It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

The feeling of being repeatedly tortured has turned into pain. At the same time, after being given the medicine, the blood line at the corner of Zhang Liang's mouth became deeper.

His messy hair was stained with spots, and the blood was as thin as silk threads, rising and falling along with his breathing.

Xu Zhi stretched out her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. She would not give up until she got to the bottom of it, "Why don't you want to?"

Why not?

If it weren't for the current situation, this sentence seemed to be asking him, why didn't he even give her a chance to wait for him? For the sake of Han Di, he chose this time to turn against her.

Zhang Liang didn't answer. There was sweat on his forehead. He leaned back on the bed, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

His eyes passed through her, staring at the door behind her, and after a long while he said vaguely: "You, get out."

Xu Zhi smiled and said, "Zifang, you don't want me to be like Li Si and have the reputation of killing virtuous people. You'd better not torture yourself."

Xu Zhi stayed down, walked a few steps, took a handkerchief from the shelf, and dipped it in water.

She looked at the clear water waves in the copper basin, and the layers of wrinkles were pushed up by her movements, like a clear moon that was suddenly pulled into the world, tainted with the noisy waves of the world.

Little did she know that Zhang Liang was already being pushed to the limit.

Xu Zhi was still arguing, and she picked up the roll of sheepskin with one hand.

"Wang Wan took the lead in writing the book of sealing the treasury in the Yingchuan Shangdang case, and Wei Liao was the last one. Since the late king chose to use Feng Ting to offer the land to Shangdang, it can be seen that everyone in the Qin court has understood that the Qin State does not have much for you. Something to worry about. Are you going to go against me to this point for Han Di?"

Zhang Liang knew that Ying Hehua allowed Wang Wan to write this book, so he put a lot of thought into it.

"Feng An has confessed his crime, and everything must come to an end. It shouldn't, let's get to the bottom of it."

When Zhang Liang spoke, he turned around, faced the wall, and clenched his fists, not wanting her to notice anything strange about him.

He didn't have much thought to reason with her, so he vaguely buried a string of tongues of fire between his palms. The fire licked the nerve endings, making the pain less severe.

Xu Zhi's heart sank when she saw that he didn't even want to look at her.

With her last bit of patience, she squeezed the sheepskin in her hands.

"Zifang, tell me. What will it take for you to sign?"

Xu Zhi's grip on the sheepskin was too tight and was snatched away by his strong force.

She lost her balance and fell onto the bed. Because of his semi-relying position, she inadvertently fell to his side and into his arms as he pulled her.

He struggled in a panic and tremblingly went to hug her. His body was at least an inch away from hers, with only his arms surrounding her.

Xu Zhi felt unhappy. Was he already hating him? Are you so resistant to being hugged?

She buried her head and just put her hand on his forehead.

His hand was thrown away by him.

Zhang Liang's voice was hoarse, "Don't touch it."

She was instantly offended and her head popped out of his arms.

It was obvious that he took the initiative to hug her, but he frowned, blood oozed from his lips, and his face returned to a cold look, with a look of sacrificing his life for righteousness.

Don't be angry, Xu Zhi persuaded herself, she had seen Zhang Liang's indifferent death look before.

"I want it."

She wasn't tall enough to see his heavy eyes.

He restrained her erratic hands.

Xu Zhi was squeezed so hard that it hurt, "Okay, don't touch me if you don't want to touch me." She seized the opportunity, moved closer, and said domineering and indulgent words, "Anyway, when you are willing to marry me someday, you will always be mine."

The fragrant scent of wintersweet invaded his breath, the faint hint of hair on his neck was white, and his Adam's apple slid uncontrollably.

The antidote she poured into him was not the antidote he needed at all. To put it bluntly, the antidote of Ruanjing Powder was to restore his perception.

Now Zhang Liang's senses were amplified several times, which made him forget the chaos of his fever and kept him awake in a terrifying and desperate state.

Reason wants him to let go.

Instinct made him hold her tighter.

It was not like she was unconscious. Xu Zhi could clearly feel his body temperature rising through her pajamas, even boiling hot.

She felt something was wrong, and was about to ask.

Before she could speak, warmth suddenly hit her neck.

His movements were swift and not gentle.

Xu Zhi glanced at him and saw him grabbing the sheepskin from her hand. When her lower back was lifted up, she was confused and her face turned red instantly.

"He Hua, if I ask you to replace me, will you do it?"

As he spoke, she turned her face and saw the writing on the sheepskin.

Adding a name to the list and asking him to draw a clear line between himself and the Han Dynasty is not just an accumulation of shackles.

