This was originally the emotional tussle between Huayang and Wang Jian and Huayang and Yingzheng, the father of the king, but this scene was tinkered with by someone with a heart, and the victim actually became me who couldn't fight with this scene - it was rumored in the palace that Huayang defeated but couldn't return to Xianyang City because he was afraid of entering the palace, and he was afraid of entering the palace because he couldn't see Mrs. Xi, the side mother who charmed Wang Xin.

"People also said that King Qin's favorite wife is better than his eldest daughter, and his favor for you and your bewilderment of King Qin have harmed Princess Huayang into the house." Luo Onion continued to follow my orders and report truthfully.

I knew that although I insisted that she tell the truth, Luo Cong still changed the specific vocabulary and said it to me after her brief arrangement, because she said my original words, and when you think about it, you can expect that there must be a lot of dirty words that are not heard.

However, although the remarks of these people are related to my mood and image, they are not the most important thing for me.

"Can you hear the king's reaction?"

Imprisoned in the Qin Palace, my beauty and dilapidation can be narrowed down to only reflect the change in the complexion of one person, and this person's complexion is what I am most concerned about.

Luo picked up the information stored in her mind and picked out the relevant words for me.

"It is said that when General Wang Jian and King Qin met in private, King Qin once sighed 'Why didn't you even enter your own home' and other regretful words, thinking that he was talking about Princess Huayang."

Yingzheng, who doesn't like words, can say such words to Wang Jian with emotion, which can be imagined that he misses Huayang in his heart.

"When he grew up in front of him, he was separated between two countries when he got married, and the king must have thought of his own daughter. Especially now that his son is on the same battlefield, he is dying. The king can't help but think about it, and he has to worry about Fusu Gongzi and Princess Huayang. ”

The son died in battle, and the daughter did not want to come back, Yingzheng must be very sad in his heart.

Concerned with Yingzheng. I'm also sad with Yingzheng.

Huayang had a misunderstanding with me when he left, and Ban Mu also had a grudge against me when he left, only Fusu was not hostile to me, but he made me more sad than Huayang and Ban Mu...

Luo Onion's light flashed, and his eyes suddenly became energetic.

"Oh! It's Madame, it is said that after the destruction of Shouchun City, General Wang Jian found out the murderer who shot Banmu Gongzi. General Wang Jian returned this time, most likely because of the accident of Ban Mu Gongzi in his camp tent. ”

Banmu Gongzi is gone in the hands of Wang Qian, Wang Jian has a heavy responsibility, and he must come back with some available people to ask for guilt. But then again, it was the Qin State that sent troops first, and the Chu State fought bravely in order to defend itself, even if it took the heads of all the Qin people, it is understandable and reasonable.

With this in mind, I made a comment in a daze.

"The sword has no eyes, and not everyone can defend themselves when they are shot. Wang Jian decided that he couldn't, and the person he shot was unreasonably resentful, and his fate was short, and he couldn't complain about others. ”

It's not that he doesn't pity the young and vigorous Banmu, it's just that he, as one of the martyrs of the two countries, is in this era of relying on force to speak. It can only be regretted.

Hearing this, Luo Leng approached me, and blinked sharply to signal me not to say such things again.

Not everyone can look at the problem from an objective point of view, I can, only because I put myself in the position of a bystander, if I am in it, just like Yingzheng and Mrs. Zhao, who are parents and children of Banmu, they are sad and angry, where can they take care of what reasonableness.

At the gate of the temple came a servant maid, and when she saw me, she looked at her, and began to speak.

"Mrs. Qiyu, someone from the Qiongyang Palace has a message. Invite the lady to go to the Qiongyang Palace for a banquet. ”

Luo Cong waved his hand to the servant, saw me nodding, and went to prepare for my banquet in person.

Ying Zheng set up a banquet? Is the banquet held at this time to celebrate the success of Pochu?

I imagined, bathing and changing. After Luo Onion carefully dressed me, I decorated the attendance as low-key as possible in the high-profile red main color.

The princesses of the upper grades in the main hall of the Qiongyang Palace have arrived, and Mrs. Mi, who has never appeared at the banquet, has also arrived, and when she walked past me, she smiled and nodded at me who was waiting at the table, and then sat down beside Mrs. Li.

"Sister Bu is in good spirits, it is really a great joy for our palace, in the future, we should pay more attention to recuperation and eradicate the root of the disease as soon as possible."

Mrs. Jing, as the only lover, was the last to arrive, and seeing that Mrs. Mi was also there, she unsurprisingly showed her signature friendly smile and kind words to others.

Mrs. Mi raised the curvature of the corners of her lips and leaned in response.

"Whoa!"

Seeing this, Mrs. Li, who was indifferent, lowered the temperature with the words provoked by Mrs. Jing.

"As long as Mrs. Jing can be gracious, the king will be able to favor and be proud, whether she is sick or not, she can be cured."

After Mrs. Li finished speaking, she picked up the teacup on the table and drank it by herself, and stopped looking at Mrs. Jing and Mrs. Mi, who were smiling coldly on their faces.

