There was a deathly silence all around.

Yun Yao moved her fingers slightly, letting out a low moan. There was a sharp stabbing pain in my head, and my elbows, shoulders, and back ached fiercely, as if someone had fallen hard, and all my internal organs had shifted their positions.

She barely held her forehead and opened her eyes, and it was pitch black in front of her.

(Is it invisible?) ）

The sharp tingling sensation lingered in my mind, and when I reached out and wiped it, the back of my head was wet, as if I had been beaten hard, and the air was filled with the smell of rust, and there was a faint smell of blood.

It seems to be really hurt.

She closed her eyes and groped her way forward, and found a low table with a candlestick and two flints. She held the flint and rubbed it gently, and with a faint spark, she lit the half of the candle that remained on the candlestick.

The bean-sized light jumped on the candlestick, illuminating everything in the room clearly.

It is a clean room, and the furnishings and objects in the house show the identity of the owner. However, some of the items are one size smaller, such as small spoons, small chopsticks, small bowls and plates, which are obviously specially used for children. The wine glasses placed on the table are obviously three-legged, the rim of the glass is oblique, and the whole set of cups presents an ancient and dark tone.

Is she back in the Han Dynasty?

Yun Yao cupped her forehead and hissed softly.

It's not scary to go back to the Han Dynasty, but it's the most terrifying thing to be when it's empty, and her own identity is unknown, and she has a wound on the back of her head.

She took a handkerchief from her sleeve and pressed it against the back of her head, and in a moment she felt the smell of rust in the air fade a little. The sharp sting in my head was still there, like a pinprick in a dull pain.

That's right, text.

Since it is impossible to determine the dynasty here, there must be some words that are sufficient to corroborate.

Yun Yao searched in the house for a while, and sure enough, she found two bamboo slips, most of which were small seals, and some fonts that she couldn't read, but could faintly guess the meaning. She guessed that it was a big seal or a lishu, but she couldn't be sure. It's too quiet here, she has been the owner of the Western Han Dynasty, and she has also lived in the houses of the Western Han Dynasty, and she has never seen such a house.

She looked around the room to see if she couldn't find anything, so she opened the door and went outside.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt an indescribable silence.

Silence, oppression, like a cloud of lead looming overhead.

She calmed down, waited for the dull pain in her brain to subside a little, and then walked along the long palace road towards the outside. The more she walked outside, the more strange she felt: it was obviously a palace, but it was more cold and quiet than ordinary palaces, so dark that she couldn't even see a palace lamp, let alone the palace maids and eunuchs who occasionally passed by. Well, maybe this is not an ordinary palace, but a ruined palace or a cold palace.

She guessed as she walked outside, and all she saw was the shadow of herself.

It's really, unusually quiet.

She walked through two gates all the way to notice that the structure of this palace was somewhat complicated, and the depths of the palace were almost soundproof. After passing through the two simple but delicate palace gates, she saw people. Or rather, saw a neat army.

- Army, army?!

Yun Yao was taken aback by her own thoughts, and hurriedly looked at it carefully. The door she had just walked out of was obviously the side door of the palace, and it was still dark outside, and it was impossible to see whether it was the street or the wilderness. But about fifty meters away from the palace room, there was a circle of guards standing neatly, holding torches in their hands, silently in a circle.

Seeing her come out, the sergeants exchanged words for a while, but soon stopped.

Perhaps because of her humble status, or because the dust had settled, the guards didn't seem to be bothering her. They formed a circle outside the palace, holding torches with solemn expressions.

With the light of the torches, Yun Yao could read the words on their flags clearly.

Qin.

A Qin character fluttered arrogantly in the night sky, and the black-pressed Qin army surrounded the palace room, without speaking or moving.

Yun Yao looked at it in a daze for a while, and found that they really didn't plan to ignore her, so she cautiously turned back and ran towards the other end of the palace. This is really too strange, a palace surrounded by the Qin army but not occupied, could it be that this is the palace of one of the six countries, which has just been broken by the Qin army, and a certain king is preparing to die?

But just now, those Qin soldiers were clean and clean, and their expressions were even a little joking, which didn't look like a war at all.

Puzzled, she ran around the elaborate palace for a while, and finally heard a human voice.

"No, you can't do that!" It's a high-pitched female voice.

"Humph......"

"No—"

After a heart-rending female voice, all voices were still. Everything was like the silence in a black-and-white movie, cut in front of her frame by frame, and quickly connected: the young man held his hands, looked at the person in front of him gloomily, and sneered: "The widow has cracked the Changxin Hou car to show the public, and the queen mother can't see the current situation clearly?" These two rebels of the traitor naturally have to die. ”

He said word by word, as if the father of the two children had a common enmity with him.

In front of him sat a woman, covering her face, whimpering and crying. He was unmoved, and kept standing in front of the woman coldly, not hiding his disappointment at all, "The widow has ordered the blockade of the Xuanyang Palace, and the queen mother will stay here." ”

The woman knelt down and begged him, grabbing a corner of his garment. He swung his sword and cut off a piece of robe, and said coldly: "Well, the widow has forgotten one thing: Lu Xiang is old, he should have gone to the land of Bashu to recuperate, does the queen mother want to send him tonight, or tomorrow night?" ”

He lowered his head, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "You can't be like Changxin Hou anymore, accompanying the queen mother." ”

With that, the man flicked his sleeves and left decisively. The woman sat on the ground in a daze, unable to sob.

