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

Chapter 246 Lord Chunping in Action

Chapter 246 Lord Chunping in Action

The moon goddess, of course, still couldn't get the answer she wanted.

On the contrary, she was even more upset by Ying Jing's riddle, as if a million ants were crawling all over her mind.

"Damn the Riddler!"

At this moment, the Moon Goddess finally understood how the onlookers felt when she always uttered mysterious and unfathomable riddles while observing celestial phenomena and making divinations.

Ying Jing felt no remorse for the trouble he had caused the Moon Goddess... This was exactly the effect he wanted.

Who told this woman to like being a riddle teller? Let her experience what it's like to be a riddle teller.

Ying Jing indeed had no way of knowing.

The power of destiny is Ying Jing's greatest secret, which will forever remain buried in his heart, and he will never tell anyone about it.

As for the secret of the Azure Dragon Seven Mansions... he himself has not yet been able to fully understand it.

"My husband's ideals are too grand. I can only follow in his footsteps closely, but I still get further and further away from him."

"His childlike side today makes Yukihime feel closer to her husband."

The moon goddess has departed, but Xue Ji's eyes are now filled with tenderness as she looks at Ying Jing.

It can only be said that Jing Dashan is good at disguising himself, and these women trusted him too much.

"You just tend to overthink things."

Ying Jing casually tossed the Azure Dragon Seven Constellations bronze box aside, then reached out and pulled the delicate, boneless beauty onto his lap, where he skillfully began to fondle her.

“Your husband is just an ordinary man. If we’re talking about distance, it’s only negative distance.”

"Husband... my lord... goodbye..."

Suddenly attacked, Yukihime was momentarily out of breath and could only speak intermittently.

"Don't think of me as a saint. Do you remember what I said to you during that fire five years ago?"

Ying Jing's hands continued their work, planting hickeys on Xue Ji's neck.

"It's...what?"

Yukihime forced a weak response, suppressing her shyness.

Yingjing planted another strawberry, whispered something, and breathed on her earlobe.

Confucius said, "Win people over with virtue," and he had a sword called "Virtue."

Xue Ji's body shifted uncomfortably in Ying Jing's arms, but in a daze, she recalled that night.

In her despair, she was willing to give anything to ask Changxin Jun for help, but the latter misinterpreted Confucius's words and pulled her out of darkness and despair, allowing her to see the true light.

"So... there's no need to regard me as a saint; I'm just a heretic."

It's one thing to be mythologized in the hearts of subordinates, but it's not a good thing if even the closest people think so.

Just like Yukihime said, the distance is too far, and she can't catch up.

Moreover, who knows when we might need to take off our masks... such a stark contrast could lead to a rollover.

What people love to do most is to elevate someone to a pedestal and then drag them down with a vengeance.

Ying Jing needs a good reputation, but he doesn't want to create a perfect, high-class persona. At least not in front of his wife, he doesn't need to be too perfect.

"No!"

Perhaps provoked by Ying Jing, Xue Ji's two jade arms moved haphazardly across Ying Jing's chest.

"My husband's words may seem unconventional, but they actually contain profound truths."

"I have heard that Confucius's power could open the gates of a country. The world was in such chaos, yet Confucius traveled to various states to spread his ideas and remained unharmed. It is not enough to win people over with virtue alone; one must also have the sword of 'virtue'."

This woman is beyond saving.

Ying Jing brought this up simply to make her understand that her husband wasn't actually that virtuous and righteous.

But she actually believed that this twisted logic of the sage was correct because it came from Ying Jing's mouth?

That's it!

Ying Jing felt that he was not good with words, and it was unlikely that he could explain it clearly with words, so he might as well show it with actions.

then……

Jing Dashanren unleashed countless amazing moves that Xue Ji had never even imagined.

Fortunately, Yukihime had been practicing dance for many years, and as long as she put aside her shyness, her soft and delicate body could perfectly match the movements.

"How...how can this be?"

"Oh? This is so embarrassing..."

