Mrs. Qin Xiangguo

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The Xianyang Palace at night is like a gigantic beast crawling in the darkness.When the palace gate slowly opened, Zhao Weizhen almost thought that he was about to be swallowed by its abyss.

The silent palace seems to really eat people.

Led by the servants, Zhao Weizhen and Lu Buwei came to King Qin's bedroom.

When the two entered the door, not only Prince Chu of Qin was waiting for them, but also Zhao Ji and Crown Prince Yingzheng.

After standing still, Zhao Weizhen looked up, first surprised.

In just a few months, King Qin, who was still in his prime, had already lost his appearance.

He was skinny and bony, his face was more sallow than that of King Qin Zhao before he died, and his eyes became quite cloudy.

Touching Prince Chu's eyes, Zhao Weizhen's heart sank completely.

A person is not afraid of illness, thinness, or embarrassment, but what he fears is that the window of human nature is completely cast a shadow.A few years ago, King Zhaoxiang of Qin came to Lu's restaurant in person. He had clearly returned to life, but his eyes were still sharp and clear.

Zhao Weizhen was very sad.

She knew that Qin Prince Chu would not live long, so it was not too much grief to make preparations early.

It's just that Zhao Weizhen still feels unwilling for him.

Who would be willing to look like this at such a young age?

Fortunately, his spirit is not bad, and his mind is also clear.Touching the figures of Lu Buwei and Zhao Weizhen, King Qin smiled, and even wanted to get up and get out of bed.

"Kings!"

Lu Buwei stepped forward directly, and personally supported Qin Prince Chu on the bed: "If you have an order, you can talk about it after you rest."

King Qin still insisted on sitting up.

He stretched out his hands and firmly grasped Lu Buwei's arm: "It's too late."

At that moment, Zhao Weizhen caught a clear blank in Lu Buwei's expression.

"Where is the king's words?"

He seemed to understand something, but didn't show it.Lu Buwei just raised the corners of his mouth, showing his usual gentle and humble smile: "Since he's awake, it's a good thing. Take a little rest, and your majesty will get better."

Zhao Weizhen pursed his lips sternly.

Not to mention that Lu Buwei didn't believe this, even King Qin himself didn't believe it.

She turned to look at Zhao Ji and Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng immediately understood, and he looked at Zhao Ji: "Mother, please give Xiangguo some time to talk with Father alone."

Zhao Ji nodded with tears in her eyes.

The three left silently, and as soon as they stepped out of the dormitory, Zhao Ji's tears could not stop rolling down her delicate face.

Silent sobbing swayed in the dark night, Zhao Weizhen thought for a while, and turned his head to Ying Zheng first.

The young Yingzheng's gaze has been locked on Zhao Weizhen.She turned her head to one side, her eyes met, Ying Zheng shook her head first without Zhao Weizhen's words.

Ying Zheng was still the restrained Ying Zheng, the cold white moonlight lengthened the shadows, and also covered the last round and immature face of Ying Zheng.

This made him seem to have grown up overnight, except for the pair of phoenix eyes that he inherited from his mother, his outline and edges and corners were more like Zichu, but much sharper and sharper than his father.

Leng Rui made him look calmer than he showed.

It's just that Zhao Weizhen still captured the tension and bewilderment well hidden in the young man's eyes.

No matter how precocious and intelligent, Ying Zheng is only 12 years old this year, and when he was 12 years old, he was about to usher in his father's parting.

Zhao Weizhen closed his eyes.

Ying Zheng was still calm, and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Ji: "Mother, you must be careful in your words and deeds."

Zhao Ji took the handkerchief and touched the tears.

In this state, it was urgently called in the middle of the night, even Zhao Ji could understand what was going on.

"I know."

Zhao Ji choked up and said, "But...how could this happen?"

She cried so much that her eyes were full of tears, and she couldn't speak well.But even so, Zhao Ji was still astonishingly beautiful, her eyes were drooping, and even in extreme grief, she was like pear blossoms with rain.

"I originally thought that if I came to Xianyang from Handan, I would be able to live a good life." Zhao Ji cried and said, "With my husband, my son, and Miss Ziying by my side, I just need to behave myself. It’s fine to make trouble and don’t hold back. But, why, why—”

At the end, Zhao Ji's sobs completely covered up the broken words.

Zhao Weizhen sighed silently.

In all fairness, Zhao Ji has done a good job.

Obviously unable to control her grief, she also suppressed her emotional breakdown to the minimum.He didn't get emotional easily like he was in Handan, but he also maintained the last bit of reason.

She really couldn't figure it out.

In Zhao Ji's life, she seldom "figured it out".

When her father betrothed her to a son and another man, Zhao Ji thought that her whole life would be the same as a down-and-out son who was neither poor nor rich.

Later, the husband was appreciated by Lu Buwei, and their conditions were better, and she had a son.Zhao Ji also felt that maybe she could go to Xianyang with her husband one day, visit the Qin Palace, and live a good life.

Zhao Ji exhausted her imagination for the first half of her life, and she only imagined this.

But what happened afterwards was completely beyond Zhao Ji's comprehension as a rich businessman's daughter.

Her husband ran away, leaving herself and her son in Handan.

After that, he became the heir of Prince Qin and married another woman.

When Mrs. Weizhen talked about "marriage", "benefits", and overcoming diplomacy, Zhao Ji hardly listened to it when she was in Handan—she felt that these things were too far away from her, and she should not worry about them at all. will happen to her.

