It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

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"Hehua is young and she speaks willfully. You don't have to worry about the ovary."

When Fusu began to whisper his words like this, Zhang Liang felt a little distraught. He looked at the brother and sister in front of him. One was gentle and magnanimous in his gestures, even his smile was comforting, and the other...

Only in front of Fu Su would Ying Hehua show that sweet smile that came from the heart and belonged to a child.

"Brother, I have to go to the camp with General Ying Teng to inspect everything about the army. He Hua must stay in the palace and be obedient. We will set off back to Qin tomorrow."

"Yeah." Xu Zhi nodded obediently.

"By the way..." Fusu suddenly remembered something and was stunned for a long time, "Where's that Tao Yao next to you?"

Xu Zhi looked into Fusu's eyes and told half truth and half lie.

"... She was actually the one who kidnapped me into Korea, and she died at the hands of an assassin on the road. Before she died, she asked me to give this hairpin to my mother-in-law."

This silver bamboo leaf hairpin is a few years old. The branches and leaves are stretched out, and the leaves cover the bamboo joints. It is not only hollowed out with silver threads, but also seems to be connected with light cyan silk threads.No flower-wrapped ornaments were unearthed in the Qin Dynasty, and the earliest large-scale cultural relics were only found in the Ming Dynasty.

"And this whistle."

Xu Zhi put the bone whistle in Fusu's hand.

"Taoyao said this is a Mo family thing."

The flute whistle is the certificate of Mohist disciples. The flute whistle will not be blown easily. If it is blown, it will be the entrustment of the last wish, and the fellow disciples must fulfill their long-cherished wish.

"This is what Taoyao gave you," Fusu said, returning the flute whistle to his sister's hand, "She wanted you to keep it for her."

Xu Zhi pinched the object in his hand and nodded.

It is more than 500 kilometers from Xinzheng to Xianyang, and the horse-drawn carriage travels slowly, so the journey to Qin is still ten days long.

Zhang Liang's retainers never returned, and he undoubtedly felt in danger.

The State of Qin was not as peaceful as Ying Hehua described. There were countless undercurrents hidden under the sea, waiting to drag people into the abyss.

A faint light slanted in from the window curtains of the carriage.

The eldest son carefully protected the sleepy He Hua, fearing that the shaking of the carriage would cause her to fall off the couch.

Zhang Liang's chariot followed the king's chariot, and beside him sat two strong men from Qin.

Li Xian rode his horse to the side.

To be honest, even the nobles of the Han family in the Han Palace were not treated like Zhang Liang.

The formation of horseshoes left everything in Xinzheng far behind.As if the distant past has become a thing of the past, he must see the way forward from the complicated thoughts.

Xu Zhi was actually awake. She was nestled in the spacious carriage, rehearsing several events in her mind about returning to Xianyang.

Bringing Zhang Liang back to Qin was like placing a time bomb around her. If this bomb was picked up by others, it would become the number one dangerous item.

Li Xian's intentions were unclear, and he might have done a lot of things behind her back.Her allies have also become the object of suspicion, so she cannot relax for a moment.

Perhaps only in Fusu, next to her brother, could she let down her guard and truly feel safe.

The sky is getting brighter, and the red sun in the east will appear from the hills. Liangshan has not become so lively for a long time. The people of Xinzheng can be seen in the distance on the sparkling moat. They welcome King Han from the city gate to the ancient pavilion in the suburbs.

The chariot Han An rides on is decorated with Korean green algae-colored seals on its shafts, shafts, rings, bells and pole heads.

He did not wait for Taoyao.

It is late autumn in Shu, and patches of ginkgo cover the ground in golden color. The wind carrying moisture blows across Huaiqing's face.

She shed her tired face.