Zhao Yong pushed open the door in front of him, and a strong smell of fireworks came to his nose. The floating elves are beating in front of their eyes, with a vague smell through the refraction of light. He slowly opened his eyes, only seeing the dark hall, but not seeing anything.

He called the names of his attendants twice, and then called Zhao Yi, these two people who had been with him all day long, but there was no figure at the moment. Looking outside, whether it is the towering ancient trees or the wildflowers that can be seen everywhere, there is a hint of familiar smell everywhere, but I can't always think of it. He stepped back, trying to look at the name of the palace, the handwriting was vague, but it also revealed some familiarity.

He touched his waist, and the sword that always accompanied him was not with him. This sword is a treasure given to him by the Zhuo clan, and it is said that a new swordsmith named Mrs. Xu recruited by the Zhuo clan is good at casting daggers, and the weapons he casts are not only sharpened like clay, but also have exquisite styles, and each one is a fine product. It can be called the Ouyezi of the world. Zhao Yong heard that there was such a strange woman, and he said that he would meet him. As a result, when I saw the real person, I realized that this person was a man who stood up to the sky, which really made Zhao Yong cry and laugh.

Zhuo heard that Zhao Yong liked swords, so he asked Mrs. Xu to cast a fine sword and present it to Zhao Yong when he met him. This sword is about three feet long, the body has the pattern of the bird, the handle has the pearl jade of Jiuhua, and the frost blade of the sword body is like a frost flower. Zhao Yong loved it, carried it day and night, and only took it off when he was sleeping, and his name was Chixiao. But at this moment, the sword seemed to disappear.

Zhao Yong called his name twice, and when he saw that no one answered, he had to stiffen his head and walk into the main hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, Zhao Yong was cautious, not daring to make too much noise, raised his head, but saw a person sitting in the middle of the hall. It is extremely tall, not angry and arrogant, with the momentum of a superior person. He sat there, his clothes were covered with dust, and there was a standing tablet in front of him, Zhao Yong's heart jumped, he walked in, and after a closer look, it was not someone else, but his ancestor, Zhao Yuan.

This Zhao Yu is naturally no one else, this person is the ancestor of Zhao State, and he is called Zhao Chengzi. He served Jin Wengong in exile for 19 years, not only helped Jin Wengong get out of danger many times, but also became an important minister of Jin after Chong'er succeeded to the throne, and he and Jin Wengong can also be regarded as brothers-in-law, the two married a pair of sisters of the Qiang people, which also became the foundation of Zhao's foothold in the Jin State.

Zhao Yong was puzzled in his heart, he had been to the Pan Palace of Zhao State many times, and the one who stood in the first place was definitely not this Zhao Chengzi, but the father, and then other ancestors, why this ancestral hall, the first person to worship, was this Zhao Chengzi?

With doubts, Zhao Yong continued to look at it and found that the second sculpture was also very familiar to him, which was Zhao Wenzi Zhao Wu, that is, the famous Zhao orphan in history. It is said that it was Zhao Yuan's dream that allowed Zhao Wu to turn the danger into a disaster, becoming the only bloodline of the Zhao family in the Jin Kingdom, and also becoming an important figure in the revival of the Zhao State.

Zhao Yong looked at Zhao Yuan, and then at Zhao Wu, he didn't know who put the two of them here, but there was a voice in his heart that told him that it was no accident.

Just when he was puzzled, suddenly from outside the main hall, in the garden, there was a beautiful sound of the piano, accompanied by the sound of the piano, and a burst of heavenly words seemed to come. Zhao Yong stopped thinking and walked outside the hall with this voice.

Walking out of the main hall, Zhao Yong followed the sound of the piano just two steps, and saw that in the originally empty courtyard, suddenly there was an extra pavilion, around the pavilion, full of crape myrtle flowers, and there was a stone table in the pavilion, there was a guqin on the stone table, and behind the guqin, there seemed to be a young woman sitting, Zhao Yong was frightened, thinking who this woman was, and she would appear here.

was about to ask, but the woman played the strings again, and while playing the piano, she also sang: "Beauty is beautiful, Yan Ruoyuan is glorious!" Fate is fate, I have won without me! "Crape myrtle flowers, the gist of this lyric is probably that I look so beautiful, like crape myrtle flowers, waiting for my favorite person to pick me.

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yong was a little puzzled, thinking that whose woman was so bold. But he didn't care about speaking, walked directly into the pavilion, tore open the curtains, and saw a beautiful woman, sitting dignified behind the guqin, looking at him with a smile, like crape myrtle blossoms.

Just as he wanted to get closer, he heard a deep voice shouting: "Zhao Yong! ”

Zhao Yong sat up suddenly, and looked over again, the curtain was lower, the candlestick was still swaying, and the Chixiao was still lying on the shelf. The hall was brightly lit, and there were two maids standing at the entrance of the hall, one of whom was still a little dozing off, and his body was still a little shaky. When he turned around, he saw Han Qian's curvy white jade skin beside him, exuding an attractive aura. As if feeling the difference, she slowly opened her eyes and saw Zhao Yong sitting there looking at her blankly, she also slowly got up and asked in a daze; "King, this is ......"

