Chaotic Qin

During the Warring States Period, the land of China was torn apart, and wars continued for hundreds of years.

Although this year is a good year, and the villages and towns have also celebrated, the men are still not enough to pay for farming, and the women are not enough to weave.

Therefore, although the custom of celebrating the new year has begun to spread among the princes and nobles, it still has not been able to spread to the homes of ordinary people.

Qin Zichu staggered in the carriage for nearly a day, almost dying, he did not expect that he would be so motion sick.

Before sunset, the group finally arrived at a dilapidated village not far from Handan City. The windows of the best houses in the village were still full of holes. The north wind whizzed through the hall, making Qin Zichu shiver uncontrollably. But he woke up a lot because of it.

These days, even a poor horse is not affordable for ordinary people. Lu Buwei blatantly took the poor horse for too big a goal, so as soon as he entered the village, his capable servants rushed to the next village to replace a few horses with an unremarkable ox cart.

But when Lu Buwei saw Qin Zichu's sickly and purple-faced face, he paused to give orders to his servants, and suddenly couldn't remember what he was going to say.

He cleared his throat, turned around and ordered: "Go quickly and find the Firefox fur I bought in Zhao Guo, and put it on for Madam."

The address Lu Buwei uttered reached Qin Zichu's ears, making him frown uncontrollably.

Lu Buwei laughed very naturally, walked in front of him, put Qin Zichu's scattered temples behind his ear, held his hand and said, "The original address can no longer be used, otherwise people will know it wherever we go."

After finishing speaking, Lu Buwei took the fox fur from the servant and wrapped it around Qin Zichu. The two were about the same height, but he pinched Qin Zichu's shoulder and forced him to turn around. Pushing his palm from behind, he said in a doting voice : "Come into the house quickly when it's cold, I've had people prepare the bedding, and the brazier has been set up."

Although Qin Zichu knew that Lu Buwei was taking advantage of him, he couldn't refute Lu Buwei's words.

Feeling aggrieved, he took a deep breath and told himself that the future would be long, and then he turned and entered the room.

Lu Buwei was very meticulous in his work. Since he told his servants that the person in the pink brocade robe was "Madame", it didn't matter who Qin Zichu was originally. The male and female servants in the caravan only had the title "Madame" for Qin Zichu.

Since Qin Zichu is the "Madam", it is natural for him to live in the same room as Lu Buwei, so instead, the two pushed Zhao Ji, who hadn't figured out what was going on, into the side room next door.

Zhao Ji gave the main room a vicious look, and was comforted by Zhao Songshi to suppress the unhappiness in her heart, and walked into the side room with her stomach in her hands.

But at night, she slept very badly, and her stomach was throbbing and hurting non-stop.

She always felt that she was going to give birth, so she couldn't help calling Dr. Wei four or five times overnight, which made it impossible for the few people living in the hospital to rest well.

After the Chinese New Year, it is the time of the cold spring, and the thunderstorm last night made it even colder.

The muddy ground that should have been slippery and slippery was frozen hard. The bullock cart was loaded with a lot of goods, and there were a few petty customers, slipping in the frozen muddy ground, but the sky was still gloomy, with no sign of clearing up , It looks like there is still a rain and snow.

The sky was billowing with dark clouds, and there was a thunderous explosion from time to time, scaring Zhao Ji who hadn't had a rest until she screamed frequently.

"Go and let her be quiet!" Lu Buwei frowned dissatisfiedly, and ordered directly to his servants without looking at Qin Zichu.

Qin Zichu didn't seem to hear Lu Buwei sent his servants to reprimand his wife, and read with a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand with a calm expression, without any emotion on his face.

Lu Buwei secretly glanced at Qin Zichu, seeing his relaxed and contented appearance, his heart was burning with anger.

I originally thought that if I slept together yesterday, I could always take the opportunity to peek at Qin Zichu's sleeping face after he fell asleep, to relieve his lovesickness, but I didn't expect that Qin Zichu felt so light that if there was any movement, he would immediately get up and rush to Zhao Ji's room calls for a doctor!

As a result, Zhao Ji was fine, and Lu Buwei himself was trampled six times by the nervous Qin Zichu.

Qin Zichu was indeed thin and his muscles were tight, but no matter how thin he was, he was still a grown man. His whole body weight was concentrated on his feet and stepped on Lu Buwei's calf. Today he almost got into the car with a limp on one leg.

"Stop it, stop it!!" Zhao Song's old and sharp voice sounded again.

Lu Buwei immediately looked down, and turned his head to look at the car behind coldly. Although he didn't say a word, Qin Zichu could see the disgust in his eyes.

He put down the bamboo slips in his hand, got up straight away and said, "I'll go see my wife, she's a month old, and she's worried and afraid every day, without me being there to comfort her."

Lu Buwei directly grabbed Qin Zichu's sleeve and refused: "You are my 'wife' now, it is inappropriate to comfort a 'concubine'."

Qin Zichu looked at Lu Buwei with a half-smile, slowly pulled his sleeves out of his hands, and said in a light tone: "This makes me appear virtuous, virtuous, broad-minded, and have the bearing of a mother."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Zichu jumped out of the car with his skirt in his hand, and headed straight for Zhao Ji's carriage.

Lu Buwei frowned and clenched his palms tightly.

He looked out from the still shaking car door, and the person he was dreaming of today no longer had a bit of femininity, so he rolled up the skirt in his belt, revealing the bottom of the skirt embroidered with red plum silk trousers, two long With a kick of his legs, he got directly into the back car.

"What about you bitch... Young Master?!" Zhao Ji's sharp growl that changed her tone only halfway through, turned into a higher-pitched question of surprise.