"My husband, let's go... let's go to the Flying Snow Jade Flower Terrace..."

a long time.

Around the Flying Snow Jade Flower Terrace, exquisite silks and precious fabrics were scattered all over the ground.

Do you still feel a distance now?

Ying Jing patted the beautiful woman's pink back and asked.

Exhausted, Yuki could barely keep her eyes open, her voice hoarse. In her dazed state, she vaguely replied, "Hmm, my husband is right, only negative distance..."

Ying Jing nodded in satisfaction.

He was indeed not good with words; no matter how much he talked, it was not as effective as direct action.

……

Ying Jing was not the only one who understood that actions speak louder than words.

Lord Chunping had already begun preparations after receiving the message from Ying Jing through Zhao Gao, and has now taken action.

As a hostage, he missed the throne. After returning to his country, he was targeted at every turn. The depth of Chunping Jun's hatred for King Zhao was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Lü Buwei, who was most skilled at investing, made his move early on by having Lord Chunping pass on intelligence about the State of Zhao through the Luowang network.

When necessary, Luo Wang will also assist him in taking revenge on King Zhao.

Now, Lü Buwei has basically retired, and the Luo Wang network has been completely taken over by Ying Jing.

It's time to make a move on Lord Chunping, this hidden pawn.

The Zhao King's Palace, the Imperial Garden.

"Your subject, Zhao Yi, pays his respects to Your Majesty!"

Lord Chunping performed the deepest salute with utmost respect, his face revealing no emotion.

King Zhao, dressed in a thick woolen coat, sat on a stone bench in the imperial garden, with a scantily clad and alluring beauty in his arms.

With his only two sons having lost their lives in less than a month, King Zhao was now in a dark mood. Naturally, he would not be friendly to his brother, whom he had always been wary of and who was suspected of having an affair with Queen Zhao.

"What are you here for?"

Lord Chunping kept his eyes straight ahead and remained bowed, saying, "Recently, there have been many rumors circulating in Handan City. I was unable to stop them in time. This concerns the Queen's reputation, so I have come to apologize."

"gossip?"

King Zhao was no longer young, but having held a high position for many years, he still possessed a certain air of authority. He said in a cold voice, "Is it really just a rumor?"

Lord Chunping raised his body, his expression unchanged, his eyes calm as he met King Zhao's gaze.

"I would stake my life on this; it is indeed just a rumor."

King Zhao's expression finally changed slightly. He loosened his grip on the beauty in his arms, but his tone remained cold: "Then what do you think we should do to stop this rumor, and who is spreading it behind the scenes?"

Lord Chunping glanced at the beauty in King Zhao's arms; she was similar to the courtesan, but not the courtesan, and was younger.

He said solemnly, "In my opinion, whoever benefits from this is most likely the one who orchestrated it."

"As for stopping the rumors..."

At this point, Chunping Jun suddenly stopped.

King Zhao sneered: "What? Can't you think of a solution?"

"No, I have already devised a solution..."

"call out!"

Before Lord Chunping could finish speaking, a cold arrow suddenly shot out from nowhere.

"There are assassins!"

As if he had been prepared, Lord Chunping shouted and suddenly leaped forward, instantly blocking King Zhao's path.

Right in the center!

"call out!"

Another arrow was shot out, and this time Chunping Jun had no time to stop it. He struggled to support himself and pulled the beauty from the arms of the completely stunned King Zhao.

The arrow pierced through his body!

"Catch...catch the assassin!"

Chunping uttered a weak cry.

King Zhao finally came to his senses. He hid behind Lord Chunping and the beauty, but his voice was loud and powerful: "Protect me! Protect me! Where are they? Where have they all died?"

boom!

With a loud shout from the King of Zhao, the military formation was instantly deployed, the murderous aura soaring into the sky, and the entire palace was sealed off, preventing the assassins from making any further moves.

“Yan… Little Yan…”

Chunping called out softly.

King Zhao's body trembled slightly.

Xiao Yan.

How long has it been since he last heard that title?