The thin paper is yellowish in color and slightly rough in material, but the picture of a beautiful woman lying on her side is vivid and vivid, showing the beauty of Queen Mother Zhao Ji. In terms of painting skills alone, this kind of painting is different from the contemporary world.
His painting skills are undoubtedly amazing, even Zhao Ji and Zhao Gao, who are not interested in painting, can see it.
However, compared to herself in the painting, the handsome words on the side looked more attractive, making Zhao Ji unable to move her eyes.
"Falling flowers follow the flowing water intentionally, but flowing water has no love for falling flowers."
Zhao Ji's red lips parted slightly, and she read in a soft voice. There was a hint of hesitation in her beautiful eyes. Although she didn't know much about poetry, she could still understand the meaning of the sentences. The poem in front of her was written by
It was extremely beautiful, but the implication made her look ugly.
Zhao Ji glanced at Zhao Gao beside her and asked coldly: "Zhao Gao, what do you mean by this?"
"I don't know, my servant. If the Queen Mother has any doubts, she might as well call Young Master Jia over and ask her."
Zhao Gao lowered his head obediently and said respectfully.
How could he continue with such a proposition? No matter what the true meaning of Zhao Jia's words was, the time it appeared was undoubtedly very inappropriate, especially after the conflict between Zhao Ji and Lu Buwei, it would give Zhao Ji a sense of ridicule.
a feeling of.
Falling flowers follow the flowing water intentionally, but flowing water ruthlessly loves falling flowers?
Is this a mockery that Zhao Ji likes Lu Buwei, but Lu Buwei has no idea about it?
"Go there yourself."
Zhao Ji's beautiful eyes were cold and she said indifferently.
"promise!"
Zhao Gao bowed his hands in response, slowly stepped back a few steps, then turned around and walked out of the hall.
The empty hall.
Zhao Ji stood there, looking at the paintings and poems in her hands. The coldness in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of melancholy. She seemed to think of many years ago, when Lu Buwei really loved her and doted on her, but she didn't.
Thinking that Lu Buwei would give her to Qin Yiren, and later...
"Where did he learn about these things?"
Zhao Ji's eyes narrowed slightly and she whispered to herself.
Not many people know about these past events today.
…
Zhao Jia didn't go too far. Before he left the deep palace, he was blocked by Zhao Gao and the Six Sword Slaves.
Do you know what it feels like to be locked in by Six Sword Slaves?
Zhao Jia didn't know what murderous aura was before, but now, he understood. It felt like the hairs on a person's hair standing up when hearing a harsh sound, or like fingernails scratching an uneven metal surface. The body's instinct
Produce an overreaction.
The same is true for the murderous aura, which makes one's heart sink and the body loses control in an instant.
Shock?
Zhao Jia quickly got used to the murderous lock of the Six Sword Slaves. He looked at their master Zhao Gao and said calmly: "But the Queen Mother summoned?"
"Sir, please."
Zhao Gao nodded and raised his hand as a gesture of invitation. He was neither polite nor indifferent, but still maintained his usual courtesy.
He is a very polite killer, which may be the self-cultivation of being a boss.
Have you ever seen any gang leader with a cold face all day long?
"Then let's go."
Zhao Jia nodded, turned around and walked towards Lanchi Palace. As for the chamberlain who led him... he didn't know.
Zhao Gao slowly led the way for Zhao Jia, and Six Sword Slave followed closely behind. His evil eyes glanced at Zhao Jia, and asked curiously: "Why did you write such a poem?
Whether it is intentional or unintentional.”
"It comes from my thoughts. When I was a child, I heard the story about Lu Xiangguo's rare things."
Zhao Jia said calmly without changing his expression.
Zhao Gao's eyes flashed slightly, and after a moment, he said slowly: "What kind of rare things can you live in? Young master, some of his answers were wrong."
Zhao Jiadao said: "As the eldest son of the Zhao Kingdom, I have naturally heard about Lu Buwei and Zhao Ji. I saw the two quarreling today and felt something in my heart, so I wrote that poem."
"I just feel something in my heart? Master, do you know what consequences this poem will have? Maybe if the Queen Mother is unhappy, Master will be killed."
Zhao Gao's eyes narrowed slightly and he said in a leisurely manner.
"Do you think I'm afraid of death?"
Zhao Jia looked at Zhao Gao and asked back.
Zhao Gao was stunned when he heard this, and for a while he couldn't figure out Zhao Jia's true thoughts.
Suddenly the atmosphere fell silent.
There was no words all the way, and Zhao Jia quickly followed Zhao Gao back to Lanchi Palace.
The main hall has now been restored to its original state.
The Queen Mother Zhao Ji sat on the soft couch with dignity and grace. She looked at the arriving Zhao Jia with cold beautiful eyes. She snorted and casually left the painting that Zhao Jia had made on the ground. She said in a cold voice: "The Ai family has nothing to do with you."
Tolerance is not a reason for you to be presumptuous."
A woman's face changes really quickly... Zhao Jia looked at the painting that was thrown on the ground, slowly stepped forward to pick it up, then looked up at Zhao Ji and asked: "What does the Queen Mother mean by this? Could it be that she is showing her true feelings to the Queen Mother?"
Is this presumptuous? If so, foreign ministers will be cautious in their words and deeds in the future, and they will be flattering and flattering."
"Isn't the poem you wrote on the painting today not outrageous? This poem alone is enough to make you die ten times."
Zhao Ji waved her long sleeves, stood up slowly, looked at Zhao Jia condescendingly, and said in a cold voice, her tone exuding a kind of indifference and disdain for life, which is the contempt of the superior for the inferior.
"The foreign minister is just expressing his feelings. He feels that the relationship between men and women is sometimes wonderful."
Zhao Jia said softly.
"The love between men and women? How old are you, what can you understand!"
Zhao Ji frowned when he heard this and said impatiently.
"Does love between a man and a woman have anything to do with youth? I don't think so, because you never know what kind of person you will fall in love with, let alone whether this relationship is right or wrong. Relationships are inherently a gamble. Falling in love with someone
There is no need for any reason, maybe you have fallen in love at the first sight, maybe it takes time to get used to it...
But no matter what, I feel that a relationship should not be a hurtful ice cube, it should be a warm cup of hot tea.
It’s worth savoring and remembering, rather than being full of resentment.”
Zhao Jia looked gentle and said softly.
"..."
Zhao Ji was shocked by Zhao Ji's words. She blinked her beautiful eyes, and most of the anger in her heart subsided in an instant. She looked at the young man in front of her in surprise.
Zhao Gao also glanced at Zhao Jia, how could he understand so well?
According to Luo Wang's information, Zhao Jia has never touched a woman during his years in Zhao State, let alone the so-called love between a man and a woman.
"...Then what do you think the Ai family should do?"
Zhao Ji pondered for a long time and asked in a solemn voice.
Zhao Jia said calmly: "Is it worth being sad for a man who doesn't love me? The Queen Mother should have an answer to this question."
"...Why are you telling Aijia these things!"
Zhao Ji was a little confused and suspected Zhao Jia's purpose.
Zhao Jiafa made a big move, with a little sadness in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Because when I saw the Queen Mother, the foreign minister thought of my deceased mother. She was not like the Queen Mother, who fell in love with a man who didn't love me."