It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

张府

The room is elegant and luxurious, with the fragrance of herbs, and the boiled Chinese medicine tastes bitter in the air. Fortunately, however, the appropriate fragrance of pear blossoms and rain overshadowed those smells.

The study room that Xu Zhi arrived at first was all brown and yellow-white. Although it was not as luxurious as the palace, it was still antique. The side cabinets are filled with large and small bamboo slips. These bamboo slips are arranged neatly, with various logos hanging from the tail. There is a sandalwood pen holder placed on the desk. The pattern engraved on the pen holder is a lifelike pine and cypress. Spread out on the desk is a silk book, and the writing on the silk is in Korean characters.

Xu Zhi hung her elbows in the air and held the handle of the spoon with her fingers.

She put down the rare glass bowl in her hand. This glass bowl was obtained from the northern part of the Western Region.

The handle is wrapped around a circle of grape vines, and is embossed with round and shiny grapes. At this time, grapes have not been widely introduced to the Central Plains, and each one is very plump. Due to the transparent glass, these grapes are more like bright pearls.

It was a famous vessel used to hold wine, but she used it for other purposes.

Xu Zhi knew that he had many questions to ask, so he picked up the clay pot first and poured out the milky white ginseng antler soup.

"I heard that you were unwell, so I came here early in the morning. This was done by He Hua himself, why don't you taste the ovary first? If it's cold and you don't live up to my wishes, I will be sad."

In fact, Zhang Liang was coughing at the turn of the season. He caught wind and cold when he went down the mountain, and was beaten by Li Xian with internal injuries.

There were no major problems, so he was in good health.

Xu Zhi handed the glass cup to him without refusing.

Zhang Liang reluctantly stood up and half leaned on the bed, still looking sick.

He had never worn his hair and had it tied up in a simple style, with a hair tie and a few streaks of dark hair falling in front of him.

His white clothes were as white as snow, and he was as cold as frost, but his face looked redder than usual, as if he was still suffering from a high fever.

Xu Zhi was a little annoyed. Li Xianzhen almost killed him. He was tempted between danger and danger, and finally made Zhang Liang look like this sickly.

Xu Zhi hasn't said a word since he entered the room.

She remembered that Zhang Liang was like this when he was a teacher. He never takes the initiative to ask anything, but guides her and waits for her to find questions on her own.

He rarely takes the initiative. Once you take the initiative, you will be completely crazy.

For example, on Zhongnan Mountain.

Xu Zhi sat on the side of the bed, and he reached out to comb her broken hair behind her ears.

She had no resistance to his tender gestures such as these.

Xu Zhi also had many questions to ask, but when she looked up and saw his expression, she coughed twice from time to time, and her questions were swallowed back.

The scent of wintersweet flowers floats leisurely, and the soup is still steaming.

Come to Zhang's house just to bring him a bowl of soup from the palace? If Ying Hehua was really that simple, Zhang Liang would find it incredible.

One thought she had evil intentions.

One thinks he is inscrutable.

In the cozy warm room, the two of them had their own thoughts. The spoon touched the glass, making a sizzling sound like raindrops, reminding them that they were willing to indulge.

Everyone is trapped in whirlpools and temptations, but they are unable to extricate themselves.

But seeing her look calm, she looked at him with concern. He didn't become suspicious.

His hands had the same calm demeanor as his person, the length and contours of his fingertips smooth and elegant.

He drank the ginseng chicken soup with a spoon slowly and without making any sound. Apart from that, the spoon and the cup did not touch each other.

Every gesture and gesture reflects the extremely high education of a traditional aristocrat.

Zhang Liang originally wanted to find a reason to ask her, but before he could find a reason, she had already come on her own.

She deliberately wore soft-colored clothes, and the moon-white color caught his sight. It was not as dazzling as before, and looked more gentle and gentle.

He thought she was making advances towards him.

But when Zhang Liang took the first sip of the soup, he was sure that the taste of the ginseng soup was wrong.

"Princess wants him to kill me?"

Xu Zhi turned a deaf ear.

What Zhang Liang asked was just an attitude and reaction.

"Do you want to renew the ovary?"

Xu Zhi didn't answer his question at all. She took the cup from his hand with a smile like a flower, lowered her body and returned to the table to add some soup, and then brought the wooden spoon to his lips.

"Why don't you take another sip."

She got very close, close enough to feel her breathing, "You have to close your eyes and have a taste."

He doesn't move, it's okay, she moves.

She had also covered his eyes in this way among the rose flowers. Zhang Liang's reason told him that he should stay away and not fall all the way into the unknown realm.

Based on what Li Xian warned him on the mountain, she might have an idea of ​​what happened in Yingchuan County.

In Zhang Liang's view, Ying Hehua always doubted his intentions.

At that moment, what she brought was poison, and Zhang Liang was ready to drink it.

What is the difference between this and Xinzheng a few years ago?

But it's the other way around.

It became her handing the soup to him.

Zhang Liang actually found it a bit funny.

When does the echo of fate start to play?

Xu Zhi came closer. The face in front of her was so distant, and the pupils were so alienated that she couldn't figure out when he fell in love with her.

"Open your mouth."

She handed it to his lips, the two short words were still her style, and she said them in a gentle and gentle tone.

She taught him to be gentle, courteous and frugal, but she used him too biasedly.

The movements of Xu Zhi's hands did not stop. Because she was so close, Zhang Liang was fully focused on his eyes and did not notice at all.

"Zifang, don't force me to come up with some weird way for you to drink."

Her voice was still soft.

"..."

The temperature in the room has risen, and all that is suspended in the air is the illusion of being trapped in a difficult situation.

Now, Zhang Liang felt a little warm in his chest and abdomen.

He frowned slightly, "He Hua, what did you put in the soup?"

Xu Zhi stared into his eyes and smiled, "You know I put something in there, why do you still drink it?"

"Even if the princess gives you poisonous wine, how can you refuse a good one?"

"Zifang, you are already a minister of Qin. Since you are working for Qin, you must be single-minded. Why do you never forget your old master? You are so half-hearted. I really don't know how to face you."

Her hands slid down his shoulders and landed on his abdomen.

Even though they were separated by clothes, this move seemed to light a fire, making him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

He wanted to push himself up and reach out to pull away from her.

The wrist tightened.

I don't know when, she tied him to the side of the bed? !

Zhang Liang was also the kind of person who asked him to do something he didn't want to do, even if he put a knife to his neck, he wouldn't do it.

She raised her face with her usual smile on her face.

"Don't move. This is the strap I asked Ting Weicheng to borrow, so don't move it yet."

Zhang Liang was obviously panicked, "Princess, you can't do this."

Xu Zhi stood up and stared into his eyes with her charming black eyes.

"Ovary. I'm really sorry." Although she said this, she didn't stop moving and even tied the straps tighter. "I don't know how to tell you. I know you probably won't agree, so I have to do this." The next best thing."

I felt pity for her when I saw her. Her eyelashes covered her dark eyes, making them less sharp, and her tone of voice was a bit softer.

Zhang Liang was still having a fever, but now his face was turning blue and white, and he didn't know where the fever was going.