Mrs. Qin Xiangguo

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That night.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Zhao Weizhen raised his hand and tried to untangle the bun.

Mirrors in the pre-Qin period were made of bronze, and only princes and nobles could use them.The mirror in front of Zhao Weizhen not only needs to be polished regularly, but compared with the glass mirrors of later generations, it can only be said to be barely able to distinguish human faces.

In addition, when candles were lit at night, Zhao Weizhen looked left and right, and finally sighed.

Forget it, she gave up.

Long hair is just such a hassle, not to mention the need to twist it every day, and removing it is also a hassle.

After traveling for so long, Zhao Weizhen still often can't figure out his hairstyle.

"Ji Niang?" Zhao Weizhen raised his hand to help untie most of the bun, and shouted without looking back: "Can you help me untie my hair?"

Ji Niang is the maid Lu Buwei gave to Zhao Weizhen.

"Let me do it."

However, it was not Ji Niang who responded to her.

A male voice sounded from behind, and Zhao Weizhen paused.

Before she could turn her head, Lu Buwei approached.He picked up the hem of his clothes, and sat behind Zhao Weizhen, holding her half-tied long hair for her.

Lu Buwei couldn't help laughing: "Why can't you even untie your hair?"

Zhao Weizhen raised his eyes.

The man was sitting right behind her. Through the bronze mirror, his clear and handsome face looked hazy and yellow. The faint fire light illuminated the bridge of the nose and cheekbones, but the eyebrows and eyes were also hidden in the shadows.

"Where is Mrs. Ji?" Zhao Weizhen asked without answering.

"Tell her to rest." Lu Buwei replied: "Anyway, you don't need her except for combing your hair on weekdays."

He pulled out the hairpin from Zhao Weizhen's hair, and untied it in reverse along the coiled hair.In just a few strokes, a head of black hair fell from the back of his neck to his shoulders.

Lu Buwei stretched out his hand and said softly, "A hair comb?" Zhao Weizhen handed him the ivory comb on the long case.

Untying the bun is just the beginning. The hair that is put up is bent for a day, and it needs to be carefully combed and combed to keep it in shape.

Fortunately, Lu Buwei was patient enough, and his movements were very light.

For a while, the room was almost silent.

Silence prolongs time, and it also seems to tear apart the flames.

The flickering candle light trembled slightly, causing his shadow to dance on the wall, as if to envelop Zhao Weizhen's figure, like a giant beast ready to go, trying to devour the prey in front of him.

Lu Buwei tidied Zhao Weizhen's hair slowly, unraveling the entangled strands inch by inch.

Until that long hair was completely scattered, hanging down to the waist.

"Okay." Lu Buwei broke the silence: "What do you think of Weizhen?"

Zhao Weizhen caught Lu Buwei's sight through the mirror.She stretched out her right hand: "Give me the comb."

The sleeves fall, and the mottled golden light between the fabric and the skin can be peeped.Lu Buwei put the comb in Zhao Weizhen's palm, but just as she was holding the comb and was about to withdraw her hand, the man's big, bony hands closed without warning.

The hairbrush fell to the ground, and his knuckles slid down with the falling object.

The projections on the wall converged and merged at a terrifying speed, turning into a pitch-black shadow.

Zhao Weizhen was taken aback by the sudden temperature behind him.

He wrapped around Zhao Weizhen's waist with one hand, and grabbed her wrist with the other. Lu Buwei lowered his head and sniffed her hair and neck.

Zhao Weizhen tilted his head slightly: "What do you hear?"

Lu Buwei: "Weizhen doesn't like to use makeup, since it doesn't have any smell."

Between the words, there is actually some regret.

"I thought it was because of Weizhen's scent that the children of the Mo family and the farm family were always so close."

"..."

Zhao Weizhen turned his head, and just about to speak, Lu Buwei's hand resting on her waist fell in front of her lips in time.

His right hand was always holding Zhao Weizhen's right wrist, rubbing () the place where the gold bracelet connected to the skin with his cocooned palm.