Yun Yao stood in the blind corner of their line of sight and watched this scene from an angle that no one could have imagined.

The roll of black-and-white film finally froze, the man departed with his sword, the woman lay on the cold floor and wailed, and the blood and flesh outside the palace were blurred, needless to say, it must have been the two children who had been thrown to death. She looked at it in a daze, and it took a long time to find a few names from her memory: Chang Yu, Zhao Ji, Lü Buwei, and Qin Wangzheng.

Chang Yu tried to launch a coup/d'état in the Qi Nian Palace, but was killed by Ying Zheng, oh no, it was a car split.

Zhao Ji was imprisoned/imprisoned in the Mingyang Palace, and the two illegitimate sons were killed by Yingzheng.

As for Lü Buwei, she remembered that he was later exiled, but she couldn't remember when he was exiled or where he was exiled.

She cautiously stepped forward and called softly, "Queen Mother." ”

She uses Xianyang dialect, which seems to be a natural skill.

In fact, Qin Wangzheng and Zhao Ji also used Xianyang dialect just now, but for some reason, she could understand it.

The woman on the ground looked up, saw that it was her, and smiled miserably. From Zhao Ji's eyes, she could see that Zhao Ji was no stranger to "herself", at least she would not be surprised by the sudden appearance of "herself". Linked to the small spoon and chopsticks in the room just now, it is not difficult to guess that "myself" was originally taking care of the children for Zhao Ji.

She swallowed hard, thinking that she was glad that Yingzheng didn't find out just now.

Otherwise, under the anger of Ying Zheng, he may not know how many pieces he will dismantle.

"In the end, you are the only one who stays with me." Zhao Ji laughed miserably and stretched out her hand towards Yun Yao. Yun Yao was stunned for a moment, then cautiously stepped forward, helped Zhao Ji up, and walked towards the palace.

Zhao Ji's sideburns were scattered, her face was frighteningly pale, and even her fingers were cold.

Yun Yao was afraid that her identity would be revealed, so she didn't dare to speak more, so she only helped Zhao Ji to walk back slowly. Zhao Ji took two steps, and suddenly stumbled and fell on Yun Yao.

- Hmm!!

…… Actually, Zhao Ji is quite heavy.

Yun Yao sighed, picked up the fallen Zhao Ji, and slowly walked towards the palace. There was still a dull ache in the back of her head, which had only been briefly bandaged. Seeing that her physical strength was also a little exhausted, she carried Zhao Ji on her back and came to the nearest palace room.

In that room just now, she didn't dare to go in, there was a psychological shadow.

This chamber is large and exudes a chyme. Li's aroma is like someone deliberately lit incense. In the middle of the chamber was a couch that was a messy couch that had apparently been used not long ago. She deliberately ignored the piled up brocade quilts and pillows, carefully placed the unconscious Zhao Ji on the couch, and cleaned up for her a little before she freed up her hands to clean herself up.

There was no one else here, Zhao Ji was in a coma again, she could only hastily find some herbs to stop bleeding in the atrium (I have been following Gao Su outside all these years, and I know some of them), chewed them and applied them to the wound, and bandaged them briefly before she barely settled down.

The sky was already white, and it was obvious that it was about to dawn.

She cautiously opened the side door of the palace room, wanting to see if the Qin army outside had left. But as soon as she opened the door, she saw a eunuch staring at her with a smile, bent down slightly, and said in a sharp voice: "Come with me, the king wants to see you." ”

Without waiting for Yun Yao's reaction, he reached out and pulled her out of the Mingyang Palace.

Yun Yao was pulled by the eunuch, stumbled to the inner city, and sure enough, she saw the King of Qin just now. Qin Wangzheng still has that cold appearance, and the narrow crown is tied in his hair, which adds a touch of coldness.

She didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere, and according to her vague memory, she gave King Qin a salute.

The dark boots stopped in front of her eyes, a cold gaze stayed on the back of her hand, and there was a hint of mockery in her tone: "You are the witch maiden that the Queen Mother found from Chu Land to take care of those two evil sons?" It's really not ordinary. ”

On the back of her hand, there are obvious cracked patterns. I don't know if it was born or if it was painted later.

But what matters now is not this, what is important is the identity that Qin Wangzheng just defined her: a witch.

What the word witch represents in the Chu State, and what it represents in ancient times, she couldn't be clearer.

"Chu Yao." Qin Wangzheng reversed the long sword and tapped the back of her hand with the hilt of the sword, "Why don't you come and make a divination for the widow, what will the widow's eldest son be like in the future, how will it?" ”

"The last witch swore to the widow that Fusu would be against the widow in everything in the future, and the widow would not like it, and he would not die well in the future, and the widow wanted to hear your hexagram, and let you choose your own path, life or death."