Outside the palace.

The moon is in the willow tops, and the moon is surprisingly bright, surprisingly vain, and surprisingly vast.

Ban Que changed into the costume of a Qin State maid, secretly went out of the palace with his personal maid, and met with the envoys of Chu State who were waiting at the post station, and said as soon as he entered the house: "The King of Qin has seen me, why don't you agree?"

"Ouch, Your Highness Princess."

That Chuchen's face was full of folds, and there was a thin layer of oil sweat under the lamp and candle, and his face was full of embarrassment with this drudgery.

I don't know where to start.

Ban Bird's head was raised high, like a proud open-screen peacock, "You have to find a way."

He sighed and said, "King Qin has seen you, not you who looks up, who can make King Qin look up, nor you who looks down, a woman, King Qin doesn't need to bow his head, it's just that above the main hall, King Qin has eyes, he sees you, and he also sees Weichen, he only sees it, it's nothing."

"Princess Ben said, you have to find a way."

She walked the most dignified Chu step, which was a double shadow of tenderness, and half-sneered, "If I hadn't taken the opportunity to react, the hall suddenly pretended to be sick and came to the Qin Kingdom, you are afraid that you will live in this post station all day long, and you don't know how to talk to the King of Qin."

"Alas, it's difficult, it's hard to get to the sky."

When the envoys came to the Qin State, it could not be said that they were not targeted everywhere, and they could only sigh.

600,000 troops came to the city, with the determination to break the axe.

This is the time to sum.

He doesn't even have any bottom in his heart, isn't this carving a boat for a sword?

Ban Que twisted her waist with her hands, the moon moved the shadow of the flowers, it was a tender look, she Wu Nong said in a low voice: "Tell me, why can't King Qin see this princess, isn't this princess beautiful?"

"Beautiful."

The envoy replied casually, not even thinking about raising his eyes to look at the princess, his eyes looked extremely vague and illusory, just like the moonlight that Ban Que was in a hurry and frightened today.

She came up in a rage, and rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, just about to get angry.

But I saw the envoy's lips trembling, weaving anxiety and sorrow.

The state of Chu is about to be gone.

Unless the gods do send down miracles, what is the use of her beauty?

Ban Que's beautiful eyes dimmed little by little, and he sat down on the cushion, unable to care about any image. The tip of the nose is sore, and the eyes are moist.

"I heard that Queen Qin is beautiful and unparalleled, and she has won the favor of King Qin, which can be described as a collection of thousands of favors, can I compare with her, have you seen Queen Qin, am I beautiful or she is beautiful?"

"Ouch, people are a ***, pregnant, if you are a concubine, you must be the king of Qin in the future, she is the goddess worshiped by the Qin people, in the harem, how can ordinary people see each other, is it still beautiful, not beautiful, princess, it's now this time, don't be coquettish...... That's it."

Halfway through the envoy's speech, he saw the beauty sitting alone under the lamp crying, which was really as fragile as glass.

It was as if he would melt into what he seemed to have if he said more.

The envoy's throat was jammed.

This noble lord has a good birth, and if you want to say things that don't go well in this life, it's really almost nothing.

What's going on?

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, opened his mouth, and couldn't even spit out half a word of relief.

Now that the national crisis is present, respect and inferiority, up and down, everything has become blurred.

The envoy was gone, leaving Ban Que alone.

Ban Que was infinitely sad, and walked into the courtyard, and after a long time of moonlight, he felt so tired and tired, so he climbed down, shone on the wall creeper, and pounced on it, motionless.

When it comes to people, it is painful, skin-to-skin sensation.

She took out a white jade wrench from her arms, there was a gap on it, and the fingertips pressed on the notch, which was the trace left by the owner of the wrench, and there was still a residual temperature on it, which was the temperature of a man.

Ban Que hangs down her long eyelashes.

It flutters constantly, like a fish paddling in water.

She looked down and sniffed.

Flavor.

That night, the fire was in the sky, and it burned for most of the day, and everyone in the wine shop in Chu State stood on the street and looked up in that direction, what direction was that.

Orient.

Whether it is Zhu Rong who came into the world.

There was a boisterous and rare silence from all of them.

Orange light was imprinted on their cheeks, and they stood motionless, like orange glazed terracotta warriors.

More and more people are heading to the East.

The world was so hungry for light and warmth, but Ban Que smelled the smell of grease and trees burning together, indescribably choking and pungent, and she was about to walk back to the attic, passing by a bridge, and stopped.

Admire your own reflection on the river.

It's so beautiful, cardamom years, even more beautiful, such good years, such beautiful girls. If you have to use it to get married.

She is definitely not going to marry a cripple.

So who to marry?

Gotta be the real king.

He has unparalleled martial arts, handsome and tall, in a high position, with a broad mind like the sea, and most importantly, he must make the people of the world happy and convinced. Grandpa didn't let her, a woman, participate in the god worship ceremony, and speculated that her fate and water did not match.

But when the class bird comes out, it is preferred to be by the river.

With a few awkward gambles, not only gambling on this, but also gambling on him to match himself to a cripple.

There are people on the bridge.