Zhao Yong shook his head and put on clothes for her. Han Qian's body is very weak, she is very easy to get sick, and she has always been inseparable from Bian Que's care. Han Qian enjoyed Zhao Yong's love, her whole body was attached to his body, her hands wrapped around Zhao Yong from behind, and she murmured, "The king is having a nightmare?" Can you talk to the kids? ”

"I don't know." Zhao Yong sorted out his mood, "If you don't count the call in the back, I'm afraid it's a spring dream." ”

"Spring dreams?" Han Qian laughed and pasted Zhao Yong closer, "But do you dream of other beauties?" ”

"Hmm." Zhao Yong nodded, "I can't see it very clearly through things, I just remember that the voice is tactful and very beautiful." Alas, I really don't know what to do with this dream? Maybe I visited Daling a few days ago, and I dreamed about it. ”

Han Qian's eyes turned and leaned her head on Zhao Yong's smooth back, "Your Excellency must be thinking about the princess of Chu who has not yet come." ”

Zhao Yong smiled slightly, grabbed Han Qian's jade hand, and kissed it on the side of the mouth. gently stopped Han Qian, hugged her in his arms, and lay down on the bed again. Han Qian knew that Zhao Yong actually had no expectations for this princess of Chu State, and it seemed that for Zhao Yong, who believed in absolute power, this kind of relationship maintained by women was insignificant at all. This is also the reason why Han Qian never asks about political affairs. Even if the Korean envoy visited, he rarely came to Han Qian directly, but contacted through the minister, and Han Qian also directly asked Zhao Yong to raise the matter, and as for how to deal with it, he never dared to ask. This may be the reason why Zhao Yong has always respected her.

It's just that a woman's sense of crisis is innate. Whether it is time or feelings, they are their enemies, because she can't wait to bring Meng Yao in, as for visiting Daling, going to Pan Palace, and watching dances, they are all plays arranged by her, hoping that Zhao Yong can dream of this scene and achieve her final goal.

"King, let's go to Wu Zhu and interpret the dream." She muttered.

It took a long time for Han Qian to hear that low "um" sound.

"If someone is in the mountains, he will be taken by Xue Lixi."

"Both smiling and smiling, Zi Muyu is good and slender."

"Take the red leopard from the civet dog, and the Xinyi car will tie the laurel flag."

"Du Heng was taken by Shi Lanxi, and he was left behind."

The girl was chattering while packing up her things, bronze mirrors, jade ornaments, one by one, and someone would put them in her luggage tomorrow. But these are the things she uses old, no matter how rich she is about to reach the destination, with these things, there is always a thought.

She sat slowly in front of the bronze mirror, ** her delicate skin, the beautiful jade man in it was not like the cheerful woman before, no one thought that she would get married so soon. But what he can't accept the most is that the person who is about to get married is not close at hand, but far away. Maybe she will never forget that day, her father told her, you, Mi Xi, want to represent the state of Chu and marry Handan.

"Why Ji'er?" Mi Xi's crying red eyes looked at his beloved father, what was the reason why he had to bear to marry himself so far away. In the north, there is no dense water network in Yingdu, no cruise ships ferrying here, and no lazy rain, some may just be the scorching sun, the scorching land, and the smiling faces that have never been seen.

Zhaowu ** with her satin-like long hair, looking at the most beloved daughter in front of him, he thought that he was just a nobleman, and it was a matter for princesses to be married, as long as Mi Xi could get married earlier, he would find a suitable man to marry in Chu State and accompany him.

However, people are not as good as heaven, and Zhao Guo came to propose. If it is according to the previous etiquette, when the princess of Zhao State marries the King of Chu, but the only princess of Zhao State is still in infancy, naturally it can't, because of the increasingly tense relationship between Chu and Qin State, he also wants to fight with Zhao State to fight against Qin State, after all, compared to Qi State, Zhao Guosheng is close to Qin State, and they can help each other, so they also agree to this family business. Since you agree, then there is a feasible way for Chu to marry a Chu girl, and if you choose to choose, you will pick Mi Xi. One is that Zhaowu is a nobleman of Chu State, with the same surname as the King of Chu, and the princess can be regarded as sisters, and he will not disgrace the identity of King Zhao; Second, Mi Ji is also of the same age and looks more beautiful, so she naturally became the only candidate.

"My father doesn't want my son to go away, but the state affairs are getting urgent, my father, as a minister of Chu, if he can't do national affairs, how can he dare to say that he is the queen of Chu? It's just that I've wronged you. ”

Regardless of the Qin State's occupation of Bashu, it has become a swooping trend for the Chu State, and it is not difficult to attack the Chu State by going down the river; Mi Xi didn't care that Zhaoyang was stationed in Fangcheng on the front line, and at the same time wrote a letter to persuade his younger brother to agree to this matter, not to disobey the will of the king of Chu; She didn't care, Zhaowu was scolded by the king of Chu for a while, and even kicked him. She only knew that the kid surnamed Song was no longer her other half. In this life and this life, I can only be like a witch who has never seen a mountain ghost, and in the rainy night, "I am suspicious".

She raised her head and looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror, who was already in tears, and suddenly flipped the bronze mirror to the ground, and cried bitterly on it.

Cry, tomorrow is the end of the world, the hometown is far away, and I miss the long road.

suddenly found a major problem, I didn't notice it before, South Korea is surnamed Ji, so Han Qian, Han Chan and others should be called Ji Qian, Ji Chan, sin and sin.

(End of chapter)