A Romantic Story of a Girl from the Qin Dynasty

The carriage drove slowly along the streets of Xianyang in the direction of Qin Palace. Today, the search failed, so Zhiyu looked at the pedestrians in the market, and his mood inevitably became a little lower.

"Young Master, it's rare for you to leave the palace. Do you want to go somewhere else?"

asked the charioteer driving the carriage.

Zhiyu was thoughtful, thinking of his father's tenderness towards him today, and said with a smile

"Go to the pastry shop on the street and bring some back to your father."

The carriage turned around and walked back to the street.

It is naturally not easy to seize the kingdom that belongs to him from a person who should inherit the throne, but it is not impossible. It requires a little means and a little luck.

In Zhiyu's eyes, Fusu is a very gentle and humble elder brother. Even if he is not favored by his father, he has never treated him harshly. Just like Yihua said, if Fusu ascends the throne, he will naturally be favored by the people. If you love someone, you won't treat yourself harshly, you understand this. But...the temptation of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers cannot be neutralized by these invisible and intangible advantages. Zhiyu wants the throne, and even more, he wants to get the unique love of his father.

Just when he was crying because he couldn't find his right-hand man, the carriage suddenly stopped suddenly, and then the charioteer outside began to curse for no apparent reason.

Zhiyu clicked his tongue and asked impatiently.

"What happened?"

"Young Master, a beggar stopped our carriage and begged for money!"

The charioteer was indignant

"These days, even beggars are so bold that they dare to block the palace carriage! I think he is looking for death!"

Zhiyu didn't have the time to be angry with a beggar, and he didn't bother to talk to the charioteer. He just said with a bit of displeasure.

"You just give me money to spend, why is there so much nonsense!"

Zhiyu sat back down and felt that this beggar was also brave. Didn't he know the carriage in the palace? He is still blind, how dare he ask the emperor's relatives for money.

It was just a sudden curiosity. Zhiyu opened the curtain and saw a man in ragged clothes lying on the ground. He was unkempt and his face could not be seen clearly.

Seeing the charioteer throwing down two sword coins, the beggar kowtowed quickly, then quickly picked up the sword coins, stood up, and limped back in the opposite direction.

"Zhao...Song?"

Zhiyu was stunned for a moment and looked at the thin figure limping away. Even though Zhao Gao had been away for more than ten years, with this thin figure and slightly lame right foot, the one who had always been smiling at the time, The image of Zhao Gao, who was cautious in his words and deeds, still broke into Zhiyu's memory.

"Zhao Song!!"

he shouted quickly

The beggar didn't look back. Zhiyu was stunned and shouted again

"Zhao Gao! It's me!!"

The beggar who had walked away slowly turned around. With his slightly confused and experienced eyes, he saw the noble young master in the carriage at a glance.

"Little boy..."

Zhao Gao was stunned on the spot, unable to believe that the person in front of him was his child back then! He is now a handsome young man with a handsome appearance, leaning out to look at him!

That's Zhao Gao, you can't mistake it! Zhiyu became more sure after seeing his face, but for some reason, Zhao Gao turned around and ran away again. Could it be that... he didn't recognize him?

"Don't go! Don't you recognize me?"

Zhiyu hurriedly got out of the car and chased after him.

Zhao Gao ran so fast despite his lame leg, and was caught by Zhi Yu in a moment!

"I am Zhiyu! Don't you recognize me as the child you took care of in the palace before?"

Zhao Gao's eyes dodge and he crouched in a ball. He desperately tried to break free from his hands and kept mumbling.

"Young Master is a noble man, how can you touch a beggar like me? Your hands are dirty!"

"You are Zhao Song from back then, aren't you? I will never admit it! I have been looking for you all these years! Where did you go? Why are you in such a state of desolation?"

Zhao Gao was hunted back then and was able to survive by selling his childhood sweetheart with whom he had grown up. At that time, he had no way to return to the palace and was too embarrassed to see his mother. Someone in Xianyang wanted to kill him. If he dared to stay long, he would be injured along the way. When he was on the run, he did not dare to look for work in a big way for fear of being recognized by his enemies, and he did not dare to stay in the same place for a long time, so he begged and slept in the open. In addition, he was an eunuch, so he was inevitably bullied. In order to survive, Zhao Gao had no choice but to Suck it up. In the past ten years, people have been different from humans, ghosts are not like ghosts, and there is no one to complain about the grievances. Looking at the well-dressed young master in front of me, he still remembers me, and he doesn't care about the filth and smell. Holding on to himself, such a nobleman could remember such a humble self, Zhao Gao's heart, which had long been unable to feel the warmth and coldness of the world, seemed to finally start beating again.

"Little boy..."

Zhao Gao held Zhiyu's arm tightly, tears rolling down his eyes. His eyes held Zhiyu tightly, as if he wanted to pour out all the grievances he had suffered over the years. Zhiyu looked at his trembling lips and his eyes filled with sorrow. His face was naturally moved. He looked at his disheveled hair and skinny bones. He must have suffered unimaginable suffering!

"Quickly, help me get him to the carriage!"

Zhiyu calls to the attendant not far away

A group of people came in a hurry, naturally they were taboo about the dirty smell of beggars, but the master opened his mouth, and whoever dared to neglect them had to frown and help him get into the carriage.

"Quickly, go to the restaurant I often go to!"

The carriage was speeding on the street, and Zhiyu and Zhao Gao were sitting side by side. At this time, Zhao Gao was still a little timid and uncomfortable. He tried not to touch Zhiyu. The material he was wearing was something he could never afford in his life. . Zhao Gao was even more afraid that the child he had been so close to back then had now become a high-ranking aristocrat. When they met again on the street today, he was afraid that the young master was just joking on a whim.

The carriage quickly arrived at the restaurant. He called the attendants to give Zhao Gao a good bath, changed into clean clothes, and ordered a table of delicious food. When Zhao Gao sat down in fear in front of the table full of delicacies, he was at a loss. Zhiyu walked out of the door.

He put a few gold cakes into the hands of the attendants who came with him today.

The attendant was in a daze looking at the heavy golden cake in his hand, and then he reminded him

"What you saw outside the palace today and what you heard outside the palace are not allowed to be spoken out a word when you return to the palace. If someone I know leaks it, then I cannot guarantee his life or death! "

"Yes, yes! Don't worry, young master, the slaves will never say a word to anyone else!"

A few people took the gold cake and had fun, how could they talk too much!

"Go, go downstairs and order some side dishes, boil a pot of good wine and eat it. No one is allowed to go upstairs without my order!"

Although Zhao Gao was very hungry in the house, he did not move his chopsticks when he looked at the table full of delicacies. This was a etiquette engraved in Zhao Gao's bones. He always regarded him as his master. The master was not at the table. As for himself, How could the slave use the chopsticks first?