It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

I don’t know how much time has passed.

He smelled sandalwood vaguely, but it didn't seem to be that. It was somewhat like the musk he smelled in Guxiakou many years ago. When he tried to explore it again, the fragrance suddenly disappeared.

The tingling sensation spread from the chest to the brain.

Water was boiling on the stove, the ceramic lid was blown up and down by the steam, and the strong smell of medicine filled the air.

This courtyard in Liyang is filled with elegant green bamboos. The hanging white silk is lightly printed with patterns of the old Xinzheng area, and it is surrounded by jujube trees.

The neighbors are busy planting saplings around their yards.

The leaves of the saplings are large, and the branches are dark brown, slender and long.

The Qin people mostly planted food on their land, and rarely planted flowers and trees on the side of the courtyard. During the reign of Duke Xiao, Liyang was the capital of the Qin State, and everything here was planned with the capital in mind, even the fields were no exception.

When Zhang Yuan asked, he found out that all the drug stores in Liyang City had been buying magnolia at high prices for the past six months.

"It's quite cold here. How can I grow magnolia in winter?" Zhang Yuan thought as he was about to go into the house.

A clear voice suddenly sounded from behind Zhang Yuan.

"You'll know when spring comes."

The girl's hair was tied loosely behind her head. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her white and slender arms. As she spoke, she skillfully used a hoe to dig a groove in the soil.

"Mr. Tian said that a new method has been introduced from the capital, greenhouse cultivation, which means that we can build a warm room and store these seeds in it."

The neighbor nodded as well.

Seeing that he was confused about what she said, the girl did not get annoyed, but patiently explained.

What stunned Zhang Yuan was not the words, but her tone. She was not speaking the Qin dialect, but the Korean accent that he was familiar with. He had not heard such a tone for a long time. Zhang Yuan was stunned and a little confused for a moment.

The girl smiled and said, "You must be from another place. We all do it this way here." "This method my father learned is very effective. Why don't you take this seedling back and try it?"

"I," Zhang Yuan hadn't finished speaking when a magnolia seedling appeared in his hand.

The girl waved her hand. "If you have any problems with the seedlings, you can come to Sandao Village to find me. If you take good care of them, maybe they will bloom in the spring."

After she said that, she turned around and carried the hoe on her shoulder.

There is a small mole on her nose, as lively as a snowflake jumping on a branch.

Zhang Yuan was a nobleman for the first sixteen years of his life, and spent the remaining ten years in Qin State living a life of luxury and surveillance.

Zhang Liang blocked all the tortures that were pouring down on him.

He doesn't know how to do farm work, let alone plant trees.

It seemed that the girl had walked away because she saw that he was unwilling.

Zhang Yuan looked at the sapling in his hand. He suddenly looked up and called to the girl who was leaving, "Let me give it a try. What's your name?"

Hearing his voice, the woman paused and turned her head, "...You can call me Ah Chou."

Zhang Yuan felt that the name sounded familiar, but his memory was too vague and he could no longer remember it.

The woman left the village and was secretly picked up by a carriage.

"Girl, if you come here to meet someone from the Zhang family privately, I'm afraid it will bring danger to Shui Ling."

Zheng Chou looked dejected. "If I hadn't seen the letter Li Si wrote to my father, how would I have known that my father had been hiding this from me. He didn't bring me from Han to Qin because he was afraid that I would go looking for him."

"Girl, I have already found some clues to the matter you asked me to investigate. Some people say that Princess Yong'an was tied up by the King of Han, and there was something fishy about the attic fire. It was not because Zhang saved her life, but because they wanted to kill her. ... Shui Ling repeatedly asked us not to touch on the affairs of the Qin royal family. Otherwise, girl, we should not come again. It would be a taboo to displease the princess."

Zheng Chou had never seen Princess Yong'an, nor had he ever heard her name from her father Zheng Guo.

But my father's friend of different ages - the young prince of Wei, King Wei Ju of Wei, mentioned him twice inadvertently when he visited Zheng State.