Although Mrs. Li said vaguely, everyone present could hear her anger: because of the sense of existence of Mrs. Jing and others, Empress Dowager Zhao took Mrs. Li away for several years on her deathbed; Because of the grace and charm of Mrs. Jing and others, after the Empress Dowager Huayang left, Mrs. Mi was squeezed out to a transparent state.

Although it is biased to attribute the passage of years of Mrs. Li and Mrs. Mi's years of illness to Mrs. Jing's favor, but Mrs. Jing is so vain "getting cheap and selling well", it is no wonder that the arrogant Mrs. Li will not let her step down.

"It was the king's grace that the concubine was able to alleviate her depression."

Mrs. Mi and Luo smiled and played a round, but unfortunately the people who were beaten in the round did not need this round very much, Mrs. Jing and Mrs. Li squinted at each other, and they both looked away coldly.

There is a confrontation between the big forces in the palace, although this situation has appeared a lot of times, but everyone pretended not to see it, and they all paid attention to the dynamics, and they all waited for the arrival of Yingzheng peacefully.

The moment Ying Zheng arrived, he disappeared into an invisible, as if nothing had happened, and he glanced at the crowd for a week, during which he paused on Mrs. Zhao, and then Zhong Li, and then me.

Although his gaze was cold and there was no major change during the period of looking around, I still couldn't stop my heart beating faster the moment I looked at each other—just his brief gaze, but it was enough to warm my heart and make me feel very happy.

When everyone sat down again, Yingzheng opened his mouth.

"Today's family banquet, the widow's son and princess did not attend, and the widow only invited all the concubines to participate, because I wanted to say a few words to you about the battle of Chu."

The demise of the Chu State made the Qin Palace have both joys and sorrows, and everyone knew the actual problems, so when they heard the affairs of the Chu State, no one interjected.

"Not long ago, Wang Jian returned to Xianyang to restore his life, and the battle of Chu, which lasted more than a year, was finally won, however," Ying Zheng's eyes were sad and sharp, swept around the people in the hall, and said in a low voice: "He also brought the widow a shameful news." ”

Although it is low, Yingzheng's tone is high-pitched and nervous.

The word "shame" shook everyone's heart, Ying Zheng felt unhappy, and everyone could only instinctively hold their breath, lest a person accidentally go wrong and be used as a target for Ying Zheng to vent in anger.

After a pause, he continued.

"Ban Mu, the son of the widow, the eighth son of my Great Qin, the culprit who was shot outside Shouchun City has been discovered, and what is infuriating is that this heinous executioner is actually only nine years old!"

As soon as Ying Zheng's words came out, the stagnant airflow in the hall became even more sluggish, and Mrs. Zhao's shoulders trembled tremblingly, and from time to time overflowed a suppressed "woo-woo" voice.

"A nine-year-old child actually has the power to shoot the widow and the eighth son, in this Shouchun City of Chu State, is it possible to raise a supernatural beast?" Ying Zheng yelled.

The angry voice resounded in the hall, and everyone was silent and did not dare to move, only Mrs. Mi, who was also afraid, she heard that Ying Zheng was doubting the children of Chu in Shouchun City, and Ying Zheng couldn't bear to scratch his heart about this, so he opened his mouth desperately.

"Dare to ask the king, can this child know his name?"

As soon as Mrs. Mi exited, after stepping into the hall, Ying Zheng, who did not deliberately stop to look at her once, cast a cold gaze at her, this purpose was cold, even in my opinion, it was suffocating cold, and Ying Zheng still didn't accept Mrs. Mi when she wanted to come.

Mrs. Mi's weak shoulders trembled sharply, it should be because Ying Zheng did not have the warmth to be harsh on her, her trembling was comparable to that of Mrs. Zhao in grief.

Ying Zheng's disgusted look flickered for a long time, and when Mrs. Mi's head was about to fall into tears, he finally gave Mrs. Mi an answer in front of everyone.

"Xiang Yu!" He said.

No matter what, he didn't let Mrs. Mi lose face!

"Huh?"

An astonishing voice rang out in the hall where a pin could be heard.

This voice that followed Ying Zheng was not from Mrs. Chu Mi, who was concerned about the culprit of the murder, nor was it from Mrs. Zhao, who was heartbroken by the loss of her son, nor was it from Mrs. Li, who was well-informed, knowledgeable, ancient and modern, and who might know Xiang Yuqi, this unfathomable voice was made by me—it was from me who had nothing to do with it!

Xiang Yu? This figure is still unknown to the world, but to me it is a name like thunder. Because I suddenly heard such a legendary figure in my ears, my amazement overflowed at will, and it made me lose face.

My loss of face attracted everyone's speculation for no reason, and even aggravated the suspicion of Mrs. Zhao and the others, who had already felt that I and Chu Guo were confused.

This suspicion is not only the princesses in the main hall who stared at it, but also the Yingzheng who sat on the throne.

"I don't know, you still know the king of Chu." His tone was almost as cold as he was when he was opposed to Madame Mi.

I understand the thoughts of Ying Zheng and everyone here: a nine-year-old child that no one has ever heard of, a princess of the deep palace who is thousands of miles away and has no relatives to interact with will never hear of it, if it were not for the extremely close contacts with the Chu State, how could I know that there is such a person in Shouchun City?