The battle between the Zhou-Chu coalition army and the Qin army was hot, and the Great Zhou Praetorian Guard army was in Lintong Pass, less than 600 miles away from Xianyang. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But the Qin people were still calm, Xu was a habit of many years of war, and when the war came, according to the official decree, it was nothing more than the price of rice and grain increased, and the curfew was extended.

Moreover, the two big weddings in March were held as usual, and although the national treasury was not able to come up with a lot of extravagance due to the tightening of the treasury due to the war, the wealthy prince still arranged a fantastic wedding venue.

The glass pendant is hung all over the courtyard, and the candle with the copper lampshade is set up, and the light is deflected in one direction, and under the blue scene, the glass pendant shines like a star in the night sky.

"Miss, you really should go and see, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has turned it into a starry sky, and the slaves and maids don't want to leave."

Meng Qian smiled and listened to the maid praising her wedding venue. This should have been a man's home field, but it was a matter for Zhao Zheng to be enjoyed by both men and women.

Not only did the venue move from the dreary Xianyang Palace to the hot spring palace on the outskirts of the city, but even the guests also increased with many female dependents.

"Alas, it's a pity that Jiaojiao can't go to see it together, it's all his father's fault, what kind of relationship does he have with Cheng Jiao, it has to be a character like my husband to be worthy of her."

Meng Qian blushed suddenly, where is it her business to be in charge of whether Cheng Jiao is worthy of Shang Lu Jiao, and it is not appropriate to mix Zhao Zheng into it.

"I almost forgot, I promised Sister Ying Qi that my husband wouldn't let him mess with flowers and grass, how could I still want to introduce women to him."

On the other hand, I thought in my heart, "Jiaojiao is my good sister, and good sisters share a husband, just like Empress E, isn't it also a beautiful talk?" ”

The two villains seemed to be about to fight in Meng Qian's head, she was disturbed, and shook her head violently, but forgot that the maid was grooming her, and Dai Mei immediately crossed a line.

"Slaves deserve to die, slaves deserve to die."

The little maid immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, waking Meng Qian up from the entanglement.

It is clearly visible in the glass mirror that the eyebrows are like a hideous scar, from the corner of the eyebrows to the root of the ear, as if cutting a piece of jade.

"It turns out that I don't have a big heart, Jiaojiao, I can only bless you." Meng Qian muttered.

Two brothers, two good sisters, the wedding on the same day, but not in the same place, Zhao Zhengqiangang was arbitrary, got rid of all weekly rituals, and put the wedding time at noon, and the normal should be dusk.

Zichu surprisingly did not object, so that he could just attend Zhao Zheng's wedding at noon and Cheng Jiao's wedding in the afternoon.

Lu Fu, the best tailor of the Bashi firm in Shuzhong, is tailoring Lu Jiao and holding more than a dozen headdresses for her to choose from.

Gold, silver and jewelry, magnificent, but Lu Jiao frowned, even if she wore a wedding dress sewn with gold wire, the person she married was not what she wanted, how could she be happy.

"Go down, I'm tired."

waved everyone away, Lu Jiao sat alone in the room, and unconsciously changed into the new clothes she secretly bought from the strange building.

Tight trousers, not even open, short tops outline the curves, and then put on a tweed coat and calfskin rubber-soled shoes. It's like a modern woman.

"It's good to have a wavy hairstyle for this outfit, but unfortunately I can't perm my hair, so I have to retreat and comb a ponytail."

Lu Jiao smiled and looked at her face from the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and called this dress "freedom" in the strange building. The collar and mouth of the clothes are all close-fitting designs, and there is really a feeling of freedom when you wear them.

"Will he meet me?"

Lu Jiao was nervous, but finally asked the maid to send the letter to the Hot Spring Palace.

In March, the weeping willows grow tender buds, swaying in the spring breeze, showing their waists. On the riverside on the outskirts of Xianyang, Zhao Zheng looked blankly at the weeping willows swaying in the wind, thinking about why Lü Buwei asked him to meet in such a place, and said that there was something important to discuss.

