I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Baitao is a little fox.

I visited all the inns, wine shops, dance studios, and cosmetics and jewelry shops in Xianyang City before going back.

Thanks to her ability to pinch and calculate.

When Brother Zheng came back from Lishan Camp, she had just finished washing herself.

After more than a month, I saw Brother Zheng's Baitao again. Before anyone arrived, he had already run out with his head stretched out and his tail erect.

Hugging the man in the corridor, "Aw? Brother Zheng."

The throat can be sticky with honey.

She raised her little face and looked at him with her almond-shaped eyes, "It's good that my husband is running away alone and enjoying himself. It's so lonely for me to stay alone in my empty boudoir."

Ying Zheng's eyelids twitched: "."

Baitao moved her paws and hugged his arm.

"Well?"

His eyelids drooped and his voice was cold: "For more than a month, the lonely queen has been enjoying herself in the market for more than a month, and she has also learned these harsh words."

Baitao was so frightened that she quickly put her paw into his palm and changed the topic: "Brother Zheng went to Lishan Camp, is there anything interesting?"

"Organize the sergeants, enrich the armor and strengthen the soldiers, and select talents. The entry and exit are all military roughnecks."

Ying Zheng came in and took off his boots and stepped on the bamboo mat. He looked down and saw the girl who had been tugging at his arm, and she was scratching his palm dishonestly. It was really annoying, "What else can be interesting?"

"Huh? You can't tell for sure," she said, "Maybe there are others."

"Something else."

He paused and said, "This time we brought a group of gardeners from the Wei Kingdom. They are very skilled in growing flowers like fire. I have never seen them before. They will be sent to your Changle Palace in the near future to help take care of your flowers and plants."

Baitao narrowed his eyes and smiled: "When you go out, you tie up someone and come back to play. Brother Zheng is so kind."

He tapped her forehead with his finger, "Don't think that just a few words to please the orphan can erase the fact that you left the palace without permission and refused to obey discipline."

Baitao touched her forehead, "Everyone praises me. Brother Zheng is as broad-minded as the sea. He can recruit people from all over the world, and he will definitely be able to tolerate a little naughty girl."

Ying Zheng curled his lips and gave her another kiss, then turned around and entered the bathroom with his sleeves and robe turned over.

Stars are falling.

The clouds and rain in Changle Hall continued for a long time.

Afterwards, Baitao stroked the man's tight muscles and rough scars, and said, "I heard that the concubines of the Wei Kingdom were also sent here, and even the washing river was dyed rouge."

The little fox looks sour and jealous, which is very interesting.

The men were busy squeezing him hard, and their little heads were still busy hiding in his chest.

From the first time I asked him if he had any interesting stories to now when he mentioned the palace concubine, it can be said that he had hidden and devious thoughts.

Ying Zheng frowned, "That's given to meritorious soldiers."

"For someone else?"

"Ah."

"That's right, those concubines of the Wei Kingdom must have had a bad fate no matter what, so it would be a good place to keep them as rewards for the soldiers."

Baitao felt happy and nodded quickly.

He said: "Now Xianyang is turned upside down. All the treasures, gold, jade and wealth are collected by talents. There is a large population and there are too few palaces, which makes it too crowded."

She understood the meaning: "It must have been planned long ago. Brother Zheng wants to rebuild a place. Is it next to Xianyang Palace?"

Ying Zheng: "When we discuss matters tomorrow, I will mention this matter to the ministers."

"Then it must be built so that the brackets and arches are intertwined, so magnificent that it will make people forget their poverty, and it will not be possible to do it all over again."

Baitao said softly, "By the way, what domineering name should such a palace be called?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

The little fox rolled his eyes and said with a mischievous smile: "Since it is built next to Xianyang Palace, why not call it Afang Palace."

"."

The palace, which symbolizes the expansion of the royal power of the Qin Empire, was casually named like this.

Ying Zheng chuckled lightly and followed his lover: "Okay."

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The remnant soldiers of the Yan State who fled to Liaodong were almost wiped out. King Ji Xi of Yan abandoned the heavily armored warriors and ran away with his head in his arms, not caring about the rule of kings and the nonsense of virtue and benevolence.

In the dim side room, Chang Yingying applied lipstick to herself in the blurry bronze mirror.

"Choo Choo Choo."

The birds outside the window were chirping like crazy.

She stood up and opened the window that had been closed for a long time. The broken and unbroken water drops fell from the eaves, crystal clear.

Look down.

You can see the dead body at the door, swollen from the heavy rain overnight, and then covered with broken flowers and leaves.

It's like a chaotic dream.

Chang Yingying was in a trance.

She walked out, and there were several corpses at her feet. She stepped on them with some curiosity, and the water in the mouth of the dead corpse was stepped out, and it vomited all over the floor. The corpse twitched a few times, and it was frightened. She didn't dare anymore.

Look up. She saw a tall horse with a bridle in the sea of ​​corpses, and a powerful man sitting on it.

