The pouring spring rain hit the eaves and teeth suddenly.

Xianyang Palace waited for more than half a month, but finally did not wait until the rain stopped and the clouds stopped and the fog cleared.

Zhao Ji, who was also waiting for a reply, was lying on the bed lingeringly.

The hall is covered with warm felt blankets.

Zhao Ji was covered with a quilt embroidered with pines and cranes to prolong life, and she was surrounded by maids and maids who lowered their heads and stared at their toes.

Next to her, Grandma Sun held a slender copper tube and unscrewed the jade cover, revealing a black and red pill inside.

"My dear, it takes a long time for the messenger to come and go."

Grandma Sun said: "Maybe there's something wrong on the road. You never know. It's been raining for half a month. Maybe the road is muddy -"

"roll!"

Before she finished speaking, Zhao Ji pulled the copper pipe in her hand and threw it to the ground.

Dan Wan rolled on the ground several times. She closed her eyes slightly and opened her black eyes again. Her cheeks were sunken and her breathing was rapid: "The last urgent letter, does he want to be a member of the Aijia or Aijia?"

corpse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the chambermaids and maids fell to their knees.

Grandma Sun raised her voice and said in a high pitched voice: "Mother, you must not say that. God bless you, I will be as long as the moon, as high as the sun, as long as Nanshan, and God will protect you forever!"

"Tianbao Jiuru!"

"Tianbao Jiuru!"

Death is especially taboo in the palace.

The palace people prayed for Zhao Ji and this infatuated woman in ancient Qin language.

Zhao Ji closed her eyes tightly and remained silent, like an oil lamp that had burned out and was about to run out.

"The Prime Minister has arrived——"

The shrill voice of the chamberlain rang out in the dim palace.

Zhao Ji felt as if she had been injected with fresh blood. Hot sweat suddenly broke out on her body, and she turned her dry eyes to look.

Lu Buwei walked in wearing an ocher-colored spring shirt.

He is from the Wei State, has a rather upright appearance, and has several deep smile lines at the end of each eye, making him look kind and elegant.

But it is this kind man with a very long-term vision who has become the world's largest businessman.

He also had the courage to plan and then make decisions and then settle down, which led to the current situation in Qin where Zhongfu was in charge of the country.

Zhao Ji looked at him and could no longer shed tears.

Lu Buwei stood beside her couch. At this time, the palace people had been driven out, and they were the only two people left in this large palace.

His expression was impeccable, but his fingers weakly formed a stiff arc, like a dead branch.

"Zhao Shu, Buwei is here to see you."

Zhao Ji's eyes never blinked from the moment he came in. She opened her mouth, but she was speechless, "Buwei——"

Lu Buwei brought a bowl of minced meat from the side, sat beside her couch, and smiled, "I heard from the people below that if you don't eat or drink for three days, it's inevitable for me, the prime minister, to approve more than a dozen carts of documents every day.

..”

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ji hurriedly said, "I know that you are a man and you are doing important things for men. I, a little woman, should not stop you, but..."

The tears on her face burned down, "I just want it too much, I care too much, Buwei, do you know? Do you...understand me?"

She was afraid of forcing him to death, and she was afraid that he would not have the weight of her in his heart, and she was even more afraid that he would dislike her from the bottom of his heart.

He thought she was born a geisha and thought she was old and yellow.

There were so many beautiful young women in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and she was afraid that he would abandon her at some point. She repeatedly tried to use her power to oppress him, but in the end it was herself who was forced.

Lu Buwei's face was uncertain, he avoided her gaze, took a spoonful of minced meat from the bowl and said, "Your health is important, Zhao Shu, don't be willful."

"Bu Wei, I am not willful."

Zhao Ji's eyes glowed softly, and she let him help her up, swallowing the minced meat he fed with his own hands.

The two were so close now that she could even feel his breathing.

When the bowl of minced meat reached the bottom, Zhao Ji suddenly threw herself on Lu Buwei, crying out all her longing and the strength she had gained from drinking the minced meat.

"Bu Wei, Bu Wei Bu Wei, my man, I am your woman, tell me now why you haven't come to see me for several months, woo woo woo."

