Da Qin: The First Emperor wanted to train me to be the empress

"Brother Anqing, is this plan feasible?"

In an ordinary garden about 300 meters diagonally across from Huazhang Palace, there are two middle-aged people sitting opposite each other in a square pavilion on the high platform of the corner gate. There is a chessboard between them.

There are many black and white chess pieces scattered on it.

Among them, the middle-aged man with a beautiful beard holding the white chess piece looked at the man holding the black chess piece and spoke with a voice like Gu Ming.

"Wouldn't it be possible to find out later if it's feasible?"

While talking, the person holding the black chess piece, also known as Brother Anqing in another person's mouth, raised his eyes and glanced at Huazhang Palace inadvertently.

There was a blur in front of his eyes, as if something small rushed out from Huazhang Palace, but quickly disappeared from sight.

Before he could get up to observe, he saw Princess Hua Zhang driving a chariot out of the gate.

The man ignored the little thing that had just disappeared.

Seeing this, An Qing's lips curled up slightly: "Brother Qiming, look, our Princess Huazhang is out."

The person holding the white chess piece turned his head when he heard the greeting, and happened to see His Highness Hua Zhang's motorcade coming out and driving towards the distance through the gate.

The two of them were no longer in the mood to play chess, and wanted to follow her to see what kind of accident would happen to Princess Huazhang's chariot.

But their rationality prevented them from taking any action. Instead, they patiently sipped their tea and waited for something.

About a stick of incense later, there were footsteps approaching from far away. He stopped outside the Sifang Pavilion and clasped his fists in salute: "Two gentlemen, I have something to report."

"Enter."

An Qing's voice came out, and soon, a young man dressed as a servant opened the straw curtain and came in with a chill all over his body.

"I met these two gentlemen."

The boy came in and greeted the two of them immediately.

"how?"

Anqing was not polite to the boy and asked directly.

It is impossible to say that he does not care about what happened today, but it is also impossible for him to go to the scene to see the situation in person.

That's why the waiter was arranged to wait for the result on Yantu.

"Mr. Anqing, the chariot suddenly got stuck in the snow in the middle of Xuanhe Street. As the chariot swayed, a man rolled out of the car and was buried directly in the snowdrift on the roadside." Fear flashed in the boy's eyes. "Before the little one came back, those people were digging for someone in the snowdrift."

"In order to avoid trouble, I came back first to report the situation to the two gentlemen."

"Ah, very good."

An Qing nodded, "Go down and receive the reward. Tell the accountant that I told you to reward you with a gold grain (the rich families in the Qin Dynasty specially made gold grains the size of mung beans to reward their servants)."

"Thank you sir for the reward. I will take my leave now."

The boy was so happy that he hurriedly resigned, exited the Sijiao Pavilion, and quickly disappeared.

"Brother Anqing is really clever and clever. He destroyed the legendary witty and intelligent Princess Huazhang so easily."

Qiming congratulated, "Congratulations to Brother An Qing for getting into the eyes of the master. I hope you can support me more in the future."

"Good talk, good talk."

An Qing smiled proudly and held his beard and said, "Don't worry, you and I are brothers. If we become brothers, we will not be good brothers."

One moment they were respecting each other as brothers, but now they are distinguishing themselves and calling themselves brothers.

This is society, reality and helplessness.

……

"Why is it covered with snow?"

Xu Man skied to Zhangtai Palace alone, took off his skis, and then entered the palace to meet his father.

Ying Zheng saw her slightly embarrassed look at the moment and quickly stepped forward to observe her: "Your hair is wet, what's going on?"

"Is it because the waiter is not doing his best?"

At the end of the sentence, Zu Long's tone unconsciously carried a murderous tone, "Hmph, who gave them the courage to neglect my glory like this?"

"Father, please don't be angry. I will discuss this matter with you in detail after the court meeting."

Xu Man quickly comforted him, "Let me bring you some warm water first. I'll wash up and then accompany you to the court meeting."

Ying Zheng: "..." What else is there to care about at this time?