Whether you like Yan Dan or not, you must admit that Yan Dan is a talented person, speaks nicely, is generous, and treats friends with each other with all their hearts.

When Ying Zheng expressed his hope to borrow Mo Mei to see it, Yan Dan agreed happily, without any hesitation because Mo Mei was the inheritance of the Mo family's heads for all generations.

He left the Qin Palace at noon and had already brought Mo Mei to the Qin Palace again in the evening. Yan Dan did not mention how many twists and turns happened in the process of lending Mo Mei from the Six-fingered Black Hero.

Such a person, as a friend, is really admirable and has nothing to say.

If Ying Zheng didn't know that Yan Dan's sincerity in treating his friends would not affect his evil intentions when he cheated his friends, he would definitely regard Yan Dan as his best friend.

Unfortunately, although Jing Ke’s incident was a lesson for the future, it was enough to make Ying Zheng alert: it would be wrong to take it seriously.

Ying Zheng rubbed the ink eyebrows placed horizontally on the desk with his left hand. The sword body, which was neither copper nor iron, faintly emitted a hint of coolness. The complex and mysterious patterns on the sword seemed to record some earth-shaking secrets.

Under his right hand, a roll of unfolded silk, a few villains practicing swordsmanship were heard from the top. Fortunately, Ying Zheng had a few simple drawings in his previous life. Although it was just the level of a child's graffiti, it was enough. If Yan Dan was still here, he would definitely be shocked, because the above was the swordsmanship passed down by the giants of the Mohist dynasty, and some of them could not even recognize Yan Dan.

Time passed slowly, and Ying Zheng's forehead was covered with sweat, his right hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the speed of calligraphy and painting became slower and slower, until he could no longer make any progress.

"It's the limit, I can only reach the birds and slippers." Ying Zheng put down the pen in his hand and looked at the plain silk that had already covered the entire desk with satisfaction. Although it might not be all, I think there was a lot of them.

Just when Ying Zheng was full of complacency, he noticed that there seemed to be someone not far behind him, and he almost instinctively pressed his hand on the hilt of Mo Mei's sword.

Suddenly, a figure rushed from behind, and Ying Zheng instinctively swung his sword behind him, and with a scream, Ying Zheng barely stopped the sword at the last moment.

"Does Zheng'er want to kill me?" The one who appeared in front of Ying Zheng was an extremely charming face, so charming that it was incompatible with the plain clothes she was wearing at this time.

Zhao Ji.

Ying Zheng unnaturally took back the sword, and for a moment he didn't know how to face his mother in front of him. What he should come still came. Although the original owner left him a country, he also left many relatives. Although his status has made family affection very indifferent, Zhao Ji is ultimately different.

With Ying Zheng's memory, Zhao Ji in front of him has a very bad record and is disgusting, but it is different in the original owner's memory.

The deep feelings between the original owner and his mother were far greater than his feelings for his father Yiren. After all, in his most tragic stage of life, Zhao Ji was by his side. Although the years in Zhao State made the original owner not want to recall, he could not forget the dependence between his mother and him at that time.

"My mother, you're not hurt, are you?" Although Ying Zheng was extremely awkward in his mind, his body walked forward almost instinctively and said with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhao Ji looked at Ying Zheng who had not seen him for several days with a smile, and walked around Ying Zheng several times.

"Zheng'er, you look much better, but what were you doing before? I was surprised, but what were you looking at?"

"nothing."

"No, I saw it just now. Things that can make you react so much are definitely not ordinary things. Are you looking at that?" Zhao Ji seemed to suddenly think of something and raised an eyebrow at Ying Zheng.

"Which?" Ying Zheng asked.

"It's just that shameful thing. Alas, the child is older and has reached this age." Zhao Ji pretended to be sad.

Zhao Ji has a deep experience in teasing Ying Zheng, who has been a cold-hearted person since childhood. After all, she relied on teasing Ying Zheng to enrich those sad years of life in those years in Zhao State.

"That thing is indeed not something that outsiders can see." Ying Zheng replied that the Mohist tradition of swordsmanship is naturally highly confidential.

"So the rumors are true." Zhao Ji suddenly realized.

"What rumors?" Ying Zheng wondered, was the crime of slandering rumors in Qin State fake? Why are there so many rumors?

"Four days ago, I was in this Xianyang Palace. I heard that the first thing you did when you woke up was to molest the princess of Chu who came to visit you." Zhao Ji said.

Improper? Princess of Chu? Ying Zheng immediately thought of the three words "Great and Deep" round. Could it be her?

Although he was puzzled, Ying Zheng still said calmly: "Does my mother think I will do such a thing?"

"Zheng'er, your ability to lie without changing your face is indeed my true knowledge, but it seems that you cannot deny this matter." Zhao Ji smiled.

Ying Zheng did not respond, he was waiting for Zhao Ji to say.

"You are quite strong. The news from Huayang Palace said that the little girl from Chu was caught and swollen by you. You would find a place and leave evidence. It seems that in the future, I, Qin, will add a wife of Chu, will not be able to escape." Zhao Ji said.

It was swollen, and it was swollen. Although Zhao Ji didn't explain clearly, could Ying Zheng not know? For a moment, his face changed and changed, and he didn't know how to answer this.

