Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Xianyang City, a mansion.

Ying Zheng is dressed in casual clothes, white clothes are more snowy, with long hair like ink and a shawl, handsome eyebrows, straight nose, elegant and noble, with a handsome figure, and he walks gracefully with his hands behind his back.

Living in Xianyang Palace, he is the King of Great Qin.

Walking outside Xianyang Palace, he is a gentleman in white.

Except for the three layers of snow on your body, who in the world wears white clothes? !

At the gate of the inner house, Ying Zheng stopped, and Ge Nie beside him naturally also stopped.

Gai Nie is dressed in a light blue outfit, a cyan cloak, and holds a sword in his left hand. He is half a body behind Yingzheng.

In the inner house, the melodious sound of the piano came.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The sound of nature is as ethereal as a mountain, as pure as a spring, as elegant as a wind, and as warm as a spring breeze.

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, showing surprise, didn't Mr. Changping invite him to come over for a while?How come the sound of the piano?
"Master Shang..." Gai Nie frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple.

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand, pushed the door open and walked in with his hands behind his back.

He just pushed open the door, just stepped in, his eyes followed the sound, and he paused slightly.

In the courtyard of the inner house, in the center of the courtyard ten feet away, under a gazebo, a girl in white was playing the lyre with her bare hands, her beautiful eyes were slightly half-closed, and her delicate and delicate face showed comfort and intoxication.

A very beautiful woman with delicate face and pure temperament, like an orchid in the empty valley, beautiful like Lanzhi, like the spirit of Luohe, the beauty of Emei.

The beauty of this woman lies in her purity, her beauty in washing people's hearts, and her beauty in being as clear as water.

Ying Zheng stepped in, and at the same time lightly gestured Ge Nie to stop with his right hand.

Seeing this, Gai Nie stood outside the door with a stern face, holding a sword.

Ying Zheng stepped in, walked slowly through the ten-foot-long corridor, and walked to the courtyard. The young emperor, the future overlord, had rare tenderness in his deep eyes.

The tenderness is very weak, so weak that it cannot be detected, and it is only for a moment, fleeting.

"clank……"

"Zheng... buzz...!"

The last sound of the piano fell, and the lingering sound of the strings hummed. The beautiful girl slowly opened her eyes.

These are a pair of eyes that are as pure as water, as bright as a mirror, pure and clean, without a trace of impurities, just like the plain white dress she is wearing, whiter than snow.

At a certain moment, Ying Zheng and the girl looked at each other.

The two looked at each other, and time seemed to stand still for a few breaths.

Afterwards, Ying Zheng averted his gaze without showing any trace, walked with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "You are Princess Mi Ruo? The eldest daughter of King Chu Kaolie, the sister of Lord Changping."

Mi Ruo got up slowly, bowed gracefully, her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity, as if she was peeking into Ying Zheng's past, Ying Zheng's childhood, she bowed lightly, "Mi Ruo has seen the king."

Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, the girl's voice was as sweet as a clear spring, like water hitting ice and wind breaking jade.

Ying Zhengqing couldn't help turning around, his eyes fell on Mi Ruo.

The girl is about sixteen or seventeen years old, gentle, graceful, courteous, bright and elegant, gentle and elegant.

She bowed sideways, with a pair of slender hands, soft and moist palms, and ten fingers as white as jade.

Mi Ruo has a long figure, with a white skirt dragging the floor, a graceful figure, soft and boneless, slim and graceful, with a slender waist, three thousand blue silk shawls, and the lace of the long skirt gently swaying and rippling.

The breeze is coming, the girl is as beautiful as Lanzhi, elegant and refined, her bearing is Qinghua Fangfei, she is beautiful and vulgar, her behavior has a lightness of Jiangnan landscape, with a touch of water mist.

Mi Ruo raised her head slightly, and happened to meet Ying Zheng's scrutiny.

The girl was slightly shy, her face was as delicate as pear blossoms, and two touches of blush appeared on her fair and tender cheeks.

If Li Changqing saw this scene, he would definitely not be able to help admiring it—the most is the tenderness of bowing his head, like a water lotus that can't bear the cool breeze.

Although Ying Zheng couldn't say those words, he felt the same touch.

Ying Zheng spoke, his voice gentle and magnetic: "Princess Mi Ruo doesn't need to be polite."

Mi Ruo stood up, her beautiful eyes were smiling, pure and cheerful.

"Mi Ruo will play another song for the king?!"

Ying Zheng walked to one side and sat down, poured a cup of tea, and nodded slightly: "Okay."

Mi Ruo smiled knowingly, her heart was sweet.

At this moment, the girl's heart seemed to have someone else: a young emperor dressed in white.

This man seems to be hiding countless stories, and there will be countless stories in the future. Mi Ruo said a word in his heart: I really want to go to his side.

Don't mention the past, don't mention the future.

At this moment, in the gazebo, Mi Ruosu played the piano, and Yingzheng sipped tea and listened.A man and a woman are both dressed in white, and the breeze is blowing, and the two have long hair.

Bowl……

At this moment, Ying Zheng was relaxed.

At this moment, Mi Ruo was happy.

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After a long time, Yingzheng stood up slowly and bowed lightly: "Princess Mi Ruo, Yingzheng bids farewell."

Mi Ruo bowed and said with beautiful eyes, "Mi Ruo respectfully sends you off to the king."

Ying Zheng stepped out and left the inner house.

Gai Nie at the door glanced at Mi Ruo, then slowly withdrew his gaze, followed Ying Zheng's pace with his sword in hand, and the two gradually drifted away.

In the courtyard, Mi Ruo stood for a long time.

Mr. Changping wore a blue and white long gown with a noble bearing and handsome features. He walked up to his sister and asked, "Ruo'er, would you like it?"

"For brother, for Da Chu, but also for yourself."

"Father is dead, Huang Xie is dead, and Li Yuan is in power. He has been coveting your beauty for a long time. If you are in the state of Chu, elder brother can't protect you."

There is only one way.

Once Mi Ruo married Ying Zheng, Li Yuan would never dare to touch Mi Ruo in the slightest, the ruler of the mighty Qin Empire, who would dare to lose face.

After a long time, Mi Ruo came back to her senses and said, "Brother, he seems to be suffering."

Lord Changping was taken aback, and said with a long breath: "From ancient times to the present, there is no emperor who is not bitter."

Mi Ruo whispered softly: "I am willing to marry."

"Ruo'er..." Mr. Changping said with a complex expression, "Maybe he doesn't like you. As an emperor, he may lack power and money, but he will definitely not lack women."

Mi Ruo said: "Brother, my concubine said before her body that as a princess, she is very lucky to be able to marry someone she likes in this life."

"So, Ruo'er doesn't dare to ask for too much."

The girl suddenly smiled, and said to Mr. Changping: "And, brother, you will protect me, right?"

When Mr. Changping saw this, a flash of the past came to his mind. The young man in sable clothes with a bow and arrow on his back touched his sister's forehead while hunting in heavy snow in winter, and said to the crying sister, "Don't worry, brother will protect you."

Mr. Changping smiled knowingly, nodded and said: "Of course, this is my brother's promise to you."

In Mr. Changping's heart, his younger sister, Miruo, is his only relative now.

Changping Jun said loudly: "Ruo'er, don't worry, with your brother around, no one can bully you. Even if he is the emperor of Qin."

Mi Ruo nodded slightly and smiled.

However, she didn't know that people's hearts would change.

Yingzheng will change, and so will her brother Changping Jun.

The poison of power can corrode the toughest heart.