It wasn't until Mrs. Weizhen came to Xianyang, until she found out that her husband was quite prestigious in Qin State, and until he became the prince, and then quickly became the king, that Zhao Ji slowly realized that these things would not only happen to her, but even Her every move may affect the development of the situation.

My husband never thinks she is dull, just like Mrs. Weizhen.He patiently told her that if she didn't understand, she could ask him directly, even if he was not free, she could ask Miss Ziying.

But before Zhao Ji was truly enlightened, my husband...

The more Zhao Ji thought about it, the sadder she became.

She just felt as if a huge chasm had opened in the sky, and although similar situations had happened in the past, it would all heal in the end.

But Zhao Ji knew that it would not happen this time.

She also couldn't figure out why, but out of instinct, Zhao Ji clearly realized that if her husband died, no one would provide her with solid support from now on.

Zhao Ji's bright eyes were full of tears, she raised her thick eyelashes, but what she touched was still Zhao Weizhen's calm and heavy face.

When she was in Handan, Zhao Ji was very afraid of Zhao Weizhen, especially this expression.

It's just because she is different from the "woman" in Zhao Ji's cognition.

She would tell her with such an expression that it's not because her husband doesn't love her that he married another, and it's not because others make things difficult because of hatred.With this calm face, she subverted the cognition that many Zhao Ji depended on for survival, and what she said were completely masculine words.

It took Zhao Ji a long time to understand that she repeatedly lost control in front of Mrs. Weizhen, not because of anger or disgust, but entirely out of "fear".

Now she is not afraid.

She wiped away her tears, and what surged up from the bottom of her heart was actually envy.

I envy Mrs. Wei Zhen who can keep calm and calm at such a critical moment, can suppress all emotions in the bottom of her heart, and be the support and umbrella of others.

"I know." Zhao Ji repeated it again, not to Zhao Weizhen, but to herself: "If there is anything, I will follow the orders of my wife and Mr. Buwei."

"I have sent Meng Yi to leave Xianyang Palace to inform General Meng Wu." Ying Zheng added: "In the middle of the night, Mrs. Mi's female officer found an excuse to leave the palace."

Meng Wu is the father of Meng Tian and Meng Yi.

Fortunately, General Meng Ao only took Meng Tian away before leaving, leaving his own son behind.

Zhao Weizhen quickly calculated the time: Although Wei Sheng was sent out of the city to inform Wang Jian, but something really happened, and it would be too late for Wang Jian to return with his troops.

Meng Wu stayed in Xianyang, and he could mobilize not many troops, so he could delay for a while.

but--

Zhao Weizhen raised his eyebrows: "Madam Mi's female official?"

Before the Empress Dowager Huayang moved, Zhao Weizhen never expressed his assumptions.

Ying Zheng was taught by Zhao Weizhen, and his mother clan's power is basically negligible, so it can be said that he will not be attached to any power by nature.

Because of this, King Xianzhao doted on him, Prince Qin Chu valued him, and officials in the court also unabashedly praised his reputation as a young genius.

If Zhao Weizhen stood in the position of Empress Dowager Huayang, she would replace Ying Zheng at this juncture.

This is the best chance and the last chance.

If not, when Yingzheng comes to power in the future, he is bound to be a hundred times more troublesome than Qin Prince Chu who suddenly became tough after he took the throne.

Zhao Weizhen didn't say anything because it was impossible for her to bluntly say that Prince Qin Chu would die soon.

She didn't even want Ying Zheng to be suspicious of Xiao Chengxun, who was keeping his mouth shut at the moment because he was brother and insisted on following him.

Unexpectedly, even if she didn't say it, Ying Zheng realized it.

There was still no expression on the young Ying Zheng's face.There is only clarity in his phoenix eyes: "Cheng Yu is only seven years old, he still doesn't understand these things. It's just a power struggle, even if he doesn't understand, he will definitely be framed."

Zhao Weizhen let go of his hanging heart.

How can it be possible, Zhao Weizhen still doesn't want to see the drama where brothers fight against the wall.

Ying Zheng has a clear mind, so she won't worry in vain.

"So, then—"

"Teacher, queen, prince."

Halfway through Zhao Weizhen's speech, the heavy door of the sleeping hall opened a gap, and a waiter with a tired expression came out: "Your Majesty, please enter the hall to talk."

This is what I want to say to her and Ying Zheng.

Seeing the waiter's tired face, it was obvious that he hadn't closed his eyes for several days, Zhao Weizhen thought for a while and asked, "Do the servants in the palace not have shifts?"

The waiter was startled, and then replied honestly: "Going back to the Grand Tutor, it is natural to arrange a rotation, but the king is seriously ill, and I really don't want to rest."

Zhao Ji answered, "He is a servant sent by the Empress Dowager Xia to take care of the king."

Empress Dowager Xia is the biological mother of Prince Qin Chu, so the servants in front of her are her own.

"Trouble you to go out of the palace," so Zhao Weizhen urged, "Let the wind in front of the palace gate, if there is any accident, come back and report immediately."

"Yes."

The servant took the order and ran to the palace gate.

Zhao Weizhen looked at Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji: "Go in."

A group of people walked into the dormitory, and before they reached the bed, they were completely opposite to Zhao Weizhen's lifeless appearance, and hearty laughter burst out.