Mrs. Qin Xiangguo

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In 251 BC, King Yingji of Qin, who had reigned for 56 years, passed away in his sleep and was given the posthumous title of King Zhao.

Before he died, under the witness of historians, eunuchs, and Ying Zichu who was serving at the bedside, King Zhao of Qin handed over King Zhao's Commandment Sword to Ying Zheng and ordered him to hand it over to Mrs. Meng Wei.

The era of a generation of overlords has come to an end.

Then came the year of national mourning.

The prince was in mourning and supervised the country while sick.In the past year, although the position of King Qin was vacant for the time being, there were a series of incidents both inside and outside.

The transfer of government, the diplomatic situation, and the death of the frightening King Zhao, the six eastern countries that have endured for half a century are also brewing wars.In order to smoothly pass through this year's national mourning period, the Qin court was waiting in full force, documents were exchanged constantly, and envoys were sent frequently. Everyone was too busy to stop, and the crown prince even set an example.

Among them, Zhao Weizhen is the most leisurely.

By way of analogy, the current situation is that Zhao Weizhen just jumped over from a competing company and was promoted to the core management with the appreciation of the former CEO. However, it didn't take long for the former CEO to retire happily when he reached the age.

At the time of the handover, the company was busy.As for Zhao Weizhen, who had just arrived, everyone didn't dare to give her a job at this critical moment, but just treated her politely and let her familiarize herself with the environment and work first.

Regarding this, Zhao Weizhen said...it was quite cool.

May I ask what is more comfortable in the world than fishing in public!

And she is not passive sabotage, but the most important thing now is to beware of the six countries taking advantage of the opportunity to send troops.

When it comes to the military, Zhao Weizhen is still very young.Instead of adding chaos, it is better to listen and study honestly.

Anyway, since King Zhao gave her the commandment sword, the last bit of opposition from Qin Tingzhong to Zhao Weizhen's entry into the court has completely disappeared.

However, Zhao Weizhen's plan to fish happily was quickly disrupted.

Because Lu Buwei fell ill.

Inside the restaurant, Zhao Weizhen looked at Wei Xing in surprise when he heard the news: "When did it happen?"

Wei Xing: "Yesterday morning."

Zhao Weizhen immediately frowned: "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

Yesterday Lu Buwei sent Wei Sheng over to say that we would not have dinner together, Zhao Weizhen thought he was busy at the time and didn't think much about it.

Wei Xing was very confused when he heard this: "The master didn't let me say it, he said he didn't want to distract you."

Oh god!

Zhao Weizhen swears in the bottom of his heart.

He is "considerate", but because of emotion and reason, Zhao Weizhen should have checked the situation at the first time - even if she and Lu Buwei are not husband and wife, the colleague under the same roof is sick, and she, who lives next door, has no idea at all Can't justify it!

"Go home." Zhao Weizhen ordered: "I'll go and have a look."

Although I know that there is a high probability that Lu Buwei will not die halfway through his business, but in the pre-Qin period there were no antibiotics, no modern medical theory, and any disease could kill half of a person.

Zhao Weizhen hurried back home.She was also polite, without saying hello, she directly stepped over the threshold of Lu Buwei's house: "What's wrong with you?"

"Weizhen?"

Lu Buwei who was lying on the couch reluctantly got up: "Don't come here, don't pass on your illness to you."

Zhao Weizhen rolled his eyes unceremoniously.

Everyone is busy at this juncture, and I have never heard of any epidemic in Xianyang. Most likely it is tired, and the chance of contagion is very small.

She didn't listen to him, she stepped forward and reached out to touch Lu Buwei's forehead.

When Zhao Weizhen's fingertips touched Lu Buwei's skin, he paused slightly, but did not flinch or resist.

It's okay, no fever.

It's just that the voice is a little hoarse, and the face is not very good-looking.

"But a sore throat?"

Zhao Weizhen sat down and asked.

The man in front of him laughed out loud.

Lu Buwei probably stayed in bed all day. He was only wearing a jacket, and his black hair was usually tied up with a crown and draped over his shoulders. Although his face was pale, his eyes were still sly and clear.

