Zhao belongs to the north, and the climate is drier and colder than that of the south. Although Handan City at this time is not winter, after the sun sets, it also makes people dare not underestimate the coldness from the bottom of their hearts. On such a night, even if it is as prosperous as the capital of Zhao and the lights of thousands of homes, if you walk alone on the street, you will be timid, let alone a little woman with thin clothes.

At this moment, Zhao Chan was wearing a dark black gauze skirt, a black scarf and a black scarf, and her steps slipped out of the back door of the Tingwu Pavilion with light steps. Slowly close the back door, and quickly hide in the darkness, so that no one can be found again.

When she was about Mozi, Zhao Chan appeared at the back door of a house, took off the black cloth covering her face, and knocked on the wooden door with her bare hands. In a moment, the door opened.

"You're here!" An old woman poked her head out.

"Granny Lu, why are you?" In the past, it was Li Gong who opened the door for her, and Zhao Chan was a little surprised.

"Let's talk about it first"

After confirming that no one had seen her whereabouts, Zhao Chan stepped into the courtyard. It may be because of the strict hierarchy that even if a merchant is rich, he cannot enjoy the same treatment as the nobles, so this courtyard is not large, but it is also "complete".

Zhao Chan followed Granny Lu into the study.

"Please!" With that, Granny Lu left the room on her own.

As soon as she entered the door, Zhao Chan saw the tall figure in front of the bookcase, exactly the same as in her memory:

At that time, she was not called Zhao Chan, and she did not have a name. Even at the age of 16, Cardamom is still living a life of slavery in the dark. She was a slave, with no dignity, no hope, no freedom, working day and night, not enough to eat, not to be warmly clothed, and to endure beatings from the overseers.

Xiao Hei is a black and handsome teenager who always talks to her with very watery eyes. Blackie was arguably her only friend there.

Until one evening, Xiao Hei whispered to her: "Sister, sister, we can escape." With an innocent smile, he secretly told her.

"Shhhh Be quiet! She said, "How can you escape?" If you get caught, you'll be killed! ”

"I found this here," said the little black side, pulling out a plant of grass from his tattered sleeve. The grass had been away from the soil for so long that it had dried up a little, and it had long since lost its original appearance.

"What is this?" She was curious.

"I don't know what kind of grass it is." Xiao Hei was also a little puzzled: "But ah, when I was at home, someone in the village ate this grass by mistake, and this grass will only make people sleep for a day and a night!" ”

"Really?" At that time, Zhao Chan was still a little childish, and she was not as clever as Xiaohei. "But what's the use of this grass?"

"Don't worry, look at me!" Xiao Hei is very confident.

Although they all say slaves, they are not official slaves, and they do not tattoo the word "slave" on their bodies. Therefore, escaping is already the only thought of these people every day except for work.

In the evening of the next day, a qiē seemed to be very smooth. She did not eat the dry food that was sent down as Xiao Hei ordered. Then Xiao Hei got the key to open the shackles, opened the shackles that imprisoned his freedom, and began the so-called slave escape.

She and Xiao Hei took advantage of the night to flee north. Because Xiao Hei said that they were slaves of the Wei State, as long as they fled to the nearest Zhao State, they could be freed. And the state of Zhao is just north of the state of Wei. However, what Xiao Hei didn't know was that she was originally from Zhao Guo.

It's just that later, she arrived in Zhao Kingdom, but Xiao Hei couldn't find it back.

The candle flame in the study kept flickering, as if he wanted to break free from the shackles of fate, but he couldn't after all.

"You're here," said the man next to the bookcase, very flatly.

His voice was still as good as it had been when I first met. It was he who saved her, and at that time, he said to her, "Come with me." Just four simple words, she paid the price of her life. That's a story for later.

"Mr. Lu." Zhao Chan retracted her distant thoughts: "That's all the information this time." As she spoke, Zhao Chan took out a few bamboo slips from her sleeves and handed them to the man in front of her.

"Hmm." Lu Buwei turned around and took the bamboo slip, but threw it on the bookcase.

"Do you know why Gong Li is not here today?" The man asked suddenly, strangely.

"I don't know." Zhao Chan was very sincere, and then looked at him again, under the dim candlelight, his brown eyes exuded a cold aura, sword eyebrows, eagle eyes and thin lips, his body was extraordinary, and his chest was full of ravines. Zhao Chan thought, he is not a thing in the pool, and he is very unworthy of such a posture of supporting the willows.

Lü Buwei also looked back at her. After a while, his thin lips opened slightly, and he said, "Gong Li is now a person who is a stranger to Gongzi Qin." ”

Zhao Chan was silent, she knew that her husband had already decided who she wanted to assist. It's just that she didn't expect that a qiē would come so soon.

"He is a victim of the defeat of the Qin State this time." He paused, his thin lips opened again, but he was confident: "It's a proton." But I promise that in less than five years, he will return to China and become king! ”

Zhao Chan was silent, but her heart began to ripple.

"From tonight, you don't have to go back." As if he had made up his mind, he said, "In two days, I will arrange for you to see him." "But, listen to the dance pavilion" "I'll arrange it." Lü Buwei interrupted her.

"No." His voice was choked. Zhao Chan thought that he had decided to give her away after all. But I have been prepared for it early in the morning, why is my heart still so painful; Knowing that this man does not belong to him, he clearly told himself that he would just look at him from afar, and he was ready to sacrifice himself to achieve him, but at this moment, the tears were still so ignorant, and when he turned around and was about to leave, he still opened his eyes naughtily.

Looking at the thin back that turned away, Lu Buwei's heart was filled with a trace of unbearability, but the "unbearable" passed in an instant, and his heart returned to calm again. It's not that he doesn't know Zhao Chan's intentions for him, it's just that he must not, because her life does not belong to him.