Chapter 172 Would you like to sleep with me tonight?
Chapter 172 Would you like to dine with me tonight?
Author: Xiaolian Xueyue
Chapter 172 Would you like to dine with me tonight?
The moonlight was miserable, and thin clouds and mist were floating in the air, making it indescribably desolate.
The carriage drove slowly from the direction of the palace, its wheels and horses' hooves intertwined with the ground. The sound it made was lonely and monotonous, accompanied by bursts of smoke and dust, and finally stopped in front of a mansion. As the elite black armored soldiers of the Qin Army guarded it on both sides, it surrounded the carriage.
Coming closer, Zhao Jia and Da Siming slowly stepped out of the carriage.
His style remains the same, his handsome face carries a gentle smile, his manners are elegant and calm, and he has a calm and composed aura.
Da Siming, who was following behind him, had slightly red and swollen lips, and his originally meticulous hair was now a bit messy. His cold eyes were staring at the person in front of him, like a little lady who was bullied.
Ability to express one's accusations silently.
Apart from that, she really has no good way to deal with Zhao Jia.
Zhao Jia still maintained his persona in front of outsiders. He looked around at the black-armored Qin army with gentle eyes and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work. When Jia Qiu marries a Korean princess, I will treat you all to a drink."
"This is our duty, Marquis Changxin, you're welcome."
When the leading general heard this, he immediately clasped his fists and responded with a sonorous and powerful voice.
A scholar dies for a confidant.
This sentence is never just a saying, especially in this era.
Zhao Jia's face straightened up and he said slowly: "You will follow me into Korea and protect me all the way. I will bear in mind all the hard work I have done here. When I return to Qin, I will definitely thank you for your credit!"
Hear the words.
The leading general and the surrounding black-armored soldiers were all moved. They are also human beings and have feelings. How can they not feel when they are treated politely?
They all bowed to Zhao Jia with fists in their hands.
Zhao Jia didn't say anything more and walked towards the mansion with Da Siming.
At this moment, Zuo Sima Liu Yi's mansion has been hung with white cloth, and even two white lanterns are hung at the entrance, representing the death of the owner here.
The house is very quiet.
The two of them were walking on the spacious path. Da Siming couldn't help but glance at Zhao Jia, who was smiling. Perhaps the Qin soldiers outside could never imagine what kind of truth was hidden under this harmless face.
Compared with his face, those people outside were simply like children, and they expressed gratitude to him in just a few words.
This may be the so-called people in power. They understand people's hearts better than ordinary people and are better at taking advantage of them.
"Watch what I do, haven't you seen enough just now?"
Zhao Jia naturally noticed Da Siming's gaze, caught it keenly, and asked with a half-smile.
Da Siming sneered, looked forward, and said lightly: "I'm just a little curious, why are you so polite to those soldiers, do you want to take them for your own use? With your status, Qin State cannot have the power to general
If you leave it in your hands, your plan will be doomed to be in vain."
I just want to maintain my character and style... Zhao Jia naturally won't explain this to Da Siming. After all, neither Da Siming nor the Yin Yang family need the so-called style review.
But he is different.
If you want to covet this world, you must either have the power to suppress everything absolutely, like Ying Zheng, crushing everything with an army and using your hegemony to sweep away all dissenters, or you can follow the path of a benevolent king and recruit the forces of the six countries in the future to gain this world.
in other words.
Zhao Jia wants to walk similarly to Liu Bang, but he wants to do everything more thoroughly.
"I just offended you, and my future safety may depend on them."
Zhao Jia pondered for a while and gave an explanation for lying to children.
Da Siming curled his lips and did not ask further questions. Since the other party didn't want to talk, she just didn't ask. After a moment of silence, she said, "When will I deliver the letter for you?"
"Wait a few more days until Ji Wuye and I finalize this matter."
Zhao Jia looked thoughtful, and after a moment, he gave an answer. At the same time, he looked at the mourning hall in the distance. The original main hall of the mansion had been decorated as a mourning hall, with white cloths hung on both sides, and a person placed in the center.
A fine coffin with bright lights inside.
On the futon, kneeling was a slim figure in mourning clothes, burning paper money.
Mrs. Hu?
Zhao Jia easily recognized the other party. After all, Zuo Sima Liu Yi had no descendants or any relatives. The only person in the entire mansion who could burn paper money for him was Mrs. Hu.
Naturally, Da Siming also saw Mrs. Hu. A flash of sarcasm flashed through his cold eyes. He glanced at Zhao Jia and said softly: "This Mrs. Hu lost her husband at a young age and became a beautiful widow. I really saw it."
