Mrs. Li's dissatisfaction did not make Ying Zheng reconsider the candidate for the next position, and even almost caused a lot of right and wrong, and the rest of the people did not dare to say more and do more, so this repertoire that seemed to be able to make a big drama ended safely in an orderly meal, but I don't know how many people really used the sumptuous flowing water meal.

Coming out of the banquet, the time was already very late, and I walked all the way to the Qixi Palace under the careful care of Luo Cong, Linlang and the others, and I wanted to say that I would take a bath and rest, and I heard Linlang, who was taking care of my bedtime outside the hall, deliberately amplified the volume of the greetings.

It was Yingzheng who came, and he was supported by Zhao Gao and the rest of the internal prisoners, and he swayed unsteadily and walked straight into my dormitory.

"The widow is here to drink lemon water, you are so generous, there must be a lot of supplies, right?" Ying Zheng is obviously here to be angry.

I have taken it upon myself to scatter my inventory, and now I come to ask for the lemon water he has scattered, is it too obvious to find fault? I feel aggrieved, and my words are unceremoniously.

"How can the slave concubine be generous to the king, the king will take it to reward the grace of the saint, and the slave concubine only has the share of obeying orders, how dare she keep it privately." I said with a grin.

Hearing my bad mentality, Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows.

"You dare to run the widow?" He said angrily.

He just heard the meaning of these words, and how dare I admit it when asked so much.

"The concubines did not dare, nor did they dare to receive unwarranted wrath before the king."

My denial and affirmative tone made Ying Zheng's breath unstable, and he almost laughed angrily.

"Do you know that the widow is angry?" He was not angry and overjoyed, and he was sad and angry alone for a while, and said with a cold expression: "You yourself said that you only brewed lemon water for widows." ”

This sentence is very important to me, because Ying Zheng's sentence sounds like a complaint, but it contains a lot of helplessness and compromise coquettish ingredients, no matter how iron-blooded he is, a man's psychology is still the nature of a child, but these natures are only used by the people he relies on to trust.

And so the communication continues. If you want Ying Zheng to soothe your mood, it seems that there is a drama.

"Yes, the slave concubine only brews lemon water for the king, but Mrs. Li is not a foreigner to the king.

Mrs. Li's palace swept the king's prosperity, and the king treated her preferentially, and she is your beloved body, the woman you cherish the king, and the concubine relieves her lack of happiness to the king, is it different to share the king's worries? ”

Thinking that I was arguing meaninglessly, Ying Zheng walked to the couch and lay down disappreciatively, patting the couch with his hand and ordering me to approach.

"Is that the fault of the widow? The widow doesn't need you to share his worries, it's good if you don't add worries. ”

I don't understand, but I don't refute it. but stood quietly with his head bowed on the edge of the couch he had beaten; Ying Zheng stared at me for a while, and finally sighed and said discouragedly, "Okay, sit down." ”

It seems that he sympathized with my inconvenience and decided to forgive me for the time being.

Sitting beside him, looking at the tired lines around him, I couldn't help but feel a pang of distress in my heart.

"The king must have been troubled lately, right?"

The order after the unification of the Seven Kingdoms can last for thousands of years, and Ying Zheng at this time must be trying his best to build the system to a near-perfect action, so the pressure on him to be planned by his own requirements must be very great. Otherwise, how can thousands of generations of descendants not be able to surpass his wisdom?

These pressures are enough, Ying Zheng's dream will not be so easy to realize, but when it comes to Zhao Gao, it is difficult for me to speak.

Zhao Gao is an arm-like storage zài of Ying Zheng. If he is gone, how uncomfortable should he be in Yingzheng's heart?

"If you had been meek, wouldn't it be much better for a widow." He was disgruntled.

I looked at him with his heart full of thoughts, and then at the servants waiting in the temple. Towards Zhao Gao and Luo Cong, he made a look at everyone to let everyone out.

Shi Yi, step back, and close the door from the outside. Ying Zheng didn't say anything from the completion of this series of people's actions, and it wasn't until the sound of the temple door closing that Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and commented on my mind knowingly.

"The widow knows that you know about Zhao Gao," he said that he was annoyed by me, but I wanted Zhao Gao to go out, and he understood that I was admitting that I knew about Zhao Gao, so he spread out and talked to me: "When I said that I was pregnant with Li Gao, did you know about seeing red?" ”

Although I understand that she fell and unstable because of Fusu's tricks, I can't figure out how she can hide the truth from Yingzheng and her popularity, but I really don't know that she is Zhao Gao's person.

"The slave concubine knew that she deliberately blamed the slave concubine for seeing the red, but the slave concubine really didn't know her connection with Zhao Changshi."

Although it can be thought that only Zhao Gao may have the ability to hide the matter of Ying Zheng's end Li Wu, but at that time, he could never have imagined that Zhao Gao would be so bold and do such an arrogant thing under Ying Zheng's nose.

mentioned that the final Li Wu saw the red, the drunken Ying Zheng took my hand, and revealed a rare tenderness and pity in the resentment against me.

