Chapter 43 Red-haired Man

"That throne belongs to my Jiao'er—"

Mrs. Han let out her last cry, as if all her soul had been abandoned and shriveled into a hollow rice husk. She was so angry that she spit out a large mouthful of blood.

He fell to the ground hoarsely.

How can he force a woman who is cautious at every step to say such treasonous words?

The old palace maid's eyebrows twitched, and when she saw the girl holding an umbrella and leaving without touching her body, she felt a little admired.

Approaching the Yueyang Palace, Queen Mother Huayang was still praying with her eyes closed. The old palace maid told her everything about what had just happened, "That little kid is really powerful. What Mrs. Han said is enough to kill everyone."

clan.”

"The old woman is not deaf. You can hear the wind blowing in this palace no matter where you go. That little girl... can force people to do this. How can she not be defending the King of Qin? You order some people to imprison Mrs. Han directly to save her life.

good."

Old palace maid: "Yes."

Mrs. Huayang picked up the bamboo tube, shook it, and drew a lot. When she saw the words engraved on it, her eyes turned around. She added that the bamboo pieces inserted into the bamboo charcoal were "worthy of the King of Qin, and able to hold down her wealth and destiny."

Baitao stepped down the jade steps.

The wind and snow were left behind.

In the wind and snow blowing ahead, a figure wearing a large cloak is depicted. He is holding a tung oil umbrella, waiting for her.

In the deep palace where you are swallowing bones and dying, if there is someone who can always wait for you where you are, it is nothing more than the clear sunshine outside, shining on the snow and melting in the top of your heart.

A little, a little.

Dissolve slowly.

He has long eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips, and he has a strong spirit of his own. "What did Mrs. Huayang say to you?"

Baitao held an umbrella and walked side by side with him, "and said some fascinating things."

"Well, are you cold?" Ying Zheng didn't ask any further questions and went to hold her hand.

But Baitao stubbornly hid one hand and was still one step behind: "Don't hold me, I'm not young anymore, and it's not like I had short legs a few years ago, and I couldn't walk safely in the snow at that time."

Ying Zheng's expression remained calm, but his actions were unmistakable.

Just pick her up.

Baitao was still stepping on Huanshi with his big footprints, and suddenly bumped into his arms. She frowned and said, "It hurts, it hurts, you hit me."

The girl was as delicate as a porcelain figure, untouchable and untouchable.

Ying Zheng's heart became as soft as cloth: "What's wrong? It hurts somewhere."

Baitao touched again and again, took out a seal from the lining of the deerskin cloak, and muttered: "It's all my fault. You hugged me and you just hit me."

seal.

He took it.

Engraved on it is the totem of the Qin State, a majestic falcon, but after unscrewing it, a sacred bird is engraved inside.

"The front of the dragon, the back of the scales, the snake's neck, the fish's tail, the stork's throat, the mandarin duck's thoughts, the dragon's writing, the fish's back, the swallow's jaw, and the chicken's beak."

Ying Zheng's eyes were dim and he looked at it carefully and said, "The Chu man Xie Guanzi once said in "Xie Guanzi" that 'the phoenix is ​​a bird of fire and the essence of the sun'."

Baitao took a breath: "Many people in Chu state worship the phoenix as the sacred bird. This is the phoenix seal."

What else could Mrs. Huayang mean by voluntarily handing over the Phoenix Seal?

Nothing more than——

It's nothing more than taking the initiative to withdraw from this conspiracy vortex of soliciting persuasion, but doing so in this way is a bit surprising.

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Taotao, what exactly did you and the Queen Mother Huayang say?"

"It's just some nonsense"

Baitao felt a little guilty. After all, he couldn't say that she was disrespectful to his grandmother, so he could still talk to his grandmother fiercely.

She stumbled and said, "I just asked a few questions and I said yes, and she said yes too."

Ying Zheng's sharp eyes can see through any disturbance in the court, let alone the people around him who get along day and night.

Seeing that she refused to say anything, he didn't ask any questions and just held her hand: "If you don't want to tell me, don't tell me. I have to thank Taotao for telling me this."

