Chapter forty-two, enter the palace
Yaoxing: "Well, I want to beg him to help me keep the recipe, and only my family can do this business in the future." I can hand over 50% of the profits to the treasury and 30% to the prime minister. ”
Now I found Zhao Zheng directly, and I don't know if he can persuade King Xiang of Qin Zhuang, after all, he also has a half-brother!
Zhao Zheng pondered for a moment: "Father will not agree to let such heavy military defense items fall into the hands of outsiders. ”
"But this thing is mine, and I hand over most of the profits to the treasury for free, which is equivalent to the royal family's business, isn't it?" Yao Xing is still a little unwilling, with his own ability, it should be impossible to make anything in this era.
Zhao Zheng didn't speak, looking at his eyes, he should still be thinking, Yaoxing didn't bother him, he sat next to him obediently, and entered the palace with Zhao Zheng.
Zhao Zheng personally sent Yaoxing to Zhao Ji's palace, and then went to see the King of Qin, and he couldn't bear to see the scene of hugging and crying after a long absence.
Zhao Ji didn't know about Yaoxing's arrival in Xianyang, and heard that Zhenggongzi walked out of the inner hall when he arrived, but he saw Yaoxing standing in the main hall. In the past two years, Yao Xing has grown a lot taller, and his appearance has become more and more refined.
"Xing'er!" Zhao Ji screamed in surprise, and quickly stepped forward to hold Yao Xing in his arms.
Yaoxing felt the warmth of this embrace again, and tears couldn't help dripping: "Auntie, Xing'er finally saw you again." ”
Zhao Ji sobbed and stroked Yaoxing's face: "I've grown up, I'm more beautiful!" ”
"Auntie is still the same as back then, what Xing'er looked like in her dream."
Yaoxing can only be coquettish unscrupulously in front of Zhao Ji, as if all the little daughter gestures have been given to Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji pulled Yao Xing to sit down: "Come, sit." Tell my aunt, how have you been in the past two years? ”
Yaoxing told the truth, including the purpose of coming to Xianyang this time. Zhao Ji has been cultivating Zhao Zheng since he was a child, and he is naturally ambitious, as soon as Yao Xing mentioned that the cement and red brick recipes were originally intended to be given to Zhao Zheng, he knew how to do it to maximize the benefits.
No one knows King Zhuangxiang's body better than her, and no one is more wary of Cheng Cheng than her.
"It's okay, my aunt will figure it out for you." Zhao Ji patted Yaoxing's hand
Then he shouted to the palace maid outside the palace and said, "Come on, go and invite the king and Zheng'er to come over." ”
Yao Xing changed to the side seat next to her and knelt down, and after a while, King Zhuang Xiang came, and she still had to salute!
Gotta get down on your knees, right?
Yao Xing was sitting with his head bowed and frowning against the feudal dynasty's kneeling salute, when he suddenly heard a sharp voice outside, and before the words fell, he bowed down with a turn of his knees: "Meet the king!" ”
After his head was lowered, Yao Xing remembered that now he had no bed or stool, and he was already kneeling.
King Zhuang Xiang walked in slowly, didn't look at Yao Xing who was kneeling on the ground, said softly, "flat", and then walked up to the main seat and knelt down.
Zhao Zheng stood two meters beside Yao Xing and made his position clear, but did not say a word.
Yao Xing once again spit on this kneeling bow in his heart, but his body was very neatly knee-led, turning in the direction of King Zhuang Xiang.
"You're Yaoxing?" King Zhuang Xiang's tone was light
Yao Xing hurriedly replied, how dare he snub King Zhuang Xiang.
"Back to the king, the little girl is Zhao Yaoxing."
King Zhuang Xiang said: "Raise your head"
Although Yao Xing was disgusted in her heart, her body was very cooperative, as if she was a noble woman of this era. Hearing King Zhuang Xiang's order, he raised his head slightly, straightened his spine, but did not look directly at King Zhuang Xiang.