Chapter 45 There are trees in the south

no answer.

Zhao Ji felt her face moist. She raised her hand to wipe it and looked at the lipstick remaining in her fingertips. "Is it makeup?"

The hall was as quiet as dead water.

"Where's Buwei? Why hasn't he come yet?"

She asked herself this question over and over again, throwing all thoughts behind her. Her mind was filled with thoughts of whether Buwei wouldn't like it, whether Buwei wouldn't like it, and whether Buwei wouldn't like it.

Lu Buwei Lu Buwei Lu Buwei.

If he smiles more, she will be happier; if he gets tired, she will be in a state of panic all day long.

Zhao Ji was eager to dress herself up, just like a weak clam eager to put on a hard shell, and shouted hoarsely: "Mother Sun, Grandma Sun."

Grandma Sun was not there, but footsteps could be heard outside. The footsteps were heavy and firm, not like those of a palace maid but that of a man.

Would it be possible for a man to be Buwei?

No, no, no. Zhao Ji immediately denied it.

His steps were light and gentle, and his demeanor was upright and noble.

Zhao Ji clutched the quilt tightly. Is that the person Buwei sent to the palace to deliver the letter? What will be written on the letter?

Can you write that you promised to marry her?

Then why didn't he come back and tell him in person that he was so busy? He was so busy that he couldn't even take time off from marriage matters.

Zhao Ji was disappointed, but filled with endless anticipation. She stood up suddenly, but she didn't expect that her steps were frivolous, and she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Someone came in.

But he is not a man. His lower jaw is smooth and hairless, which cannot be shaved with the best razor. He is wearing the clothes of a chamberlain, but he has a head of eye-catching red hair, and he is extremely tall.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Ji felt that this man had a strange life and looked behind him, "You are not from Buwei's mansion. Who are you? Where is Buwei?"

Lao Ai lowered her eyes and looked at the mother of the Human Emperor. She stretched out her long, scarlet tongue and licked her lips, leaving behind a circle of sticky liquid that was still ticking.

Her scalp was numb from the shock. Zhao Ji was trembling and frightened: "Get out of here, get out of here quickly. The Ai family is looking for Buwei. Who are you?"

She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Someone, come quickly!"

It was as quiet as death outside.

Lao Ai's throat kept making subtle hissing sounds, the snake's eyes glowed red, and behind him there was a big python with a bloody mouth and fangs, circling around.

He imitated Lu Buwei's accent: "Zhao Ji."

Zhao Ji felt dizzy for a while, her pupils gradually became blurred, and her surroundings seemed to become foggy. She was standing on the singing stage, and the hall below was full of people. She looked at a large group of dark people with blurred faces, scattered with copper coins and gold.

Flying up: "Color! Color! Color!"

"The number one prostitute in HD, she is really charming!"

"One more song, one more song."

"You sing so well hahaha, I don't know how to sing in bed!"

"With such a good voice, the screams are ecstatic."

The earth-shattering obscene words and the unpleasant smell of money hit Zhao Ji's body, causing severe pain.

But the girl-like Zhao Ji is just an insignificant ant, and Mamasang next to her is still trying to estimate a good price for her from the prostitute.

The only thing she could do was to smile with an eye-catching smile, innocent and romantic. This is the best look that can make a man feel compassionate.

Zhao Ji couldn't make the decision, so she could only follow the flow, hoping that God would appreciate her and give her a good destination.

Her destination falls on the bodies of businessmen from inside and outside HD.

Lu Buwei, the world's best businessman with vast wealth and extensive knowledge.

He sat calmly in the guest seat, and when he saw her frightened on the stage, he showed a smile.

His temperament is really outstanding. If she can get the rewarded attention of such a man, Zhao Ji should try her best to capture his heart with a pair of lustful eyes, but she has a hot face.

His ears were burning and he was speechless.

Lu Buwei bought her.

As wished.

Zhao Ji became his person as she wished, but how could she say she got her wish if she had just met him once?

