The spring on the banks of the Weishui River seems to be later than that in the south of the Yangtze River, when the willows of Yingdu are long and the warblers are flying, and the mountain flowers are brilliant, the green buds of the willows on both sides of the Weishui River are not long in coming. The fine and dense spring rain will fall as soon as it is said, and the raindrops will hit the tips of the yellow and tender leaves, shining brightly. In the grass by the river, the colorful flowers are even more delicate. The cutest of all is a flock of swallows, whose jet-black wings cut through the rain curtain from time to time, and suddenly click on the water during their chirp, stirring up waves in circles.

Originally, it was the day of the witch's purification and bathing, and 800 years later, the custom of bathing on this day is still the same. When it rained, the queen was bathing under the service of the female officials and servants, and her eyes did not look at the swallows flying in the air, nor at the mountain flowers in the distance, but at the concubine who was wearing obscene clothes and bathing not far away, even if the two were both women. After being discovered by Mi Xuan, she couldn't help but let out a coquettish smile and said, "Sister Xuan is very beautiful!" ”

Eight years ago, Mi Xuan had just reached the end of her life, and now she is approaching the prime of her life. Although the soaked obscene clothes on the body obscured some of the vision, the slender but gradually delicate figure was revealed. The long black hair like a waterfall slowly hangs down, and youth ripples in the spring of Weishui.

"Laugh at me." Mi Xuan put her hands on her chest, she was not used to exposing her body to the eyes of others.

"How I laughed at you." After Mi Qian gave birth to Fusu, she no longer had a slender waist, took off the queen's dress, and stood in Weishui with Mi Xuan, she actually felt that she already had some jealousy in her heart. "No wonder Brother Wang ...... you"

Mi Xuan's words came out naturally, but as soon as Xiong Jing was mentioned, Mi Xuan's shy face became stiff. For eight years she had been thinking about this man, trying her best to find out everything she could about him, but this man did not miss her at all. Except for two letters in the first two years, there was no more news after that. She retired, then she retreated, then she retired, then she retired, then she retired, she retired, and finally she retired. When she was alone, she would sometimes think: the king loves so much, he may have forgotten himself.

"Where is my sister?" Mi Qian saw Mi Xuan's displeasure, and hastily cleaned up and went ashore with her.

"The king has many wives and concubines, so why should his sister be troubled?" Mi Qian is the queen of Qin, but the Son of Heaven has seventy-two concubines, and the Qin State has regarded itself as Zhou decades ago, and the concubines in the harem have long exceeded seventy-two. Now that Korea has been destroyed, Han Wang'an's concubine said that she was going to come to Xianyang, and there were too many people to build another palace somewhere in Weinan.

"I'm fine." Mi Xuan naturally pulled her hair, she saw that Mi Xuan was carried to the shore of Weishui, and immediately hurried to catch up, and blamed the left and right: "Since it rains, how can you carry the Empress Dowager Zu to the water's edge?" ”

As he grew older, he could not walk three years ago, so he had to sit on a chariot and be carried by his servants. The spring is cold and warm, and she was seriously ill last month, and Mi Xuan didn't want her to come out, but Mi Xuan was stubborn by nature, and no one could stop her.

"Old slave," Shang Wu was also getting old, his back was getting more and more burdened, and his speech began to be a little unpleasant.

"Quickly put the Empress Dowager Zu ......" because of Mi Xuan's favor, Mi Xuan is half the master in Huayang Palace, as soon as she instructed the temple people to carry Mi Xuan away from the water's edge, Mi Xuan suddenly grabbed her, and then coughed again and again.

"It's raining and cold, so my aunt should go back to the palace." Mi Xuan gently patted Mi Thorn's back and persuaded in a low voice. The thorn coughed louder and louder, and her face turned red, but she grabbed her hand and didn't let go.

"Xuan'er, aunt......" Mi Xuan looked at Mi Xuan after coughing, and laboriously stroked her red cheeks. My aunt's mound is arched, and I want to see this spring day and see this Weishui ......"

The thorn is old, and his speech is slow, so slow that people can't help but feel pitiful. It's just that anyone who knows anything about the Qin State knows very well that for the past thirty years, the Qin State seems to be in the hands of Lü Buwei and Zhao Zheng, but it is actually in her hands. Now that she is finally old, last month's serious illness made her know that her end was approaching, and she wanted to see more of the world that was about to leave and feel the last spring of her life.

"Xuan'er, do you really want to marry the King of Chu?" The rain stopped after a while, and Mi Thorn suddenly asked.

"Xuan'er doesn't know ......" Mi Xuan did not marry into the Qin Palace as a concubine in the end, but Mi Xuan did not want her to marry into the Chu Palace. It's not because of the same surname, but because Xiong Jing disregarded his feelings and cooked his nephew Yang Wenjun. This made Mi Thorn faintly hateful, she never made a hindrance when it came to the Chu State, and when it came to Xiong Jing's private affairs, plus Qin Chu had been making enemies, she couldn't be an adult.

"Do you not know, or do you dare not speak?" Thorn coughed twice. Those who are about to die are also good in their words. She smiled and said, "When the king greets you in a few days, I will ask the king to allow you to go to the Chu country." ”

"Aunt?!" Mi Xuan thought that she had misheard, but she just thought that her tears fell very faithfully, and then the whole person fell on Mi Xuan's knees and cried.

"How can a person who will be a queen in the future cry and cry without manners." Thorn caressed her back, teasing with interest.

