Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

In the afternoon, Ganquan Palace was shrouded in a layer of sunshine, and among the carved beams and painted buildings were busy palace maids. In this huge and magnificent palace complex, there was only one owner, and that was the Queen Mother Zhao Ji. Everyone here , whether they are palace maids or chamberlains, they are all serving her.

On the open-air stage on the left side of the back hall of Ganquan Palace, Zhao Ji danced alone in a dance costume. With her still flexible waist and strong legs, Zhao Ji's dancing posture was still the same as before, and compared with her youthful appearance, Astringent, the current Zhao Ji has already matured, and in the blink of an eye, her amorous feelings are blooming, especially after she has been in the position of the Queen Mother for many years. As the saying goes, one can nourish one's energy by occupying one's position, no matter how unqualified Zhao Ji is as the Queen Mother, But after all, she has been the Queen Mother for twenty years, so she can feel her own majesty freely.

When the charm of the dance and the majesty of the Queen Mother are intertwined, the unique charm of Zhao Ji blooms.

It's a pity that no one can appreciate the charm from Zhao Ji at this time, because the place has been cleared. Her majestic Queen Mother wants to dance, who is qualified to appreciate it?

As time went by, Zhao Ji's elegant and melodious singing voice came out from her dancing postures. The charm that only time can accumulate bloomed in her singing voice.

"I see new people smiling, but old people crying." The song was like weeping and complaining, and between the melodiousness was the sadness and melancholy of a woman. However, a burst of clapping and applause came, and its crispness made the weeping and complaining song The singing suddenly took on a lighter tone, completely ruining the atmosphere.

"It sounds good, it sounds great." Yang Ming applauded and praised uninvited.

"What's a nice way to say it?" When Zhao Ji saw Yang Ming's arrival, she retracted her open arms and folded her palms in front of her lower abdomen gently and demurely. However, the rolled-up eyes destroyed the aura she created. Clean and tidy.

"I can't explain it, it just sounds nice." Yang Ming stepped forward and said.

"You did it on purpose, right?" Zhao Ji walked off the stage and walked briskly towards Yang Mingdao.

"The Queen Mother has wronged me. Am I that kind of person?" Yang Ming defended himself.

To be honest, teasing Zhao Ji is something that Yang Ming likes very much. Who makes Zhao Ji the Queen Mother of Qin? Who makes Zhao Ji the easiest to take the bait?

"The Ai family looks a lot like you." Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming and said solemnly.

"Alas." Yang Ming lamented, with a sad look of being misunderstood.

"The Ai family still doesn't understand you." Zhao Ji glared at Yang Ming. They had known each other for so many years, how could they be fooled.

"Your Majesty, thank you." Yang Ming said seriously, looking so sincere and sincere.

"Have you met the new member of your family?" Zhao Ji stretched her body in front of Yang Ming, showing her perfect body under the dance clothes in front of Yang Ming.

"Any new person belongs to an old couple." Yang Ming said nonchalantly. If Yang Ming accepted this, Zhao Ji's old person would burst into tears.

Yang Ming's words caused Zhao Ji to instantly choke on what she had been preparing for a long time. Choking on words is almost the same as choking on food. They are equally uncomfortable. This is what Zhao Ji is like now.

However, Zhao Ji was helpless in the face of Yang Ming's uncooperation. Back then, Yang Ming would only think of ways to make her happy, but what about now? Yang Ming seemed to be too lazy to coax her.

Although Zhao Ji had a small complaint about this, deep down in her heart, she actually enjoyed it. Although the former made her happy, the happiness was short-lived and could not withstand the memories. On the contrary, this kind of old man The feeling of an old wife, although she rarely hears those kind words, and sometimes she even gets angry, but there is still a different feeling, a feeling that can only be enjoyed between family members. Every time I think about it, I just feel that the charm is long and I have a fulfilling feeling in my heart.

"No, I heard that you took in a few more concubines in Jicheng, and you didn't even let your own sister go?" Zhao Ji continued. She hadn't seen Yang Ming for more than three years, but she was holding back her heart. There are many things to say to Yang Ming, whether he is bullying or trying to please.

"It's not a kiss, it's not a kiss." Yang Ming said with a slight embarrassment. Regarding the matter of Snow Girl, if it was just Yang Ming and Snow Girl, there would naturally be no problem, but if others mentioned it, it would always be wrong. It’s not that pretty after all.

"Ha, man." Zhao Ji mocked.

"What's wrong with the man? Don't you miss this man, Queen Mother?" Yang Ming stretched out his arms and took Zhao Ji into his arms. The fragrant and soft fragrance belonged to Zhao Ji's charm.

"Bah, who cares?" Zhao Ji said with disdain, but it was just a disdain in words, but her body was enjoying Yang Ming's arms. She liked this feeling of being able to rely on.

"Let's go to Zhongnan Mountain." Yang Ming suggested.

"Zhongnan Mountain?" Zhao Ji said in surprise. She was the Queen Mother after all, how could she act so casually?