Then there was a carriage, and from time to time there was the sound of laughter between men and women, and the willows by the river were clearly a place for lovers to have a tryst.

"What time is it?" Zhao Zheng asked impatiently.

Wei Huo was holding a telescope, with a lewd smile on his face, and the eyes in the lens were staring directly at the three girls in the distance, dressed in "free" clothes, convex and backward.

"It's almost noon, wait another three minutes, and Lao Tzu will cut off your little head."

In order not to attract attention, Zhao Zheng only brought Wei Huo to guard him alone when he went out this time, and of course there was a shadow guard to protect him secretly. But the guards on the bright side are too unprofessional, and they forget their duties when they have beautiful women.

Wei Huo lowered his body coldly, put down the binoculars with a sneer, and said: "Lord, take a look, those three girls, the figure is really amazing, that ass, that *** is really mouthwatering." ”

"Virtue, still salivating, I'll see."

The beauty is delicious, and the right is to cultivate sentiment, but as the prince of Qin, the face still has to be taken into account, Zhao Zheng climbed into the car, opened a gap, and secretly looked out.

"Yes, yes, I even know how to match small leather shoes, praise."

"It's a pity that it's not a big wave, otherwise it would be on the Paris fashion show."

Wei Huo looked in the direction of Zhao Zheng, and was startled, and his head couldn't help shrinking, this was not the direction of the three girls just now.

Judging from the style of the carriage, the other party must be a woman from a powerful family, when Zhao Zheng is about to get married, he secretly came to the suburbs to peep at other unmarried women, even if no one dares to say anything, don't be so ugly.

Wei Huo was anxious to stop Zhao Zheng.

"Free" clothes were not the food of aristocratic women, and such clothes displayed by kabuki were criticized by the aristocracy, and even if some aristocratic women liked them, they only dared to wear them at home. openly dressed out to go out, they are all ordinary women or courtesans in Qinglou.

"Let's go"

In the carriage, Zhao Zheng stretched out his head and suddenly shouted.

Wei Huo didn't think much about it, jumping into the carriage and putting it on the horse's ass was a whip.

The horse was in pain, the carriage ran quickly, and the carriage that was peeped at by Zhao Zheng just now also followed, Wei Huo was shocked, could it be that Zhao Zheng provoked some chaste martyr, it is not right, where will the chaste martyr show her head, not to mention wearing the clothes of the strange building.

Perhaps God wanted to punish the pair of pervert master and servant, the carriage pressed against a stone, and suddenly the reins broke with a jolt, and the body could only stop.

"I'm afraid, my lord, you are now the prince of Qin, and there are countless women in Xianyang City who want to marry you, it's just a big deal to have more concubines."

Wei Huo jumped out of the carriage as he spoke, looking at who dared to chase the carriage of the prince of Qin, and almost had a car accident.

"Brother Zheng, you're running so fast!"

With such a familiar voice, Wei Huo took two steps forward, the curtain opened, he was taken aback, and exclaimed at the carriage: "Lu ...... It's Miss Lu! ”

Zhao Zheng covered his head with a dark face, of course he knew that he would not run away otherwise, but he didn't expect Lu Jiao to ask himself out in the name of Lu Buwei, what his intentions were.

"Brother Zheng, what's wrong with your head?" Lu Jiao pointed to the big bag on Zhao Zheng's forehead and smiled.

Zhao Zheng was a little embarrassed, kicked on Wei Huo's buttocks, and scolded: "Unstable driving, do you have a driver's license, a fine of 200, and ten days of detention." ”

Wei Huo scratched his head in embarrassment and stepped aside, the next thing was not what he should know, the future Mrs. Chang'anjun secretly met the prince before marriage, this peachy news is an eye-catching thing at any time.

"Hehe, it turned out to be Jiaojiao, you are dressed so beautifully, are you going to see the second brother?"

Zhao Zheng scratched his head, seeing Wei Huo fleeing, the embarrassing atmosphere was even stronger, he could only pretend to be stupid and hope to send Lu Jiao away.

Lu Jiao stroked her sideburns and smiled: "Brother Zheng, am I beautiful?" ”