The man's eyes seemed darker than the night, and he kept looking at her in silence from the corner.

Chang Yingying laughed.

She turned around in a circle, showing off her complicated, thick and gorgeous skirt, and her jade pendant jingled and jingled in the air, "We have known each other for so long, have you never seen me dressed like this? I used to be a princess in Luoyang. When you were here, you dressed like this, doesn’t it look good?”

The man didn't reply.

Chang Yingying approached him and said, "You told me that although you were born as a general, you never like to lead troops in war. Why did you come to the Yan Kingdom again?"

His thin lips pursed tightly.

Spreading his palms, his voice was trembling and mixed with the thin wet mist, and he sounded a little aggrieved, "The jade knot on Jing Ke's body is what you used to tie for me."

Chang Yingying was stunned: "So just for this knot, you crossed thousands of rivers, chased Qianzhong Mountain, from Jicheng to Liaodong, and rolled in the blood sea of ​​corpses you hate most for five years?"

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More than five years.

The man shook his head, closed his lips, and said nothing in a thousand words. He only had slightly red eyes and said hoarsely: "Aying, let's go home."

".go home?"

Chang Yingying was filled with emotions and sorrow. She smiled as the drizzle gradually fell. She pointed at the corpses scattered on the ground and said, "Aying's country was ruined and her family was destroyed. All her clan members were captured one after another. Just like this body lying on the ground." Just like a corpse that no one has restrained, Aying has no home for a long time."

"You still have me."

"You? Do you want to take Aying back to your home?"

She said, "But your home has never been Aying's destination. Generations of your family have been serving as generals of the Qin Dynasty. The bells are ringing and the food is eaten. You are the tiger son of the generals. You are unparalleled in bravery and proficient in the art of war. You are greeted by a high-ranking official and a noble name. Qingshi, what an honor that is, how could you, how could you allow the daughter of a rebellious minister to tarnish your reputation?"

There is bitterness on the lips, but Chang Yingying has come to where she is now step by step.

She seemed to have completely resigned herself to her fate, and there was no anger or helplessness in her words.

There is only desolation and unfamiliarity.

"By the way, Aying hasn't had time to congratulate you yet. Congratulations to General Meng on your everlasting marriage and your happiness."

The woman saluted him, then raised her head, her golden hairpin dazzling.

Meng Yi's throat seemed to be blocked by a piece of iron, and his eyes were filled with sadness.

His body was unstable on the horse, and he had to tighten the reins to support himself with all his strength.

He didn't know what to do.

Chang Yingying looked at the man in front of her.

She once had the look of his youth, a young man who was carefree and bright. He once promised to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests with her, helping the plow in the fields. If she was his wife, he would be his wife's husband. If she was a shepherdess, he would be a shepherd. If she sings loudly, , he hit it together.

They worshiped the mountain spirit and vowed to be together forever.

They are the most ordinary lovers on earth, and they are intimate together day and night.

But that young man.

It should have the brightest future.

If she loves her

"Alang, Aying will really have no home in the future." She whispered softly, her eyes and eyebrows were soft, like a gentle spring flow, "Aying doesn't owe you anything, and you don't owe Aying either."

"A-Ying actually likes A-lang very much, and I really want to be with A-Ying forever."

"Alang likes to hear Aying sing, and Aying wants to sing songs to Alang for the rest of her life."

Muffled thunder rolled across the sky, and a few feet apart seemed like a chasm. Aying was on this side, and Alang was on that side. She hummed softly, "Today I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling. The journey is delayed, and I am thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, but I don't know how sad I am."

This is sung by civilian wives waiting for their husbands to return from a long war.

Changying's voice is as light as cloud gauze.

She kept all this in her heart, hiding it, just thinking about this feeling that was slowly taken away by time with the passage of rain.

But she sang anyway.

Sing it to yourself.

"Aying likes it very much, really likes it"

In the end, she cried silently in the rain, tears rolling down her face, and shouted to the man in front of her: "Alang, take Aying home!"

The sound exploded in Meng Yi's ears like thunder. He saw a flash of white light in front of his eyes. His eyes were split when he saw Chang Ying's skirt flying. She drew her sword and killed herself. When she fell to the ground, the webbing on her back spread out.

Revealing skin covered with tattoos.

That is the picture of Dukang presented by Jing Ke.

Lifting the curtain of fate, she dedicated herself to him.

The secular world is so cruel that it cuts everything apart. Meng Yi staggered and squatted down. The raindrops hitting his face were like the waves crashing on the shore. He almost crawled over on his knees, his eyes full of disbelief.

Three years, five years.

Alang is still waiting for Aying to come back.

He always believed that the rising sun would rise in the east and the long river would flow to the west, just like he always believed that she could return to her.

Touching her cold face, the man's teeth trembled: "Aying."
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"A Ying hasn't had time to congratulate A Lang yet. Congratulations to General Meng on your everlasting marriage and Nong Wa's happiness."
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"Alang, take Aying home!"