Unfortunately, the body he held was extremely stiff, harder than the iron stone.

Zhao Ji felt terrified that her affection was in vain. She tried her best to elicit a response from him, "Buwei, please speak. I want to hear you say you love me, and I want to hear it now."

His big hand holding the pen suppressed her tearing the hem of her clothes, and his face seemed to be full of thoughts, "No."

"Pfft."

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "What's wrong? You really think that I want to cling to you and do that kind of thing right now. You're just a mouthy gourd. Only when you do that kind of thing will I feel that you are in love with me?"

mine."

"If you don't do that, you and the concubine in your house will do it too, so you might as well pay food to me."

Lu Buwei moved his lips and forced out an embarrassing smile: "You are the Queen Mother and I am the Prime Minister. This is not a good thing."

"What is a good thing? You might as well marry me. I will be your wife and you will be my husband. Isn't this a good thing?"

Zhao Ji nestled against his chest, "Being a husband and raising children for the rest of my life, this is the life I want to live. Bu Wei, I don't want to be trapped in this lonely and boundless palace and die alone. That is really too much."

It’s terrible, not to mention that King Qin has already agreed, so why can’t you kill me?”

Lu Buwei was calm and calm.

"What exactly do you want me to do? Say it, say it!"

Seeing that he had no reaction, Zhao Ji beat his chest, fell weakly on him, and cried, "You are such a dignified prime minister, so afraid of everyone's eyes."

"Zhao Shu, listen to me, it's not because of this."

Lu Buwei held her hand and said, "People in the world are actually making ridiculous rumors and slandering Ying Zheng as our son. If you and I are reunited again, I'm afraid that King Qin's direct bloodline will be punished."

"At that time, I am afraid that the imperial court will be in turmoil and the country will be in trouble. There will also be Cheng Jiao. Behind Cheng Jiao, South Korea is watching -"

"Shh."

Zhao Ji lightly tapped his lips with her fingertips and smiled foolishly, "It would be great if King Qin were the son born to you and me. We would take him far away from the court, to a place where no one can find him.

The family lives together.”

"Zhao Shu! You are confused!"

Lu Buwei's face turned livid, and he walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

Zhao Ji crawled beside the couch, almost falling down. Her voice was cold and depressed, "Buwei, if you dare to step out, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

"Boom——" "Boom——"

Thunder was rolling outside again, and Lu Buwei's figure froze, as if he had been separated by layers of haze.

He turned around very slowly, "If you and I want to stay together forever, that's not impossible, but we must first get rid of the obstacle of Cheng Jiao."

Tears shone in Zhao Ji's eyes, and hope was rekindled: "Bu Wei, I will listen to you. Whatever you say, Zhao Shu will do it."

*

"Boom——"

rain.

rain.

It's still raining.

Baitao fiddled with the glass beads in his hand.

Looking at the yellow-leafed trees with green buds in the courtyard, he said depressedly: "Why hasn't it stopped? It's been raining for how many days."

Rui'er, who was standing by, added spices to the stove to repel mosquitoes and said, "The spring rain is continuous, and it has been raining for a long time. My little master is really bored, so you can go to your place."

"No, what's so fun about his place? There are a bunch of white old antiques coming in and out. Seeing me is like seeing a child."

Baitao shook the bead plate and tossed it, "There is also Brother Zheng, who is extremely busy. The pile of documents he reviewed is higher than my head. What do you think? How fun is that?"

Rui'er sneered and said, "What are your plans, little master?"

"I don't care." Bai Tao Liyu said, "Go outside, even if it rains so heavily."

Rui'er also put down her work and said, "Little master, wait for me first, I'll go make preparations."

"You girls are all just ink stains. Clean up here and there. I don't want to wait for you."

Baitao jumped out, leaving only Rui'er with a head tied in a double-snail bun. Rui'er was behind and didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Little Master, you are also a girl."

The black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and the white rain dropped into the boat.

Baitao sat on the edge of the canopy boat, stretching out a bamboo pole and placing it on the water.
To be continued...