"It turns out that Wei Zhen also knows medical skills?" He teased.

"If you don't want me to come, then I will go."

Zhao Weizhen was also polite, she picked up the hem of her clothes and got up directly.

Lu Buwei grabbed her wrist and pulled Zhao Weizhen back: "Don't stop, just kidding. It's really swollen and painful, it's been a day."

That's more or less.

Zhao Weizhen let him hold his forearm, stretched out his other hand, and pressed it to the man's jaw.Lu Buwei's gaze moved subtly following her hand, and he did not avoid it.

Sure enough, even though Zhao Weizhen didn't know medical skills, he could figure out that Lu Buwei's lymph nodes were inflamed.

Her gaze then flicked to the side of the bed.

Next to Lu Buwei's pillow was an unfolded bamboo slip, which said many things about transporting grain and grass and purchasing metal.

I'm afraid it was to prepare for the war and prevent the six countries from coming to fight, so I entrusted him to help.

This is completely a disease of continuous rotation.

"What did the doctor say?" Zhao Weizhen asked.

"Prescribed a few medicines, let me rest more." Lu Buwei said gently: "Don't worry Weizhen, it's not a big deal."

After finishing speaking, Lu Buwei gently raised his hand and brushed his hair.

The man's slender fingers were interspersed in the black waterfall, and his long hair was black and shiny.Not to mention it was in the pre-Qin period, even in modern times it is enough to be admired.As he brushed away the long hair that half covered his face, Lu Buwei's neck and jawline fell into Zhao Weizhen's sight.

Usually, he didn't feel anything when he wore a hair crown and clean dark clothes. Today he was sick and lying down with disheveled hair. The drooping hair and the neat lines formed a sharp contrast.

Lu Buwei's neck is slender, and the side line is as smooth as a falling meteor, while the center is as if hitting a rock, and the orbit is slightly raised with the looming Adam's apple in his hair.

Zhao Weizhen looked up, even though Lu Buwei was born fair and clean, it didn't mean his facial features were feminine.The man's jaw line is extremely distinct, like a clear and sharp hook.

It's just that he hasn't gone out for a day, and he has light stubble on his sideburns and cheeks, making him look a bit unkempt.

"What is Weizhen looking at?"

The soft voice drew Zhao Weizhen's eyes back, and she looked at Shang Lu Buwei Ming with teasing eyes.

"It's nothing." Zhao Weizhen said cheekily, "It's just that it's time for you to trim your beard."

"Is it?"

Lu Buwei moved his hand a little, and changed from holding Zhao Weizhen's forearm to holding the back of her hand.

His palm wrapped her hand, and the man took her to caress his face.

The soft fingertips rubbed against the sharp jaw line, and the tiny stubble stung Zhao Weizhen's fingertips slightly.With his fingers pointing upwards, Zhao Weizhen rubbed a small wrist protruding from his sleeve against Lu Buwei's upper lip.

Lu Buwei's figure suddenly stopped, he closed his eyes, and sighed almost contentedly.

When he looked up again, his vision seemed to be no longer clear.

With a pale face and dim eyesight, Lu Buwei has removed most of his usual shrewd and hypocritical appearance.

"Weizhen help me?" Lu Buwei whispered.

Speaking at this time, it was more or less a plea.

Zhao Weizhen tilted his head: "Okay."

She turned and walked to the other side of the room.

Lu Buwei's room is very simple, with no extra items or decorations. When he opened the cabinet, Zhao Weizhen found the razor and his hairband.

First tie up his ink-splashed long hair, so as not to get in the way.

Then Zhao Weizhen sat in front of Lu Buwei again, she held the razor in one hand, and gently lifted his chin with the other hand, and shaved off the excess stubble around his chin inch by inch.

There was no shaving foam in the pre-Qin period, which is a technical job.

Zhao Weizhen had to get very close to prevent any omissions.

She leaned forward, and there was only a finger distance between them.

