Mrs. Qin Xiangguo

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An hour later, Lu Mansion.

Zhao Weizhen hurried to the front of the main room. Behind her, several servants brought hot water, cloth, high-altitude steamed wine and a change of clothes.As soon as she came to the door, the doctor who was in the room came out.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Weizhen hurriedly asked.

"It's been taken care of."

The disease doctor responded cautiously: "Your Majesty, please rest assured that Xiangguo is only injured on the flesh. Although the incision is deep, it did not hurt the muscles and bones."

That's good!

Hearing the doctor's conclusion, Zhao Weizhen felt that a stone fell from his heart.

But while she was relieved, her stern expression remained unchanged: "Is it the right hand?"

Disease doctor: "Yes."

Zhao Weizhen bit his lower lip subconsciously: "Then...will it delay his usual use of hands?"

Disease doctor: "If the wound heals well, there will be no serious problems in the future. In order to ensure no accidents, please advise Xiangguo a lot, and do not use force until the wound is healed."

Zhao Weizhen frowned.

The medical conditions and medical technology in the pre-Qin period are really unflattering.Having said this is equivalent to not saying: if the healing is good, it will be fine, but what if the healing is not good?

"I'll go in and have a look." Zhao Weizhen couldn't blame the disease doctor either: "I'm sorry to bother you."

"The courtier dare not."

After the disease doctor left, Zhao Weizhen looked up at Wei Xing, who was guarding the gate.

Wei Xing looked even paler than the injured Lu Buwei.He felt that the guard was improper, and his facial expression was completely tangled, as if he had lost his soul.

As soon as he met Zhao Weizhen's gaze, Wei Xing immediately said, "There are many people in the square, but not many people saw the situation immediately. I have sent people to restrain those who know the situation. Madam, please believe me, the news will not spread. of."

Zhao Weizhen nodded: "Okay."

Wei Xing took a deep breath, folded his fists and bent over: "Madam please punish me!"

Zhao Weizhen: "What are you punished for?"

Wei Xing: "Ineffective guarding is a serious crime. I'm still... not good at force. If I were my brother, this situation would definitely not happen."

As far as martial arts attainments are concerned, it is said that Wei Sheng is much stronger than Wei Xing, probably at the level of a lieutenant general.

But Zhao Weizhen didn't usually see swords and guns, so naturally he couldn't figure out whether it was true or not.

Right now, Wei Xing is blaming himself, and secondly, he believes that someone is targeting Lu Buwei and Zhao Weizhen, and Wei Sheng can play a better role in protecting them.Usually being an elder brother is a little bit stupid, but if he is present, the situation will not reach this point.

"Call Wei Sheng back."

This time Zhao Weizhen did not intend to get Lu Buwei's consent, and said decisively: "He is good at martial arts, and he is also in charge of intelligence. After all, Zhu Ping is incapable of doing his own thing. It has been two years, and he has been punished."

"... Madam Xie for your forgiveness."

Wei Xing looked like he was about to cry.

Zhao Weizhen closed his eyes: "If you want to blame yourself, just get up and don't make any more problems."

Wei Xing: "Yes!"

Zhao Weizhen didn't have time to continue to comfort him, then picked up his sleeves and led him across the threshold.

She ordered people to put the hot water and other items brought outside, and then sent the servants to leave, while she walked straight to the inner room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lu Buwei taking off his clothes.

He usually likes to be clean, and although the white shirt he likes to wear is old, he has always cared for it, and it is as clean as brand new.Now the right half of this white deep coat is full of blood, either splashed or wet, the traces of drying are black and deep.

Just by looking at most of the bloodstains on one side, one could tell how deeply his hand was injured.

Lu Buwei's dominant hand is his right hand, which is now injured, making it difficult for him to move around, even struggling to take off his clothes.He used his left hand to pull the belt vigorously, and the skirt was loosened, but he didn't pull it off for a long time.

"What kind of hero are you?"

Zhao Weizhen stepped forward calmly: "Can't you call Wei Xing for help?"

As she spoke, she raised her hands to help Lu Buwei.