"Zhao Gao has followed the widow for half his life, and he has always done things in a decent manner, and the widow never thought that the thing he assured that he had never seen the red was fake, and at that time he thought that you had lost your sense of proportion, and he also disciplined you strictly, so that you were wronged."

It turned out that he still remembered it.

Yingzheng is different from me, there are so many things in the Seven Kingdoms that he needs to deal with, but he still remembers this little thing he reprimanded me, so affectionate, if other men do it, it would be okay, but this emperor of the ages did it for me, I am grateful.

Touching Yingzheng's cheek with my hand, I didn't hide my deep love, and soothed him.

"The king is suffering."

Raising his hand to cover the back of my hand, Yingzheng had a faint sadness in his eyes that could not be ignored, he looked at me, just like that, helpless like a child who had done something wrong.

"Is it because the former widow wanted you to be hurt, so you were angry and unwilling to stay by the widow's side?"

It turned out that he couldn't let go of this matter after I refused to be blocked.

"The slave concubine is the king's woman, pregnant with the king's child, single-mindedly only the king's cunzài, the so-called grievances you think of, all the slave concubines have never given birth to the king, the king can sleep in peace."

Looking at his eyes that were trying to keep them open, the laborious appearance was really distressing.

"That's the ancestral precept of the Qi State to follow?" He was disobedient and asked me with his eyes still open.

The heart is like a pain, if I say yes, Yingzheng will inevitably vent his anger and blame the Tian clan rules; If I say no, then I rejected Yingzheng because of nothing, does it make Yingzheng more and more sad?

"The king rests first, and let the slave concubine think again."

I can't stand the look of a man who looks at me like that, his predicament and suspicion want to burn me to death, and I can't do it if I say a categorical rejection of him.

Perhaps, when he wakes up the next day and the alcohol is over, he will start to think about the big picture and consider other candidates?

Sensing that this is my bottom line at the moment, Ying Zheng didn't force me, he closed his eyes as he said, but he didn't make the sound of even breathing after falling asleep.

"What do you think about Zhao Gao's matter?" He lay quietly and asked.

Zhao Gaoqi deserves to be punished for his crimes, but after all, he has a meritorious accompaniment, and as far as Yingzheng is concerned, he also wants to open up the net, but the law is not merciful, and once the rules are broken here in Yingzheng, I am afraid that it will be difficult to convince the public from now on.

Fortunately, I knew that Zhao Gao couldn't die, and he survived to the end.

"Zhao Changshou interfered in the selection of concubines in the inner palace, this matter is not trivial, according to the slave concubine, if he is not brought to justice, I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public."

Taking a deep breath, Ying Zheng's originally peaceful sleeping face frowned because of the change of mind.

"You think he deserves to die, too?"

It seems that Ying Zheng also knew in his heart that Zhao Gao's guilt would be certain to death once he was investigated, so he was indecisive and never started the trial of this matter.

"There is no doubt about it, but whether the sinner is destined to be a big person is destined by the sky, and the slave concubine dares to enter the king, it is better to let Zhao Gao take this road of being subdued, because only if he goes once, the new rules and regulations will be implemented in the country after the subsequent unification can there be fewer obstacles."

Attracted by my previous words, Ying Zheng opened his eyes and stared at me again, and asked solemnly, "What did you measure?" ”

I smiled mysteriously at Ying Zheng, raised my hand to cover his eyes and asked him to close his eyes, and gently coaxed him: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed." ”

Obediently, Ying Zheng, who closed his eyes, raised his lips and smiled, and slowly fell into his dream under my gaze.

I was able to sleep well because of Ying Zheng, I don't know if Ying Zheng, who was surrounded by my aura, would sleep sweetly because of my gaze, if he fell asleep and fell asleep in a dream, then I hope he can temporarily forget that he is a king, so that he will not work so hard in his dreams as in real life.

Ying Zheng woke up the next day, sat up from the couch, looked at the state of me who was waiting for him to wake up on the bed not far away, and looked up at the roof with a complicated mind.

He must be reliving his memories of yesterday and thinking about what kind of attitude to use towards me.

"The king is awake?"

Since he is not good at showing weakness, then it is better for me to come. I got out of bed and walked over to him, crouched down on his knees, and I reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Yesterday's incident, did the slave concubine do something wrong?"

I pretended to look at him innocently, hoping that he would be less angry and embarrassed by my pity.

Withdrawing his own hand from between my hands, Ying Zheng looked impatiently at the bright window.

"Since you know that the widow set up a game last night to see who is the most powerful concubine, why do you want to go against the widow?"

I want to defend myself by saying that I only knew his intentions after the fact, but if I say that, my mentality of deceiving him will linger in my heart, and I am afraid that trying to redeem anything will only make our intimacy go further and further. (To be continued......)