This is Zheng Li's ninth year in the Qin Palace.

When she was seventeen years old, she married him in the grand scene of the marriage of the country.

The twenty-year-old King Yingzheng of Qin has not yet been in power.

No one knew what would happen next, and no one seemed to be optimistic about this "near-nothing" king.

The court has a minister of the country, Lu Buwei, and there is no need for too many rulers.

She never smiled after coming to Qin. Everyone thought that she had a sweetheart when she was in the Chu State, so she didn't love Yingzheng.

What's more, it is said that in order to make her smile, Ying Zheng spared no expense to invite Zheng Di's cooks and musicians.

But who knows, the scene of the high platform was seen from afar.

The surrounding environment is as cold as frost and snow. The man from above gave him a staring gaze—one that shifted from sharp to direct, to scrutiny, and finally, to a peaceful look at her.

Zheng Li didn't expect that she would meet those eyes.

The flickering candlelight flickered on the high platform, neither bright nor dark, just enough to light up his figure and appearance.

The moment she raised her head, she admitted that she was wrong, the rumored ugly and hideous King Qin had the appearance of a shocking dragon.

He was slender and straight, and his gaze was not threatening and angry, and he was not subdued. Such a king was something she had never seen in Korea, and even the state of Chu did not seem to have one.

She was stunned, forgetting what she was going to say next.

Ying Zheng bypassed the incense-burning tiger striped dragon bronze tripod in the hall and walked towards her.

"Why don't you speak? But the journey is tiring, or is the widow scared you? ”

Ying Zheng got closer and closer to her, and he stood in front of her. Outside the window, the plum sifted the moon shadow and hung upside down.

She held her breath and bit her lip, not knowing what to answer. She still hung her head.

Suddenly, a powerful aura instantly gathered three inches above his head that was hanging in the air.

She felt him lean over slowly, his fingertips tingling with the chill of late autumn.

Winter in Qin always comes earlier than in Chu in the south.

Ying Zheng touched her skin, thin as a cicada's wings, first the tips of her index finger, then the slender fingers slid to her jaw, and then as his entire palm rested on the back of his neck. He felt her tremble uncontrollably.

"You're so afraid of me?" His voice sank.

"No, it's not." Zheng Li saw that his expression was no longer as comfortable as just now.

"You," he was stunned, "forgot?" ”

Forgot?

What forgot? Zheng Li didn't know what he was talking about.

At this moment, the hesitation was captured by Ying Zheng, and his expression turned back to detachment. He hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed at himself in his heart: Who can remember the Handan proton on the street that day. What everyone is afraid of is not today's King of Qin, but a powerful Qin State, Lü Buwei.

The deer in Zheng Li's heart, which was constantly bumping, finally quieted down. She reminded herself of her mother's advice that she always remembered - Yingzheng was the king of Qin and the monarch of the army of tigers and wolves. Whether it is flattering or flattering, he will always be the king, and he will never be your husband, nor will he be the one you can afford.

She wore a heavy wedding dress, held the edict and picture album of the king of Chu, and presented it to her king respectfully. "The concubine is from the Chu country. Meet the King of Great Qin. ”

Ying Zheng didn't answer, raised her chin contemptuously, and said lightly: "I heard that the palace people said that you are very reluctant?" ”

Zheng Li's doubts had not yet been spoken, and she saw the long sword on Ying Zheng's body. How can anyone get married and still carry a sword on his back? She froze in place for a moment. That's right, where they are getting married, it's clear that it's a deal.

She was just a tool to bring maps to the Chu State.

He approached her and lifted her by the waist. "Your father is right, you are indeed a beauty. Whether you like it or not, when you come to the Qin Palace, you have to be happy. ”

That night, Ying Zheng tossed her indifferently, and she had a very bad time.

She thought about it, how could King Yingzheng, who was a barbarian king, respect her as much as she thought.

She is just a transaction between countries, a plaything that Yingzheng can easily obtain.

She never thought he would be her husband.

But Yingzheng doesn't seem to think so.

Soon after, she became pregnant.

At this time, the Qin State planned the land of the princes day and night.

She thought that the country of Chu was rich and rich, and the country of Qin did not have the chance to attack at present. She has the identity of Princess Zheng Guo and is a relative of Chu Guo, so she thinks that life in the huge harem is quite passable.

She lived an unexpectedly "leisurely" life in the harem. The Queen Mother doesn't care much about the affairs of the harem, and on the surface, Ying Zheng is not very concerned about his biological mother Zhao Ji.

Empress Dowager Zhao still likes her daughter-in-law very much, at least that's what Zheng Li thinks.

The Queen Mother is only in her early thirties, and her charm still exists. After Zheng Li came, Zhao Ji finally put her mind at ease. Her politician likes women, and she finally accepts someone in her heart. She was really worried that he would stay with that Chu native with red lips and white teeth all day long, and something would happen.

One day, Zheng Li sat on the big bluestone, broke off a red plum, and sang a ballad.

——There is Fusu in the mountain, and there is Hehua in Xi. I don't see the son, but I see madness. There are bridge pines in the mountains, and there are swimming dragons in the mountains. I don't see Zichong, but I see a cunning child.

Someone stepped on a trail of snow on the soft road.

She stopped singing.

Ying Zheng stood in the snow and looked at her, still carrying the long sword in his hand, and the blood on the sword had not dried. He pinned his sword behind him, and the snowflakes fell on his robes and folded into a clear light.

His gaze turned gentle, as if it was the same gaze as it had been back then.

After a few steps, his eyes fell on her bulging lower abdomen, and he said softly to her, "If you like, would our child take the word in it?" Fusu or Hehua. ”

Li Si, who came in a hurry, stood abruptly behind Ying Zheng.

"Your Majesty, the ...... of Xiangguo"

In the end, Ying Zheng consciously lost his temper, leaving a lonely and lonely back.

Zheng Li saw that the fingertips of his left hand were dripping blood, blood dripping into the snow, and plum blossoms also bloomed.

She seemed to remember a vague person.

——

On the first night Xu Yi came to the Qin Palace, she couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

She sneaked out of the dormitory.

Ying Zheng never stayed in any woman's palace, including her mother.

She boldly climbed out of the fence and sat on the steps of the cool night, looking up at the moon.

Years later, she realized why Ying Zheng loved the princess of Hohua the most because she had eyes that resembled her mother.

Xu Yan suddenly walked to the place where Ying Zheng worked.

The huge palace was brightly lit, and the bamboo slips were flipping through the loud noise, and she was lying at the door, and she saw that there were still two people sitting inside.

It is undoubtedly Li Si and Yingzheng.

Quietly—

Suddenly! With a snap, a dagger suddenly slammed into the door frame! Then it fell to the ground.

Xu Yi was about to be scared to death, so he shouted out loudly-

She forgot that she was only six years old.

Xu Yi pushed open the door, dragged the sword, and under Li Si's surprised gaze, she walked towards Yingzheng step by step.

Xu Yu went to pick up the sword, but he couldn't pick it up at all. She couldn't shake off the hilt of her sword, and her soul seemed to be pulling away.

She saw the real Princess of Hoahua.