Unbuttoning the belt, Zhao Weizhen's hands fell on the man's skirt.With a slight lift of her wrist, the coat slipped off Lu Buwei's shoulders.Zhao Weizhen lowered his eyes unconsciously, and his eyes fell on the glaring blood.

Zhao Weizhen also likes this dress.

Although Lu Buwei looked dignified in black, but he was already thin, and his dark color was almost clear, far less handsome than when he was wearing white.

It's just an old dress, destined not to be worn to the end.

Zhao Weizhen suddenly curled his fingers.

A robe was hanging on Lu Buwei's elbow, he neither said nor acted, letting Zhao Weizhen grab his skirt.

"Why did you do that?" Zhao Weizhen asked softly.

Lu Buwei lowered his eyes.

He was born tall, but he could see the top of Zhao Weizhen's head just by looking down.Especially when she didn't raise her head, a smooth curve of Zhao Weizhen's neck was submerged into the collar, and all the skin that was less than three inches from the temple to the cloth fell into her eyes.

The man stared at the curve, and responded without emotion: "I did it on purpose."

Zhao Weizhen: "..."

Lu Buwei said as a matter of course: "I saved Weizhen, I owe Weizhen a favor, you owe me."

Zhao Weizhen let go of Lu Buwei's lapels.

The outer robe fell to the ground, the inner fur was loose, and the muscle texture between the man's chest () chest and waist () abdomen was faintly visible.On the contrary, Zhao Weizhen was still neatly dressed, her perfectly fitted clothes matched Lu Buwei's fair skin, and the contrast was very sharp.

"This matter must be suppressed." Lu Buwei didn't get entangled in Zhao Weizhen's question: "Otherwise, there will be countless people in the world who hate you, me, and Qin. If others follow suit, it will be troublesome."

"Do you know who he is?" Zhao Weizhen asked.

The question was of course the identity of the assassin.

In this era, there are countless ranger assassins who are willing to fight for the country and for one ambition.Tai Shigong wrote "Historical Records", and even had a special "Biography of Assassins" for detailed records.

Seeing the assassin dressed as a Confucian scholar, perhaps he was fishing in troubled waters, but Zhao Weizhen felt that it would not be surprising if he was really a Confucian scholar.

Confucian scholars in this era are very strong, not only their mouths and pens are strong.

"It's true that the accent is Korean." Lu Buwei said: "But why did you do it, you have to ask again."

Maybe he just wanted to avenge South Korea, whether it exists or not, South Korea is destined to be annexed by Qin.

Maybe he took the opportunity to find fault - it is not certain whether the person who sent people to assassinate was from Qin, South Korea, or other princes.

In this world, there are countless people who want the lives of Lu Buwei and Zhao Weizhen.

"This matter cannot be hidden from the king." Zhao Weizhen did not forget what Lu Buwei said in the square.

"If the King of Qin knew that you were assassinated by others," Lu Buwei said, "the assassin still said it was for South Korea, he would definitely send troops to destroy South Korea, leaving no room for it."

Zhao Weizhen lowered his head and did not speak immediately.

She just carefully grabbed Lu Buwei's wrist and raised the man's hand.

In the past, Lu Buwei was very fond of Zhao Weizhen's bright wrist, but this was the first time that Zhao Weizhen took the initiative to hold the few inches of his skin beyond the radial vein.

Lu Buwei has a good face, I don't know if it is well maintained, or it is born like this, just look at that face, the man is called a thin skin and tender flesh, he looks like a gentleman.

But his hands and forearms completely exposed the hardships a man has suffered in doing business.

His skin is fair, so the veins protrude more clearly, and the veins go all the way up the rough skin, and they are covered with calluses when they reach the base of the palm.

After being the prime minister for so many years, Lu Buwei no longer needs to travel between the seven countries, but the traces left behind have not disappeared.

Further up, the wound was bandaged by the doctor.

She just touched the edge of the fabric a little, and Lu Buwei's breath stopped.

It's clearly hurting.

How could such a deep wound not hurt?

"It's not about assassinating me." Zhao Weizhen corrected: "It's just that I was closer at that time. It was you and me who he wanted to assassinate. Lu Buwei, don't underestimate your position in the king's heart."