After all, if Qin was not unified, he could have inherited his father's position as prime minister in peace and contentment.

Originally, he lost everything, met Liu Bang, and made uncanny plans to travel from Chisongzi, which might not be what Zhang Liang wanted.

Qin destroyed his country, and she trapped him in Qin, losing his freedom.

Xu Zhi always felt that she owed him a lifetime of luck.

Xu Zhi was still handing him the sheepskin, "If the transaction can make you feel at ease, I can give it to you."

"Trade?...Princess, you mean it's always just a trade?"

When he locked her throat, she trembled and lowered her eyelashes in obvious fear. When she raised her eyes again, the fierceness in the past turned into tenderness, allowing him to be arrogant.

"Zifang, I only have you in my heart. But there is no way Princess Qin can only have you in her heart. Do you know, Mo Qi and I are actually very similar, but regardless of whether you ask or not, I can't do it."

Zhang Liang felt pain all over his limbs, but his consciousness was so clear.

Zhang Liang's whole body had reached critical breaking point, and his hands involuntarily moved from the side of his neck to her waist.

He even had hallucinations.

He felt that her eyes were innocent and harmless, full of affection for him, like crystal clear grapes on a cup. As long as he tasted them, he could know her delicious taste.

The remedy at his fingertips is to surrender his morality to desire and persuade himself to give in.

"Are Hehua sincere?"

Xu Zhi was choked by him and had difficulty breathing. She hugged his neck and grasped the fabric on his shoulders.

"If possible, I hope you want to love me, not that you want me."

Xu Zhi pressed him down on the soft couch.

"Hehua..."

"It seems that I like you more...so, let me do it myself."

She didn't give him time to speak and leaned over directly.

The end of her voice was still shaking as she spoke, and she used this seemingly flamboyant manner to cover up her nervousness.

Zhang Liang grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her out of the door.

"Howard."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother?"

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Zhang Yuan didn't even dare to look at Ying Hehua.

He completely saw what had just happened, and when he was dumbfounded, he suppressed his blush and hesitated, not knowing where to accuse her. Because his own brother was half leaning on the bed, letting her do whatever she wanted without shirk.

Although the folk customs are simple and honest, the princess of Qin is a bit too direct.

"You, you, how could you treat your elder brother like this!?"

Xu Zhi didn't hesitate and said in front of him: "Do you think that my efforts to save your life were all in vain?"

"You did it for...that time, you just..."

Zhang Yuan still didn't dare to say the word "covet". It was no longer the same situation in Korea now. As Ying Hehua, she could make him walk away with just one sentence.

Seeing Zhang Yuan hesitate, Xu Zhi chuckled lightly.

"Yanning. It's what you think."

She called his cousin, but it was in the tone of an elder. Zhang Yuan has just reached the age to be crowned, and Ying Hehua is several years younger than him.

When he first learned that his eldest brother had violated Han Yi's heroic deeds several times in order to win Hehua, he knew that his eldest brother treated her differently. He thought it was affection, but he didn't expect it to be...

Now Ying Hehua is giving away his official position, hiding old things, and being indulgent for a time. Is it luck or imprisonment?

"Brother, he has become an official of the Qin State. You should be satisfied."

Xu Zhi acted recklessly when he saw Zhang Yuan in Xinzheng, and now it seems that he is still a strong-willed person.

"Official?"

She shook her head slightly, sat in the desk, and made tea herself.

She raised her head again, her expression still very sincere, "I'm not very satisfied."

Zhang Yuan saw the woman on the case smiling slightly, her sharp eyes making him feel cold, but her smile was like a spring breeze. She took a sip of tea. This action reminded Zhang Yuan of the scene he had just encountered.

He had completely gone astray. If he had knocked on the door later, he might not have heard that delicate trill.

At this moment, he actually didn't know whether he had saved his brother or ruined his affairs. He simply couldn't think about it anymore.

"Then what does the princess want?" Zhang Yuan broke the awkward atmosphere.

"I don't just want your brother to be an official."

His tone was soft, but his tone was hard to ignore.

No matter how hard Zhang Yuan pretended not to understand, he completely understood.

She wants to be his sister-in-law.

No, with Ying Hehua's attitude, she was not thinking, but informing.

How is this possible?

"...Brother, he was once the princess's young master."

Xu Zhi stood up, "So what?"

She glanced at Zhang Yuan and said, "Remember to remind your brother that you should drink the medicine one sip at a time. No matter how bad it tastes, it's still medicine. It's best not to think about changing the prescription midway."