Zheng Li slowly rolled up the bead curtain, and the wind blew.

The light suddenly became brighter.

may have heard Xu Yi's call, and the woman behind the curtain stood up in surprise and stretched out her hand tremblingly.

Zheng Li gently called her daughter to come over.

Xu Yi immediately took two steps forward, she held these hands only to find that the Queen Mother's skin was still smooth, leaving her sad and pale, in fact, she was indeed a woman with charm.

"Little Hehua?"

"Well," Xu Yi looked at Zhao Ji, then turned back and smiled at the figure behind his mother, "And my father." ”

"Your father?" Zhao Ji's voice was a little undulating, she raised her eyes to look into the distance, and vaguely saw a tall black shadow.

"Is it the king or my son?"

Just like when he first saw her outside Huayang Palace, Xu Yan still can't answer this question for Yingzheng now.

Zhao Ji saw that she didn't speak, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, she seemed to hear Ying Zheng's voice, and he seemed to be answering her.

- Don't call it a widow. Do you think of me as your son?

- The widow is the king of Great Qin, do you know how the people of the Six Kingdoms ridicule the widow. You are the queen mother of Great Qin, but you have not fulfilled the obligations of a queen mother, and you have never considered the feelings of the widow.

- Lü Buwei doesn't take the widow in his eyes, and Chang Yu wants to get rid of the widow. In the end, even the widow's mother wanted to harm the widow.

In fact, this is Zhao Ji's memory, this is the first conversation with Ying Zheng after she brought her back from Yongcheng.

“…… I never thought of harming you......" she muttered, only to repeat the sentence in a daze.

Xu Yan held Zhao Ji's hand again, and her hand became very cold at the moment.

Together with Xu Yi, he also felt this cold. Xu Yi sighed and tried to help Zhao Ji rub the heat.

As a result, she was so cold that she felt cold, and there seemed to be winter ice in her veins, and this cold slid through with a stinging pain.

This strange appearance frightened Xu Yi, but fortunately, she felt Hetu's weak power again.

"Grandmother. You look at me. Xu Yi made a lip gesture at her.

Xu Yi whispered to her in a bright and extinguished candle: "Once the damage is done, it is impossible to smooth it out. If you really want to keep the bond between mother and child, what you need to do now is the only way to build the future. ”

"What did you say?" Zhao Ji thought she was still in a trance.

"Will you fight for your regrets?"

Xu Yi's tone was very firm, and his eyes were even more calm that wanted to put anyone in the palm of his hand.

Zhao Ji has lived until now in this life, and he has only seen this kind of all-encompassing eyes in one person.

Lü Buwei.

At that time, he single-handedly turned things around and sent two generations of kings of Qin to the throne.

Zhao Ji didn't feel it, and thought that it was Lu Buwei who came back.

"I, what am I going to do?"

"You need to tell the Assassins of the past few days a truth. Although you are a native of Zhao, you are also the Empress Dowager of Great Qin. He is no longer the son of Handan, Zhao State. ”

Xu Yi let go of Zhao Ji's hand and terminated this void.

Zhao Ji glanced at her thoughtfully.

Xu Yi returned to the appearance of a child. She smiled at her with relief and looked into the distance again.

Zheng Li on one side looked back along Xu Yan's line of sight, and Ying Zheng stood a little far away from them.

There were not many candles in the temple, and some of them were dim.

She felt a chill visibly.

Ying Zheng's mere standing there is enough to deter others.

Except for the first night when she saw him again in the Qin Palace, she was never very afraid of him from beginning to end.

And today, his deep eyes were flushed with red, and the gloom she exuded made her feel a kind of devastation.

The candle flame flickered at the end of Zheng Lijin's skirt.

Zheng Li just walked to the nave.

Ying Zheng suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her wrist violently, he didn't seem to want to alarm Zhao Ji and Hehua, and silently dragged Zheng Li to the apse.

Although Zheng Li had been mentally prepared.

She knew what he was going to ask.

But at this moment, she still felt a huge sense of oppression and suffocation.

She reflexively wanted to back away.

And he frowned, pressing step by step.

Bang –

Her back slumped to the bookshelf, and a lacquered case blocked her from wanting to take a step back.

His tall body leaned down, and he pressed close to her, his hands on her side, his voice jolting out of his throat.

"Why don't you want to lie to it?"

"The widow thinks that the lady is willing to deceive the widow for the rest of his life."