Women's clothes are like men's armor, which can give men the courage to face thousands of armies, while women's clothes can give women the courage to face men.

Just like Zhao Ji now.

Zhao Ji, who put on her clothes again, is no longer a very lazy kitten because she is full of food and drink, and she has become a hideous tiger in the crown dress of the queen mother.

"You're bold." At dusk, Zhao Ji, who was transparent from the inside out, greeted the afterglow of the setting sun and said to Yang Ming beside him.

"The Queen Mother wants to say that I am cowardly?" Yang Ming, who only felt light, asked rhetorically.

"Isn't it? You say, how should the mourners punish you? Zhao Ji turned around and looked at the young man in front of him who had been on a blind date with him not long ago.

"Everything is up to the Queen Mother." Yang Ming, who knew what Zhao Ji wanted to hear, said very cooperatively.

"What if the mourning family lets you enter the palace and stays by the mourning family as an internal servant?" Zhao Jifeng's eyes were slightly raised, and he said coldly.

"That's not going to work." Yang Ming shook his head again and again, who is the servant in this era, of course Yang Ming knows that as a man, although he can take many knives and don't care, there is only one kind of knife that can never be beaten, even if there is only one knife.

"The mourning family is the queen mother, and the words of the mourning family are the order, do you want to resist the order?" Zhao Ji said with a pretty face and a calm tone.

"I don't have the guts to resist the order." Yang Ming said.

Zhao Ji's face softened slightly when she heard this, of course she didn't really want Yang Ming to be an internal servant, even if Yang Ming was willing, she was reluctant to do it herself, she just wanted to test Yang Ming's attitude towards herself, fortunately, Yang Ming's answer was quite satisfactory to her.

It's just that Zhao Ji was too satisfied, and only heard Yang Ming continue: "But I still have the courage to escape." ”

"You can't escape the palm of the mourner's hand." When Zhao Ji heard this, her willow eyebrows were upside down, but she really had a bit of a murderous posture.

"It's hard to say, my light skills are very good, and there are not many people in the world who can catch up with me." Yang Ming seemed to be a little stunned and said.

"You ......" Zhao Ji pointed at Yang Ming with one hand and covered her chest with the other, feeling a little aggrieved inexplicably: We are already like that, can't you speak according to the meaning of the mourning family? Could it be that you really think that the mourning family will let you enter the palace as a chamberlain?

"Just kidding, even if the Queen Mother drives me away, I won't leave." Yang Ming stretched his arms, took Zhao Ji into his arms, hugged Zhao Ji's powerful waist, and his palm was already attached to the plump but elastic lower abdomen.

Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming in a daze, forgetting Fang Cai's anger for a while, in her sight, Yang Ming said: "You don't know, I came all the way from Zhao Kingdom, parted ways with a friend when I was in Luoyi, and came to Xianyang alone. ”

"At that time, I was thinking, is it really worth it for me to give up so much to come to Xianyang?" Yang Ming recalled the scene when Luo Shui was separated.

"And now?" Between the blessings and the heart, Zhao Ji seemed to become smart in an instant.

"Now I've found a reason to drive myself to Xianyang. It turned out that it was worth it. Yang Ming looked down at Zhao Ji, and in that glamorous, even bewitching face, Yang Ming saw a familiar taste, just like the smell of the startled salamander and the purple girl.

"Why?" Zhao Ji asked, she didn't notice, her voice seemed to tremble a little.

"It's the Queen Mother." In Zhao Ji's line of sight, Yang Ming's face was already close to his line of sight.

"Hmm." With a clear groan, Zhao Ji let go of all her defenses, and her two white and tender arms were already wrapped around Yang Ming's waist.

After a long time, Zhao Ji was freed.

There were two blushes between her cheeks, her hair was a little messy, and the so-called majesty had disappeared, Zhao Ji, who looked at Yang Ming, didn't know what she thought, and showed a mischievous look, and said, "You once said that the mourning family is like your little aunt, and that's how you treat your little aunt?" ”

"Actually, I still haven't told the Queen Mother a word at that time." In the face of Zhao Ji's ridicule, Yang Ming said without changing his face.

"What are you hiding?" Zhao Ji asked, knowing that Yang Ming might be about to say some nonsense again, but she was faintly looking forward to those nonsense.

"I forgot to tell the Queen Mother, in fact, I had a dream when I was very young, that is, to marry my little aunt and let her become my woman." Yang Ming said with a smile.

"You?" Zhao Ji was stunned and said, she had thought about it for a long time, how could she think of such an answer.

"Thank you, Queen Mother, you made my dream come true." Yang Ming laughed, his palms had already slipped on both sides of Zhao Ji's waist, and his arms were slightly forced, and Zhao Ji had been lifted high.

"You? Quickly put down the mourning family. Zhao Ji, who was lifted by Yang Ming, shouted in panic, in a panic, her arms danced uncontrollably, until she hugged Yang Ming's head, and her heart was a little calm, but the palpitations in her heart made her hug Yang Ming's head tightly, and for a while, Yang Ming only felt that her mouth, nose and eyes had fallen into a softness.

