One night
Inside Xianyang Palace, the lights are brightly lit.
I held my cheek, half-lying on the case, looking at the serious-looking person opposite who was carefully reviewing the memorial, and asked tentatively: "I heard that the envoys of Yan State came to Qin State this time and brought several beautiful women with them?"
Ying Zheng was still immersed in the bamboo slips and just said a faint "hmm".
I suddenly had mixed feelings in my heart, and when I was about to speak again, Ying Zheng put down the ink pen with his white and slender fingers, raised his hand and rubbed his brow, and said tiredly: "Although she is a beauty, she is not enough to conquer the country."
I was suddenly stunned and looked at him in confusion.
Ying Zheng's always stern face showed an extremely rare and imperceptible smile, and his mellow voice struck my heart firmly and powerfully, "A country with few people can only fall for you alone."
At that moment, I clearly heard the voice of spring blooming in my heart: The years are quiet, and I am lucky to meet you.
I stood up and slowly hugged him from behind, feeling deeply moved.
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, turned his head and asked me in a deep voice: "Have you gained some weight recently?"
The smile froze on my stiff face, and I coughed slightly uncomfortably. The romance that finally arose in my heart disappeared, and then I retracted my hand angrily.