Lu Buwei lowered his voice: "From now on, Weizhen should not go out with a gold bracelet." After saying this, he put down his hand holding Zhao Weizhen's words.

She raised her eyebrows when she heard this: "You are the one who wants me to wear it, and you are the one who wants me not to wear it."

Lu Buwei: "I want Weizhen to wear it because Weizhen looks good in it. But Buwei doesn't want other men to spy on him because of his good looks."

He used "snoop".

Zhao Weizhen was startled, and then understood.

It turned out that his gift of a gold bracelet was more than just a simple gift of a bracelet.

When Zhao Weizhen first came to Xianyang in the past, he talked with Zhao Weizhen about her plan to enter the court as a minister, tore off that layer of human skin, and confronted her, but without warning, he grabbed her arm that was unintentionally exposed.

Pay attention first, then give gold bracelets, show desire, and embellish it with luxurious objects.Its thoughts speak for themselves.

That being the case, it is to be monopolized.

During the day, Qin Yang praised Zhao Weizhen's bracelet, the speaker had no intention of doing so, but the listener was quite concerned.

He himself had that thought, but others mentioned it, as if he had invaded the territory he had secretly circled.

"No wonder." Zhao Weizhen curled his lips.

"what?"

"No wonder you were unhappy on the way back." Zhao Weizhen narrowed his eyes slightly: "It was because of this."

"Will Weizhen agree to me?" Lu Buwei refused to let go.

Zhao Weizhen tilted his head.

Did she turn around, choose to face Lu Buwei halfway, and pulled her wrist from his palm.

Under the candlelight, the heavy gold bracelet reflected Lu Li's light, intertwined with the elongated shadow in the dark room, like a struggling bug trapped in a spider's web.

Zhao Weizhen raised his hand and caressed ( ) the side of Lu Buwei's face.

No matter how clear and cold the man's mandible line is, it's not so clear at night.

"I like it so much?" Zhao Weizhen asked.

Lu Buwei closed his eyes, and unconsciously leaned his cheek against Zhao Weizhen's fingertips.

He pulled her closer, and the two of them had already disregarded what posture should be when sitting in danger, and they leaned together, their postures can be described as messy.

"A few days ago, Buwei had a dream." Lu Buwei whispered in Zhao Weizhen's ear: "I dreamed of Weizhen..."

Zhao Weizhen's name was mentioned, but he didn't say it later.Until Zhao Weizhen raised his eyes, his eyes met, and he took the initiative to ask: "What did you dream about me?"

Only then did Lu Buwei continue: "I dreamed that Wei Zhen was not only wearing a gold bracelet."

"Then what else am I wearing?"

"The gold ring is polished and smooth, and it's put on..." His eyes moved down, almost passing Zhao Weizhen's feet hidden under the skirt: "It's put on the ankles."

In the end, his voice was barely audible, but his gaze was always glued to Zhao Weizhen's face.

Seeing the wrist can be called spying, not to mention the feet that are barely exposed on weekdays.

The more it is hidden under the clothes, not exposed or seen, the more extraordinary the meaning is.

When Lu Buwei's words fell to the ground, Zhao Weizhen laughed inexplicably.

When can I take off my clothes and see my feet?

Naturally, while sleeping.

Not wearing any clothes, but wearing gold rings on both feet. It is self-evident what kind of dream it is.

only……

Not to mention, Lu Buwei's dream was quite aesthetic.Zhao Weizhen thought about it for himself, and thought it was a good scene.

The smile on her face deepened.

"Want to tie me down?"

"Of course I do."

Lu Buwei's dark eyes clearly reflected her figure, and he was very frank: "Wei Zhen has a deep heart, which is not admired by Wei Jing. I know in my head that a goshawk cannot be kept in a cage, but—"

"But?"

"But it's true in my heart," Lu Buwei pointed to his heart, "I can't control it."

That's why he dreamed of wearing gold rings on his feet, so when others praised the gold bracelet for its good craftsmanship, he also turned black immediately.