When Zhao Ji's feet touched the ground again, Zhao Ji let out a long sigh of relief, covering her heart with a jade hand, only to feel that her heart was beating hard.

I saw that at this time, Zhao Ji's sideburns were slanted, and her graceful posture still had a coquettish atmosphere that had not dissipated, and the style between the corners of her eyebrows became more and more intense, and a pair of phoenix eyes were like peach blossoms falling into the spring water, rippling layers of ripples.

Thinking of Fang Cai's panic, Zhao Ji couldn't help but glared at Yang Ming angrily, a pair of phoenix eyes could be described as murderous, but Yang Ming just looked at Zhao Ji, as if he was completely immersed in Zhao Ji's charm, didn't say a word, just watched so quietly, and seemed to be completely immersed in Zhao Ji's charm.

In this wordless gaze, I don't know how long it has been, and the silence has been broken for a long time with a "flutter", and a pretty face is already as delicate as a flower, smiling: "You little scoundrel." ”

"Alas, now that I think about it, the mourning family is your big mistake." Zhao Ji said, her expression revealing a shallow sadness.

Although for various reasons, in the end, it was Zhao Ji who took the initiative to choose to take that step, but now when that desire subsides, Zhao Ji can see a hint of it when she thinks back to the past.

Of course, she had that mind, but Yang Ming was not tempting her.

For Zhao Ji's words, Yang Ming can only choose to be silent, as Zhao Ji said, to a certain extent, Zhao Ji is indeed fooled by himself, but such a person, if he denies it, he will inevitably seem deceitful, and if he admits it, he will be proud, which is not good.

"You must be proud now, aren't you?" Zhao Ji saw that Yang Ming did not answer, and the anger in her emotions was ignited again, although Zhao Ji at this time had the happiness after wanton indulgence, but there was no fear, after all, she had stepped into a strange world before.

"Why are you proud?" Yang Ming asked.

"Isn't it worth the pride of a man like you to let the mourning queen mother be happy under her?" Zhao Ji said with a little anger and a little resentment.

"Why did the Queen Mother say that? Obviously, I am happy in ......" Yang Ming pretended to be aggrieved.

"You?" Zhao Ji pointed at Yang Ming angrily, her full chest rose and fell violently, and she didn't know what to say for a while, because in her mind, a picture of Fang Cai had emerged uncontrollably, fashionable and easy to say in the bath, but then, it seemed that it was really as Yang Ming said.

Yang Ming stretched out his hand and grasped Zhao Ji's fingers, looking at Zhao Ji in front of him, Yang Ming couldn't help but be a little happy, fortunately, it was not too late for him to come to Xianyang, and Zhao Ji had not yet transformed into the wanton, domineering and brainless Empress Dowager Zhao.

"Ugh." Catching up with Yang Ming's gentle and pitying gaze, all of Zhao Ji's anger finally turned into a faint sigh, "I just hope you won't let the mourning family regret today's events in the future." ”

Zhao Ji is not a big woman like Empress Dowager Xuan after all, Empress Dowager Xuan regards the so-called rules as nothing with a so-called self-respecting spirit, but Zhao Ji is just a little woman, she has the desire to indulge, but she also has the fear of indulgence, she struggles with her own desires and fears.

If in Zhao Ji's body, it is fear that defeats desire, then she may become a passing queen mother, but if her desire defeats fear, she will become an unscrupulous and domineering person, and finally go to an irreparable place because of her own desires.

And Yang Ming is lucky, the time when he came to Xianyang is the time when Zhao Ji's life changes, if he comes too early, Zhao Ji is still using the paradigm of the queen mother in his understanding to regulate himself, and he will not and dare not take a step beyond Lei Chi, if he comes at night, the Zhao Ji he meets may be the stupid queen mother who fell in indulgence.

As the last ray of sunlight disappeared from Xishan, Zhao Ji tidied up her dress and said to Yang Ming: "You should leave, let the startled salamander go back with you tonight." ”

"Salamander?" Yang Ming said unexpectedly: "Is this a reward?" ”

"Reward?" Zhao Ji was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then smiled: "Yes, this is your reward, I see that you have served the mourning family quite well." ”

"Then I will thank the Queen Mother." Yang Ming said with a smile.

"Cut, no sincerity." Zhao Ji sneered, but he accepted Yang Ming's gratitude calmly.

The starry sky in summer is very bright, but even at night in Guanzhong in June, the temperature is quite scorching, Zhao Ji in the dormitory sits in front of the wide dresser, and under the service of Yuanli, she has removed the golden hairpin in her hair and wiped the remaining rouge between her lips with water.

Looking at the reflection of the bronze mirror in Yanbi Huajiao, Zhao Ji was in a trance, is this herself?

Maybe there's really nothing wrong with the mourning family, right?

It's just that it seems to be a little hot, but Yang Ming's place doesn't seem to be hot at all, by the way, his body is cold and comfortable.