It's a good thing that Ying Zheng has such a strict servant around him, although if Zhao Gao is not strict, he may not be able to stay in the Qin Palace for so long, but his strict mouth will also indirectly save Ying Zheng a lot of trouble. 【Book by】

I pushed open the door and saw Yingzheng still majestic lying on the couch, and turned around and gently covered the door of the palace again.

Ying Zheng naturally has his reason for closing the door of the palace, and he has always been reluctant to expose himself to the eyes of others for too long, because he has many faces that he does not want to be seen by others, such as sleeping faces.

His sleeping appearance is not very different from that of ordinary people, but it is his habit to cover himself, so as to maintain the sense of distance and mystery between others and him, and make his majesty last for a long time, and I must respect his form.

Creeping to the soft edge of the fox's fur, I looked at him sleeping and felt at ease.

As a woman, even after a thousand years of higher education and has always stood on her own as a female man, she suddenly looks back and identifies the person she loves, and still can't help but want to think of him as the world: if he is well, it will be a sunny day.

Obsessively kneeling on the carpet on the edge of his couch, I stared at the man I had become more and more in love with, and before I knew it, I had lost the concept of time.

"Can't you take your eyes off the widow, causing you to linger so much?"

Ying Zheng still had his eyes closed, but suddenly opened his mouth to speak—thinking that he was not asleep, or that he woke up without opening his eyes.

I shyly wanted to get up away from his aura, but I couldn't help but raise my legs and feet and kneel down again, because I don't know when, my legs and feet have been numb in a kneeling position.

"The king is awake?"

In order to avoid embarrassment, I was busy talking to cover up my soreness at the moment.

When he opened his eyes and looked at me with a calm face, Ying Zheng replied with a smile.

"You're awake too?"

Instantly crimson cheeks, I lowered my head, forcibly adjusted my knees to the shape of the movement, and moved back to stand up avoiding his gaze.

"The king is busy. Finally willing to give yourself a comfortable life in the compact government life? ”

Because of the embarrassment of my identity, I almost didn't care about the time and intensity of Yingzheng's handling of state affairs, and asked it jokingly at this time, not to find out what his work was. I really want to change the topic to hide my embarrassment at the moment, and of course, to listen to Yingzheng's tone and see if he is resting for my business.

Ying Zheng sat up, grabbed my hand and pressed me into his arms as I saw him get up and pick up the soft cushion to pad his back.

"You are sarcastic."

I was hugged very tightly by Yingzheng's sideways, and my already crimson cheeks smelled the majestic aura on his body even more shyly, and I turned my face sideways into his arms, and I was silent for a few seconds before I could speak in a calm voice.

"Where do the slaves and concubines dare, but they see that the king is willing to rest. Just kidding. Compared with other wives, the slave concubine is lucky, no matter what, it is too late to be grateful to be able to see the king's dragon face from time to time. How dare you be sarcastic? ”

I asked rhetorically, smiling playfully at Ying Zheng's gaze, hugging his waist tightly, and burying my head in coquettishness.

"The widow rejoices in your insights, and appreciates your wisdom and learning." He stroked my hair, and then said, "No one knows what you have gained or lost. She already blamed Ejing, and she was also worried that Yu'er would not be able to accept Li'er's departure, so she gave the letter to Yu'er in advance, but even if she didn't want to, she also hurt you. ”

At this point, Ying Zheng's hand rubbing my hair moved to my head and neck. Guiding my face to look at him, he said with pity: "The more the widow doesn't want you to be hurt, but the more painful it makes you attack, this palm, does it still hurt?" ”

It turned out that he had come here suddenly. That's to say that I had a conflict with Tian Tianyu.

Thinking of Tian Tianyu's angry slap, I was sad and aggrieved, pouting and pillowing Yingzheng's arm, and I sighed sadly.

"Slave concubines are heartache. Mrs. Yu is no one else, she is the sister of the slave concubine by blood, but in the past, it didn't matter if she didn't get close, and now she misunderstands the slave concubine to the point of hatred. ”

I said, secretly thinking that if Tian Tianxi suddenly returned to her soul, I would really not be able to explain it to her.

"The king has the heart to go out of Qin, and the slave concubine doesn't know, how Madame Jing guessed - oh, look at what the slave concubine asked, naturally the king told her."

I listened to Yingzheng's words, which meant that Mrs. Jing was kind and believed to Tian Tianyu that Li Er was going to go on the expedition, and according to Tian Tian Yu's slap, she must have guessed that it was the result of my secret manipulation of Li Er going to the battlefield, so I asked curiously, but before the question came out, I realized that my words were too redundant.

Ying Zheng looked at me in shock, stroked my little face and smiled.

"Isn't this little face wrinkled?