You Lian, sir, would you like to go in and comfort me?"
She had planned to watch this big show before, and had done so much dirty work for Zhao Jia, but she didn't expect that Zhao Jia would actually target her.
When she thought of what happened on the carriage just now, her anger rose.
"It makes sense. Since she has become a widow, how can she remain a widow?"
Zhao Jia nodded and agreed with Da Siming's statement.
Da Siming stared at Zhao Jia with beautiful eyes in shock, obviously not expecting Zhao Jia to say such shameless words. Before she could say anything, Zhao Jia was already walking towards Mrs. Hu.
She watched this scene for a long time before she managed to squeeze out two words: "Shameless!"
He killed his husband, stole his wealth, and now he wants to take over his wife and even this mansion.
Virtuous?
Da Siming couldn't help but sneer. She felt that the people in Zhao State were blind.
Zhao Jia naturally didn't know what Da Siming was thinking. In fact, even if he knew, he didn't care, because he knew very well that his image in Da Siming's mind was not very good. The other party knew too many of his personal affairs, and even occasionally
Just listen to him and face Da Siming, no matter how much he pretends, it's useless.
You can't hide anything from a personal secretary, so it's better to be honest.
Zhao Jia was quite frank in this regard. After all, Da Siming was controlled by Concubine Yan. With this relationship, Da Siming could not escape his grasp.
As for the despicable coercion... Zhao Jiake has never considered himself to be a gentleman.
The moment the two maids guarding outside the mourning hall saw Zhao Jia, they quickly saluted: "Young Master."
"Shh."
Zhao Jia raised a finger and put it on his lips, shook his head slightly, and then walked into the mourning hall and walked towards Mrs. Hu who was kneeling on the ground. She was quietly burning paper money at the moment. Her originally soft and beautiful face was now...
There was a touch of sadness and sadness. Although she and Liu Yi did not have a good relationship, and they even hated each other, the other person was her husband after all.
In this era, if a woman loses her husband, she has lost everything she can rely on.,
If Mrs. Hu had not had a younger sister, Hu Meiren, who was favored in the palace, she might have been greeted by endless troubles. After all, Liu Yi had offended many people over the years, and had even been corrupted to an unknown extent.
He said, this is a piece of fat meat without an owner, and everyone wants to take a bite.
Besides, Mrs. Hu is also good-looking... What man doesn't love the pretty widow?
There is a saying.
You will always be restless if you don't get what you want. In the same way, other people's wives are the same.
This may be the weakness of every man, but it is also an advantage. Since ancient times, men have fought for power and fought on the battlefield. Isn’t this the reason for this?
Desire is always the source of motivation for men to progress.
If a man loses his desire, he will naturally have no so-called ambition and motivation to move forward.
"kindness?"
As Zhao Jia approached, Mrs. Hu naturally noticed it, and her sad eyes suddenly became more alert. When she saw that the person coming was Zhao Jia, the alertness in her eyes lessened slightly, and she stood up to greet her: "I am here.
I’ve met the young master.”
During this period, Zhao Jia had been living in the house, and the two of them had met several times. She had a good sense of Zhao Jia, and felt that he was a gentle and elegant young man.
The other party should not bully her, a womanly person.
Zhao Jia took a look at Mrs. Hu and found that she was a little more fragile in mourning clothes than in regular clothes. Her long hair was coiled and tied with a floral arrangement, exposing her small and delicate ears, and her neck and shoulders were slightly exposed.
, showing off her beautiful curves, especially the bulging in front of her body, which even the linen mourning clothes could not hide.
The slender waist and beautiful curves make the restrained softness more and more delicate, just like a glass of mellow wine, the more you taste it, the more charming it becomes.
Want to be pretty and filial?
This sentence appeared in his mind inexplicably, but he said with concern: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and my wife has become quite haggard."
These words were undoubtedly a bit frivolous, which made Mrs. Hu's beautiful eyes instantly alert. She originally thought that Zhao Jia was here to pay homage to Liu Yi, but at this moment, the other party's attention was obviously on her. For the person lying in the coffin,
Liu Yi didn't show any respect at all.
This made her feel nervous. She clenched her fists slightly, pursed her lips, and reminded her softly: "Young master, you must be a little rude."
"Liu Yi? How much relationship does Madam have with him, and how much does she know about him?"
Zhao Jia looked at Mrs. Hu's wary expression, smiled slightly, turned to look at the coffin, and said softly.
