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There is a tear, like endless rain at night. In the morning when the sun first appeared, it carefully decomposed and flowed into the smiling lips of the woman painted with rouge.
In 243 BC, Qin attacked Wei, which proved to be a move.
The girl's delicate feet shook, breaking the sadness and cold silence on the ground. Shui Yang's eyes bloom like frost, like a hair band floating on the sleeve side, drawing a silence between her brow. The rouge and cold plum on the lips generally burned out Liao Dong.
What's your name? The expressionless female officer looked at her. Wei Chuchu. Her voice, it's cold Send it to Ganquan Palace. The female official said, and drew a circle on the bamboo slip: The color is beautiful, and the Queen Mother will like it.
In 243 BC, Wei Chuchu, as a prisoner of war, became an official slave of the State of Qin, waiting on the Empress Dowager Zhao Ji.
The first time she saw the boy who traveled around the world in a snap of her fingers was in the early morning when the sun was winding. The morning light is so strong that I am blind. After the attendants shouted loudly, a tall boy in a dark black coat knelt down in front of Evonne and unfolded his sleeves like an English bird with double feathers. His face is chiseled and flies straight into the temple, and his slender eyes quietly capture all traces of emotion. The body in danger reflects the sharpness and domineering like a sword.
At the moment, he just spoke to her in a low tone according to his own etiquette, washing away the remaining childishness when he was seventeen: Zheng Er paid tribute to his mother. I think my mother must be very healthy today.
Evonne, a young and elegant woman, smiled and her hair shone like frost: Zheng Er was glad to visit her mother after delaying her studies, but she had to blame her.
Ying Zheng's lips evoked a cold smile: Don't blame Mother yet. Meeting my mother is also related to learning. Guan Zhong said that he didn't mean to leave Shang Jun's book here when he went to see his mother the day before yesterday. Zheng Er wanted to read it.
The Book of Shang Jun? Just ask the waiter to get it from the back hall.
Don't bother the queen mother, just let the officials take Zhenger to the backyard to study.
Evonne nodded and smiled. In that case, it's up to Zheng Er. Chuchu, she cried.
No. Stand aside, she replied, and took a step forward.
Take the king to the back hall and wait on him to read.
He stood motionless behind him. I don't know how many hours later, I saw the sky was dark and brightly lit. The shadow was kneeling beside several boxes, facing a bamboo slip unfolded on them. The golden flame licked his figure silently.
"I don't think so, all the six countries are rumored to be like that ..." Wei Chuchu was thinking, but he saw the young man's shoulders tilted slightly, and the black cloak slipped down and fell to the ground. And he still held his forehead with his hand and was silent.
Who is Xu? She hesitated whether to go forward and put on his coat.
You don't have eyes or hands? For a moment, I only heard the voice as cold as ice and snow in a low voice, conveying an indescribable sense of oppression.
She was slightly surprised, and then said quietly, I wonder if the handmaiden has fallen asleep. If so, wouldn't it disturb the king of Qin to rush forward?
King Qin? He stretched out his voice and smiled coldly. Why, can't he call the word "king"? She said that for handmaiden, the only king is the king of Wei and the king of Chu.
The book suddenly bumped into the post on which she was leaning and spilled all over the floor. Ying Zheng suddenly stood up and threw cold light at her. She was in trouble for a moment and gave her a cold glance. Her fingertips trembled slightly at the moment when she couldn't restrain her fear. He squinted at the woman in front of him out of the corner of his eye and said with an expression, You are in the State of Qin. Who do you call the king?
She bit her lip and said nothing. So he asked coldly, what's your name? Wei Chuchu.
What nationality? Wei ren, the mother is from Chu.
No wonder. As he spoke, he squinted at her, then stopped, with a sly smile on his face. I want to come to this world, and it is rare to see another bloody woman. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the bamboo slips on the ground and said quietly, tidy them up.
She avoided his eyes, bent down to pick up bamboo slips, looked at them one by one, sorted them out, and then put them neatly on several cases.
Ying Zheng looked at her behavior with a little surprise and asked unconsciously, can you read? She said nothing but nodded her head. How do you know my Qin seal script? In order to make a living, I copied some instructions to vendors, which are available in all countries. He grabbed the sleeve for a while and pulled her over, but she almost fell into his arms.
He raised her cheek, and the shadow by candlelight was cold. She was surprised.
She also saw his eyes, black as midnight, flashing cold colors.
Suddenly, his mouth turned into an almost stubborn smile, and his heroic spirit was threatening. He said: Wei Chuchu, I remember. From then on, she became a maid-in-waiting in Zheng's Hall of Prayer for the New Year.