Lu Buwei sneered, looking down on Zhao Ji's stupidity in his heart, but the smile disappeared completely when he turned his face.

He remembered how Zhao Ji used her seductive and affectionate face and charming body to make Qin Zichu be seduced by her, and she insisted on marrying a broken shoe to enter the house!

Thinking back in his heart, Lu Buwei's gloomy complexion was even darker than the bottom of a pot - Zhao Ji was able to see Qin Zichu because he heard about Zhao Ji's beautiful name and welcomed her in as a concubine.

Zhao Ji is really a scourge!

The more Lu Buwei thought about it, the more angry he became, he didn't want to see Qin Zichu's gentle and considerate appearance to Zhao Ji at all, so he quickly reached out and closed the car door tightly, out of sight and out of mind.

But Zhao Ji's compartment was not well sealed, and Lu Buwei could hear what she said to Qin Zichu clearly.

He pricked up his ears, still didn't know what Qin Zichu said, but Zhao Ji stopped whining!

"Madam, do you think I'm suitable for this soft color?" Qin Zichu said softly to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji gave Qin Zichu a sideways look, and said softly, "Young master is handsome, and he can afford any color."

"Is it uncomfortable here? Let me rub your stomach lightly, is it better?"

Qin Zichu's words finally made Lu Buwei quite clear. From this sentence, he directly sketched Zhao Ji Xiaoniao leaning in Qin Zichu's embrace, and Qin Zichu's eyes were full of warmth, covering her slender and slender hands Gently stroking Zhao Ji's stomach, with a low voice coaxing.

He felt like his lungs were going to explode!

"Oh, don't~ my lord, he kicked me! It's really not good." Zhao Ji yelled coquettishly, her energetic voice couldn't hear her screaming like she was dying yesterday.

"Nonsense, how could our son be so misbehaving? He came out in a hurry so as not to tire you. He knows how to love others." Qin Zichu gently kissed Zhao Ji's belly, rubbing his palms carefully.

Zhao Ji's stomach has gradually moved down since she was nine months old, and the feeling of being particularly bloated made him feel a little smaller.

Putting his hands on his stomach, he could feel the little life in his stomach more clearly.

Unborn children often move their hands and feet, and this kind of surprise cannot be expressed in words.

Ever since Zhao Ji's baby started moving, one of his favorite activities was touching her bulging belly, saying silly things, and constantly praising the unborn baby.

Zhao Ji had a smile on her face, but she had other thoughts. She felt that Qin Zichu attached great importance to the child in her womb, and didn't really like her.

Qin Zichu continued to gently massage Zhao Ji's stomach, raised his head, and met Zhao Ji's eyes with different intentions with a gentle look: "Madam, you have worked hard these days."

Zhao Ji was startled, and Qin Zichu's words were interrupted from her original thoughts.

Tears gushed out of the watery almond eyes for some reason, hanging in Zhao Ji's eye sockets and spinning back and forth.

She grabbed Qin Zichu's palm and buried her face in it. For the first time, she didn't want to use tears as a way to win favor.

She shook her head vigorously and sniffed: "Having children is a matter of course, and my concubine is very happy to have a son of a son."

Qin Zichu would have been very moved if he had heard this before, but now he didn't feel the slightest waver in his heart after hearing this. He smiled and hugged Zhao Ji tightly, without responding a word.

The carriage was still moving forward in the icy cold rain.

There is a flat river here, there is no place to shelter from the rain, and there is no shelter from the rain at all. I continue to walk forward staggeringly, but I can't walk fast at all because of the slippery.

Walking towards the west of the sun, suddenly there was a strong vibration from behind, but no one would pass by in this barren mountain!

Lu Buwei looked at the panicked caravan, frowned, and said unhappily: "Go on, why panic? The world is not peaceful, but we carry so many weapons for self-defense, what is there to be afraid of?"

After being scolded by Lu Buwei, the entourage and servants of the caravan immediately quieted down.

Lu Buwei looked anxiously at the rear compartment, hesitated for a moment, got up and ordered: "Bring both ladies into my compartment."

The servant moved quickly and together with Qin Zichu carefully helped Zhao Ji into Lu Buwei's carriage. At this moment, the horseshoes behind him shook more and more violently, and a group of Zhao soldiers in armor rushed to the front of the convoy to block their way. .

"Come out, come out, let's check." There was a lot of noise outside the carriage, Lu Buwei was startled, and looked up at Qin Zichu.

Qin Zichu's face remained unchanged, he hugged Zhao Ji very quickly and rolled into the carpet covered in the carriage together, he raised his hand and pulled the two people's clothes into a mess.

Lu Buwei instantly understood what Qin Zichu meant, and loosened his belt.

He was about to open the car door, but he paused, turned around and put the fox fur on Qin Zichu's exposed chest, and then pushed the car door with an unhappy expression.

The original noisy voices of the Zhao soldiers stopped suddenly, and the whole team fell silent.

Some veterans already had smirks on their faces, and they whispered to each other and kept looking into the carriage, wishing they could pull back the thick curtain hanging from the carriage to see the beauties inside clearly.

The author has something to say: Regarding the issue of Chinese New Year, the lazy author refers to the statement in "A Collection of Chinese Culture and Customs". It existed before the Han Dynasty, but the common people couldn't afford it, but it is still a special day for the nobles.

Wang Liqun of the "Lecture Forum of Hundred Schools" also said in the historical records that Yingzheng was named Zheng because he was born in the first month, so he defaulted to the existence of the year and the first month.

Neither "Warring States Policy" nor "Eastern Zhou Dynasty Chronicles" mentioned similar problems, and the lazy author "Historical Records" is not complete enough.

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