It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

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It was almost dusk, and this was Hanzhong. The Qinling Mountains in the north were like a barrier, the Micang Mountain in the south was looming in the clouds and mist, and ginkgo and fir trees grew lushly on the rolling hills.

Tao Yao led her and the groom along narrow paths, and few people usually set foot in these places.

Golden leaves spread flatly across the hills.

I saw the little princess stepping on the soft yellow-brown soil, as if she had never seen the world before. Even though her wrists were tied, she happily grabbed a handful of leaves, threw them in the air again and again, and then stood on the fallen leaves. Transition in circles.

How could anyone be a hostage like this?

Xu Zhi murmured that she had never left the palace, and optimistically told Taoyao that this was a rare trip for her.

A little girl with no strength to tie a chicken could not escape her sight. Tao Yao thought she was being playful and still let her grab all the leaves.

Xu Zhi didn't seem to care on the surface. She followed the carriage eastward without crying or fussing, praying that it would never rain.

At least those who come looking for her must know her direction.

The huge palace was shrouded in an aura of oppression and terror.

Ying Zheng has been sitting at the sand table for a long time, still wearing Xuan Shang from yesterday.

He didn't feel the bamboo slips in his hand being smashed out, and he didn't close his eyes all night, reading the drawings of each city gate over and over again.

Under the heavily guarded royal city, no useful information could be found.

His expression was horribly gloomy, and the entire platform sank into the ice.

Zhao Gao saw the kneeling Xianyang Ling sweating tremblingly.

Zhao Gao hesitated again and again, thinking about Concubine Zheng's condition just now, and hurriedly took two steps forward. His eyes only dared to fall on the edge of Ying Zheng's square rhombus robe, and he trembled and said in his ear:

"...Your Majesty, Mrs. Zheng's mood is not at peace. Look..."

"It's the widow who failed her."

Before she finished speaking, the dark blue skirt had already entered the palace door.

Zheng Li's eyebrows were furrowed. She pulled up her long hair and held a bronze sword in her hand. As soon as she entered the door, she walked straight towards Ying Zheng's position without making any courtesy.

"Husband, madam..." Zhao Gao hurried down the steps.

"Zhao Gao retreat."

Zhao Gao glanced at Zheng Li timidly, "...Nuo."