Li Yue returned to Li Mansion.

Sitting in the carved and hollowed-out hall in the middle is the owner of the Li Mansion, the court lieutenant of the Qin Dynasty, the famous man in front of the King of Qin, and her father - Li Si.

Li Si was dressed in casual clothes, soaking his feet in the tub with his eyes closed. There was a beautiful little girl next to him who was rubbing his shoulders and back.

The big girl is back."

Li Yue remained silent at first.

Until Li Si opened his wrinkled eyelids and looked at her, those eyes that were racing in the officialdom made Li Yue feel more and more trembling and unfamiliar, and stiffly said: "Dad."

Li Si: "Yeah."

She no longer knew what to say.

After a long time, Li Si saw her reserved look and said solemnly, "You are now an official girl of the Li family, one of the most noble girls in Xianyang City. You are not an ordinary commoner. You should act as you should, and don't act like a field girl."

Just like grass."

Li Yue immediately bowed and saluted: "Yes, father, that young master."

As if he had touched some taboo, Li Si's lazy body stiffened, his face changed, and he asked again: "Why are you coming home so late?"

After reviewing the draft he had prepared in his mind, Li Yue frowned and waved again before he could speak, "Go down."

Didn't mention it.

Li Yue didn't dare to ask, so she immediately bowed and saluted: "Yes, father."

In a serious manner, before she could reach the door, Li Si's voice was so low and solemn that it even sounded a bit condescending: "I will betroth you to the second son of the Meng family, Meng Yi, and we will get married in a few years."

Li Yue paused in her steps. She saw her beautiful figure reflected in the polished mirrored ornaments. It was herself who was appreciating both the refined and the popular. The other self, using fancy little feet, went over and grabbed her father's beard and muttered, "Daddy."

,I do not want."

Maybe it's too cold now, and even the instep of her feet feels stiff standing here, "Yes, father, my daughter knows."

After saying that, Li Yue walked out.

The pine trees in the courtyard are in bloom, and the flowers are blooming and falling for several years.

Li Yue felt cold, very cold.

It was so cold that even the white breath exhaling from her mouth made her feel a bit inexplicable, a long-lasting warmth and nostalgia.

There was a time when she was also the most beloved daughter in her father's heart.

Tingwei Li Si, the daughter of a very popular powerful minister, was a wild girl from the fields.

The girl also had a gentle and beautiful mother, and the family lived a simple life, but they were once happy. Later, the girl's father resigned and went to Jixia to study, leaving her mother to raise the girl alone in troubled times. Time was like gravel, and she was tortured.

The woman's face was full of illness. The girl's father passed away before he could return to his hometown. In the end, he was buried in a panic with a roll of straw mat. It is not known which wild dog picked up the body, and even the grave was missing.

Couldn't get on.

The girl's father is a high-ranking official with a good salary, many wives and concubines, and a house full of children.

He seemed to have forgotten his mother a long time ago.

Even his daughter's looked particularly crowded.

The darkness of the past was like a mountain that could not sink to the bottom. Li Yue raised her head and looked at the night, where a few cold stars were wrapped around the world and flying around for no reason. She stretched out her hand, as if to pick off the longing that was far away, "Mom, I miss you so much.

"

It was a dry and cold north wind again, which could not bring away any trace of human smoke but went straight into people's bones. The door plaques of inns, taverns and card rooms were hung with layers of cowhide steps to separate the bone-crushing cold air. Some pedestrians were wearing bamboo hats.

Wearing face masks, we walked in the streets extending in all directions, stamping our feet and blowing our noses. There were even a few officials in silk and satin walking crowded together.

"How come it's windy but not snowing?"

"Yes, the capital has passed by this year. It's really freezing to death. It's strange and weird."

"It's so cold. Brother, how is the situation in your furniture field?"

"I'm afraid it won't be possible next year, let's just wait and see."

Several officials trembled and walked into a teahouse, filled with heat and people's voices. There was a large shelf in the middle, and a table. On the table, a speaker was talking about various affairs of the country vividly. The waiter next to him was holding hot tea.

Rice Milk and Horse Cake respectfully said to them, "Dear gentlemen, what we are introducing now is all new things, please take a seat."

Several officials nodded and took their seats with their sleeves rolled up.

"What does it mean to not listen to the advice of a minister when you have made a mistake?"

The old Qin man below sighed and said brightly, "We don't know, please tell me quickly."

"As the leader of the Five Hegemons, Qi Henggong was killed by his subordinates and ridiculed by the world because he did not listen to advice and insisted on going his own way. You can imagine how serious the harm will be if you don't listen to the words of loyalty."

The speaker shook his head while holding a wooden board and continued, "Guan Zhong is such a genius, the first Prime Minister of the Spring and Autumn Period."

