It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

The bells in the distance rang as dusk fell. This night was like most of Xu Zhi's nights in Qin. From dusk, she could see the setting sun hiding behind the clouds again, retracting its golden light, and bringing the tranquil mountains and ancient roads to her.

Unfortunately, there is more to this place than silence. The modern life she was used to and familiar with has long been eroded bit by bit by the neat palace, elegant etiquette, and bizarre situation.

Many officials gave her respectful yet puzzled looks and then saluted her.

Xu Zhi noticed a detail. These men in court robes, not just Wei Ju, but also Wei Liao and Wang Wan, no longer called her "Princess" in public, but "Your Highness".

The palace road went from noisy to quiet.

Meng Yi was walking not far ahead, and Xu Zhi took two steps forward.

She did not hide or conceal anything about Meng Yi.

Just now in the palace, Xu Zhi decided to go all out and told Meng Tian why she was leaving late.

Three long shadows were cast on the gray wall: one was her, one was Meng Yi, and one was an eunuch whose appearance was unclear.

"I need to meet Li Xian's father." "There are some things I want to discuss with him face to face."

She did not say Li Si or Li Tingwei, but Li Xian's father.

This phrase made Meng Yi pause. If someone else had said this directly, it would have been awkward. But she did not deviate. No matter which path she had, it seemed that she had no choice but to choose this one. But in the end, she would always have the confidence to negotiate with it.

She was not just talking to Li Si, she was confronting the past.

Mo Qi wanted to tell her that she was not unconscious. She was holding a pistol from two thousand years ago. When she fired the gun, she saw Zhang Liang's eyes of disbelief and despair.

This wasn't the first time she had shown cruelty in front of him, but it was definitely the first time she had attempted to kill someone in front of him.

Even though she knew that doing so would probably result in her completely losing Zhang Liang, she knew that she had to do it.

She would rather fight against the destiny than resign herself to it.

Meng Yi heard her pretending to be arrogant in the afterglow of the setting sun: "If Lord Meng wants to listen in on my conversation with Li Si, I don't mind."

...Meng Yi would rather avoid this kind of thing.

And she has already said this.

Meng Yi had no choice but to prevent her from meeting Li Si.

"Your Highness, I will be waiting for you at the main entrance in three quarters of an hour."

"One moment is enough. It won't make things difficult for the adults."

Meng Yi watched her turn around and walk towards Zhangtai Palace.

The figure from before walked to Meng Yi's side.

Dusk enveloped him, turning his clothes ochre.

Meng Yi asked, "Why do you need to change into clothes like this?"

Li Xian wanted to say something, but swallowed it back when the words came to his lips.

Meng Yi shook his head. "My brother said he couldn't understand you. I don't understand you either."

it's actually really easy.

The Imperial Censorate was investigating the whereabouts of Zhang Er and Chen Yu, and it would take him at least fifteen days to get away. After that, he could not stay in Xianyang and had to return to Shu immediately.

This time, he would probably have an excuse to come back only when Qi surrendered.

He missed her. He wanted her eyes to stay on him, even for just a second.

But what Li Xian did not expect was that the person who held him accountable was not his immediate superior.

But -

"The king hopes that you can explain in detail what happened in Mount Zhongnan." Meng Yi said.

The king. Ying Zheng.

Only then did Li Xian understand a little bit of Mo Qi's feelings - the power of fate that Mo Qi talked about.

Ying Zheng and Li Si were both extremely smart people. It was precisely this wisdom beyond the boundaries of their time that made them change all the people who answered the questions!

In other words, even if they knew the answers in advance, this was no longer the same test paper as the last one.

Li Xian didn't know the specific situation of Mo Qi in the mountains, and it was Xu Zhi who let him into the cabinet.

Then should he explain Mo Qi's affairs clearly? ——Mo Qi is related to Han Fei, and involving Han Fei will involve the operation of the mystery of life and death that year.