Your majesty, your majesty, did you hear that rumor? It's really too much! Zhao Gao trotted behind Ying Zheng, whispering, but couldn't keep up with his pace. Ying Zheng walked on the cloister with a livid face, saying nothing, but Huai Pei was in a mess, and his eyes could not hide his anger.
They even said that the king was the illegitimate child of Prime Minister Lv Buwei and the Queen Mother. They also said that ... before the first king took Zhao as the proton and married the Queen Mother, the concubine of the Prime Minister was pregnant and deliberately concealed the first king, hoping to compete with Lu for his surname. Also, also said ...
Shut up! Ying Zheng fiercely turned around, and Zhao Gao's legs suddenly trembled, and he stepped back several steps and fell under the railing.
His eyebrows, sharp as swords, were cast in a bronze mirror, shadowed by candlelight, with silver teeth biting secretly, and cold broke out from the mirror. She knelt behind him, took a jade comb to comb him, glanced at his strange expression in the mirror and asked quietly, Is the king of Qin in a bad mood today?
He frowned, closed his eyes slowly, breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "Chu Er, do you have parents?" ?
Calling her Chu Er is a peculiar habit of Ying Zheng.
She looked at him in the mirror a little surprised and said, of course ... why did the king of Qin ask?
Good for you?
Okay, it's just long gone.
I didn't shed a tear when my father died. I rode to Mount Li alone and caught a tiger and two deer. She listened and said simply: So, the king of Qin did it because he was unhappy, right?
He hesitated for a moment, then sneered in the mirror, Dad, what did you leave me? What should have stayed in Guanzhong's hands and shouldn't have stayed in Zhao was thrown to me.
She combed his long hair methodically, listening to his deep and distant voice, like ink flowing between his teeth. I will never forget the day when Handan was hijacked. Zhao whipped me, threw stones at me and spat on my face and clothes ... I was hated by everyone, and everyone bullied me, but with Guan Zhong, my father left me and my mother and fled back to Qin to seek power ... Even so, my mother never left love and me, never.
Ying Zheng's teeth clenched tightly. Finally, a word came out between them: I have no parents at all.
Wei Chuchu stopped his action, and his words were as simple as silk thread. She said: However, the king of Qin became the king of Qin, which is what the king of Qin wanted. If you get some, you are doomed to lose some. I was loved by my parents, but they left me early. Now I am a slave of Qin Gong.
He has long been used to her rudeness, but he is very polite. He couldn't help laughing: isn't it a good thing to be Qin Gong's slave and meet me?
She didn't answer, but asked in a low voice: the king of Qin actually cares about the queen mother, the former king and the prime minister, doesn't he?
He was stunned, and only the rustling of his hair was heard in the curtains. After a long time, he suddenly stood up and wanted to go outside the curtain.
Wei Chuchu looked at him in surprise: Qin Wang, it's almost time. What are you doing? ...
He looked back at the girl with no color in her face, suddenly smiled like a child for a while, and said, I'm going to pay my mother's birthday respects ... it seems that I haven't seen her for a few days, so I came back after saying hello.
But it's getting late. It looks like rain. It is not too late for the king of Qin to go tomorrow. Just for a moment, it shouldn't rain. He smiled a little brightly. Her eyes were filled with inexplicable anxiety, and her eyes sent him straight out of the temple.
He fired the servant of Ganquan Palace because he didn't want Evonne to bother him too much.
With his long hair hanging freely, he climbed the steps and entered the temple. He tried to knock at the door with his hand, but he heard a man whispering in the bedroom.
He froze, turned and pushed with his hand, revealing his eyes through the door.
He saw his Guan Zhong and his mother, leaning together.
It began to rain. Ying Zheng stood in the rain, his head held high, and he couldn't see the rain beams falling in the night sky, but they cut his cheeks one by one, leaving a trail of blood. Long, wrinkled hair, like splashing ink, melted the figure into the night in Qin Gong. Rain drops coldly between skin textures, which hurts deeply.
He closed his eyes and there was no emotion on his face. Watermarks, one by one, were cut off from the cheeks.
Suddenly, he heard small footsteps in the noisy underwater sound and quickly handed them out. He suddenly opened his eyes and was surprised to see her. I don't know why, she found out that she didn't open an umbrella, but also let the rain wet her whole body, making her figure look even smaller. Seeing him, she stood in front of him easily, like a hibiscus in Jing Ya. Only the surging eyes in the dark night were washed with a faint sadness.
At that moment, she was very clear in his eyes.
But they just stood there, soaked to the skin, watching and silent. Rain man scattered the same lonely and indescribable feelings of two children, and each of them put the words in his mouth into his heart.