Lu Buwei laughed out loud.

It's just that the laughter hovering over her head was somewhat lacking in emotion.

"People's hearts are mutual." Zhao Weizhen continued: "If you are afraid of the King of Qin, the King of Qin will be afraid of you. Today, if you hide from him, even if it is good intentions, you are destined to no longer treat each other honestly. It is you and me who look at the king. You grew up, he is a man by nature, don’t you know? Qin Wangzheng is tough and resolute, but never self-willed. If you tell the truth and argue hard, he will accept your proposal and trust you.”

Zhao Weizhen had already discovered that Ying Zheng didn't mind other people's objections.But he will be wary of those who value him, and he will be worried about his alienation.

As early as in Handan, as early as when he was a fleeing child, this kind of cognition was deeply rooted in his heart.

So Zhao Weizhen is not afraid that Lu Buwei and Ying Zheng will disagree, what she is afraid of is that Lu Buwei will be divorced from Ying Zheng, and that is the situation that she will not be able to pull back.

only……

Lu Buwei tilted his head.

Zhao Weizhen's gaze was on his palm, and he didn't see his cold and sarcastic expression at this moment.

"Is Weizhen talking about King Qin, or yourself?"

"..."

Zhao Weizhen was taken aback suddenly.

She raised her eyes quickly, and her eyes met each other. There was a touch of warmth in the man's bright eyes, as if the ridicule just now had never existed.

But Zhao Weizhen did see it.She understood what he meant.

"Tell me." Zhao Weizhen said again: "Why did you do this?"

He doesn't have to.

Confucian scholars and Zhao Weizhen had several guards beside them, including Wei Xing, no matter what, the short dagger would not pierce ( ) into her body.

Zhao Weizhen couldn't figure it out.

Seeing this, Lu Buwei smiled indifferently.

"Shouldn't Weizhen thank me?" He asked back: "Buwei saved you, so you should do something."

"The hero saved the beauty, and was injured." Zhao Weizhen knew that he was teasing on purpose, so he taunted back mercilessly: "I should be deeply moved, cry for it and show my loyalty to you. Here is a story that Xiangguo and the queen love to talk about." Love story, right?"

"That's how I achieved my goal."

Lu Buwei was still laughing.

He smiled modestly and gently, even somewhat contentedly.It was as if a scheming effort had yielded necessary results, and he won at the cost of injury: "I saved Wei Zhen, and Wei Zhen will be grateful to me and owe me a huge favor. One-to-one exchange ,fair enough."

Zhao Weizhen didn't move at all.

It was her turn to grab his wrist, and her slender and soft fingertips rested on the man's forearm, holding him firmly.Zhao Weizhen's bright eyes stared at Lu Buwei's eyes firmly, word by word, extremely firm:

"Why on earth are you doing this?" she asked.

However, Lu Buwei still didn't answer Zhao Weizhen.

He didn't seem to understand her question, and his face was confused - but Zhao Weizhen knew that he must have understood.

"What answer does Weizhen want to hear?" Lu Buwei asked back.

What responded to him was Zhao Weizhen's chuckle.

"Don't you usually talk nice things?" Zhao Weizhen said, "Talk out your heartfelt, ambiguous () ambiguous words, and you can speak frankly, without a draft. Today I gave you a chance, why not?" Why don't you say anything?"

Lu Buwei didn't speak.

A long silence spread in the room, his breath was close at hand, but he never gave Zhao Weizhen an answer.

This man is really interesting.

He is willing to show her the ugliest side, that monster will stretch its human skin out of greed, control and jealousy, show off its might and persecute her.But it is also true, but now, the monster has shrunk under the human skin, refusing to face it.

Zhao Weizhen lowered his eyes, focusing on Lu Buwei's palm.

What he hurt was his right hand, the hand he was used to eating, writing, and doing everything.

He said he did it on purpose, but he can clearly use his left hand.

"never mind."

Zhao Weizhen suddenly felt bored.

She took half a step back and picked up the blood-stained robe on the ground: "The clothes are ready, I'll get you a new one."

With that she turned around.

However, the moment Zhao Weizhen took a step forward, a force suddenly struck from the left.