He finally contacted Sikong Ma, but the elderly Xunzi refused to come to Qin no matter what.

And Xu Zhi...is what she told Ying Zheng the truth?

——Chen Yu and Zhang Er were just people accompanying Zhang Liang.

Li Xian had long wanted to kill Zhang Liang.

But she wanted Zhang Liang to be alive.

Does he want to use Ying Zheng's words to push Zhang Liang completely into the abyss?

The last ray of sunlight disappeared from the horizon.

Every part of the palace was filled with the joy and happiness of the wedding, even the main hall of Zhangtai Palace, which was wrapped in black and red satin, was no exception.

In Huashuo Palace, the auspicious ceremony was completed and a happy marriage was concluded.

The beauty covered her face with a feather fan, and Fusu gently took the handle of the fan from Wang Heng.

She always wore military uniform and rarely dressed like a girl. Little did he know that she looked different in red makeup. For a moment, he was stunned for a long while.

"Aheng, you are so beautiful."

"Don't I look good the way I usually do?"

Fusu's eyes first fell on her shoulders, and then he held her gently.

"Aheng. It has more colors just because you wear it."

Wang Heng lowered her head and stroked the wide sleeves of her robe. Before she got married, her parents, brothers and sister-in-law Feng Wan had all said a lot to her.

They talked about the situation in the court, the Wang family's future plans, and the problems that her Crossbow Battalion might face - to abolish it or to incorporate it.

And what to do as a married woman.

Unfortunately, they never asked her what she thought, not even a single question.

Wang Heng had long taken this for granted, thinking it was what she should do for the sake of her family and her lover.

The first time she heard this question from someone was not long ago.

The one who asked about her confusion was her "notorious" sister-in-law, Ying Hehua.

At that time, she had just returned from the State of Chu and was bedridden.

On the first day, she was not as obedient as the rumors said. Wang Heng saw it with her own eyes. She kept crying when she woke up and refused to take medicine no matter what.

Fusu was very anxious.

Wang Heng accompanied her father to meet Ying Zheng, and later went with Fusu to visit her in Zhilan Palace.

Fusu was temporarily called away by Wang Wan on the way.

When Wang Heng entered the palace, Ying Hehua did not stand up. She thought she probably mistook her for Shen Zhi, or maybe she was talking to herself.

She heard soft crying behind the gauze curtain, and she whimpered indistinctly, "It hurts."

"Princess? What's wrong with you?"

Wang Heng hurried over and saw her curled up, sweating profusely, as if she was suffering from a nightmare.

She called her several times.

"When it hit me, it really hurt," she said.

Wang Heng asked what it was, but Ying Hehua didn't say anything else. She just clutched the quilt tightly and pressed it against her chest.

Wang Heng kissed her a few times to calm her fear.

She opened her eyes hazily, and he probably thought she was also a member of the dream. "Wang Heng? My brother likes you." She paused for a while, "Do you want to be his wife, or Sima Wang in the military camp?"

Later, Ying Hehua never woke up, and Wang Heng told no one about this incident.

She loved Fusu, but she also did not forget her childhood dream.

The wide-sleeved wedding dress seemed to lock her dream into a gorgeous shell.

Fusu saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, so he asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Wang Heng raised her eyes and looked at her handsome husband. "I think I will miss the feeling of the wind."

As it turned out, Fusu was better at expressing himself than Ying Zheng in this regard, and he had learned his sister's outspokenness.

He naturally inherited Zheng Li's gentle and gentle appearance. Even though he was used to intrigue and deception, he never forgot himself.

He remembered the wind at Hangu Pass. When he first arrived at the military camp, the wind was very strong, and it blew on his face like a knife. He had never experienced this before, as he was used to staying in the palace. Because of his training, no one except Wang Jian knew that he was the eldest son Fusu. It was winter when he went there, and he didn't know many things, which made him very embarrassed - making a fire was not difficult for him, but he couldn't find the answer in the book to make a fire in the snow, so he could only make white smoke, which inevitably made him laugh at his comrades.