For a long time, Ying Zheng's lips finally spread out faintly, with his unique indifferent banter, and his timbre streamed: Chu Er, no, don't you hate me the most?
She tugged at her red lips, and then, with a clean texture like rain, said, well, yes.
I don't know where this sycophant came from. She was like a compliment, but she took your highness's heart away without a smile.
But a maid-in-waiting doesn't know what kind of person she was before she entered the palace.
Praise si is the daughter of national subjugation, so this Wei Chuchu ...
When these gossips reached her ears, she just walked through the corridor with a silver plate, trying to ignore her throat-cutting eyes, only to be stopped by a woman with extremely luxurious clothes and makeup at the end of Zhu corridor. The woman a face of enchanting, put the words in the ear said, yo, so like it, but the fishy smell seems to be better than that of da ji.
The women's shrill laughter came from all around.
She suddenly raised her eyes, bit the anger in her eyes to her lips, and said coldly, So, in your opinion, is King Qin Zhou you?
The man's words suddenly choked.
This scene, and just came back from the discussion of Ying Zheng hit red-handed.
He silently said to the woman, your tongue doesn't need to be put there anymore.
That's his original aiji.
At the meeting, Lv Buwei, who was in charge of the National Government, proposed to hold a wedding in the name of Guan Zhong, citing Ying Zheng's weak age, and all the ministers responded in succession.
"So, the candidate? Since it is a big wedding, that person must be the queen. I don't know, which country will it be? " Wei Chuchu said, calmly touched the bedding on the sofa, long hair flowing down the cold mat, and suddenly felt cold at the fingertips.
His lips suddenly reminded him: What if it was you?
He looked up in surprise and met his closed eyes.
Her eyebrows moved slightly, and then she said, is the king of Qin joking? How can I become the queen of Qin Dynasty? The king of Qin is a queen and must be a noble princess. If you don't come from Qi, you are Chu.
Don't you also have Chu blood?
But I'm not a princess, just a handmaid.
He drew her closer and the tip of his nose touched her hair. He smiled and said, if I had to choose, it would be you.
At that moment, she almost held her breath. However, inexplicably, her black hair hung down and covered all her faces.
King Qin, you can't do this. Her tone is slightly uneven. She said: You will regret it.
Chu Er, even a compliment should not be as cold as you.
His shallow laughter echoed gently in her ear.
She suddenly closed her eyes, bit her lip, and then said that the king of Qin should not rely on Chuchu even if he wanted to argue with Xiangbang.
The flowers spontaneously ignited in silence, highlighting her clear hair, showing a trace of silent Leng Yan and loneliness under her eyes.
Wei Chuchu swept the fallen flowers on the bluestone road with a broom. You can see the prosperity of Xianyang Palace from a distance. Those silver plates set each other off, red brocade fishing, light wine and dancing, as if wandering in front of her eyes. There was a strange and lonely smile between her teeth. She was a little glad that she was left so far away from him, so that she didn't pour them wine and set up curtains. She thought, the pain in her heart is a little shallow.
If it weren't for the queen mother's face, she might have been outside the palace today.
The king of Qin, the princess of Qi, must be a dignified and quiet woman, right? I won't be as rude as Chu Er, and I don't know how to advance and retreat. All day, I will only argue with you.
She must be the best for you, as Lu Xiang said, right?
Are the wrinkles between your eyebrows lighter today?
She thought that the residual red in her hair had inadvertently stained her eyes. She hopes that one day in autumn, flowers will fall one after another in such a provocative way that people can't stop. She crept through the shadow of flowers in a red skirt, and the fragrance was evenly broken.
Suddenly, the horseshoe was hastily folded all the way. She looked back and saw the man in black dancing for a long time, his knife-shaped eyebrows overflowing. He showed his sleeves and bent down to lock her waist. He just called "Chu Er, come with me" and then took her riding. What happened? Why did he come? She went to unknown so, but she didn't ask him to drive her anywhere.
The wind was so crazy that she felt his heartbeat and shortness of breath behind her. He didn't talk, she accompanied him. Only the panic horse named Cuo and the forest color of the palace wall passed by in an instant and went straight into Mount Li.
Suddenly, I heard the moan of a wild goose in the sky. Ying Zheng raised his eyes, took off the dysprosium behind him and bowed to the blue sky like a full moon.
She looked up, could not bear it, and hurriedly shouted, Don't shoot! At the moment when the arrow flew, her hand pushed the bow and the golden arrow shot empty.
You! ! ! Ying Zheng raised his bow angrily and saw that it was about to swing at her.