"But despite this, Duke Heng of Qi did not listen to a word of what he said. Guan Zhong said that Yi Ya, who donated his own son's head to treat Duke Heng of Qi, would not be allowed to take charge of political affairs. Yi Ya had the head of a leopard and the eyes of a tiger.

, it’s not a good thing no matter how you look at it. Qi Heng insisted on going his own way and ended up starving to death. He deserved it. I don’t want to think about it. How can a person love the monarch if he doesn’t even love his own son? "

"Yes, yes, that makes sense."

"You don't even love your son. This is totally heartless."

When the officials who were listening attentively heard this, they saw a dark-haired young man sitting over and smiled at them, "How can a person care about the people if he is not filial to his own mother?"

He didn't think about it and said, "Dear experts, I am just a traveling scholar. I heard about Qin's imprisoned mother and I have some questions, so I would like to ask all the experts for advice."

Several officials looked at each other and said, "The King of Qin imprisoned his mother, so did we."

As they talked and knocked on the long table, they all joined in the high-spirited discussion of politics.

The heat of the debate in the teahouse was boiling over, and everyone, regardless of their status, was drinking and talking to their heart's content. Their remarks might be sharp, indirect, or inadvertent, but the words never changed.

The king of Qin imprisoned his mother.

Unfilial.

Great evil.

"Mortal people can be really hypocritical." On the second floor of the teahouse, the mountain ghost was sitting cross-legged on the wooden railing. "They said they didn't want any money, and they also used a big sign of being righteous. According to them, it's possible that the parents stabbed their children.

, the children still have to sing in return?"

Bai Tu was beside him: "Do you hate mortals?"

"No, this mountain ghost is protecting them." The mountain ghost said with a smile, "Bless them with the fragrant fragrance and a warm mat, a hundred miles worth of rice, and a filial piety that moves the heavens. If they fail to do so, I will severely condemn them with words."

Bai Tu's eyebrows glanced at another place: "The Qin State has become chaotic."

"I know that Lu Buwei, the prime minister of the country, has been poisoned by the adder and has been put into the coffin early. Although the old man doesn't know when he provoked it, but fortunately the adder did this, otherwise the King of Qin would have taken it back

How many years and months will we have to wait before we can rule the country?" The mountain ghost muttered, "Could it be that that viper is one of ours, old fox, do you know him?"

"We met a long time ago."

"What intersection?"

"I am the emperor, and he is the minister." Bai Tu said lightly, "The civil war in Qin is just a word or two away."

Mountain Ghost: "."

He shouldn't have asked randomly.

Everything makes this old fox stick up his tail. He used to have seven tails, but now he's fine.

The black orbs without the whites of the mountain ghost's eyes turned, and it seemed that he wanted to roll his eyes but didn't: "Old fox, you have lived for so many years and your cultivation is so high. You really don't have a place in the list of gods, or have you offended some kind of god?"

He didn't expect the old fox to spit out anything with his old teeth, but he didn't expect that the old fox really didn't vomit.

Bai Tu glanced sideways at him with a good-looking face, her upward fox eyes always showed a look that seemed like a dream but not a dream, but the fox could never say two good words, "Mind yourself."

Success, gain.

The mountain ghost crossed his legs indifferently and saw the waiter passing by carrying the lacquer plate. He stretched out his slender claws to grab a few fruits, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed the cores and spit them back. He grinned and said, "Just take two bites."

, don’t be stingy, don’t be like him. Any generous and upright mortal will be blessed by the mountain ghost, who will bless you with promotion and wealth."

The waiter dared not say anything in anger, so he took out the sticky core with his hands, looked at them twice, and finally commented, "Sick."

Mountain ghost, white tea: "."

After the waiter finished speaking, he entered the private room next to him. Unexpectedly, there was a shocking sentence in it that made the clouds stop, "The king of Qin imprisoned his mother, it is unforgivable to be punished by heaven!" jumped out, and immediately a big piece of gold was thrown out from the middle.

, hit the waiter on the forehead, the waiter let out an ouch, and just fell onto the gold.

The mountain ghost chuckled: "This is what the mountain ghost said."

Bai Tu said seriously: "Do you remember what I just said?"

"What words?"

The mountain ghost was still looking at the waiter in the shop with a funny look on his face as he endured the pain to hide the gold. Seeing that Bai Tu's face was not very good, he changed his words and said, "I remember everything. After all, he is a mountain ghost. Mortals pray for blessings. If you are seriously ill,

Minor illnesses are all under the control of ghosts. You are an old fox at such an old age. It is obvious that you cannot remember and you are still slandering ghosts everywhere."

Bai Tu glanced at him sideways.

The mountain ghost is still smiling at the excitement of the mortal world.
To be continued...