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

Chapter 239 Reunion, Snow Princess

The autumn wind grew increasingly fierce, and the breath of winter was gradually approaching. The drizzling autumn rain had just stopped, but it had already brought a chill to this world.

Ying Jing put on a thick coat and strolled with Lady Mingzhu in the garden of the Han Palace.

The bluestone slabs on the ground were still a bit wet, and the soil in the areas without slabs was even more muddy.

"Are you here to say goodbye today?"

Madam Mingzhu was still wearing only a thin black dress, and her snow-white skin below her neck and shoulders was particularly eye-catching in the air.

She didn't seem to feel cold at all.

Today, Madam Mingzhu wore only light makeup, but it did not diminish her stunning beauty in the slightest; instead, it added to her aloof elegance.

Her alluring eyes, like silk threads, held a hint of emotion; her long, beautiful legs moved with such grace with every step, exuding a bewitching charm that perfectly contrasted with her cold and aloof face.

"Women who are too smart are not necessarily popular."

Ying Jing stood with his hands behind his back, his posture upright and forward, and spoke calmly without denying anything.

Madam Mingzhu snorted lightly: "You don't need to be very smart to figure that out. Anyone who isn't stupid can figure it out."

"Otherwise, why would my husband take the time to even slightly entertain me?"

She moved closer, pulled Ying Jing's arm away from behind his back, and hugged it. Her charming and alluring face suddenly turned cold: "There are more and more beauties in my husband's mansion, but that position must be mine!"

Ying Jing had to admit that Lady Mingzhu had helped him a lot.

But this matter...

"I'll say it again: if you have the ability to make them all submit, then it's perfectly acceptable."

It's impossible for Ying Jing to directly name names!

They are all outstanding women with strong personalities. Even though Ying Jing brought them together in this special era, it doesn't mean they have lost their tempers.

People like Nongyu and Madam Hu, who don't compete or fight, are fine, but someone like Feiyan is not.

Even Jingni might not be able to accept it now; she has to consider Xiaoyan'er's feelings too.

The best way to maintain stability is to treat everyone equally, regardless of their size.

That's the only way for now, at least.

Unless one day someone truly manages to convince everyone else completely and without any objections.

"Humph!"

"As expected of Lord Changxin, your mastery of balance is truly unparalleled!"

Lady Mingzhu was not surprised by Ying Jing's answer. Having lived in the deep palace for many years, she could see through such tactics at a glance.

In the past, she was not afraid of this kind of challenge.

But now there are more and more people, and there's even Dongjun from the Yin-Yang School, which has made Lady Mingzhu feel threatened.

"Don't overthink it, you are all my fingers, and none of you can be missing."

These are definitely lines from a scumbag, the kind that might attract a woodcutter's axe.

Lady Mingzhu couldn't help but widen her eyes. This man's shamelessness was beyond imagination. She couldn't help but sneer, "A person has ten fingers. Lord Changxin's women probably exceed that number, don't they?"

Ying Jing shook his head: "The same goes for the ten toes."

People can actually laugh out loud when they're extremely speechless.

Madam Mingzhu was just like that at this moment. She smiled charmingly, causing her white breasts to surge: "I really want to use some secret drug on you, my husband, so that you will belong to me forever."

Ying Jing glanced at the milky white waves, gently took off his coat, and draped it over Lady Mingzhu, completely concealing her infinitely beautiful and slender figure.

Lady Mingzhu wasn't afraid of the cold, but she still felt a warmth when Ying Jing draped the coat over her.

It was as if that cold heart had finally regained some warmth.

"No wonder the Yin-Yang Master Dongjun and the Moon Goddess also fell for their husbands' tenderness..."

With her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, gripping the hem of her purple robe, Lady Mingzhu pressed her head against Ying Jing's chest, saying nothing more, simply enjoying this moment of peace.

After a while.

She suddenly grabbed Ying Jing and headed towards Biqin Palace.

"What is this going to do?"

Madam Mingzhu sneered: "I want a child. Let's see what they have to offer me then?"

Ying Jing was slightly taken aback; this was indeed a good idea.

However, since Xiao Yan'er's unexpected appearance, Ying Jing has been more careful in this regard.

The Qin state is about to start a war, and Ying Jing will not have much time to stay in Hanoi.

I'm afraid that a situation like Xiao Yan'er's will occur again, where the mother raises the child entirely, and he has little time to spend with him.

However, Ying Jing had no intention of revealing this.

a long time.

Madam Mingzhu lazily turned over, barely having the strength to move a single finger.

In contrast, Ying Jing was radiant, showing no signs of fatigue whatsoever.

