Candlelight is like a star.

As soon as Li Xian returned home, he saw his father holding his sick body and writing a book. He coughed, and his pen didn't stop. Because I wrote too much, it has become a hill. There were constantly flag-planting officials running in to take away a roll and seal it for storage. The two officials accidentally bumped into each other when they entered the door and knocked over a stack of bamboo slips.

Li Xian hurriedly stepped into the study and picked up the one that had slipped to the ground.

After he concealed his conversation with Xu Yi, he described to his father one by one the scene of entering the palace and seeing Han Fei.

Li Si stopped writing, he hesitantly took out a silk book from his arms, clutched it tightly, and frowned. "The people behind Zheng Guo are not idle people. You should take this thing to the barracks as soon as possible, choose a fast horse and go to Hanguguan to inform the prince of Fusu that he will be presented to the king tonight and return to Xianyang on a certain date. ”

Li Xian ran to the side in the night, and he didn't have time to take a look at the bright moon overhead, and the stars were brilliant.

After dark, Zhilan Palace is always quiet. The curtains fluttered gently with the breeze that entered the curtain, and the beautiful woman on the bed could be seen reclining to the side. She loosely held her hair in a bun, and her watery autumn pupils slowly stared at the little figure with round eyes in the brocade quilt. She gently folded the quilt for her daughter and hummed Zheng Di's ballad softly.

The song is as clear as spring water, like the brilliance of the moon, like a ribbon, draped in a thin veil in the quiet and tranquil black, ethereal and hazy.

Zheng Li gently patted her daughter's back and coaxed her to sleep. After a while, the daughter finally closed her eyes peacefully, breathed slowly, and had fallen into a sweet sleep. She seemed to finally let go of her heart and let out a long breath.

"Hehua, I hope you will be so happy in the future."

Zheng Li's eyes were full of tears. She pressed a kiss on her forehead, breathing heavily.

Xu Yi was actually awake. Zheng Li's singing has a lot of stories and a touch of sorrow. There was always something to say in her eyes.

As far as Ying Hehua's description and his own presence in the Qin Palace in the past few months are obvious to all. She knew that Zheng Li didn't like this daughter, and she had never treated herself so affectionately.

Since Han Fei's farce of killing herself on a rainy night, her attitude towards herself and Yingzheng has changed abruptly. Ying Zheng on the high platform always buried his emotions deeply. If it weren't for the identity of the blood connection, she even felt that an emperor like him would never really care about anyone.

Ying Zheng didn't ask her why, and calmly accepted Zheng Li's overtures.

Xu Yi didn't know the details very well, she forgot to find Li Xian to testify, in the life he experienced, was the Qin Palace mourned during the time Zheng Guo came to Qin?

Ying Hehua only said that Concubine Zheng and her left one after another in this year.

Isn't this a coincidence of death?!

She was suddenly scared. Xu Yi pinched the jade board, wanting to ask Ying Hehua clearly, what is going on?

But to no avail for a long time, she couldn't escape into the void no matter what.

An emaciated pigeon fluttered and fell into the window of Zhilan Palace.

The pigeon fluttered twice and then ceased to make a sound.

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Li's skin felt cold, and there was already a cold light on her neck.

"Princess Mi, don't move." The man spoke playfully and whispered in her ear: "If you accidentally leave an injury on your body, King Qin will not let me go." ”

"Huh." There was not a trace of panic in Zheng Li's eyes, she snorted coldly, and her body deliberately leaned forward.

The man was very quick to pull away from the white blade.

"You'd better kill me."