If Mrs. Huayang is willing to delegate power, Qin will be able to reduce a lot of turmoil.

Baitao scratched his palm and said, "Well, you're welcome. I just hit him by mistake."

Ying Zheng smiled brightly: "Yeah."

"I just went to the Yueyang Palace of Queen Mother Huayang and saw a patch of red flowers on the road. What kind of flowers are they?"

"That's a plum blossom."

"It really looks like it to me."

"like what?"

"picture"

My paw prints.

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The plum blossoms in the corner bloom alone in the freezing cold. One tree is stacked on top of the other, one petal is blown by the wind, and it is a beautiful sight that dazzles the eyes in the ice and snow.

But for others, this winter has been extremely long and difficult to endure.

Not only for the rich and well-fed nobles of Xianyang City, but also for the porters and civilian soldiers of Qin State.

The six months of deep winter lasted for half a year, not to mention that ordinary people did not store food at home, but in caves and grottoes.

There are so many snowstorms, mountain closures, rugged terrain, and even freezing and starvation.

This kind of chaos made everyone in Lao Qin panic-stricken and called it a "sent from heaven".

Lu Buwei's memorial: Open granaries for disaster relief.

Ying Zheng: Refute.

At first glance, it seems that Lu Buwei has a kind heart and cares about the safety of the people, but the Qin State established its country by law and has its own mature system, which is not something that an outside minister like him can tell.

Qin Fa has a saying: Treat disasters but not provide relief.

The Qin State relies on its military merits to stand on its own, and the people of the old Qin Dynasty take military merits as their pride to live and work. If they act in accordance with the orders of the prime minister and provide disaster relief for free, wouldn't it mean that those who have made meritorious deeds have no place to stand? Wouldn't it be true that the people of the old Qin Dynasty are striving to make progress?

If it becomes faded, the iron pestle-like Qin Fa will become a mess.

Sui: Refute.

But it was not just a refutation. After all, the livelihood of the people was the foundation of the country's continuation. Ying Zheng had full power to let Li Si issue the corresponding decree and lead the counties to work together to build the collapsed houses, dredge the mountain roads, and overcome the difficulties together.

But such a strange celestial phenomenon caused countless people to freeze to death and starve to death.

There are official records.

In the twenty-first year of the Qin Dynasty, there was heavy rain and snow, two feet and five inches deep. It was a very bad year.

The old Qin people, who had been suffocated by the harsh winter, finally welcomed the beginning of spring. What awaited them was to turn over the soil, sow seeds, and welcome the new year.

As the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good year, and they all hope in their hearts that the war will be reduced, and that their wives, children, and children will be able to have a full bowl of rice at the end of this year.

My heart feels at ease, and the streets of Xianyang City are also flowing.

The movement of the crowd finally brought some vitality to Xianyang City.

However, a bunch of old Qin people who were holding bamboo baskets to buy new species are now holding their bamboo baskets and not moving.

Just because they noticed a strange-looking man in the crowd.

This man is barefoot and is not afraid of freezing when stepping on thin ice.

He was wearing an extremely strange robe. The robe was white but not white at all. It was a bit dull and a bit transparent. It emitted a seed-like glow when illuminated by the sun.

picture.

It's like I can't say anything.

In short, the man wearing this loose and strange robe has dark red hair that looks like dried blood, a smooth face without a trace of hair, and scarlet lips as if he has just sucked up blood.

He is extremely tall, a height that cannot be ignored at first glance.

It stands to reason that someone with this height would be a good candidate for fighting in the army, but when the old Qin people looked at his thin body, they all sighed.

What a pity.

Lao Qin, who was wearing coarse linen and cotton-padded clothes, was breathing hot air and chattering in Qin language.

The man didn't care either and pretended he didn't hear anything.

He turned his eyes to look at a certain point, which was the Prime Minister's Mansion with sparkling carriages and horses.

There were two doormen in the same clothes standing in front of the house. They looked like two brothers. They were also talking about something and looked quite sad on their faces.
To be continued...