jumped, clapped her hands and laughed.

The master and the servant quietly agreed upon it, and after talking, they laughed and walked back.

*

A few days later.

In the palace of Empress Dowager Zhao.

The guard at the secret door came in with a sheepskin scroll and said, "Return to the Queen Mother. This is a reply from the Prime Minister. He informed me that there is no need to wait for her tonight."

Zhao Ji was dressed up, and when she heard this, her face became filled with anticipation.

The smile on her face did not change, and it looked like a dead piece of wood when pulled.

She really wanted to smile. Facing Buwei's men, she should also maintain her dignity as the queen mother of a country.

With her back to the guards, Zhao Ji wiped the tears on her face with her hands, looked at the carvings on her head and said, "The Ai family knows, please go down."

"Yes." The guard bowed and retreated.

"Wait a moment."

Zhao Ji stretched out her well-maintained jade hand and took the parchment from the guard's hand, "Even if you don't come, if you refuse, you have to show it to the Ai family. How is the Prime Minister doing recently?"

The guard lowered his head and did not dare to look at her: "Go back to the Queen Mother, Sir Xiangguo, everything is fine."

"yes."

Zhao Ji looked at Lu Buwei's handwriting, and all she saw was hazy. She tried her best to see it clearly, but she never thought that the slight gulp in her throat would escape first, "He used to be a businessman, and he traveled all over the world. He usually didn't know how to take care of himself."

, he is a rough guy, and he doesn’t care that much. Now that he is such a big official, there should be a lot of people taking care of him."
To be continued...