In Zhao Ji's opinion, the change in Ying Zheng's face had already told her the answer. The rumors were true, not the conspiracy of Empress Dowager Huayang.

"In a blink of an eye, Zheng'er, you are so old, you have reached this age. It's too terrible to think about it carefully. Maybe I will be a grandmother in a few years. What a terrible word." Zhao Ji covered her chest, as if she was heartbroken.

When you don’t know what to say, the best way is to learn to listen, so Ying Zheng still didn’t speak and watched Zhao Ji perform quietly.

Will Zhao Ji really feel sad that time is gone because of the word "grandmother"? That is impossible. At that time, she will only be happy because her son's throne will be more stable at that time.

Ying Zheng's reaction was obviously within Zhao Ji's expectations, so she was not disappointed by the cold situation at all. Instead, she came to the desk with great enthusiasm and picked up the plain silk that was already covered with villains.

"The content is quite rich, but the quality is not as good as the ones your father collected. However, how could this be a sword score?" Zhao Ji looked casually, but she couldn't continue speaking.

"It was originally a sword book, but my mother seemed to be very surprised?" Ying Zheng pretended to be puzzled.

"Is this what you said that is shameful?" Zhao Ji said, holding Su Bo.

"Can the exclusive secret be seen by outsiders? Ying Zheng asked.

"I can't stand it, I can't stand it." Zhao Ji waved her hand powerlessly in a flash.

Ying Zheng calmly took the sword score from Zhao Ji's hand, folded it and placed it on the table, and Zhao Ji had recovered.

"Zheng'er, are you interested in swordsmanship now?" Zhao Ji looked at the black eyebrows in front of him who could barely be considered a long sword.

"It's barely considered interesting. Once you practice, you will be treated as exercise." Ying Zheng replied.

"It is best to find a famous swordsman to guide me when practicing swordsmanship. Let me think about what good swordsmanship masters in Qin State have."

"It seems that there is a disciple in the Prime Minister's Mansion called Lao Ai. It is said that swordsmanship is a unique among the thousands of disciples in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but you can be recruited into the palace."

Zhao Ji felt that her idea should be good, but what she saw was Ying Zheng's instant blue face.

Lao Ai, this name is so poisonous to Ying Zheng. It makes Ying Zheng disgusting as soon as he hears this name. It can be said to be a lifelong shame. In the established historical trajectory, the psychological harm this name caused to Ying Zheng was even far more than that of a woman named Li Ji.

But how could Zhao Ji think of Lao Ai? They probably didn't know each other at this time.

"I am missing someone who can protect me close to you. If Lao Ai is willing to enter the palace, it would be a good choice." Ying Zheng said calmly, while also observing Zhao Ji's reaction.

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Zheng'er, if you really have this idea, I can help you get Lao Ai from the prime minister. As for whether Lao Ai is willing, he can't help."

"Does the mother really think so?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Does Zheng'er think Wei Mother will lie to you? You are so sad that Wei Mother is so sad." Zhao Ji said as she was already crying.

Zhao Ji wiped tears that did not exist, and saw Ying Zheng without any reaction through her fingers, and couldn't help but feel bored.

"However, although Lao Ai's swordsmanship is good, they are all the killing methods of the people in the martial arts world. Zheng'er is not suitable for learning this. The swordsmanship of Confucianism and Taoism are good. If Zheng'er is interested, he can pay more attention."

"I'm not interested in swordsmanship, I just like famous swords." Ying Zheng felt that it would be better not to say much on this topic.

"Famous Sword? Does Zheng'er know Jingyu?" Zhao Ji asked.

Jingyu? Ying Zheng naturally knew and also knew that Jingyu represented two meanings: man and sword. Zhao Ji talked about swords, but Ying Zheng thought of man. Could it be that Jingyu was still in Xianyang at this time?

However, the Luowang had been divided into two at this time. Judging from Zhao Ji's tone, Jingyu happened to be the part of the Luowang she controlled at this time.

However, Xinling Jun died about four years later, which means that Jingluo should have received the task of assassinating Xinling Jun three years later. Jingluo may not have a sword master at this time, and Luowang's first-class killer is not that easy to be.

"One of the Eight Swords of Yue," Ying Zheng suppressed the doubts in his heart and replied.

"When you come back from Huayang Palace in the evening, Zheng'er can take a detour to my place to get Jingyu back." Zhao Ji said.

"Huayang Palace?"

"Yes, it's Huayang Palace. Zheng'er won't forget what she did before, right? I was killed by you this time. Empress Dowager Huayang used this as an excuse to discuss marriage. We mother and son are in the wrong, so we have to admit it." Zhao Ji complained.

"At this time?" Ying Zheng was shocked. He had to know that his father, Yiren, had only been three months since he passed away. Although the so-called rituals and music had long collapsed, he should pay attention to it.

"Now Qin needs this engagement, even if it's just a form." Zhao Ji said. Although she is not smart, she also knows that if she can marry Chu at this time, whether externally or internally, the throne of her children will be much more stable.

Although Empress Dowager Huayang hates it, Zhao Ji can only choose to bow her head temporarily for the sake of her own children. No matter what kind of person Zhao Ji is in the future, she is a qualified mother at this time.

Maybe she has always been a qualified mother, but she has failed to become a qualified queen mother.
Chapter completed!