She suddenly closed her eyes, but didn't wait for the knock at the door. But I feel that the pace of frowning suddenly slows down. It walked slowly forward, its hooves rattling.
Behind him, he never said a word.
She wanted to turn back, but she heard him shout angrily: Don't turn back!
At that moment, she understood something. She obeyed his wishes and was quietly printed and dyed only by his body temperature in front of him.
For a long time, I finally heard Ying Zheng's deep voice, spread out without a trace of color.
He said: Cheng Jiao has defected.
Often? She asked in surprise.
I took my money and gave it to him to attack Zhao's army, stationed in Tunliu, and planned to counterattack Xianyang. He suddenly let out a sneer. He said: whether, this is also called. The so-called brothers? Her eyes are blurred.
Suddenly, he said in a strange voice, Chu Er, teach me ... I let you down that day. Do you still have to convince yourself that you have failed the world?
She was silent, then kissed her lips and asked, what is the most important thing for the king of Qin?
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She smiled: then, needless to say. Bright red petals, like sucking her lip color, fall full little by little. Suddenly, his dark sleeves wrapped around her body, just like the wings of a black bird wrapped around her tightly, making it difficult for her to breathe.
At that time, she hated herself. I hate what I see in my eyes. Why is it always so different, Ying Zheng? He is like a naive child who is easily injured. He just put his most glamorous and fearless domineering in front of everyone, but in fact, if he is all right, he will break up at a touch, melt into the boundless darkness, sip with everything in the past, and cut off the emotional fragments left in his heart with a long sword. In the end, it peeled off, leaving only words that can never be removed: betrayal, hatred, killing, and escape that can never be done.
She closed her eyes, and in the wind, only his crooning voice spilled in her ear and surrounded her.
Chu Er, even if I were a woman in this world, I wouldn't be responsible for you.
Her tears spread like red on the skirt.
She quickly wiped her tears with her sleeves, set up a bamboo broom and continued to sweep the stone road. Occasionally, one or two flowers wither into finished shapes. She couldn't bear to sweep them away and bent down to pick them up. Only the sign on her left shoulder still hurts, and her tears are black and wet.
Suddenly, when she heard footsteps behind her, she couldn't help tilting her body, only to see a strange man staring at herself with a low eyebrow and a strange smile.
She covered her face with sleeves, and the man suddenly stepped forward and said with a smile, don't be afraid, girl. I am an emissary of Qi, not a bad person. Today is the wedding day of King Qin and my princess. Why is that girl crying secretly here? Aren't you happy for your king of Qin?
She only bowed as a courtesy, took the broom and left. Unexpectedly, the man stopped her way and said with a smile, if it is Qin, even the ladies are moving. Girl, why don't you come with me? I think Qin and Qi have been allied for a long time, and it is not difficult for the king of Qin to give me the girl. How's it going?
Zhao Gao, who was passing by, was frightened for a day and immediately turned and ran.
Please, please show your self-esteem ... As friendly countries, you should be polite to each other. Please let go ... Wei Chuchu hurriedly tried to break away from his hand holding the sleeve.
Suddenly, a black sleeve covered her eyes, like a mysterious bird. He lowered a huge wing and suddenly cut off all the sight. When she heard the ambassador's "ah", she immediately let go. The familiar dark black dress surrounded her, as if the breath of the previous life overflowed to the tip of her nose, piecing together a tall figure in her memory.
She didn't look back. The long sleeves in front of her were everything. For an instant, it was cruel and reassuring. Tears, slowly slipped down.
In front of the queen and several countries, Ying Zheng's voice is still like peeling on a cold night, like a sword frosting, leaving no room. He said, get out.
"Flooded girder, Wang Ben's adult is really a coup. In this way, Wei will be destroyed. " Zhao Gao stood beside Ying Zheng with an ingratiating smile. Ying Zheng brow full of ambition, as if dominating the world. He set foot on the territory of the seven countries and firmly stepped on the word "Wei".
There was lightning and thunder outside the temple.
He seems to remember; What, he asked Zhao Gao: Zhao Gao, where is the beauty?
What about Wei? I haven't seen you for several days. I will summon the younger one.
No need. As he spoke, he walked outside the temple.
In front of Xianyang Temple, in the dense rain, a sad and beautiful woman is standing in the east looking at it, expressionless. Thin-winged silk clothes press on the skin, as ethereal as cicadas.
In her sight, his black figure appeared.
He came up to her and stopped. This is still a long distance. They looked at each other without saying a word, just like the complex and scene of youth. At that moment, the soul attached itself to itself and stripped each other transparently.