Lu Buwei lowered his eyes slightly, his breath blew on Zhao Weizhen's forehead, and the broken hair on his temples shook slightly due to his breath.The man stared at the fine hair, as if thinking of something.

He moved back rather displeased.

Zhao Weizhen's knife missed and almost hurt the skin, so he gave Lu Buwei a look, and pulled his chin back directly: "Don't move."

Lu Buwei's eyes met hers: "Wei Zhen seems to be very skilled."

Zhao Weizhen: "So what?"

Lu Buwei: "In Qi State, do you often do this?"

Zhao Weizhen: "..."

She blinked, and it took her a while to realize what he meant.

Before marrying Lu Buwei, she married to Qi State and stayed there for a year.After understanding what Lu Buwei meant, Zhao Weizhen couldn't laugh or cry: "How many years have you been dead, what do you care about with a dead person?"

Lu Buwei smiled lightly.

He was not talking, just letting Zhao Weizhen continue to help him shave off the stubble that grew overnight.

Without saying anything, Zhao Weizhen took it as a casual remark, and the matter was over.

But when Zhao Weizhen finished her meticulous work, just as she put down the razor and was about to get up, Lu Buwei suddenly stretched out her hand.

No matter how slender and thin he was, he was still a man.

A powerful arm climbed onto Zhao Weizhen's lower back, just letting it go, blocked Zhao Weizhen's way.

Lu Buwei was still sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg crossed.But Zhao Weizhen barely stood up, standing and sitting like this, but he didn't let go, he circled her in front of him.

"Naturally, it's a matter of calculation."

The man lowered his voice, then raised his head to meet Zhao Weizhen's lowered eyes.

"Worrying about Weizhen's ability to have a concubine with others, the love is endless." Lu Buwei said: "With me, but alienated and polite, as if you and I are not husband and wife, but as if we owe each other."

Gee.

Now Zhao Weizhen doubts whether he is really sick or not.

but……

Zhao Weizhen's hand caressed () towards Lu Buwei's face again.The fingertips slid across the clear jaw line, but this time it was not as painful as before.

"Lu Buwei." Zhao Weizhen said very satisfied: "Be clear, you owe me, I don't owe you."

It refers to the fact that he turned around and ran away back then.

Lu Buwei tilted his head slightly, and put his cheek into Zhao Weizhen's palm, and his lips repeatedly rubbed () the white skin () on the inner side of her wrist.

"It's a debt." Lu Buwei's dark eyes locked on Zhao Weizhen: "Buwei is willing to make compensation."

Speaking of compensation at this time, it is really a weasel giving a New Year greeting to a chicken, and it has no good intentions.

Zhao Weizhen also understood what he was implying.

It has been five years since I left Handan.There are no dancers and actors, and no concubines. Even if Zhao Weizhen is sure that he is doing it for his own benefit, he has to admit that Lu Buwei is not enough.

Holding back until now, he seized the opportunity to hint that he is capable enough.

Zhao Weizhen actually didn't mind.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously looked at Lu Buwei's neck.

Don't say that the two are husband and wife, even if they are not, Lu Buwei is good-looking, and he is also a handsome guy anyway.The handsome guy hinted that he wanted to sleep with you, and Zhao Weizhen had no reason to resist.

She just didn't want to toss out a child at this juncture.

When he was in Qi State, the original body and his deceased husband were really affectionate, had a lot of sex () life, and it was a great fortune not to have conceived.

There were no contraceptive measures in the pre-Qin period, and she didn't want to get pregnant right now—at least not when the six kingdoms were eyeing each other and preparing to attack Chenhangu Pass at any time.

"I'm sick, what can I say to make up for it?"

Zhao Weizhen had a half smile but not a smile: "Do you have that kind of strength?"

Lu Buwei's eyes flickered when he heard the words: "What if Buwei recovers from his illness?"

"After recovering..."

Zhao Weizhen glanced at the side of his couch, then looked at the letter again.

When preparing for war, logistics is the most important thing.I was so busy that I was exhausted, and I was still waiting for her to give me an answer.