Okay, the widow asked her to pack up for Li'er and told her in advance, E Jing usually knows how to be measured, this time it is probably missing Fusu, so I understand Yu'er's worries and empathize with her. ”

Although Mrs. Jing is old, she and Ying Zheng respect each other like guests, and have been with each other for many years, and her parents and children have made outstanding achievements in supporting Su and are the eldest son of Qin, and she herself is highly praised by foreign ministers, so Ying Zheng talks about her, always lacking passion, but never picky.

"In this way, the slave concubine understands."

I suffered like this, although it was indirectly caused by Mrs. Jing, but Yingzheng had no intention of holding her responsible, which I must know in my heart and must accept.

Ying Zheng said Mrs. Jing, and when I understood the reason for my humiliation, I went on to talk about Tian Tianyu.

"The fish is gentle like water on weekdays, and when I heard it, it was about Li'er's career, and it must have stirred the heart, although it was forgivable, but I couldn't help but say that I would be in charge of you in public, and it was really difficult to forgive.

The widow will order her to apologize to you in public for what she has done, and at that time, if you are angry and really want to do something to her, the widow will let you go. ”

Ying Zheng's analysis and decision-making are reasonable, but if you speculate carefully, it is not difficult to find the importance of it. Since I can agree with Ying Zheng to understate and skip Mrs. Jing, then I can naturally be tolerant of Tian Tianyu, who is affected by this era and can't even protect his son's life.

"The slave concubine has never cared about fame and fortune, and the world's opinion and tongue are far less important than the king's embrace, so the king said fairly to the slave concubine today, he has already relieved the slave concubine's heart, and the slave concubine has no other thoughts about her.

Although Mrs. Yu does not like slave concubines, she is the concubine's own sister; Chestnut Ear is the nephew of the slave concubine, and she is so pitiful, so the slave concubine dared to beg the king to be extrajudicial for mercy, and forgave Mrs. Yu for the sake of Chestnut Ear and their imminent separation of the woman. ”

Thinking about it from another perspective, if I were Tian Tianyu, who had been confined to the high walls of the palace, and who had placed other love on the king for life, and whose only sustenance, the young child, had been "instigated" to go to the battlefield: I would also be crazy to find someone to vent my mania.

This person is me, not expected by Ying Zheng, not within the scope of my perception, according to the scene when Mrs. Jing was worried about the big things and was anxious to take me out of Mrs. Zhao's punishment, I must have never thought of it.

Tian Tianyu, who has always been submissive, has finally been suppressed for too long, and it is time to take the initiative, and I feel relaxed for her own relief, although the object of her venting is me.

"Do you really think so?" He looked at me expectantly.

I think so, and I'm still thinking, if I don't think so, will it be possible that I will use my identity as a long envoy to make trouble until Mrs. Jing and Mrs. Yu are not in peace, and then be disliked by Yingzheng, causing the wives in the palace to be angry and miserable?

"The slave concubine has said that the slave concubine only cares about the king's eyes alone."

This is my most sincere words.

Maybe it's the psychological factor of the difference between the times, as a "person who has come over" at some level, my view of the people of this era is really mediocre, and there is no strong sense of care that will be sad to be looked down upon.

If Yingzheng is happy with me, I can't help but rejoice; If Ying Zheng felt that she was more lovely than me, I would feel lonely in my heart.

Ying Zheng looked at me solemnly, looked at me for a few seconds, took a deep breath and hugged me tightly, and pressed my head to his heart.

"You bear the world with the widow, and the widow will not let the world bear you!"

His words were iron-clad and firm.

I hugged him back, and I was moved to draw my heart closer to him.

"Slaves and concubines can't help the king win the world, but they can accompany the king to win the world.

Wang Shangrong, the slave concubine is peerless; The king was defeated, and the slave concubines rolled up their sleeves and ate the king's stomach.

Although it is based on the calculation of the odds, the king will not be defeated in this world, but the heart of the concubine is determined to show in this life. Serve the gentleman's heart, roll up his sleeves and eat to nourish the monarch's stomach, and the slaves and concubines are all done, and the king is gratifying? ”

I smiled and replied to Yingzheng's heart for him, felt his accelerated heartbeat, and happily rested the time.

Lang Qing concubine, it turned out to be so wonderful, at the moment of enlightenment, there is a kind of joy and gratitude of firecrackers.

"King Qiqi, Mrs. Xi, the imperial doctor Yu Huai asked to see him, saying that he was summoned by Mrs. Xi." Zhao Gao pointed out the reason why he rushed to report the information.

When Ying Zheng heard this, he paused for a moment, got up slightly to look at me, and then wanted to check my body; I understood his thoughts, took his hand and gave him a reassuring smile.

"It's okay to be a concubine." I sat up, spun around the periphery of the bed twice, and said playfully, "The king's anxious appearance is so cute, and the slave concubine who looks at it is so happy." ”

Ying Zheng glared at me angrily, and I quickly leaned up to kiss him on the cheek when he was inadvertent, and quickly pulled away.