No matter how Zhao Weizhen turned around, he was pulled back by someone holding his right shoulder, and bumped into Lu Buwei's arms in a daze.

Then the left hand held her waist ( ), the man bowed his head and quickly drew closer.The bridge of his nose and breath rubbed against Zhao Weizhen's temples, from top to bottom, and then to her lips——

Zhao Weizhen turned his head subconsciously.

Lu Buwei suddenly stopped.

He seemed not to believe it, but also seemed to be frustrated.In the end, all emotions disappeared, turning into a laugh at an extremely fast speed.

Only then did Zhao Weizhen turn to look at him again.

Those slightly drooping pupils were so close that Zhao Weizhen could clearly see his own reflection in the dark pupils.

"I can marry you."

Lu Buwei whispered, his voice trembled, she could clearly see it.

"To share the same bed with you, to give birth to offspring."

There was almost no emotion in the man's tone, but at least he was telling the truth.

"But Weizhen, what am I going to do?" In the end, Lu Buwei's words were tainted with a bit of clearly visible distress: "For you, you are not just a 'Lu Buwei'?"

He was asking Zhao Weizhen, but Lu Buwei didn't wait for an answer.

He let go of his hand, and it seemed that this sentence was more like asking himself.

The heat of getting closer quickly left, but Zhao Weizhen responded at this time.

She weighed her toes, and then cupped the man's face with both hands.No matter how he opened the distance, Zhao Weizhen got closer.

That's basically not a kiss.

It has nothing to do with desire, nothing to do with lingering (), after the light kiss, Zhao Weizhen slightly distanced himself.

She raised her eyes again, and the eyes met, and Zhao Weizhen found a bit of bewilderment and shock in his eyes.

"I am fine."

Zhao Weizhen said, "You are safe, don't worry."

The next moment, the emotion in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

Lu Buwei took the initiative to kiss her, and only hugged her fiercely with his left hand. The intimacy was replaced by madness, and all emotions and cognitions that could be described with words and reason disappeared.

All that's left is him and her.

After the kiss was over, Lu Buwei still didn't let go of Zhao Weizhen. He lowered his head, like a wounded animal, and buried his face into Zhao Weizhen's neck and hair.

After such a long time, until the breathing of the two gradually subsided, Lu Buwei completely restrained all emotions.

"Weizhen is right."

He put his lips against the skin of her neck and said: "One wrong step, one wrong step. Buwei was so afraid that if he made a careless move, we would lose everything. You and I were assassinated and I was injured. In front of the king, because of this wound , I have a chance to persuade King Qin."

When he got up again, Lu Buwei's expression had returned to normal, as if what happened just now had never happened.

"Your Majesty must be informed about this matter," he said.

…………

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The next morning, Zhangtai Palace.

When the young Yingzheng heard the servant's report, he put down the scroll in his hand almost immediately, and greeted him personally.

"Father Zhong, madam!"

Qin Wangzheng stepped across the threshold solemnly. When his eyes touched the bandage on Lu Buwei's right hand, a sharp flash of phoenix eyes flashed: "I have heard Wei Xing's report. How is Zhongfu's injury?"

"It's just a flesh injury, nothing serious." Lu Buwei grasped Qin Wangzheng's hand and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, please rest assured."

"The incident happened suddenly yesterday, and Buwei directly detained the assassin and the people present. Afraid of accidents, so after dealing with the injuries and suppressing the news, I only invited someone to report this morning."

Lu Buwei made a statement, which is called a sincere and loyal minister.

It's holding hands and confessing, and when his eyes show true feelings, it's pitiful and affectionate.Wishing that the most loyal minister in the world would not be as loyal as his wounded hand.

Those who didn't know thought he was blocking the sword for Qin Wangzheng!

"Buwei has absolutely no intention of concealing the king's intentions. The heavens can learn from it. Please forgive me, the king!"

Zhao Weizhen: "..."

If the sky had eyes, it would have hacked you to death long ago!

Although he was the one who was injured, and he was the one who turned his head around, but with Lu Buwei's face, why did Zhao Weizhen want to slap him so much.