Da Qin: Don’T Pretend, Your Father, I’M Qin Shihuang

When Zhao Lang raised his head, he saw a beautiful woman standing next to him, looking at him happily.

There is also a little maid next to it.

The whole body reveals this feminine temperament, which makes people feel extremely comfortable.

If it was Zhao Lang before, he might still be a little embarrassed.

But having been served by Xiaoqi and Xiaojiu for so long, there is another evil-looking Ji Wushuang on Zhuangzi.

Zhao Lang has long been able to resist, and smiled generously.

"Is the girl talking to me?"

The woman nodded and returned playfully,

"The son can see that there are other people around?"

Zhao Lang spread his hands together and said,

"I don't have water with me."

The woman laughed,

"The son's Zhuangzi is on the sidelines, isn't he stingy with this bowl of water?"

Zhao Lang raised his brow slightly, the other party came here prepared.

Of course, he is not empty, here is his land boundary.

It's just a woman, and he can't be eaten.

Speaking directly,

"If the girl doesn't dislike it, just follow me back to Zhuangzi."

The woman immediately agreed.

This made Zhao Lang more certain that the other party had come prepared, knowing that although Daqin was a man and woman, he was not as strict as that of later generations.

However, it is not common for women to go back directly with people even after two thousand years.

On the way back, Zhao Lang asked casually.

"I don't know the girl's name yet."

"The son called me Li Ling'er, you haven't consulted the son yet?"

"Zhao Lang."

The two returned to Zhuangzi all the way.

Zhao Lang directly asked Wangcai to send water over.

Seeing the other party drank it, Zhao Lang smiled. He wanted to see what Li Linger would do next.

"The water in the son's house seems to be different from elsewhere."

Li Linger said.

"Well, this water has boiled."

Old God Zhao Lang explained.

He had already allowed Zhuangzi's people to drink only boiled water.

"I see."

Li Ling'er nodded thoughtfully, and then said very simply,

"Thank you son of the water, I have been out for a long time, so I won't bother."

"My home is not far away from Lijiazhuang. If the son is thirsty any day, he can also come and drink a bowl of water."

After speaking, he saluted and left.

Zhao Lang was stunned for the other party's simple and neat look.

After Li Ling'er left, Zhao Lang called Wangcai over and asked.

"Is there a Lijiazhuang near us?"

Wangcai thought about it for a while and said,

"Yes, son, it's just north of our Zhuangzi, not far away."

"But this dealer seems to have changed owners recently. I heard that there is a very beautiful girl in this family."

Zhao Lang was shocked directly.

"You are in Zhuangzi every day, how do you know this?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Wangcai's face and said,

"My son, these slaves love to chew their tongues, I also heard about it."

Zhao Lang then frowned and asked,

"Is it common to borrow water to drink on weekdays?"

Wangcai looked at Zhao Lang, and then thought about Li Ling'er borrowing water to drink.

Seems to understand something, Wang Cai said with a smile,

"Passers-by are thirsty. Isn't it normal to borrow a bowl of water to drink? There is water at the door of Zhuangzi all year round. Everyone does this."

"My son, you should help each other when you go out."

Zhao Lang was choked by Wangcai's words.He knew that Wangcai was right. Two thousand years later, even in some rural areas, this custom still exists.

In his mind, he also thought of the words "no way to pick up things, no closing of the house at night, and neighbors helping each other."

"My son, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Zhao Lang's face was wrong, Wangcai asked with concern.

"nothing."

Zhao Lang waved his hand and said,

"Go ahead."

After Wangcai was gone, Zhao Lang smiled and said to himself,

"Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang, other people are just thirsty, so I can borrow a bowl of water to drink, just normal communication between neighbors."

"You are suspicious, and you really think the whole world is around you."

But this can't be blamed on him. Zhao Lang went to the city when he grew up in his last life. You are thirsty and want to borrow a bowl of water to drink.

Probably, the other party will only give you a roll of eyes, and then ask you to buy water in the shops all over the street.

There is no right or wrong, but the times are different.

It's just that Zhao Lang is a little emotional.

Being despised by the servant, Zhao Lang's mood suddenly became a little unbeautiful.

If you are ready to go to Zhuangzi, it is best to find someone to trouble you and transfer your pain.

But it is a pity that the servants of Zhuangzi are more serious than the others.

Let Zhao Lang very disappointed.

Soon, he saw Gongzi Gao holding a letter in his hand, standing in the yard with a look of doubt and pain.

Gongzi Gao was very upset at this time, and he exhausted all his savings and bought the right to name Xinli.

Thinking of giving it to Qin Shihuang, to please.

Unexpectedly, he waited for a letter that could be regarded as a reprimand.

This makes him extremely uncomfortable.

But Zhao Lang suddenly became energetic.

It's as if you are unlucky, as long as someone is more unlucky than you.

Your situation has not improved, but you feel a little better in your heart.

"The son is tall, why bother."

Zhao Lang approached and asked.

Hearing the voice high, the son hurriedly put the letter away, squeezed a smiley face, and said,

"Nothing, my father sent me a letter."

Without waiting for Zhao Lang to ask more, the son Gao said,

"Young Master Lang, I still have classes to take, so I left first."

After speaking, he hurriedly left.

Zhao Lang could only shout from a distance,

"The son is tall, don't forget to send the money here as soon as possible."

The young man's back figure stopped abruptly, and then speeded up and left.

If you don't see the excitement, you can't transfer the pain.

At this moment, Wangcai appeared in front of him again and said,

"My son, there is a letter from the Patriarch, and it has been delivered to your room."

"Well, I got it."

When Zhao Lang heard the news of the cheap old man, he immediately became energetic.

Back in the room, I saw a letter and a few small boxes in the room.

After reading the letter, Zhao Lang's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Gold million taels again?"

Zhao Lang opened a box and looked at Huang Cancan's small gold nugget, and his mood suddenly became much more beautiful.

"Father, don't worry, for the sake of gold, I will definitely give you the end of your old age."

While Zhao Lang was counting the gold happily, inside the Xianyang Palace.

The son Fu Suzheng frowned and looked at the accounts in the palace, and asked the servant on the side.

"The inner government withdrew ten thousand taels of gold today, why is it?"

The waiter came back,

"It was a handwritten letter from your Majesty, sent to a manor outside the city."

"Zhuangzi outside the city?"

The son Fusu asked,

"Is it the one that Hu Hai and the others went to?"

The ministers didn't know that so many princes and princes were sent outside the city, but he still knew.

Fusu thought for a while and said,

"In a few days when the government affairs are not busy, we will also go out of the city to have a look."

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