Chapter 41 Song of the Gods

Winter begins very early in the Qin State.

After autumn, heavy snowflakes with goose feathers are floating in the sky, dancing like butterflies falling from jade.

Baitao was bored in the palace. After waiting for the snow to subside, she encouraged Ying Zheng to accompany her to the horse gallery to see the elk.

Those cherry lips are open and the little mouth is chattering.

Ying Zheng had no choice but to let her make trouble. He just wrapped her tightly in a deerskin cloak with rolled edges before leaving.

When Baitao arrived at the horse farm, she saw an elk running over and kicking other horses with its hooves raised.

There was a long neighing and kicking, and snow particles rustling in the air. The elk caught the other horses and ran with all four hooves in the air. It wanted to jump out of the railing and go out to wander immediately.

Baitao quickly stopped, "Yo yo!"

When the elk saw that his little master was coming, he snorted and calmed down a bit.

It's just that when it passed by a sweaty horse, it insisted on kicking it with its hoofs, and then came over and said, "Yo yo, yo yo."

Baitao: "."

The elk pressed against her palm, it was soft and warm.

Baitao went to look at the black horse that had just been kicked by its hoof.

The black horse was shiny all over, its temples were combed meticulously, its hooves were snow-white, and it was more than six feet tall at the shoulders. A dozen horse slaves went to check its injuries nervously.

At first glance, he is an extraordinary person.

Baitao exhaled a breath of mist and asked, "Whose horse is it?"

Ying Zheng said quietly: "That is a treasure in the world. It is a tribute from the barbarians. It is my favorite horse."

Baitao: "."

Very good, he gets into trouble as soon as he goes out.

She felt a little guilty, puffed up her pink cheeks and glanced at the elk in mock anger.

The elk was still whistling to himself, "Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo."

Along with the sound of several horse slaves shoeing the horses, it was quite regular.

"Forget it." Baitao touched the elk's horns, "Look, the other horses are far away, but that one is still standing there stupidly. It deserves to be kicked."

Ying Zheng: "."

Baitao took out a gold chain from his pocket, put it on the elk's neck, and asked him, "Look, does it look more noble when you wear it?"

The elk, as white as the snow in the sky, puts on the yellow gold chain for the first time, exuding an earthy smell that has fallen into the mortal world.

Ying Zheng was silent, "Very good."

"I think it's very good too. I even engraved words on the gold medal on this gold chain. When others see this elk, they will know that it belongs to the owner."

He was a little amused: "You also carved a letter and gave it as a gift to an elk."

The implication is that I didn't even give him a deer.

Baitao didn't understand why he wanted to compete with an elk for a gold chain, so he didn't hear it.

He just said, "Yeah, well, I carved the word "peach" and the word "zheng" so that others will know that this is ours. Do you remember what happened last time when you took me hunting and carried it back later?"

Ying Zheng: "I remember that I rubbed your feet for a long time after I came back."

That night, the ankles were slender and white, and they were clearly visible in his palms. They were so beautiful that people could only imagine them.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes looked at Baitao with a vague and impenetrable light.

Elk: "Yo yo yo."

Baitao said "Hmm", "I told you that day to help you find an elk when you have free time, but I always remember that the elk I found this time is white, which is rare. We can see it anytime, anywhere, every day."

"

A deer lives a thousand years, and becomes white when it reaches five hundred years old.

This deer is not only rare, but coming to Qin itself is a blessing.

Ying Zheng raised the corners of his lips.

He lowered his hand and touched Baitao's head.

Baitao raised her little face and said, "I can remember your words for a long time. I care deeply about you."

"Um."

His eyes were dark and burning, and his voice was hoarse, "Do you really like me?"

Elk: "Yo yo."

"Yes." Baitao said without thinking, "If I don't like you, who else can I like?"

Ying Zheng was extremely satisfied. He pushed her hair away from her face and moved her thin lips towards her. Their lips and teeth were as close as their knees. Even the slaves around her lowered their heads and did not dare to look around.

The tall and handsome king embraces the petite and charming girl, the elk, the galloping horse, the swaying snowflakes, and the intertwined breaths.

It is a confusing and dense emotional involvement.

After a long time, Ying Zheng raised his arm and held Baitao's waist with one hand, making her buttocks sit on the crook of his arm.

This is a good kissing position.

Her exquisite figure almost stuck to his chest and shoulders.

The muscles and bones of the broad shoulders converged into smooth lines. His eyebrows were slightly narrowed, and his five fingers were inserted into the back of her head.

The orange-red glow enveloped the two of them. Under such gorgeous rendering, the young man deeply kissed the girl in his arms again.

Baitao's eyelashes trembled as she endured his kiss and aggression.

The other person is a special person in your life, and this experience is undoubtedly a happy one.

But Baitao felt that it was not good to kiss her.

As the elk whistled melodiously, she moved her head back a little and said seriously: "Brother Zheng, winter hasn't come yet, maybe spring is coming."

Ying Zheng: "."

He raised his long eyebrows slightly, and directly pinched her slender waist in a punitive manner.

Baitao was so itchy that she moved in his arms, "Oh, that's wrong."

While the two were fighting, a palace man came over from outside and said, "Greetings, my lord, my young master."

Ying Zheng put Baitao's head on his shoulder and raised his chin slightly, "What's the matter?"

"The Queen Mother of Huayang, please invite Little Master Baitao to come to Yueyang Palace for a brief chat."

Baitao said confusedly: "Well, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, the Queen Mother only said that the slave should invite the young master into Yueyang Palace, and nothing else was said."

The palace attendant put her hands into her cuffs and lowered her head. Baitao glanced at Ying Zheng, who put her down, slipped his hands into her cuffs and shook her hand, "Go ahead."

Sometimes, Queen Mother Huayang reassured him more than Zhao Ji.

Baitao nodded, running her fingertips across his warm pads, "Well, I'm leaving."

The girl and the palace maid were submerged in the snow.

Ying Zheng looked at her from a distance until the shadow of her pulse disappeared.

The wind and snow gradually drifted in front of his eyes. With a cold and handsome face, he took off the gold necklace from the elk, looked at the peach character engraved on it, and gently rubbed it.

Zhao Gao held a tung oil umbrella for him at the side, "Your Majesty, there are rumors among the people."

He was hesitant to speak, "I said that the death of Lord Chang'an was closely related to you, Your Majesty, and also said that Your Majesty, you killed your brothers with a stick."

Ying Zheng gave a complicated smile and said in a low voice: "That's right."

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in the roaring air.

There was a faint scent of sandalwood floating over her, and Baitao gathered her cloak. As soon as she stepped onto the steps, before she even got close to the Yueyang Palace, she heard the Qingyue bronze bells ringing the poems of Chu.

"The Lord in the Clouds" by Qu Yuan.

"The bathing orchid soup is full of fragrance, and the beautiful clothes are beautiful."

A heartbreaking female voice sounded, "Queen Mother Huayang, Cheng Jiao is just a child, he is innocent, why is he guilty, Queen Mother!".

Baitao heard the voice of Mrs. Han and paused.

The chime continues to ring.

"The spirit is still curled up, but it is bright and clear."

"The Jian will come to the Palace of Longevity and shine with the sun and the moon."

The bronze chimes slowly struck loudly and resonantly, and the lingering sound of "dang-dang-dang" lingered in my ears, like a hovering and attached god descending into the world.
To be continued...