For teacher, for father

At the beginning of the night, the air is burning with the quiet fragrance of flowers. Red flowers and green leaves are planted everywhere in Xianyang Palace. The secluded woods and plants look more mysterious against the night, exuding a faint fragrance.

There was a gentle evening wind blowing, caressing a faint melodious sound, bringing the sound of silk and bamboo in the distant hall, which quickly disappeared into the air.

In such an elegant and quiet environment, Ji Hao, who was reeking of alcohol and walking swayingly, looked even more eye-catching.

The young man was dressed in a beige silk brocade suit, looking casual and comfortable. In order to attend this first court dinner, Ying Zheng did not forget his husband's dilapidated wardrobe, and carefully sent a palace official to send it to Ji Hao outside the palace. Clothes for the party.

Fine silk, light warm tones, and exquisite embroidery spread on the neckline, sleeves, and hem of the clothes. The workmanship is not only gorgeous and noble, but also visually very suitable for Ji Hao's gentle and lazy personality. Added a touch of elegance and leisurely atmosphere.

It's just that, after this extravagant and intoxicating banquet, this simple and elegant robe has been stained with a strong smell of alcohol, just like Ji Hao's blushing face, it is the officials who want to make friends with Ji Hao and Lu Buwei Taking turns drinking, the young man was already slightly tipsy, only the cool evening wind was blowing what little sense he had left.

"Master Ji, are you feeling a little uncomfortable? Up ahead is the Zhengyang Palace where His Highness is resting, and we will be there soon." The little Gong'e said in a soft voice, somewhat flusteredly supporting the swaying young man. Although the other's shoulders were slender, But it still has the weight that a normal man should have, making it a little difficult for the younger Gong'e.

"Sorry...well, I can do it myself." Ji Hao was a little dazed, completely forgetting that he was in the Xianyang Palace of the Qin Kingdom 2000 years ago, and even more forgetting that he is now an official residence. I'm sorry, but I frightened Gong'e, who was supporting Ji Hao, and made the two of them even more confused.

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Such a scene successfully made Lu Buwei who was in the bushes not far away laugh. The man laughed. He observed Ji Hao for a long time, and he was indeed drunk, not to mention drunk.

Lu Buwei's laughter was particularly bright in the quiet palace, causing Ji Hao, who was a little confused, to frown, squinting his drunken eyes and staring at the man who came out of the bushes.

He also drank a lot of wine, but Lu Buwei was extremely clear-headed, his movements were elegant, and his voice was clear: "It seems that Master Ji is indeed quite drunk. You lead the way, and I will help him."

"Here, Your Excellency Prime Minister... how dare a servant..." Gong'e Vino's words came to an abrupt end due to the man's tough eyes.Lu Buwei stepped forward, and lifted Ji Hao from the woman's hand with ease, his tone was low, unhurried but could not tolerate any mistakes: "You, lead the way."

"Yes, yes!... The servant obeys the order, please come with the servant."

Gong'e didn't dare to make any other resistance, so she had to let Lu Buwei put one hand on the dizzy Ji Hao on his shoulder, and lead the two of them carefully.

Ji Hao was very dizzy, and seemed a little irritable due to the smell of alcohol. When he finally realized that the person supporting him was actually Lu Buwei, the young man successfully broke out, and began to fight and push the man's support involuntarily.

Lu Buwei didn't care about what he said with vague words of dissatisfaction, he still followed Gong'e who was leading the way closely, his face was calm and calm, he didn't take Ji Hao's resistance into consideration at all, and walked with big strides .

The young man beside him lowered his head, his black hair was disheveled, his cheeks were flushed, and his slender fingers were tightly clasped on his arm. He was obviously drunk, but he was holding back and not letting go...

The corners of Lu Buwei's lips curled up. He has never been a gentleman, so there is no need to hide what he thinks in his heart—yes, he has to admit that this kind of Ji Hao is very beautiful and charming, not a flamboyant beauty. It's the attractive smell emanating from the aura around him.