But Zhao Ji just felt that just one look, just one look, was worth everything.

The high hall, wide building, green tiles and red eaves are the house where he lives.

Outstanding in talent and conversational skills, he is a frequent friend of his.

Zhao Ji walked into his world like this. There was no such thing as Mamasang's endless superficial methods, but despite this, Zhao Ji still felt uneasy.

The reason is that he doesn't really want her.

This made her feel that even her only good voice was weak in front of him.

So she seduce him like a truly despicable prostitute, using what she has learned all her life. What she has learned is to be attached to a man. If he doesn't attach to her, everything will be over.

Lu Buwei's clear-cut face was reflected under the window, and her kiss fell on his lips

On that night, she gave herself completely to him.

Maybe it was his pity, but she really got this pity. No matter what, this was enough for Zhao Ji.

That night, and another night.

He would often make a cup of Gu wine, sit in a secluded corner and play the harp, and he allowed her to accompany him.

Zhao Ji knelt down next to him and sang, her melodious singing accompanied by the sound of his piano, from the trees in the south to the beauties, from the southern tune to the northern tune to the soft words of Wu Nong.

If he wants to, Zhao Ji will sing him a lifelong love song.

This is her destination, her God.

But one day when Ying Yiren arrived, her destination was gone and the sky fell. Even though she was charming and charming, he didn't miss her at all.

He gave her away like a commodity he had bought to appraise.

"Buwei, Buwei, you are so cruel!"

Zhao Ji's pupils were bright and her voice was like a cuckoo weeping blood.

Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. This memory was like the torment of purgatory, almost disintegrating her into pieces.

After Lao Ai finished looking through the poor woman's memories, she spat out a red mist from her thin mouth and gloomily imitated Lu Buwei's accent, "There are trees in the south."

"Don't stop thinking." Zhao Ji threw herself into "his" arms, as if all the hustle and bustle had gone, "Buwei, you still remember, you still remember, as long as you want to listen, you like to listen, Zhao Shu will keep singing.

, until death.”

Immediately afterwards, she was afraid that he would not think about it, so she opened her voice with a babbling voice and said softly: "There are trees in the south, so you can't stop thinking about them. There are wandering girls in the Han Dynasty, so you can't think about them. The Han Dynasty is so vast that you can't think about it; the river is eternal.

It’s incredible.”

There are trees in the south, but don't think about it.

The singing in the Empress Dowager Zhao's palace rang all night, night after night.

He sang till he was vomiting, hoarse and mocking, and then he started to howl like a ghost or a wolf.

None of the palace maids or chambermaids on duty outside the door broke in. Everything here seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible chess players, making the place a prison.

The Queen Mother Palace and Qin Palace are very close to each other.

Baitao stood on the Guhong Terrace in Lishan Mountain, looking at the green tiles and red eaves on the Queen Mother's Palace. Why did she feel like there was a faint evil spirit coming out of it.

There was a cluster of eyebrows on the tip of her eyebrows, and she had a bad premonition.

This bad premonition did not come from the evil spirit, but why she only realized it now that she was standing on the 100-foot-high Guhong Terrace.

There is no doubt that this demon's cultivation level is not low, even higher than hers.

Ying Zheng was beside her, shooting Gu Hong vigorously, using his left shoulder to push the right shoulder to push the bow away.

After shooting three wild geese, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Baitao in a daze, completely unaware of his heroic appearance just now.

He pursed his lips: "Taotao, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, I was thinking..."

More than a hundred feet in the air, overlooking the vast mountains and rivers below.

The mountains are several shades of ink, and the water is the strokes of clear water dipped in the pen, like a waterfall hanging in the air, booming for thousands of miles, with mountains and mountains, green mountains floating on the water, and wild geese flying across the sky.

The extremely shocking mountains and rivers and the country were thus outlined.

Baitao's eyes drooped, but she didn't lie to him, "The scenery in this place is really beautiful."

"This is just Qin."
To be continued...