The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Zhang Zisheng looked down at his face.

"Don't say you didn't hear what mom just said."

"I'll be dizzy and have no idea what you're talking about."

"Are you really that drunk?"

"Really, I can still lie to you."

"But you act like nothing happened now."

"Well... I just washed my face, so I'm a lot more awake."

"So you really didn't hear anything?"

"No."

"Then I'll repeat it again. Mother said..." Just as he was halfway through his sentence, Zhang Zisheng reached out to cover his mouth, looked at him calmly and said:

"Does it matter what Auntie says?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ze suddenly stretched out his hand through her lower back. Zhang Zisheng screamed, but she had no time to struggle. In a moment, she was picked up by the waist and put into the arms of Qin Ze who was sitting on the chair.

"It really doesn't matter."

Qin Ze looked down at the girl in his arms: "Because I was going to welcome you into the palace."

"I also want you to be my queen."

As these words fell, the girl's calm face finally showed ripples. A flush covered her entire face, and her autumn-water eyes became bright and sparkling, with a crystal luster.

Qin Ze could feel the delicate body in his arms tense at this moment, and even felt her heart beating faster and faster, so he said again:

"Actually, last time in Jinling..."

"Ah."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Zisheng interrupted him softly, and at the same time she put her arm around Qin Ze's neck.

At this point, Qin Ze understood that no more words were needed, because the eyes of the face so close to him were closed. He could even see the long eyelashes trembling and the lips glowing with a rosy red light.

So he lowered his head and moved closer, then kissed her. As if possessed by a ghost, he stuck out his tongue and licked the girl's lips, which were exceptionally soft.

After the kiss, he was about to raise his head and separate, but the arms around his neck were still tightening down.

About dozens of breaths, or even longer.

When Qin Ze stood up, he opened his mouth and let out a long breath, while Zhang Zisheng buried her face in his arms. Qin Ze could only see her red ears and pink neck.

"If you keep tightening it this tight, my neck will be dislocated." Qin Ze twisted his neck and joked.

"Don't move, it's fine like this." The girl's voice was like a mosquito's hum.

"Okay." Qin Ze lowered his head and pressed it against the girl's black hair, quietly feeling the warmth and softness of the delicate body in his arms.

The night is getting darker.

Lin Wan, who was peeping outside the door, blushed and walked away.

-

Unlike the Qin Mansion which is festive tonight, the Shangshu Mansion is exceptionally quiet tonight.

Although it was late at night, the lights in the back hall were still on.

Zhang Li sat alone at the table in the back hall. There was no food or wine on the table, but there was a pot of wine that was half full.

As the joy and happiness of His Majesty's visit to the capital during the day gradually faded away, the old man felt a faint melancholy and great loneliness in his heart.

Zhang Li knew that his daughter probably would not come back tonight. From now on, she would have to live in the palace more often and would not wait for him to come back home like before.

Indeed, it would undoubtedly be a happy event if she could enter the palace in the future. That was the best destination for his daughter, and His Majesty was a trustworthy person. However, the old man still felt sad that his daughter, who had been with him for more than 20 years, was leaving him, even if she was not far away.

That's why he has been drinking alone until now tonight.

There wasn't much wine in a jug, and he had only drunk half of it, but he felt that the wine he drank tonight was particularly intoxicating, and it had made him drowsy.

But even so, he still poured another glass after drinking the wine in his glass.

After all, everything will be different starting from tonight. The daughter who has been with him for more than 20 years will become a wife and a mother. Even though he and she are still father and daughter, there is a barrier between them.

After all, she will have her own home, which will include her husband, children, and her entire family.

And you will be the only one left in your home.

As he became more drunk, the old man thought about his daughter for a while, and his thoughts drifted further away.

The figures of several sons gradually emerged in my mind.

He thought of his eldest son, a man of few words and a dull disposition, who was always practicing in the backyard with his heavy long sword. Day after day, year after year, regardless of whether it was hot summer or cold winter, he seemed to always be shouting and practicing martial arts in the backyard.

Most of the memories of his eldest son in the old man's mind are of this scene. The old man, who knows nothing about wielding swords and guns, finds it difficult to communicate with his son much on a daily basis. He only knows that his eldest son is very good at martial arts. After all, this was commented on by an old friend himself, who said that he would definitely gain a great reputation with this skill in the future.

But is it useful to be good at martial arts? He died in Huichang at a young age, and this death not only did not bring him any good reputation, but also left him with the bad reputation of being "arrogant and greedy for merit."

Fortunately, he has been cleared of all charges now.

"My son's death was not in vain." Zhang Li murmured, picked up the wine bottle, drank it all, and then tremblingly poured another glass.

But by this time his hands were no longer steady and the wine spilled everywhere.

Looking at the puddle of water on the table, the old man shook his head vigorously, and with this shake, his memory was instantly brought back to that thunderstorm night many years ago.

It rained particularly heavily that day. The old man had a clear memory of the day. He whipped his second son severely with a whip and had a quarrel with him in the rain. His second son ran away from home that night and never came back.

"I.....how could I be so stupid."

Zhang Li suddenly became furious when he thought of this past event, and slapped himself in the face with such force that he even staggered.

He collapsed in the chair, and it took him a long time to calm down. Then he slowly stood up holding the armrests.

But as soon as he stood still, a strong feeling of dizziness made his feet unstable and he fell to the ground again.

'father!'

"Jian'er?!" Zhang Li raised his head suddenly, but when he looked around blankly, there was no one in sight.

“Gone… Gone…” The old man shook his head and laughed sadly. His youngest son had already died in the Beiku grassland. How could he come back to call him dad now?

It was just an auditory hallucination caused by drinking too much.

Some left, some left. There is no child left in this house tonight.

He staggered to his feet, grabbing the edge of the table, and then slowly walked towards the door.

But before he had taken two steps, he heard an urgent shout from outside the door.

"I'm back, Master!"

"came back!"

Zhang Li stopped walking, the sadness on his face disappeared, and he laughed drunkenly:

"You're back after all, this girl... hehe."

Zhang Li staggered out of the room and raised his half-open eyes to look, but suddenly felt a little dazed.

The person walking towards him with the maids and servants was not his daughter, but a tall and thin man. However, he was drunk and couldn't see clearly, so the man's face was particularly blurry.

The old man narrowed his eyes and asked the visitor, "Who is it? Which guest?"

The person who came suddenly quickened his pace and ran in front of Zhang Li in a few strides.

"father!"

A deep voice suddenly sounded, it was so real and powerful, but the old man felt it was an auditory hallucination.

His eyes were still blurry, trying hard to see the visitor's face.

"Dad, it's...it's me." The man's voice was no longer deep and powerful, but trembling instead.

It was not until then that the old man finally saw the visitor's face clearly.

It was a face with red eyes, untidy beard, and a scar on the forehead, which looked particularly weathered.

This face was strange yet familiar, but in just a moment, the strangeness disappeared completely, and the unforgettable sense of familiarity that I had missed day and night swept over my heart.

The person who came was not a guest, but his second son Zhang Ran.

The old man burst into tears and he hugged his returning son, crying inconsolably.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and under the moonlight, the extraordinarily tall tree in the backyard moved in the wind. As the lush green leaves trembled, the rosy fruits were shining with crystal light.

Suddenly, there was a "click" sound.

A ripe plum fell to the ground.