Are you busy!

Zhao Weizhen couldn't laugh or cry, and withdrew his hand: "Lu Buwei, even when you are sick, you can take advantage of the opportunity to make some money. You really deserve to be a businessman."

Lu Buwei smiled regretfully.

His gaze was still glued to Zhao Weizhen's wrist until it was gathered into his sleeve.

Zhao Weizhen did not respond, and Lu Buwei was not in a hurry.He just asked: "Does Weizhen not like gold bracelets?"

Zhao Weizhen: "Huh?"

Lu Buwei: "If you don't like it, Buwei can give you something else."

Zhao Weizhen thought for a while before realizing that he was talking about the gold bracelet he had given him earlier.

Gold bracelets were not very popular in the pre-Qin period, so it seems that they are products of the land of Bashu.

It is because it is expensive that Zhao Weizhen is reluctant to wear more.

"I'm not going to teach, or I go to the workshop." She said: "I come and go, I'm afraid I'll break things."

"Na Weizhen promised Buwei more or less, if he didn't like it, how about wearing it?" Lu Buwei refused to let go.

"...It's nothing."

Are you so persistent!Zhao Weizhen didn't think the gold bracelet was easy to see.

Hearing what Zhao Weizhen said, a genuine smile appeared on Lu Buwei's pale face.

"Okay." He said, "It's a deal."

"Then you have a good rest."

Seeing that Lu Buwei was not seriously ill, Zhao Weizhen expressed condolences and stopped bothering him.

She turned and left, stepped into the yard and let out a long sigh of relief.

Wei Xing hurried up to meet him, seeing Zhao Weizhen's expression was uncertain, he said worriedly: "Madam, master, he just doesn't want you to worry, it has no other meaning."

Zhao Weizhen: "I'm not angry with him."

only……

The stubble was pricked slightly, his skin was warm, and the corner of his mouth brushed against Zhao Weizhen's wrist.Every touch seems to still stay in her senses, even if Zhao Weizhen walked into the yard, it never dissipated.

hateful.

Zhao Weizhen unconsciously raised his hand and rubbed () the wrist that Lu Buwei touched just now.

It's not just Lu Buwei who hasn't had sex for five years.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Wei Xing didn't know what the two of them said, so he felt relieved immediately: "Madam still cares about the master."

Zhao Weizhen collected his thoughts: "Well, go prepare the carriage and go to Huayang Palace in the afternoon."

…………

……

Recently, the monarch has a new funeral, and the school is temporarily closed.But Zhao Weizhen was a little worried about Xiao Yingzheng.

After lunch, she came to Huayang Palace.

The palace was shrouded in a solemn and sad atmosphere, and the once lively school was now empty.

Before Zhao Weizhen walked into the courtyard of the school, he saw Ying Zheng and Ying Chengyu standing in the courtyard.

Three-year-old Ying Chengxue was holding onto the corner of Ying Zheng's clothes aggrievedly.

"I don't want to go to Xianyang Palace." He said in a childish voice, "I want to stay in Huayang Palace!"

To Xianyang Palace?

Maybe it was to see King Zhao's spiritual seat again.

Although King Zhao has already been buried, children who have been four generations apart do not need to participate in the rest of the matter, but Xiao Yingzheng has a very good relationship with King Zhao Yingji, so it is normal to want to mourn.

"Oh."

Little Yingzheng didn't respond to Ying Chengxu's protest: "Then I'll call your wet nurse."

"do not want!"

Without thinking, Ying Chengxun just sat down on the ground: "I want brother to accompany me, if brother doesn't accompany me, I won't get up!"

Zhao Weizhen: "..."

Who did you learn this shameless kung fu from!

In class, although Ying Chengxiu is ignorant, he is very well-behaved, a patient child who can sit still.

She was just about to come forward to dissuade her, but she didn't expect that Ying Zheng seemed to be nodding his head long ago.

"it is good."

Xiao Yingzheng's face was still indifferent: "Then you sit here."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care that his younger brother was only three years old, so he walked away ruthlessly.