With tightly knit brows, slightly narrowed phoenix eyes, and a warm beige silk dress wrapping the young man's slender body, it is not gorgeous, but has a leisurely taste.

"Seven years ago...you were not like this."

Holding the person in his arms tightly, the man spoke in a low voice, with an awkward smile, and seemed to be laughing at himself: "Well, you at that time were more... much more rigid..."

As if muttering to himself, Lu Buwei had no scruples when he was drunk, and his hoarse voice quickly melted into the night wind and disappeared. Only Ji Hao heard it vaguely.

"How did it become like this now that you don't care about anything?"

"Except for that brat, who else can catch your eye?...What changed you...Ji Hao!"

"..."

……

Ji Hao opened his lips, and the counterattack he wanted to say was still silent in the end, his eyes were lowered, the young man put away his dissatisfied expression, and quietly followed Lu Buwei forward. At this moment, I don't know if it was his illusion... ...Lv Buwei's tone seemed to be tinged with strong sarcasm and... loss that men have never had before.

Although he had already guessed that the original owner of this body was acquainted with Lu Buwei, he just didn't expect...it was such a distant past, seven years, so long that his wife Ji Hao's huge memory did not leave any trace of Lu Buwei at all. .

Perhaps, it was just a glimpse, or maybe it was just a glimpse, which left an irreplaceable mark in Lu Buwei's heart forever——and Ji Hao... Indifferent, arrogant, rigid, with a heart for studying, He devoted his life to all academic research, and did not leave the slightest impression on him at all.

Is this Lu Buwei's sorrow?Or is it Ji Hao's honor?

"Now I know not to speak... cunning."

The man sighed quietly.The hoarse voice poured into the desolation of the evening wind, Lu Buwei stopped his desire to continue talking, because of the alcohol, tonight—he has done too many things that are not like him, and said too many things that are not like him like his words.

He has more important things to do right now than complaining here.Yes, there are more important things than Ji Hao, a mere wife.

After thinking about it, Lu Buwei stopped looking at the young man's expression.The mood in the black eyes is low, the expression is not good, and the pace is faster.Go to the brightly lit Zhengyang Hall.

The night was getting late, but at the dinner party of singing and dancing, everyone was still enjoying themselves. All the officials were drunk and drunk, and there was no sign of the end.

Ever since Lai Ai left the hall with everyone's attention and applause, and Lu Buwei also left due to physical discomfort, Ying Zheng had a very bad premonition.

This person, Lai Ai, was introduced into the palace by Lu Buwei, and he was allowed to perform at such a gathering of hundreds of officials... Anyone can see that this ambitious prime minister is definitely up to no good.

As for why Lai Ai appeared, Ying Zheng is still a little unclear.Even if he knew, with his current ability, he couldn't stop this man's footsteps.

A heartfelt boredom rose from his heart, and the young man frowned impatiently. He really wanted to leave such a chaotic and extravagant dinner party, but also worried that Zhao Ji would not be able to handle all the officials alone, so he clenched his fists and waited on pins and needles. .

I don't know if Mr. has arrived at Zhengyang Palace now?Have you already fallen asleep... Do you have a headache and feel uncomfortable due to excessive drinking... Is there anyone around to take care of you?

One worry after another entangled Ying Zheng and he couldn't feel at ease, and he became even more violent towards the Qin official who was having fun in front of him.

These people who are so interested in the size of a man's penis are he Daqin's orderling officer? ... The young man smiled coldly, expressionless, looking down at the drunk officials below the stage.

If he becomes king, he will surely blind the first Qin official who is interested in Lao Ai's penis!This kind of absurd enjoyment and obsession with obscenity is not worthy of being the official of the Qin court!

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"Zheng'er... help me, help my mother and find him..."