For him, it was easy to capture Mrs. Hu. He only needed to go through the line of Nongyu. The difficult thing was how to capture Hu Meiren through Mrs. Hu. The sisters who were able to escape from Baiyue Huoyu Villa had no
It seems so simple on the surface.
If it were simple, how could Hu Meiren break out of the siege in the palace!
Mrs. Hu blinked her eyes. It was obvious that she did not understand what Zhao Jia said, let alone what the other party meant. She raised her eyebrows slightly and shouted softly: "Master, if you are not here to pay homage to your husband, please leave!"
"
"Worship him? If I worship him, he won't be able to bear it."
Zhao Jia said calmly that he had no intention of worshiping him. After all, Liu Yi died because of his order. In other words, he was the real murderer of Liu Yi.
Murderers worship dead people?
This is a bit ridiculous, Zhao Jia doesn't have a good impression of Liu Yi, he is just a bad person.
Mrs. Hu looked at Zhao Jia who was talking nonsense, and was a little shocked for a moment. She really didn't understand why the other party suddenly had a sudden attack. On weekdays, the other party had a good relationship with Liu Yi, and they even often traveled together. Why did it happen suddenly.
Could it be that Liu Yi's death was also related to the other party?
For a time, Mrs. Hu thought a lot in her mind.
Zhao Jia did not give Madam Hu much time to think, he continued: "Madam may not know yet, the person who instigated the three wolves with broken hair to rob Huoyu Villa was Liu Yi, and even Li Kai's death was
Something to do with him."
His plain words were like a thunderbolt hitting Mrs. Hu's head, making her stunned. Immediately, her body went limp, almost drained of strength, and she stared at Zhao Jia in disbelief.
Zhao Jia was considerate and put his arms around her waist to support her.
"You...you lied to me!"
Mrs. Hu's previously gentle and demure eyes still had a hint of strength. She stretched out her hand and tightened her grip on Zhao Jia's clothes, and scolded him angrily.
The truth told by Zhao Jia is undoubtedly extremely cruel to Mrs. Hu.
She has always felt that she was sorry for Liu Yi all these years. Even after learning that her daughter was abandoned by the other party, she did not completely break up with him. But she never expected that Liu Yi would be the murderer who destroyed her family, let alone
How could she accept this as the mastermind of the tragedy that year?
"Madam, do you think it is necessary for me to deceive you because of my status?"
Zhao Jia hugged the weak and boneless Mrs. Hu, with a touch of pity in her eyes, and said slowly.
Mrs. Hu opened her mouth, but at this moment she didn't even have the strength to speak. There were just endless tears falling from the corners of her eyes, with grievances, sadness, and resentment... She had also doubted what happened back then, but she
How can a woman investigate everything in the past?
I thought that all this was over, but now, Zhao Jia opened the scar again and exposed everything again.
"Cry, cry it all out."
Zhao Jia hugged Mrs. Hu and comforted her softly.
Mrs. Hu cried silently for a while. She was no longer the girl she once was. Now she was tough enough. In just a moment, she stabilized her almost collapsed emotions, held back the sadness in her heart, looked at Zhao Jia with red eyes, and asked
He said: "Why are you telling me this, and whether Liu Yi's death has something to do with you?"
"He didn't die by my hands."
Zhao Jia glanced at the coffin and said truthfully.
There was a pause.
He looked at Madam Hu in his arms and continued: "As for why I told Madam this, it is naturally because Madam has the right to know the truth back then."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and wiped the corners of Mrs. Hu's eyes with a gentle movement.
Madam Hu instinctively wanted to resist, but as a weak woman, how could she resist Zhao Jia? This guy was the Lord that even Da Siming dared to bully, let alone a little woman like Madam Hu.
He couldn't resist, even struggling out of Zhao Jia's arms, he could only let the other party do what he did.
Feeling the other party's unscrupulousness, Mrs. Hu said without shame: "As the eldest son of the Zhao Kingdom, don't you know the word integrity?"
"Shame? Madam now has no husband, and I am obsessed with her beauty. I wonder if madam would like to share the table with me tonight?"
Zhao Jia exerted a little force on his arms and already held Mrs. Hu in his arms. He said confidently that the mansion was now full of Qin soldiers and people who were trapped in the net. He could change the door and courtyard of the mansion with just a word from him, so there was no need to worry about anything.
.
Besides, occupying a pretty widow is nothing.
He, Mr. Zhao, has been under a lot of pressure lately and wants to be a little more arrogant.