"Go and see Yingying. The Queen Mother hasn't seen her for a long time, right?" Yang Ming said.

"I wanted to go take a look, but now the Ai family..." Zhao Ji hesitated.

"Did the Queen Mother forget about the Frightened Salamander?" Yang Ming, who knew what Zhao Ji was hesitating about, said his own method.

When Zhao Ji wanted to run out of Ganquan Palace to have a tryst with Yang Ming, she always asked Jing Salad to help. Jing Sala, who was good at disguise, exchanged identities with Zhao Ji, and there was no problem in a short period of time. After all, There are really not many people who can get close to Zhao Ji now, and it is even less possible to see any abnormalities.

"Is this okay? If you think about it carefully, Jing Salam helped the Ai family a lot, but the Ai family didn't do anything for her." Zhao Ji said as Yang Ming's words brought back memories.

Zhao Ji owed favors to Jing Salamander, and Zhao Ji remembered this very clearly.

"The Queen Mother also helped Jing Salamander. If it hadn't been for the Queen Mother's intervention, it would have been difficult for Jing Salamander to escape from the trap. Besides, we are all a family. Why are you talking about this? If you really say I owe you, I owe you. ." Yang Ming said.

This time, there was no need to hide the secret of Yang Ming's visit. It wasn't until the next morning that Yang Ming left Ganquan Palace without anyone noticing.

When Yang Ming returned home, he passed by the study and saw a small figure holding a scroll of bamboo slips and studying it. He was making gestures in his hands from time to time, as if there was some mysterious meaning blooming in it.

"What technique did you steal again?" Yang Ming suddenly said.

Although some stories have changed, some people remain unchanged after all. For example, Xiao Meng, this little guy whose life was changed because of Wei Xianxian, was concentrating on studying a volume of exercises. Yang Ming suddenly He cried out, and with a quick wit, he almost lost his temper.

"You, you..." Xiaomeng, who felt flustered and depressed as her energy and blood flowed backwards, stared. She had never been timid with Yang Ming, especially this time, she was the one who took the lead.

"What's wrong with me? What did you steal from me today?" Yang Ming stepped forward and stretched out his palm in front of Xiao Meng.

"I didn't steal it, Madam gave it to me." Xiao Meng inserted the bamboo slip into her lapel, but she said it without any shame and spoke righteously.

"Really?" Yang Ming said doubtfully.

"Yes." Xiaomeng nodded solemnly, as if doing so would be more convincing.

"Don't be in a hurry to practice martial arts. I will find a good master for you in a few days." Yang Ming stepped forward and took out the scroll of bamboo slips from Xiaomeng's arms. He only felt that there seemed to be a vague warmth where he started.

"No." Xiaomeng shook her head. Now she has no intention of becoming someone else's teacher. This family is too big and she must stay here. Only in this way can she protect the people she wants to protect.

In Xiaomeng's eyes, her adoptive mother Wei Xianxian is really soft and submissive. In Yang Ming's case, she would not say anything even if she was bullied, so Xiaomeng felt that she had the responsibility to protect her adoptive mother.

"Don't be too busy to refuse. Things like martial arts are impossible without the guidance of a teacher. If you want to become a true master, you must have a famous teacher." Yang Mingdao.

"Become a master? How high a master? Can he be higher than you?" Xiao Meng asked.

"I'm afraid that's not possible." Yang Ming said with a smile. Xiaomeng, a hedgehog, can indeed make people feel like they were in childhood.

It was not only Yang Ming who found the feelings of childhood, but also Nong Yu. Nong Yu, who followed Yang Ming to Xianyang with Zi Nu, soon discovered her surprise in this home. Here, she unexpectedly met her own Mother Mrs. Hu.

Two mothers and daughters who had been separated for more than 20 years suddenly reunited, and they had countless things to say.

Mrs. Hu looked at the graceful, gentle and jade-like daughter in front of her. Her eyes were full of love, especially between Nongyu's already opened eyebrows, which made Mrs. Hu clearly realize a reality. : Her daughter is already a woman.

As for who the man who made the jade was, Mrs. Hu knew without thinking that there could be anyone else in this family besides that man.

Just some of the things that Mrs. Hu could think of, Nongyu would also think of similar things. When she came to this home, Nongyu knew her reasons. What about her mother?

Why did my mother appear here? I uncontrollably thought of a possible Nongyu, and amidst the joy of recognizing my mother, a layer of haze uncontrollably enveloped me.

"Mother, why are you here?" Nongyu, who had been struggling for a long time, still asked this question. If she couldn't figure it out, she would probably feel very uncomfortable in this home.

"I, because of some things, I couldn't stay in Xinzheng anymore, so I came here under your aunt's arrangement and took shelter in your residence." Mrs. Hu explained without any concealment.

But then Mrs. Hu was in a trance, and she finally understood why her daughter asked so, and her face turned red uncontrollably, and said: "Nongyu, don't get me wrong, it's because of your aunt's relationship, my lord and I There is no such relationship."

"Is it my aunt?" Nongyu said to herself. This answer seemed good, but it didn't seem to be much better.