Historians travel through the Qin Dynasty

She opened her eyes, looked at me in a daze, smiled, glanced at Ying Zheng, closed her smile, reached out and touched his face softly, and then moved her hand down, and then pinched Ying Zheng's neck, as if fighting with all her strength.

"The way I am now is all thanks to you!" Zhao Ji roared, and her voice echoed in the huge palace that was dimly lit by candles.

Ying Zheng raised his head in disbelief, pulled the corners of his mouth far-fetchedly, and immediately changed from a well-behaved child to a ruthless king, his eyes were full of fierceness and loss, and he broke Zhao Ji's hand, leaving a few red marks on his neck.

He stood up, "Now, do you still want to kill me?" In his tone, there was helplessness, heartache, and despair.

After finishing speaking, he brushed his sleeves and left.

Looking at Ying Zheng's back, I knew that it was my turn to play.

"The deadline is near, is there anything else to say?" I tried my best to hide the doubts in my heart and spoke kindly.

She listened to my words as if she had thought of something, and her eyes sparkled.

Zhao Ji put his hand on my hand, "Put me, with Zi Chu...... Joint burial ......".

After a while, she lost her breath and floated out of her soul, and as soon as she was taken away, Yingzheng somehow repented halfway and returned to the palace.

"Mourning, king. "

He looked at Zhao Ji, who was lying on the bed and gradually cold, standing at the door, as if he wanted to remember everything, and as if he wanted to forget everything.

He didn't say much, just stood dumbfounded, with indelible sorrow between his eyebrows, and a little puzzled.

I took two steps forward, and although I should not disturb his contemplation, I had to tell him, "The Queen Mother wants to be buried with the former king." "

He nodded, suddenly hugged me, and put his head on my shoulder.

When I let it go again half an hour later, I touched my clothes, and it was cold and wet.

"In the future, this palace will be left to you to take care of. Ying Zheng sighed and walked out of the palace gate.

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The funeral was not over, and the famine had arrived.

As soon as I got it back, I came back to life again.

In order to make the treasury look normal, I shrank and shrunk the expenses of the harem, and everyone's money was reduced and lowered.

It can be said that except for Yingzheng and the children, all palaces have been affected to a certain extent in their lives.

It's not that he didn't think about saving Yingzheng's money, but he already had nothing to lose.

His monthly money is only enough to feed the people in his house, and at most he has money left to cut a few new clothes.

"Look at the servant, O queen, the servant has no money to cut new clothes!"

I was wearing pure white clothes and a white flower, and I raised my eyes and glanced at Fan Qiao.

She looked at my clothes, then at her own, and silently withdrew.

"White apple, I don't have any money to pay for my subordinates!"

"Bear with me, soothe them with your eyes, come on!".

I gave Yiqing a thumbs up and signaled that she could.

took the lead in saving money and brought it down, and at the end of the famine, I roughly estimated that the total amount of money saved was enough to repair a palace.

Although there was a lot of trouble in the middle, no one was really resistant, and they were all trying to be thrifty.

In the same year, Fan Yuzhi absconded in fear of crime, ignoring the old and young of the family.

Subsequently, I stared at Yingzheng with my painting every day, waiting for Jing Ke to assassinate King Qin.

The emperor lived up to his wishes and waited for it.