"How can Xuan'er be the queen," Mi Xuan raised her head, and couldn't help but say in her teary eyes: "He has enchanted Qi Nu, Yue Nu, and Zhao Nu this year...... "The grievances in my heart have never cried to others, but now that I have said it all, Mi Xuan cried even more miserably after speaking, and she wanted to cry for a long, long time."

"Xuan'er is the queen of Chu." Mi Thorn comforted. "In order to resist the Great Qin, the State of Chu must marry the State of Qi, and also have a good relationship with the Yue people, and the women of Qi and Yue said that they had to marry. Zhao Nu must be the slut who insists on being lamented. The state of Zhao is about to die, and the Zhao people are not planning to ask the state of Chu to send troops, how can they save the country? ”

Because of Zhao Ji, Mi Thorn has always hated Zhao Nu. In fact, most of the Zhao women are lowly, and they often flatter the powerful for the sake of wealth and nobility. Xiong Jing was able to sit on the throne at a young age, maybe Concubine Zhao also fornicated with a powerful minister.

It's almost a certainty! Zhao Nu's obscenity is engraved in the bones, and at any time, anywhere, and in any identity, they can't change their nature as a sex person. Thinking of the obscene Zhao Nu, Mi Thorn hated in his heart. She lifted Mi Xuan's head: "Remember! After marrying into the Chu Palace, he must be cautious. That slut is the Empress Dowager of Chu, and she asked her son to marry Zhao Nu, so she must rob you of the throne. ”

Mi Xuan was talking about his own life experience, and Mi Xuan was at a loss and couldn't understand it at all. Seeing her like this, Mi Thorn knew that she couldn't understand it for the time being, so she could only say again: "You can remember that Zhao ** is vicious, don't be gullible." ”

On the bank of Weishui, the distressed Mi Xuan repeatedly confessed, and Zhao Zheng, who came in a hurry, happened to see this scene: an uncombed woman lay on the knee of the ancestral queen mother Mi Xuan, she was wearing semi-wet profane clothes, waterfall-like hair draped diagonally over her shoulders, and only a thin pure clothes were wrapped outside. She bowed for a while, and when she saw Mi Qian coming over, she stood up and saluted. She is also very beautiful, but when she stands with her, she always feels that something is missing.

Out of Xianyang, Zhao Zheng stood on the car, and there was no canopy on the roof of the car. He had been staring blankly at the woman from a long distance, and he had noticed the difference between her and the man, but he couldn't find the right words to describe the difference. It wasn't until the sun after the rain shone through the clouds on his face that two words flashed in his heart: bright.

The woman gave people the feeling that the sun was as bright as after the rain, and although the delicate facial features were also beautiful, they suddenly looked dull and stingy compared to her.

"Who's that?" Zhao Zheng pointed at the woman and asked loudly, just wanting to keep this bright beauty for a long time.

"That's the ...... of the king" The woman had already turned around, and the temple people around her only saw the queen standing next to the chariot of the Empress Dowager.

"Servant!" Zhao Zheng scolded, and then pointed out that the woman happened to get into a carriage, and everyone only saw a back.

"This, this ......" A temple man hesitated, saw Zhao Zheng glaring at him, and said in a panic: "The king, this may be the son of the daughter." ”

"Mi Xuan?!" Zhao Zheng pronounced out a name. She was supposed to be the queen Miqian's concubine, but she missed the wedding because of a bad illness. After recovering from her illness, she hid in the convoy of the envoys of Jing State, and planned to flee out of the country privately. Fortunately, the Empress Dowager Zu loved her, and there was nothing left except for the symbolic punishment of her father, Xincheng Jun Michang.

It is rumored that King Jing was in love when he saw her, and Wei Zeng, the king of Wei, in order to please King Jing, also found a woman who looked exactly like her and thought that he was a daughter of the clan, and finally gave it to King Jing, King Jing Dayue.

"Meet the King." Seeing Zhao Zheng coming in person, the temple maid hurriedly bowed, but Zhao Zheng didn't seem to hear it. Thirty is not confused, he pays little attention to the affairs of men and women, except for a few concubines in the palace, he has no time to pamper. But Mi Xuan is different, the brightness of that moment just now has been firmly engraved in his mind, lingering.

"Meet my father." Fusu is already six years old, and like Mi Qian, he also has delicate facial features, but his stature is shorter than that of children of the same age.

"No courtesy." Zhao Zheng said in a harmonious voice, he took Fusu's hand and bowed to the Empress Dowager Zu, "Meet the Empress Dowager Zu, dare to ask the Empress Dowager Zu if she is safe?" ”

"The old woman is fine." Mi Thorn smiled when he saw Fusu. "Get up, get up."

She looked at Fusu, and Zhao Zheng's eyes were fixed on Mi Xuan, who had finished dressing up. Her waterfall-like black hair was gone, and it was not tied up at the back of her head, nor was it left to droop when it was over, but like a man's hair on the top of his head, a red cloth half-wrapped around it, revealing a high, folded strand of hair in the middle; Two frenulum straps are pulled from the back of the cloth and knotted under the chin from the back of the ears and down the rounded jade cheeks.

The hair ornament is like this, and the face is not painted with eyebrows and powder, and for some reason the complexion is darker, not as bright and moving as just now, but I feel dignified and generous. If you can't say it's beautiful, if you can't say it's beautiful, you can't find any flaws. Zhao Zheng was a little stunned, if he hadn't witnessed it just now, he would almost have thought that he had recognized the wrong person.