Spring on the Weishui River seems to be later than in the south of the Yangtze River. When the willows in Yingdu are long and the mountains are blooming, the green buds of the willow trees on both sides of the Weishui River have only emerged shortly after. The fine and dense spring rain falls as soon as it is said, and the raindrops hit the tips of the tender willow leaves, shining. When hitting the grass by the river, the colorful flowers look more and more beautiful. The cutest thing is a group of swallows, whose black wings cut the rain curtain from time to time, and suddenly click on the water surface while chirping, causing waves to roar.

Shangsi was originally the day when the witch girl was bathing. Hundreds of years have passed, and the custom of bathing on this day is still there. When it rains, Queen Mi Qian was bathing under the service of a female servant. Her eyes were neither watching the swallows flying in the air nor the mountain flowers in the distance. Instead, she stared at Mi Xuan, who was wearing underwear, not far away, even though the two were both women. After being discovered by Mi Xuan, she couldn't help but laugh and said, "My sister Xuan is very beautiful!"

Eight years ago, Mi Xuan had just reached the school, and now she is in the most beautiful time of a woman's life. Although the wet underwear blocked some of her vision, she showed her slender but gradually delicate figure. Her long black hair, like a waterfall, slowly hangs down, and youth ripples freely in the spring of the Wei River.

"My mother laughs at me." Mi Xuan blocked her chest with her hands. She was not used to her own body being exposed in other people's sight.

"How can I laugh at you?" Mi Qian gave birth to Fusu and never had a slender waist anymore. She took off the queen's outfit and stood in the Wei River with Mi Xuan. She even felt that she was already a little jealous. "No wonder Brother Wang is treating you..."

Mi Qian's words were very natural, but when she mentioned Xiong Jing, Mi Xuan's shy face became stiff. For eight years, she had been thinking about this person and tried her best to inquire about him. However, this person did not miss her at all. Except for a few letters in the first two years, there was no news later. She marries the daughter of Qi, then marries the daughter of Qi, Yue, and finally marries the daughter of Zhao. When she was alone, she would think from time to time: The king loves so much, he may have forgotten himself.

"Where are sisters going?" Mi Qian saw Mi Xuan's displeasure, so she packed up and went ashore with her.

"The king has more wives and concubines, so why should my sister worry?" Mi Qian is the queen of Qin, but the emperor has 72 concubines. Qin has regarded herself as a Zhou decades ago, and there were more than 72 concubines in the harem. Now that Han has been destroyed, Han Wangan's concubine said that she wanted to come to Xianyang, and the crowds have only allowed another palace somewhere in Weinan.

"I'm fine." Mi Xuan naturally tied his hair. When she saw Mi Ji being carried to the bank of Wei River, she immediately rushed over and blamed her left and right: "After the rain, how can I carry the Queen Mother Zu to the bank of the water?"

Mi Ji was getting older and older. She couldn't walk three years ago, so she could only sit on a chariot and let her servants carry it. The spring was cold and warm, and she was seriously ill last month. Mi Xuan didn't want her to come out, but Mi Ji was stubborn by nature and could not stop her.

"Old slave," Shangwu became old, his back became more and more burdened, and his words began to become a little unscrupulous.

"Queen Duke Zu..." Because of Mi Ji's favor, Mi Xuan was half the master in Huayang Palace. As soon as she ordered the temple's people to carry Mi Ji away from the water. Mi Ji suddenly grabbed her and then started coughing.

"Since it's cold on rainy days, my aunt should go back to the palace." Mi Xuan gently pounded Mi Ji's back and whispered. Mi Ji's cough became louder and louder, and her face was red, but she just grabbed her hand and kept putting it down.

"Xuan'er, aunt..." Mi Ji looked at Mi Xuan after coughing, and tried hard to stroke her blushing cheeks. "My aunt's tomb is arched, so she wanted to see the spring day of Shangsi and the Wei River..."

Mi Ji is old and speaks slowly, so slowly that it makes people feel pitiful. But anyone who knows something about Qin is very clear. For thirty years, Qin seems to be in the hands of Lu Buwei, Zhao Zheng, but in her hands. Now she is finally old. Last month's serious illness made her know that her deadline is approaching, so she wants to see more of this world that is about to leave and feel the last spring of her life.

"Xuan'er, do you really want to marry the King of Chu?" Yu stopped for a while, and Mi Ji suddenly asked.

"Xuan'er doesn't know..." Mi Xuan did not marry into the Qin Palace as a concubine, but Mi Ji didn't want her to marry into the Chu Palace. It was not because of the same surname, but because Xiong Jing ignored the mercy and cooked her nephew Yang Wenjun. This made Mi Ji feel vaguely hated. She never interfered in matters involving Chu State, and involved Xiong Jing's private affairs. In addition, Qin Chu has been in a relationship, so she can't become a beauty.

"Do you don't know, or dare not speak?" Mi Ji coughed twice again. The dying person was kind to him. She smiled and said, "When the king greets you in a few days, I will let you allow you to go to Chu State."

"Auntie?!" Mi Xuan thought she had heard it wrong, but she just thought that her tears fell down faithfully, and then she lay on Mi Ji's knees and cried.