It's not that Lady Mingzhu is weak; it's just that with the immense power of fortune bestowed upon her, Ying Jing has gradually become stronger and stronger!

"My lord, I understand your thoughts very well, but you'd better maintain this situation..."

Madam Mingzhu had her eyes closed, but suddenly spoke softly in a languid voice.

"Oh?"

"Otherwise, I will be very angry, and you, my husband, will have another powerful enemy."

Ying Jing seemed to be deep in thought.

A formidable enemy, the Marquis?

After a brief silence, Ying Jing suddenly chuckled softly, "That day will never come."

……

Zilanxuan.

"Sister Zi Nu, are we really going to move to the Qin Kingdom?"

"Is it because of Lord Changxin? Is Sister Zinu getting married?"

"After all these years, it's really hard to leave now!"

"If we go to Qin, will we be able to see Nongyu again?"

As soon as Zi Nu announced that she was moving out, the other women surrounded her, chattering all at once.

Zi Nu clapped her hands, and only after it had completely quieted down did she slowly speak to the flamboyant women in front of her.

“The people in Zilan Pavilion are all pitiful. Some of you I bought from human traffickers, and some I adopted when they were young.”

"Although I've managed to feed you all, you've all made a lot of sacrifices. Using sex to please people is not a long-term solution."

These words filled all the women with apprehension.

Could this mean they're going to disband Zilanxuan?

"Lord Changxin has already agreed that after arriving in Qin, the new Zilan Pavilion will have a new look."

"The business of alcoholic beverages such as Drunken King's Son and Immortal's Drunkenness produced in Hanoi will be entirely managed by Zi Lan Xuan."

"You... will no longer have to do those things you don't want to do!"

Zilanxuan is not entirely a brothel; it does not engage in prostitution, and will not interfere if the client is willing.

However, in front of those wealthy and powerful guests, how many people in the past could say no at Zilanxuan?

Even if Wei Zhuang is capable of killing people, Zi Lan Xuan can't possibly offend all its guests.

But now, with Changxin Jun's promise, they can completely change careers!

The wine produced in Hanoi is a fine brew that sells well in seven kingdoms. Countless nobles flock to it. Helping Lord Changxin manage this business is enough to support them.

……

Zhao Du, Handan.

It has been five years since Ying Jing last came here.

The marks of war on the city walls remain, seemingly silently telling the stories of the past.

These cities, destined to leave a deep mark on history, will always possess a unique sense of vicissitude under the erosion of time.

Ying Jing lifted the curtain of the carriage window, taking in the view of the streets of Handan.

Compared to my last visit, Handan has undergone considerable changes.

Shops lined both sides of the street, vendors gathered, and calls of vendors rose and fell. The pedestrians were not crowded, but it was much better than when Ying Jing came last time.

Sunlight spills onto the bluestone pavement, creating dappled patterns that seem to tell the story of the city's antiquity and vitality.

"The flowers bloom the same color every year, but the faces of people are different every year."

Ying Jing sighed softly and lowered the curtain.

Not only is Handan different now, but he himself is different, and the people around him are different too.

While Yan Lingji wanted to visit her younger brother, Ying Jing's own reasons also played a part in his visit to Zhao.

Ying Jing has not forgotten the five-year promise he made with Xue Ji and Xiao Xue Nu back then.

"Five years have passed, I wonder how that little girl is doing now?"

"And... Yukihime."

Thinking of that delicate woman who could switch between aloof elegance and wild passion, a faint smile appeared on Ying Jing's lips.

The current situation among the various states is somewhat delicate. Ying Jing's trip to Zhao was also kept secret, without notifying anyone in advance. He only sent a letter to Ying Zheng, who was far away in Xianyang.

Staying openly at an inn like last time was no longer an option, but it wasn't too difficult. The Moon Goddess used illusion magic to temporarily rent a small courtyard.

The carriage drove all the way into the courtyard before stopping. Black and White Shao Siming, Moon Goddess, and Lady Xiang got off one after another, followed by Yan Lingji and Ying Jing.

Yingge continued to manage Luowang in Korea, while Zi Nu, Hong Lian, and the women of Zi Lan Xuan traveled to Hanoi under the escort of the Six Sword Slaves and Luowang.

Honglian's strength is still a bit weak. This time, she will not only go to Zhao, but may even go to Yan. It will be inconvenient to take her with him. Han Fei does not want Honglian to run around outside, even if she is with Ying Jing.

Despite the long and tiring journey, Ying Jing did not stop, and after a short rest, he prepared to go out.