Ban Que raised his head and chest, and after admiring it alone, he walked to the riverside. She easily looked up and saw him, as the man in the mask got out of the carriage.

He was eight feet tall, with tiger arms and bee waist, and the power that erupted out of the air was like a mountain that could not be shaken.

The black silhouette he fell under the extreme splendor made the banqi seem to fall into the water, soaked in the ocean.

She shook her beautiful body, upward, upward, and a little closer to him. The animalistic rendering was opened, crawling around him like a worm.

The man's face was carved with a knife, and he turned his head and threw something out.

"Poof."

Ban Que was smashed awake, maybe the sky was too gorgeous, too gorgeous, and it would always give people a different feeling of fatality and unwillingness.

The man quickly got into the carriage, but Ban Que was in a trance for a long time.

She had a feeling of full-bodied nothingness, as if she was still sinking in the river, turning into currents, turning into algae, turning into the crest of the waves on which the boat was, and dancing with him incessantly.

She's so crazy.

She ordered the guards, excited and incoherent: "Go, go to the water, go to the water, fish, fish, fish....."

The notch wrench was fished up.

The man's.

Ban Que held his breath and flicked his fingers three times, so as to abandon all the worldly tastes, and then took a deep breath, light like a fish, swimming all over the world, to be windy, to rain.

The man.

The goddess said that he was in the north and had a strange soul.

"What kind of soul is that?"

"Dragon Soul."

Who else could it be?

Ying Zheng, Zhao Zheng.

This is the king she is looking for.

The king of Qin, the future co-lord of the world.

Ban Que touched the wrench, it was the smoothness of the moisturizing ironing, she was sure that he was the man she wanted to marry, she was desperate, endured all the hardships and endured the hardships, and came to the Qin country, which was thousands of miles away.

She wants to bloom her youth and bloom her beauty towards this man.

She was supposed to be a man like this.

There was a lot of noise outside, and the cacophony pulled her out of her thoughts, and Ban Que quickly put away the wrench and walked out.

Outside, there was a line of palace guards.

They were covered in iron, pinned to their waists was the fastest sword of Great Qin, and the jade pendant they wore was glory and loyalty.

The black smoke from the torches was a dark cloud rising.

Ban Finch

's eyes skimmed inch by inch, their own maids who were tied by them, gagged with towels and cloths, and feared and uneasy, as well as their beloved goddess-in-law who had been with them since childhood.

They were all brought by her from the Chu State, and it was her reliance and her face.

A word of "boldness" must be pronounced.

But this is the Qin State.

She is a criminal minister of the dying country, and she has no reliance, let alone face.

She opened her eyes and looked at the burly leader, this leader was Changshi Mengyi, who was in charge of the royal city guards, as well as all external affairs around the King of Qin.

When he saw him, the look in his eyes even made Ban Que feel that he was not a woman: "The princess is in good health, please go back."

"Go back, wow, where to go?"

Ban Que was dressed as a maid, her back was straight, she supported her body and face, and said to Meng Yi, "Aren't you going back, will you come back?"

The state of Chu was defeated.

She would also become a captive of the Qin State.

The princess is not a princess, and she is no different from those ordinary people. She didn't want to go back, she stayed here, stayed in the palace, and stayed by King Qin's side.

Meng Yi was still cold: "Princess, please go back."

"Woo."

At this time, the goddess was stuffed with a cloth towel in her mouth and whimpered, because she understood the humiliation, and still encouraged her with her old eyes.

Granny God nodded, then shook her head again.

Ban Que bit his lip and tongue, trying to taste the taste of blood to quench the pain in another place.

She held her head high and walked into the night with a group of untied maids.

Ban Que couldn't have imagined.

She will meet Queen Qin in an unexpected way.

Just outside the palace.

Qin Guo has a well-known open mouth, open his mouth to tell stories in the Discussion Pavilion, attracting tourists to flock to him, Ban Que took a fancy to a building with a wide field of vision, but was responded by Xiao Er in a tone that was not salty or light: "There are distinguished guests there, and no amount of gold can be used."

"How expensive, honored?"

Xiao Er smiled and guided the other Accord, and when he heard this, he thought for a moment, "It's bigger than the sky."

How big the sky is, and who can be bigger than the sky?

Ban Que thought to himself that if it was true, these monstrous people, the wild people had never seen some of the big world, and they just said it casually.

She was about to make a sarcastic remark.

But there was an intuition in my heart that I couldn't touch my head and couldn't grasp the tail.

A woman's intuition.

She looked back at the gate, and there was a faint silhouette of a girl.

Walking in unexpectedly smooth, Banque came in and smelled the fragrance of flowers, thick and elegant charm, flowers with different styles, piled up full of color, regardless of priority, competing for beauty, and those who can name can not be named.

It's all here.

In the midst of the intoxicating fragrance of flowers sat a young girl, whose shadow was blocked by a noble old woman with silver hair before she could trace it.

The old woman's wrinkles are the same as her conversation, precipitating the charm of the years, "You are here, the mother is waiting for you here."

The old woman was gone, and Ban Que rarely hesitated.

She kind of regretted coming here.

I don't know if it's because of these beautiful and attractive flowers, or because of the girl sitting by the window.

"We met before, do you remember?"