After Lu Buwei finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Weizhen carefully, wishing to analyze all the information contained in her blinking eyes: "Can Weizhen blame me?"

Her hand was still on the side of the man's face.

Zhao Weizhen lowered his eyes: "I don't blame you, it's human nature."

It's no big deal that lovers of power are obsessed with lust.Throughout the ages, who can completely separate the two?

In the beginning, it was just a picture of Zhao Weizhen's talent.

Then, it was to try to make her act in harmony with him.

The thoughts are the same, the steps are close, and even the ambition and purpose are temporarily unified.

After that, there are things that have nothing to do with power, step by step, and take it for granted.

Lu Buwei never concealed it.

Zhao Weizhen doesn't think there is any problem with this, just like what Lu Buwei said before - if there is nothing to ask for, then it is trouble.She didn't want to marry a saint, that was too vague.

What's more, Lu Buwei is impeccable.

She euphemistically stated that she did not want him to take concubine Ji to marry his concubine, so Lu Buwei stayed single in Xianyang for four years.

She didn't want to be pregnant at this juncture, so Lu Buwei didn't step into her room at night.

After enduring it for so long, until he thought that his little thoughts were offending others, he walked into Zhao Weizhen's room without saying a word.

He dismissed the maid without a word, and combed her hair himself. What if Zhao Weizhen didn't understand what he meant?

But well-

She looked up at the face of the man in front of her.

The face leaning on the palm of her hand lacked the gentleness and etiquette that was being held, and the naked desire and greed in it could be seen at a glance.

Zhao Weizhen is still very satisfied.

"It's worthy of the award." She said softly.

Lu Buwei: "What?"

Zhao Weizhen didn't respond, she turned around and approached the candle beside the long case, and breathed a sigh of relief.

With a sound of "poof", the crumbling flames were extinguished, and the boundless darkness oppressed upwards. The shadows and light spots all disappeared into the night.

The sudden darkness prevented the two from seeing each other, but Zhao Weizhen narrowed the distance with Lu Buwei again.

When she regained her vision, the tip of her nose barely brushed against the side of the man's face, she was so close, her breathing intertwined.

"Didn't you want me to help you?" Zhao Weizhen whispered.

In this era, there are no buttons on the clothes, only the belts need to be undone.As his fabric fell to the ground, even in the dark, Zhao Weizhen could clearly see Lu Buwei's eyes widening slightly.

When her hand touched his skin, the man's body trembled.

He finally understood what the so-called "reward" and "help you" specifically meant.

They couldn't see each other clearly, but Zhao Weizhen caught him.

Lu Buwei's voice clung to Zhao Weizhen's ears, he grabbed the cloth on the floor, not sure if it was because of the cold or something else.

His eyes were fixed on Zhao Weizhen all the time.After the shock, Lu Buwei opened his chest, but the expression on his face seemed to return to normal.

"A few days ago, I ran into Mr. Yangquan."

He spoke as if nothing had happened, but his voice was somewhat hoarse: "Weizhen said Mrs. Huayang's female officer was arrogant, and he planned to change someone to help in the school, so I told him."

Zhao Weizhen chuckled lightly.

What do you mean by saying this now, when she doesn't understand?

If his concentration is good, if he doesn't waver, why would he be shivering?

It is nothing more than a desire to control, wanting to enjoy, but not willing to let go.

Zhao Weizhen did not follow what he said, but turned his head to the side, as if curious, as if pursuing: "Is it just a gold bracelet and an ankle ring?"

"..."

One question blocked all the rest of Lu Buwei's words.

Thousands of words, when they are exported again, they only turn into a simple murmur: "Weizhen..."

The candle was extinguished, but Zhao Weizhen was holding it in his hand, but it was hot and trembling, and the candle oil gradually rolled down.