"Is Master going to see Yukihime?"

Yan Lingji's soft, alluring voice sounded from behind.

Yan Lingji is actually quite familiar with Xue Ji.

Although Ying Jing and Xue Ji haven't met in person over the years, they've still exchanged quite a few letters.

Moreover, Xue Ji helped manage the Zhao Kingdom's Luo Wang (Net of Law), and Yan Ling Ji also helped Ying Jing process a lot of Luo Wang's intelligence.

“Your brother was found by Yuki, and only she knows more detailed information.”

Jing Dashanren's thoughts and words are always different.

Even if Ying Jing really wanted to see Xue Ji, he wouldn't say it like that.

Yan Lingji understood that this scoundrel was holding back some of his words, but she also knew that for someone of Changxin Jun's status to be able to coax her like this was already a unique favor.

"Go on, leaving him in Zhao for five years without seeing him again, what a heartless man!"

With a light hum, Yan Lingji didn't expose Ying Jing's mistake, but she couldn't resist taking a jab at him.

"With me and Lady Xiang here, along with the two Lesser Masters of Fate, Lord Changxin, you may do whatever you wish."

The moon goddess gently folded her small hands and spoke softly.

Her current demeanor is truly becoming closer to that of Fei Yan when she was normal, possessing a gentle and virtuous air.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the sense of mystery that seems to have seeped into her very bones.

"In that case, please take good care of her, Moon Goddess."

Ying Jing wasn't too worried about the safety of the others.

Whether it's the Moon Goddess, Lady Xiang, or the Black and White Shao Siming, they are all top-tier masters in the martial arts world. Even a sect leader would be doomed if faced with the three of them working together.

Even Yan Lingji's years of following Ying Jing have not been in vain; under the influence of some mysterious fortune, her strength has been constantly improving.

It may still be slightly inferior to Luna, but not by much.

The sun was setting in the west, and dusk was approaching.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky and earth without anyone noticing.

"The people haven't changed, and the scenery hasn't changed either."

Ying Jing let the white snowflakes fall on his black cloak, sighed softly, and walked slowly forward, his figure shrouded in a layer of purple mist.

As a secret stronghold of the Luo Wang in the Zhao state, Fei Xue Ge was built with funds from Ying Jing and was more luxurious and covered a larger area than before.

The vermilion exterior walls stand out prominently in the sunlight, with the exquisite plaque bearing the three characters "Feixue Pavilion" hanging high above.

The entrance is decorated with an exquisitely carved wooden door, and the sides are planted with neatly trimmed flowers, plants and green bamboo, which adds a touch of elegance to the luxurious exterior.

A purple aura enveloped him as Ying Jing passed through the guests on the first floor as if he were in an empty place.

No one noticed his presence, not even the assassins from the Luo Wang organization who were secretly protecting Fei Xue Ge.

It's as if such a person has never existed in the world.

A moment later, on the top floor of Feixue Pavilion.

As Yukihime was combing Yuki-onna's hair, she suddenly felt a tremor in her heart, and the comb in her hand fell to the ground with a soft "thud".

As if by telepathy, she instinctively looked up, only to be met with a familiar face that she had seen countless times in her dreams, which suddenly appeared before her eyes.

The black cloak is much longer than it was back then, but it is still the same style, with every detail perfectly reproduced.

That familiar face seemed much more mature than the one I saw in my dream, yet it was still as handsome as ever.

If there's any difference, it's that it's more real and more vivid!

With her bare, white feet exposed, Yuki-hime hurriedly got up.

"Your Majesty..."

As if her entire being had transformed into a gust of wind, Yukihime's movements were as graceful as a dance.

boom!

The body, which was clearly very soft, struck Ying Jing's chest like an arrow.

With countless thoughts swirling within her, and after five years of waiting and hardship, Yuki had already imagined the scene of their reunion many times.

She had thought she would be calm when they met again, but suddenly she lost all her usual wisdom.

"Your Majesty, it really is you! Is Yukihime dreaming?"

The beauty in his arms looked somewhat incredulous. She gently stroked Ying Jing's face with her fair and delicate hands, which were as white and tender as mutton fat jade.

Perhaps it was due to the weather, or perhaps it was just her constitution, but Yukihime's hands were a little cold.

It feels like ice gliding across your face.

But Ying Jing didn't care. He just raised his heavy hand with some pity and gently stroked her beautiful yet delicate white face.

Xue Ji's face was also a little cold, but when Ying Jing's large hand touched it, a warm feeling immediately came over her.

A slight blush rose on her face, whether from warmth or shyness, it was hard to tell.