"Mother's queen?" Zhao Ji's murmur awakened the young man in deep thought. Ying Zheng was taken aback, and immediately reacted to catch the woman's limp body, tightly holding Zhao Ji's hand on the wine cup, and softly persuaded: " Empress, don't drink any more. You are weak, and you suffered some heat on the way back to Qin, so don't drink too much wine."

"Help me find him! I want to see him, I want to see him..." Zhao Ji persisted, struggling to break free from Ying Zheng's shackles, her tone was vague, her face flushed, "Why did he ignore me when I returned to Qin?" Zheng'er... hurry up and help the queen find him!"

"Queen mother, why would father ignore you?"

"Lu Buwei, I, what I want is him...it's Lu Buwei!"

"..." Ying Zheng was silent, his eyes were filled with dangerous emotions, and his face was livid.But he forced himself to comfort his drunken mother with the gentlest and deepest voice: "Okay... Zheng'er will go now and find him for the queen."

"You are drunk, Rong Zheng'er will take you back to the bedroom first, and I will let Lu Buwei see you later."

"Hmm! Good..."

The woman leaned limply in her son's immature arms, squinted her eyes and nodded slowly, letting Ying Zheng arrange some palace officials to deal with the aftermath, and gently helped herself out of the extravagant and drunken Dazheng Palace, In her head, she still fantasizes about a certain man walking towards her, with arrogant eyes and a greedy and eager smile. She needs this man, and she has needed this man since Zhao Guo... She, there is no way to leave Lu Buwei...

After sending the drunken Zhao Ji back to the Lanxin Palace to rest, and carefully instructing the palace staff to take care of her, Ying Zhengcai walked towards his Zhengyang Palace with a dark face.

Along the way, Lu Buwei's ambitious appearance has always stalked him like a shadow, laughed at him, and scolded him for his immaturity and incompetence.

Lu Buwei has already fascinated his mother like that, and is so bold, confusing the court, covering the sky with one hand - his father can't control it, let alone set foot in it!

Although Ying Zheng is very angry, he also understands that with his current strength, it is impossible to shake Lu Buwei's status in Qin State. Even the fear and courtesy of the people in Xianyang Palace are mostly due to the prime minister behind him. grown ups!

Lu Buwei, oh Lu Buwei...you raise a tiger and use me as a puppet, sooner or later you will reap the consequences.

The boy's lips became even colder, and his steps became faster, his slender palms clenched into fists, and he walked quickly towards the crimson-lit palace.

He has been somewhat unable to suppress the violence and boredom in his heart. As the next prince of Qin, he can't bear to watch treacherous ministers devour his family and country!

"Mr. Ji is already in Zhengyang Palace?" Ying Zheng asked sullenly to the palace man next to him. He wanted to see Mr., and listen to Mr.'s enlightenment... He wanted Ji Hao to accompany him.

"Yes, Your Highness, Taifu Ji has already rested in the side hall."

"That's good……"

Resisting the suffocation in his chest, Yingzheng strode into the hall of Zhengyang Hall, and quickly pushed open the lacquered red wooden door of the side hall——

"First..." The title was cut off abruptly, the young man's face was ashen, he looked at the man standing in the hall gloomyly, and after getting angry to a certain extent, he managed to control his emotions: "Lao Ai, why are you here? !"

The man was dressed in a silk palace uniform, his black hair was neatly tied up, he turned around and saluted unhurriedly, without any fear of Ying Zheng's arrival, and replied quietly: "See Your Highness, Prime Minister Lu called Xiao Someone gave Master Ji some soup to sober up from drunkenness, Master Ji was quite drunk, and the villain has already..."

"Shut up!" Taking a step forward, the young man squinted his eyes, dressed in a jet-black gilt-edged dress, with a jade crown and hair tied up, looking down at the man kneeling on the ground with full momentum, bending the corners of his lips gracefully and cruelly, bowing his head. He opened his mouth in a low voice, every word and every word exuded infinite killing intent: "Come here, drag this unruly grassroots out for me and chop it up, feed it to the dog!"