Chapter 89 The Dangerous Relationship Between Men and Women
Bai Ling returned to the mansion contentedly with what she wanted. When she walked into the front yard, she saw a burly old man with a fierce face who was drinking in the hall.
Next to the old man, Cheng Yu, who had always been proud and arrogant, turned into a good young man, pouring wine beside the old man, chatting and laughing.
"Ling'er, long time no see. You have grown up." When Bai Ling looked at the old man, the old man also saw Bai Ling.
It is really hard to imagine that such a kind smile could appear on that fierce face.
"Grandpa Huan, why are you here?" Bai Ling asked in surprise.
"I went back to Xianyang to report on my work and came here to see you. When Ling'er got married, I was far away in Pingyang and couldn't attend Ling'er's wedding. Won't Ling'er blame me?"
The old man is none other than Huan Jue, the second most powerful man in the Qin army after Meng Ao. He is in charge of 100,000 Pingyang heavy armored troops and is a general of the Qin army who is stationed in Pingyang and suppresses Zhao west of Taihang.
"How can it not be strange?" Bai Ling said with a straight face.
"That's really troublesome. I don't know what I should do to alleviate the resentment in Ling'er's heart?" Huan Ye said with a bitter face.
At this time, he was not a famous general of the Qin State, but just the elder of a girl.
Cheng Yu looked at Huan Jue, who seemed to be a different person in front of Bai Ling, and his heart moved slightly.
At this time, he understood why his grandmother, Queen Mother Xia, had to let him marry such a woman.
The Bai family is indeed extraordinary. Who would have thought that Huanjue, the second in command in the army, would treat Bai Ling as if he were his own granddaughter.
Thinking of this, Cheng Yu looked at Bai Ling with less disgust.
It seems that such a woman cannot accept it, but she has too many things.
Looking at Bai Ling chatting and laughing with Huan Jie, Cheng Yu felt that he should change his attitude towards Bai Ling. The two of them were husband and wife, and they should not have such a tense relationship.
"Is this sword Wu Anjun's sword?" Huan Yan asked, looking at the sword Bai Ling was holding in his hand.
"It's that sword." Bai Ling brought the sword to Huan Jue and said with a bit of pride.
"I heard that this sword is not in Xianyang Palace?" Huan Ye said in surprise.
"It's at the king's place, but I got it back from the king again." Bai Ling stroked the scabbard and said.
Did you go to Xianyang Palace? How did you get in? After hearing Bai Ling's words, the warm expression that Cheng Yu could show froze for an instant.
A bad suspicion appeared in Cheng Yu's mind.
"We should bring it back. It won't like Xianyang Palace." Huanjue said inexplicably.
"How long can Grandpa Huan stay in Xianyang this time?" Bai Ling asked, putting away his sword.
"I can probably stay for half a month," Huanjue said.
"Is the time so short?" Bai Ling said a little disappointed.
"It's not long now. You can't live without me in Jinyang." Huanjue said with a smile.
"Let's go, Grandpa Huan. I have many questions to ask you." Bai Ling took Huan Jue and walked towards the side courtyard.
"This? Lord Chang'an?" Huanjue looked at Cheng Xi.
"Husband, you have other things to be busy with. Grandpa Huan, please don't disturb me. Husband, don't you think so?" Bai Ling asked Cheng Yu with a smile.
"Yes, I have some things to do. General Huan, please forgive me for being with me." Cheng Xi smiled with an ugly face.
Husband and wife are not getting along? The mature Huanjuan saw the problem between Bai Ling and Cheng Xi, and the eyes he looked at Cheng Xi no longer had the kindness before.
Bitch. Cheng Yu cursed secretly in his heart, feeling that his previous wavering was simply ridiculous. How could such a bitch get his tolerance?
Xianyang Palace, Xianyang Palace, the name echoed in Cheng Yu's mind like a nightmare.
"Chang'an Jun is not good to Ling'er?" Huanjue asked Bai Ling after getting out of Chengju's sight.
"Good or not, it actually doesn't matter to me, because I hate him too." Bai Ling said nonchalantly.
"If I had been in Xianyang at that time, I would never have allowed your father to marry you to Lord Chang'an." Huan Ye didn't know what he was thinking of, and said with an unhappy expression.
"Actually, the current situation is not bad for me. I don't like Chang'an Lord, and Chang'an Lord also hates me. Since then, the two of them have not interfered with each other, and the years have been peaceful." Bai Ling said.
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Are the years peaceful?
But the tree wants to be still but the wind is not stopping. In Xingle Palace, Ying Zheng is holding the bamboo slip given to him by Zhao Ji, his face is a little gloomy.
"What does Lu Buwei want to do? He actually wants to spread the net in Xianyang. Is he not satisfied with his position as prime minister and wants to use the net to enhance his power in Xianyang?" Zhao Ji said angrily.
The bamboo slips in Ying Zheng's hand were sent from outside the palace, which recorded the intelligence network that had been spread out in Xianyang in the past few months, and it even involved the residences of dozens of Qin ministers.
"He finally let Gu down." Ying Zheng said, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart.
"How are Zheng'er going to deal with this matter?" Zhao Ji asked.
"Who sent this bamboo slip?" Ying Zheng did not mention Lu Buwei, but asked Zhao Ji about the owner behind the bamboo slip.
"The first-class killer of Luowang Tianzi hides the sun." Zhao Ji said without hiding anything.
"Hiding the sun? Among the bamboo slips, is there someone who spreads a trap for the Prime Minister in Xianyang?" Ying Zheng asked.
"It should be him." Zhao Ji said uncertainly.
"Zheng'er, since Zhanri was able to deliver this bamboo slip to us, it means that he is still loyal to us. Maybe we can reuse this person." Zhao Ji racked her brains to make suggestions for Yingzheng.
"The queen mother doesn't really think that this hidden sun has any so-called loyalty, does she?" Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Ji who was advising him with a strange expression.
If he didn't have a deep enough understanding of his mother, who was "uneducated and incompetent" but racked her brains to make suggestions for him, Ying Zheng would even suspect that Zhao Ji had gone back to the same old path.
Of course, that situation is now impossible.
"Isn't it?" Faced with Ying Zheng's rhetorical question, Zhao Ji easily doubted her own judgment. This was not something difficult for Zhao Ji to accept.
Zhao Ji is very aware of her own strength in Ying Zheng.
"Of course not. Who gave this bamboo slip to the queen mother?" Ying Zheng asked in turn. This was what Ying Zheng was more concerned about.
In this Xingle Palace, people from outside can actually bring things in. This is not a good thing for Ying Zheng.
"It's the Tianzi first-class killer appointed by Luo Wang, Duanshui." Zhao Ji said.
"Duan Shui? Is this the Gong Zheng beside the Queen Mother?" Ying Zheng thought of a woman who often followed Zhao Ji.
"Well, it's her." Zhao Ji nodded.
"This person is no longer suitable to stay in Xingle Palace." Ying Zheng said.
"What did Zheng'er mean?" Zhao Ji said hesitantly.
She seemed to hear anger in Ying Zheng's words, although the anger was not directed at her.