Qin Dynasty: Starting with clinging to Zhao Ji's thigh

Chapter 217 The Wind Rises and...Leisure

South Korea, Xinzheng, Royal Palace.

Lady Mingzhu sat gracefully in front of her dressing table, admiring her unparalleled beauty in the bronze mirror.

However, in her delicate, jade-like hands, she was holding a letter from the Qin state, and on the dressing table in front of her, there was a small wooden comb.

"Heh, this little man doesn't know the meaning of politeness at all when he's ordering people around!"

Bai Yifei had his back to Madam Mingzhu, his white hair fluttering, and his expression icy cold.

"I had almost forgotten that I had once imprisoned a stray dog ​​named Tianze. The net controlled by Lord Changxin is more terrifying than I imagined."

But Madam Mingzhu didn't care about this at all. She smiled and used the wooden comb that came with the letter to groom her long, smooth black hair.

"The more unfathomable Changxin Jun is, the more it proves that our current choice is correct."

Bai Yifei's expression was unreadable, his eyes as calm as an unwavering well: "So... what should we do next?"

Madam Mingzhu laughed so hard her body trembled: "Since when have you, cousin, become so respectful of my opinion?"

"Do you know who I'm asking about?"

Bai Yifei held the sword in one hand, yet spoke in a still icy tone.

But Mingzhu continued to laugh, laughing for a long time, until she finally stopped, seemingly having laughed enough.

“Auntie wouldn’t bother with such trivial matters, but if you want to ask for your cousin’s opinion, then of course we will do exactly as Lord Changxin instructed.”

"Having lived here for so long, it's not right to leave a dirty room behind before leaving. It's necessary to clean out the dust."

Bai Yifei's eyes narrowed slightly: "Then, I understand."

Release Tianze and sweep away the dust from South Korea.

……

Xinzheng, Zilanxuan.

"His name is Ni Lin, and he is my friend."

"If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I really wouldn't have been able to come back this time."

Han Fei knelt before a small table, on which sat a sword box containing a tattered, dark blue-green ancient sword. The blade was broken into several pieces, and the hilt was decorated with the mythical beast Xie Zhi.

An indescribable, dark aura gradually emerged, while strange rustling sounds echoed in the room.

"This sword appears to have existed even longer than the Koreans."

Zi Nu examined the sword closely, but could only determine that it was ancient.

Comparatively, Wei Zhuang was more interested in the existence of this peculiar and famous sword.

"A sword is a weapon of death, and a famous sword is even more spiritual. It needs to choose a powerful master so that it can kill more lives and drink blood. The sword spirit is the most powerful and most compatible spirit among all the sword's past masters."

Zhang Liang sat opposite Han Fei, closer to Ni Lin, and his face was slightly pale at this moment.

"I sensed a very strong malevolent aura. Brother Han Fei's friend must have been quite extraordinary in life."

Han Fei took a big gulp of orchid wine straight from the spout of the wine pot, and then slammed the lid shut.

"Hey, hey, hey, I almost died, and you're all just focused on a sword?"

Wei Zhuang sat in the corner of the room, holding Shark Tooth in his arms, his tone indifferent and calm: "Aren't you asking for death?"

Zi Nu was already by the window, gazing at the bustling crowds on the streets of Xinzheng with a faint smile: "Lord Changxin has already dispatched many experts from the Luo Wang to protect you. If you are still successfully assassinated even so, then Ninth Prince, your fate is sealed."

Han Fei put down the wine pot, his expression unusually serious: "What a pity... the assassination failed, but my life is not over yet!"

Zhang Liang's expression also turned serious: "Brother Han Fei still has things to do, so naturally he won't die so easily."

Wei Zhuang rose from the corner, his Shark Tooth sword thrusting straight into the table.

"Since Han Fei shouldn't have died, then some people should have died."

Han Fei seemed startled, spreading his hands: "Hey, you guys... don't make such a fuss, I'm a law-abiding citizen!"

"But what you're about to do can't be done by obeying the law, and your enemies won't obey your laws either!"

"This assassination attempt is just the beginning."

Han Fei stopped his antics, but appeared very calm. For a moment, his gaze seemed to transcend time: "Actually, death is not so terrible. I have already seen my own death."

Finally, he winked and added, "My friend is one of them too."

……

Farmhouse, Qianlong Hall.

Situ Wanli was sitting alone in a dark room.

At this moment, he was holding a thin sheet of paper in his hand, which he placed on the candle flame in the bronze lamp on the table.

The dim candlelight illuminated his ever-changing face, and at the same time reflected the image of the exquisitely thin sword on the table.

The ashes from the burning paper drifted to the end of the six beaded grass knots worn by Situ Wanli, as if a seventh beaded grass had been added.

……

Ying Jing's days seemed to have become leisurely again.

After all, given his current status and position, he no longer needs to do everything personally.

Whether it's arrangements for South Korea or plans for the farmers... all he needs to do is issue orders.

So, Ying Jing, who finally had some free time, finally remembered that there was a woman who seemed to have some unresolved issues that needed to be addressed.

Regardless, Wei Qianqian has been by Lord Changxin's side ever since he passed through the State of Wei. Even if their relationship is not that deep, she should at least not be treated poorly.

When Ying Jing saw her, the woman was leaning against the edge of a pavilion by the artificial lake, occasionally scattering bait to attract the fish in the lake.

Why are you here all alone?

Ying Jing's gentle voice rang in Wei Qianqian's ears.

"what!"

As if startled, Wei Qianqian hurriedly scattered all the remaining bait in her hand and turned around.

"Greetings, my husband."

Ying Jing stepped forward and took her warm, soft hand in his: "We're an old married couple, why be so polite?"

Wei Qianqian seemed a little uncomfortable and wanted to pull her hand away, but she couldn't resist Lord Changxin's domineering attitude, so she could only let him do as he pleased.

Wei Qianqian was forced upon us by that old guy Wei Yong back then, and later she also served as the link between the two parties in their cooperation.

However, as Wei Yong's power in the Wei Kingdom grew, her role diminished considerably.

Regardless of the circumstances, she has been by Ying Jing's side for so many years, yet she still shows such a sense of distance.

This made Ying Jing feel a little guilty, as he had indeed paid less attention to this woman on a regular basis.

After a careful look, Wei Qianqian's figure was slender, like a willow swaying in the breeze, and paired with that white dress, she exuded a gentle and graceful feeling.

Furthermore, compared to when we first met, this former young girl has become much more voluptuous, boasting a curvaceous figure, after all, there's plenty of money to be made in Lord Changxin's mansion.

However, her brows seemed to be slightly furrowed, as if she had something on her mind.

"Jingni told me that your father wrote you a letter?"

If there's a problem, then solve it.

Ying Jing didn't bother with any indirect methods; he went straight to the point.