Wei Ju openly proposed to Yong'an in the past, but was rejected by her. Not long after, he went to Xianyang.

It should be said that these two people are enemies, but it is so awkward that it is impossible for them to have any friendship.

But in his words, the princess who was feared by bureaucrats all over the country was actually a very sincere person.

"If Princess Yong'an doesn't want me to see Zhang Yuan, then I won't. But she hasn't stopped me yet."

"…You sneaked out, girl."

After the snow melted, the land revealed its original appearance.

In fact, Zhang Yuan is already very satisfied with his current life.

He just listened to his brother's arrangement and said some good things for Ying Hehua and Chun Yuyue. After the ban on the book was lifted, as his brother said, they could really escape.

Zhang Yuan was personally arranged to go to Liyang by the Qin bureaucrat, Chief Justice Li Si.

Not long after, his elder brother also arrived at Liyang without any hindrance, but he was inevitably injured after having been in prison.

Zhang Liang's health was not good to begin with, and after this ordeal, he was in a state of being awake and awake intermittently.

During this period, Zhang Yuan wondered more than once why Ying Hehua did not stop them from leaving Xianyang?

In the past ten years, Zhang Yuan had lived a pretty good life in Qin State. He knew that it was because of Ying Hehua that few people would disrespect the Zhang family.

However, his father forged iron tools with Lord Changping.

Zhang Yuan felt that they should have been executed along with their entire family at that time.

He didn't know that his brother was different from him.

He never knew that his brother and Han An were the masterminds of the assassination in Bolingsha.

He also didn't know that although his brother surrendered to Qin, he couldn't get rid of his heart for Han.

Zhang Yuan thought, at this point, Ying Hehua might be merciful and ready to let them go, or maybe she was tired of them.

Zhang Yuan felt indignant for his brother, but he could also understand these things from the perspective of a noble.

Because there was new news from Xianyang, the people of Liyang were all celebrating - Xunzi had come to Qin, and the great sage was willing to leave Qi and come to Qin.

Doesn’t this mean that the Qin State is only one step away from unifying the world?

But after Zhang Liang woke up, he didn't have much to say. He didn't even react much when he heard about this.

As the saying goes, an elder brother is like a father. Zhang Yuan never arbitrarily speculated on the correctness of what Zhang Liang was about to do.

There is another amazing thing. During this period, Zheng Chou often appeared in Liyang. She came to him to plant flowers and select seedlings. Zhang Yuan gradually found it interesting.

After he had achieved some success, he thought of Zhang Liang. In the past, he had planted many roses in his courtyard in Xianyang, Qin State. Now that he had come to Liyang, Zhang Yuan brought a pot of roses to Zhang Liang and asked him seriously, "Brother, do you still plant these?"

Zhang Liang waited for his next words.

Zhang Yuan complained, "I don't know who gave you the two pots in your yard before. They were planted poorly, so the flowers that grew out of them only looked good the first time. The rest of them almost all withered. Miss Achou said it might be because of insufficient nutrients." Zhang Yuan looked at the bright red flowers in the pottery pot again, "It could be that the flowers are too tough and bloom well in winter. Spring is here, why don't you plant new seedlings this year?"

Zhang Liang squatted down, took a reluctant look, and straightened the crooked branch as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, then stood up and said indifferently, "I don't like this flower."

Zhang Yuan looked at him strangely, "Then what should we do?"

"It's up to you." After he said that, his eyes did not linger on the flowers for a second, and he turned his back and walked into the house.

Zheng Chou couldn't bear to dispose of it casually, so she and Zhang Yuan spent a long time researching before they cultivated and grafted this high-quality flower.

Zhang Yuan also snorted secretly.

"He doesn't want it, so let's plant it on the edge of my yard." Zhang Yuan thought for a moment, "My brother once raised a magnolia, why don't we transplant it and replace it with a magnolia tree?"

Zheng Chou thought of his childhood and said with a smile, "No problem."

The spring breeze blows, and the warm light envelopes them. There are red flowers and green leaves, and smiling faces when they look back. This is what we call beautiful spring.