"How can one cry and lose his manners if he is a queen in the future?" Mi Ji gently stroked her back and made fun of her with interest.

"How could Xuan'er be the queen?" Mi Xuan raised her head and couldn't help but say in her tears: "He has married a girl Qi, a girl Yue, and a girl Zhao this year..." She has never cried to others in her heart, but now she has said it all. After saying that, Mi Xuan cried even more miserably. She has wanted to cry for a long time.

"Xuan'er is the queen of Chu." Mi Ji comforted. "In order to resist the Great Qin, Chu must marry Qi and make good friends with Yue people. Qi's daughter, Yue people have to marry. Zhao must be the slut who insisted on marrying. Zhao's State is about to perish. Zhao people are not determined to ask Chu to send troops. How can they survive?"

Because of Zhao Ji, Mi Ji has always hated Zhao Nu. In fact, most Zhao Nu are humble and often charm the powerful for the sake of wealth. Didn’t the queen who advocated the relationship between Xiangbang and Chunping Hou and allowed his son to ascend the throne? Xiong Jing was able to hold the throne at a young age, and maybe Zhao Fei also had an affair with a powerful minister.

This is almost certain! The lewdness of Zhao is engraved in his bones. No matter how long, anywhere, or any identity, they cannot change their nature of serving others. Thinking of the lewdness of Zhao, Mi Ji felt hatred. She raised Mi Xuan's head and said, "Remember! In the future, you must be very cautious when marrying into the Chu Palace as the queen. That slut is the queen of Chu. He asked his son to marry Zhao and he must rob your queen."

Mi Ji was talking about her lifelong experience, and Mi Xuan couldn't understand it at all. Seeing her like this, Mi Ji knew that she couldn't understand it for the time being, so she could only say: "You can remember that Zhao ** is vicious, and you must not believe it easily."

On the banks of the Wei River, Mi Ji, who felt sorry for Mi Xuan, repeatedly told her. Zhao Zheng, who was rushing to see this scene: a woman who had not dressed up lies on the knees of Queen Mother Zu Mi Ji. She was wearing a semi-wet underwear, and her waterfall-like hair was draped obliquely on her shoulders. She was only wrapped in a thin pure garment. She lay down for a while and saw Mi Qian coming over to salute. Mi Qian was also very beautiful, but when she stood with her, she always felt that something was missing.

After leaving Xianyang, Zhao Zheng stood in the car, and there was no canopy on the roof. He began to stare at the woman from a distance. He noticed the difference between her and Mi Qian, but could not find a suitable word to describe this difference. Until the sunlight after the rain shone on his face through the clouds, two words flashed in his heart: bright and beautiful.

The woman gave people the feeling that the sun was as bright as the sunshine after the rain. Although Mi Qian, with delicate facial features, was also very beautiful, she suddenly looked dim and stingy compared to her.

"Who is that?" Zhao Zheng asked loudly at the woman, just wanting to keep this bright beauty for a long time.

"That's the king..." The woman had turned around, and the temple people around her only saw Queen Mi Qian standing next to her chariot.

"Husband!" Zhao Zheng cursed and pointed again. The woman happened to get into a carriage, and everyone saw only one back.

"This, this..." A temple man hesitated and saw Zhao Zheng glaring at him, panicked: "Report to the king, this may be the young master Mi."

"Mi Xuan?" Zhao Zheng thought of a name. She should have been the companion of Queen Mi Qian, but she missed the wedding because of a bad disease. After recovering from the disease, she hid in the convoy of the envoy of Jing Kingdom and planned to escape privately. Fortunately, Queen Mother Zu loved her, and except for her father, Mi Chang, who received some symbolic punishment, she had nothing left.

It is said that King Jing was very fond of her when he saw her. In order to please King Jing, King Wei Zeng also found a woman who looked exactly like her and thought that the royal family girl was finally given to King Jing. King Jing was very happy.

"Greetings to the king." Seeing Zhao Zheng coming in a car, the temple's palace maid hurriedly bowed to him, but Zhao Zheng seemed to have not heard it. He was not confused at all, and he rarely paid attention to the matters of men and women. He had no time to favor the concubines in the palace except for a few people. But Mi Xuan was different. The brightness of the moment just now was firmly engraved in his mind and could not be removed.

"Meet the Father." Fusu is already six years old. Like Mi Qian, he has delicate facial features, but his figure is shorter than that of children of the same age.

"No gifts." Zhao Zheng said in a harmonious voice. He held Fusu's hand and bowed to Empress Dowager Zu Mi Ji, "Dare you ask if Empress Dowager Zu is safe?"

"The old woman is fine." Mi Ji smiled laughing when she saw Fusu. "Get up, get up."

She looked at Fusu, and Zhao Zheng's eyes were staring at Mi Xuan who had finished dressing. Her black hair, which was like a waterfall, was no longer visible. Her hair was not tied behind her head, nor was it allowed to sag naturally after it was finished. Instead, it was like a man's hair tied up on the top of her head, a red cloth half wrapped around them, revealing a high folded bundle in the middle; two laces were pulled out from behind the cloth, and tied under the jaw from the back of her ears along her round cheeks as much as jade.
Chapter completed!