It was the voice of a teenager at that time. He frowned with a faint smile on his lips, and with a hint of evil and banter, he asked slowly and heavily, Are you crying, Chu Er?
She lowered her lips, then looked at him calmly and said in a low voice, King Qin, Chu Er didn't ask you this question on that rainy night that made you uncomfortable.
With a king's unique smile, he was furious: you will see a better country.
She lowered her eyebrows: I won't go on stage to pay my salary like Muji.
He smiled indifferently. How old is it? It's hard to find the gentle expression of the world overlord. He lifted the sleeve of black ink, studied it carefully, and smiled innocently like a child: Naw…… ... is all red, and the rain can't wash it off. Are you scared? She shook her head silently and the flowers jingled.
Chu Er, do you want a compliment?
Her students were suddenly filled with incomprehension and surprise.
Didn't you say that all the women around the violent king would only leave names like praise?
In the rain, he said, I won't let you be a compliment. Therefore, history books will not leave the name Wei Chuchu.
She was a little shaky.
He said: just, without you, I am alone on the bamboo slips.
She paused for a moment, then moved forward slightly: No way, so many women? queen ...
He smiled coldly at a distance.
If you are not here, don't talk about others.
In the rain, I wonder if the king of Qin can tell which one is the hanging silk in the blue sky and which one is the woman's continuous pink tears.
Wei Chuchu prone on Ying Zheng's knees, shallow silk with your eyes closed. Ying Zheng stared at him with a low eyebrow, stroking her flowing silk hair between her fingers. Time lingers inadvertently, and there are traces of frost on that long hair.
The carriage swayed slightly, and the fragrance between her clothes in the carriage slowly swayed.
Her voice dropped a little, and she said softly, Chu Er is much more comfortable, Your Majesty. Go back to the main bus.
He smiled indifferently and the crown and tassel rubbed against each other. He said it's still a long way to travel around the world, so I'll stay with you a little longer.
She smiled at the cymbals, and her face was as thin as a bank note. She was silent for a long time, and then said to him, Your Majesty, can you grant Chu Er a request?
You say.
She closed her eyes and said, After Chu Er's death, please bury me somewhere else, far away from Lishan cemetery.
The movement in his hand suddenly stopped and his fingers tightened.
..... Why do you say such a thing? ! That's bullshit！ There is a low pressure in his speech.
She said: Otherwise, as soon as the other party meets, Chu Er will quarrel with your majesty again. ...
He asserted with a calm face: I won't allow it!
Wei Chuchu lips gently sip together, without words. In the dark eyes, she couldn't help thinking of that black sleeve. I remembered his ignorance and willfulness when he was young, and his caution and frivolity. This young monarch, who is always domineering and cruel in front of people, refers to the world, but he has shown a childlike loneliness and wandering appearance in countless nights.
I remember those flowers that always fall from the dance.
Is Nie Jing still walking quietly? Take them both. That kind of youth. The two children just hugged each other tightly on horseback and let the horse take him anywhere.
In the embroidery car, she suddenly spoke and asked him out of turn, what is the most important thing for the king of Qin?
He froze for a moment, and his fingertips penetrated her hair and became greasy on her cheeks.
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He is still like a young man, with a deep and dignified tone, bearing all the scales of time and all the frost.
Then, my finger pressed on the cymbal, and I nodded slightly: Then you.
A full and gentle smile like flower dew gradually spread from her mouth.
He couldn't help laughing: Really, where is the little girl?
He stroked her cheek carefully, and his warm fingers crossed her eyebrows, her eyes and her nose. Then, stop here.
They stopped talking.
Ying Zheng gently opened the window, the morning light was so strong that he lost his eyes, like a sunny day when a teenager first met. The morning glow touched his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly again. There is only a dark black dress, which makes her lean on it, and her sleeves are frequently displayed, like a black bird with double feathers silently.
Ying Zheng said quietly: It's Qin Yanshan ... Chu Er, when you wake up, don't quarrel with me again.
He said, remember?
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There is a tear, like endless rain at night. In the morning when the sun first appeared, it carefully decomposed and flowed into the smiling lips dyed by women's rouge.
In the official history of China, none of the concubines in Ying Zheng harem in Qin Shiwang left their names. For the burial of Lishan Mausoleum, it is not necessary to find a queen to bury the coffin together. The singer recorded in Yan Danzi is just fiction. Looking at all the ambassadors, I only see a few words:
In Yan Guan County ... and Qin Yanshan. Qin Shiwang visited here, and the beautiful woman died and was buried in the mountains. There is a beautiful temple at the foot of the mountain.
-"Shuijing Town Shuizhu"