The breath is dense (), the heat is rising, and the words rolling in the throat cannot be heard clearly.Zhao Weizhen's eyes followed Lu Buwei's neck to see the clear and trembling Adam's apple rise and fall, and further up, the clear eyes in the past were covered with a faint mist in the darkness.

This caused Zhao Weizhen to bite his lip.

I haven't done anything for five years, and I don't need any skills at all.

After a while, she felt the other person's body stiffen for a moment, and then Lu Buwei let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhao Weizhen let go of him and got up slowly.

The dim moonlight squeezed away the dark clouds and poured into the windows, barely illuminating the room.Zhao Weizhen looked at Lu Buwei, and couldn't help teasing: "I can't tell, but you are quite strong."

On weekdays, I only think that my cheap husband is born fair and thin, and always puts a just right smile on his face, like a docile and temperless little scholar.

But if you think about it carefully, he has traveled all over the place, and a businessman will never be powerless.

Although Lu Buwei is not muscular, his body fat rate is quite low.

Zhao Weizhen was about to reach out to poke his collarbone and chest, but Lu Buwei suddenly opened his eyes before he dropped his hand.

He grabbed Zhao Weizhen's wrist.

Looking at each other again, Lu Buwei's breath calmed down, but his eyes did not return to clarity as Zhao Weizhen thought.The faint mist still wrapped around the black eyes, as if sick and drunk, as if still stuck in the lingering () of the previous moment, unwilling to regain consciousness.

Lu Buwei moved Zhao Weizhen's hand holding the candle to his lips.

The man slightly closed his eyelids, kissing her hand inch by inch, inch by inch.From the fingertips to the fingertips, to every joint and the thin calluses produced by holding the pen on the side of the finger.The same tight kiss also landed on Zhao Weizhen's palm and the inside of his wrist, and when his lips brushed against the delicate () tender skin, it was a little painful, but more itchy.

"more than."

After one kiss after another, vague words leaked from Lu Buwei's lips.

Zhao Weizhen blinked before realizing that she was answering the question he just asked.

Just gold bracelets and anklets?

If you want to tie someone down, it may not be that simple when you are sleeping.

"and also--"

"So I fired Mrs. Boyao back home, and I didn't say anything there. It was you who gave Mr. Yangquan a lot of things. Please ask him to walk around and persuade him."

The rest of Lu Buwei's words stopped abruptly.

He opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Weizhen, the beast in it wished to tear her to pieces.

But people are sober, Lu Buwei did not take up Zhao Weizhen's words, and the smell of candles still remained in his tone.

"You help me." He whispered: "Weizhen, let me help you too."

"Scared?"

Lu Buwei didn't speak.

Zhao Weizhen laughed again.

It got out of control, so I want to get it back.Zhao Weizhen really wanted Lu Buwei to "help her"-sleeping would risk pregnancy, but even if it is not easy to sleep, there are other ways.

But now, Zhao Weizhen thinks it's more interesting for him to be so eager to get angry and show his courteousness.

Should I continue to endure, or choose something else?

"You have to hurry up and make some preparations." Zhao Weizhen said deliberately: "The Chu family will not easily let you get what you want."

"What wish?" Lu Buwei asked.

"The wish to sit on the position of Xiangguo." Zhao Weizhen replied.

"After the crown prince ascends the throne, I have to wait for a long time."

"It wasn't me who said he was in poor health."

Lu Buwei was silent for a moment, and finally let go of Zhao Weizhen's hand.

He took a deep look at her, whether he chose not to continue.Instead, he gathered his clothes and said nonchalantly, "Weizhen doesn't think it's too early to persuade me to prepare?"

Did he still choose to continue to endure?

Zhao Weizhen knew that he respected her wishes, but Lu Buwei really chose this way, and she was actually a little disappointed.May I ask, who wouldn't want to see what a monster would look like after peeling off its human skin?

"It's late."

Zhao Weizhen thought for a while: "You trust me."

An Guojun in history died after only three days on the throne after serving filial piety for Qin Zhaoxiang King Yingji for a year.

No matter how he died, the distance from that day is getting closer day by day.