She squatted next to him and placed the flint and hay beside him. "How about you try these again?"

She taught him methodically.

He had seen her riding a steed, leaning sideways, her fingertips brushing the tips of the lush water grass, and with a single shot of a crossbow, she could hit the target even from a hundred paces away on horseback.

After four years together, he still didn't know whose daughter she was. It was only before the battle of Jingxing between Zhao State and Zhao State that their identities were revealed.

Fusu smiled warmly, "I have a gift for you."

He spent five thousand gold coins to buy the item in the box from his sister.

I don't know who Hehua learned this skill of raising the price from. She didn't ask for a high price to begin with, but when she heard that it was to be given to Wang Heng, she immediately raised the price.

When the wooden box was opened, the pistol was revealed on the black velvet cloth. The copper body had been polished to a very high shine.

If Xu Zhi knew about this, she would be horrified. She would never expect that someone would give his wife a pistol as a gift on their wedding night.

What Fusu did was not a pistol, but a silent promise.

Because he understood her dreams.

The candlelight flickered, and the red and purple curtains hung down.

The room is filled with spring sunshine, and the flowers are as beautiful as the moon.

-

The corridor was very long, and most court officials were not allowed to take this passage leading to the main entrance.

The sky gradually darkened. Not far away, a black robe cast a long shadow in front of a bronze lamp.

Xu Zhi walked forward, but Li Si turned around faster than her, and then, as expected, he cupped his hands. "I have failed to educate my children properly, letting the princess get frightened outside. Please ask the princess to intercede with the eldest son and let him go."

The moment the scroll was delivered intact to Li Si's house and he received Ying Hehua's visiting card, Li Si knew that she had seen through what he wanted to do.

Xu Zhi smiled, "I am surprised that the court official accepted the plan on Mount Zhongnan so quickly."

"Isn't it the princess's surprise to see Zhang Liang?"

"Does the Minister of Justice know that my meeting with Han Fei was also an accident?"

Even Li Si probably didn't expect that Xu Zhi had already dealt with such quick and sharp questions countless times.

Her response was exactly the same as his.

Li Si waved his hands and laughed. "Okay, I'll get straight to the point." "Princess, please tell me everything you saw on the mountain."

Unexpectedly, Li Si felt dangerous as soon as she opened her mouth.

"I think my father will know from the king's wife soon."

Li Si's eyes darkened, "Your Highness, aren't you afraid of valuable things? You are not worried about the scarcity of them, but the inequality of their distribution?"

She knew he was asking her if she had decided to take the balance of the Wang family.

"Tingwei." Xu Zhi said, "You are too ruthless. Aren't you afraid of hurting innocent people?"

Li Si said: "If the grassland is full of rabbits, the grassland will be lost."

"If we want to make the jackals less greedy and cruel, what good strategy does the court commander have?"

Li Si smiled deeply and said, "Am I the jackal?"

"It depends on what the court official thinks."

"Then I think a greedy wolf can't raise a few rabbits for fun while hunting?"

She wanted to coexist, and he wouldn't allow that to happen.

The white snow fell gently on her hair like catkins. She reached out to catch a piece.

"Look, it's snowing again," she said.

At this time, Zhao Gao came out from the other end of the corridor, "Mr. Tingwei, it's a good thing you didn't go far. The king is summoning your son. Please go as well."

Zhao Gao was sweating profusely as he ran out of Zhangtai Palace. There were traces of blood on his sleeves.

Li Si was visibly panicking.

"Princess, what do you mean?"

"If you allow me to be of the same kind as Li Xian."

Snow fluttered and stained Li Si's official robe. She said this, but he saw what was in her eyes, which were glowing with a faint green light and a fascinating gaze.

A real wolf has been waiting for the opportunity, just waiting for the fatal blow.

Bite his throat and force him to show his magnanimity.

Ying Hehua is the wolf.