Chapter 797: A Generation of Goblins Conquers the First Emperor of the Ages 37
It doesn't matter if it's a name, it's that person.
The Queen Mother Zhao Ji was pregnant with Chang Yu's child, and the paper couldn't hold the fire, so she couldn't cover it.
Ying Zheng has been in a bad mood these days, and Shu Ange is also very distressed. Not to mention whether Zhao Ji is right or wrong, it is always difficult for a junior to speak about this kind of thing.
When Zhao Ji and Xiangbang Lu Buwei were together, although Yingzheng didn't like it, he finally acquiesced.
After all, the atmosphere in the pre-Qin period was very open, widows would not be criticized for remarrying, noble girls had private meetings with lovers before they got married, and noble women raised their faces after widows, which were common things.
Not to mention any further afield, a few decades ago, Empress Dowager Xuan, the mother of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, fornicated with King Yiqu, the leader of ethnic minorities, for the safety of the border of Qin, and gave birth to two sons, and later designed to get rid of King Yiqu.
Later, when Empress Dowager Xuan reached her old age, she once favored a beautiful man named Wei Choufu.
These are all names and surnames that can leave no traces in history, let alone how many.
If the Queen Mother Zhao Ji is only having an affair with Lu Buwei, or raising a male pet, Yingzheng is a son, as long as she doesn't make too much trouble, it is not easy to say anything.
It's disgusting to have a child now, especially if it's still a lowly male pet child.
After the Queen Mother Zhao Ji became pregnant with the child, she was reluctant to kill the child, so she said that she was sick.
Ying Zheng knew the privacy, and he was upset, so he didn't go to the Queen Mother's palace for many days.
There is no perfect thing in life, the territory of the Qin State is constantly expanding, and Yingzheng's prestige in the country is increasing, but his biological mother makes him very difficult.
Shu Ange hesitated for many days, and finally planned to have a good talk with Ying Zheng.
In order to let him relax, Shu Ange asked Yingzheng to go hunting in Xishan together, and the weather has been sunny and the autumn is cool recently, which is a good time for hunting.
Since it is a distraction, it is not beautiful to bring many people.
Shu Ange and Ying Zheng changed their costumes, took the guard Wang Jian and other guards, and went out of the palace together.
With Shu Ange here, Wang Jian and the others are not worried about the safety of King Qin, not to mention that King Qin's own martial arts are very strong.
The two galloped through the winding mountain road, and when they reached the dense forest, they tied the horses to the side of the forest stream, and let the horses drink water and graze.
After arranging the horses, Shu Ange Yingzheng carried bows and arrows together and stepped into the dense forest.
Deep in the jungle, the beasts roared restlessly, and wherever the two went, birds fluttered their wings and flew up.
The ground was overgrown with wild grass, snakes and insects were crawling on the ground, and Shu Ange and Ying Zheng were carrying the powder of repellent insects and snakes and ants, so they were not entangled.
Ancient trees and forests, covering the sky and the sun, are deep and light shades of green in the distance and near and far.
Yingzheng is boring these days, and there are more government affairs than in the past, and now after leaving the palace, he is as comfortable as a caged bird regaining his freedom.
He walked in front of Shu Ange, and when he encountered the vines, he used his sword to pick them open for her, and when he walked to the ravine, he would go up first and then turn around and pull her up.
Ying Zheng has always been very considerate to Shu Ange, she is not a delicate woman, even stronger than him, but he still takes care of her like a pearl.
The two of them carried bows on their backs and walked all the way into the deep forest, and it was a coincidence that they did not encounter any large beasts along the way.
In the middle, I met a fiery red fox, which was very spiritual, blinking his little eyes and flicking his big furry tail to ask the two of them for mercy.
Shu Ange mainly accompanied Yingzheng out to relax, and he didn't have to hunt, so he simply let the fox go.
Then they came across pheasants and hares, gadgets that they didn't even mean to use their bows and arrows.
finally heard a tiger roar, and Shu Ange came to his senses: "There is a tiger, and I finally met a big guy." ”
Beaming, she took off her bow, put the arrow on it, closed one eye, and aimed it deep into the woods.
The wind was blowing, the leaves rattled, the tiger roared, the mountains and forests shook, and the frightened beasts scattered and fled.
Seeing this, Ying Zheng also took out his bow and put the arrow on the string, and the two of them were ready to kill with one blow, who knew that the white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes had just emerged from the forest, and after seeing the two of them, he stepped back like a ghost, and jumped away in a few leaps.
“……”
"Is this really a tiger?"
Shu Ange laughed, threw the arrow back into the quiver, hung the bow on the tree next to him, stretched his waist, and glanced at Yingzheng.
Although the tiger ran fast, if the two of them bent their bows and shot arrows, they might not be able to shoot it.
But the tiger who is the king and hegemon in the mountains, after seeing the two of them, is like a mouse seeing a cat, its pitiful appearance makes Shu Ange really embarrassed to kill them all, Ying Zheng and her thoughts are about the same.
It is quiet and quiet, the sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the fat green leaves are held in the palm of the hand, which is very cool and comfortable.
Ying Zheng also put down his bow, and the quiver was also put aside, raising his eyes to stare at Shu Ange's side face.
Her forehead was softly curved, like a crescent moon, her fair cheeks were a little pink, her teeth were slightly exposed, and she held a thick green leaf in her hand.
Whenever he looks, he can't get enough of her.
"The two of us don't seem to be here to hunt, but like we're here to play, and we blame Ah Zheng for scaring the tiger away."
Shu Ange said witticism, let go of the leaves, combed his forehead hair with the back of his hand, looked around, pointed to an old tree root lying in the air and said, "Sit there, let's talk for a while." ”
Ying Zheng was not in a hurry to sit up, he reached out and grabbed Shu Ange's arm, helped her sit up first, and then sat down next to her.
The two leaned together, the mountain wind was blowing, their clothes were flying, and the depression in their hearts was blown away a lot.
Shu Ange leaned his face on Ying Zheng's shoulder, reached out and grabbed one of his fingers, shook it in his palm, and said slowly: "Ah Zheng, I know that you have been unhappy recently, can you talk to me?" ”
Ying Zheng used to think that the breath on Shu Ange's body was a clear fragrance of grass and trees, but after sitting in the mountains and forests, he felt that the smell on her body was better.
He often kept all kinds of thoughts in his heart, especially the private affairs involving his parents and mothers, which made him feel even more difficult to speak.
However, if you don't mention this kind of thing to Shu Ange, who can you mention it to.
The sky flew by again, making a clear whistling sound, Ying Zheng looked up at the black shadow that was a little far away, and suddenly asked: "An Ge, you said, did the queen mother love her father?" ”
This question is too personal to ask, and it also proves that Yingzheng does treat Shu Ange as his own, so he didn't shy away from her.
But this question, Shu Ange didn't know how to answer for a while, she thought about it and clenched Ying Zheng's hand and said: "I have loved, naturally I have loved." ”
Her answer so firmly made Ying Zheng a little surprised, he lowered his eyes slightly and said with a little confusion: "Have you really loved?" ”
(Meow, it seems that everyone doesn't like the real historical background, Moda, this story is almost over)