Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

When Yang Ming was looking at Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji was also looking at Yang Ming. Zhao Ji was not unfamiliar to Yang Ming. After all, it was difficult for Zhao Ji to change.

But Yang Ming is different for Zhao Ji. Yang Ming was only sixteen years old when he first came to Xianyang. It has been nearly a year now. For a young man of Yang Ming's age, maybe not seeing him for a month will make him feel uncomfortable. A lot has changed.

Looking at Yang Ming in front of her, Zhao Ji couldn't help but think of the first time she came to Ganquan Palace. At that time, she was not in a good mood. On a whim, she inexplicably walked to Qilin Pavilion, which she had never heard of. past place.

There she met an interesting boy.

He has grown much taller than when we first met. Zhao Ji secretly thought to herself that she has pretty features, heroic yet sunny, not so aggressive, and her hair is also very beautiful, well, dark and thick.

Zhao Ji didn't know what she thought of next, and her face couldn't help but blush slightly. In her sight, Yang Ming was already eight feet tall. Under the armor, he had a strong body, but he was not burly at all. He looked very tall. A reasonable sense of strength. If you are thinner, you will look thin, and if you are fatter, you will look too 'burly'.

Meeting Yang Ming's gaze, Zhao Ji subconsciously moved her gaze away, but then she seemed to have thought of something and straightened her neck stubbornly, with a bit more stubbornness in her expression.

"Kneel down." After Yang Ming and Zhao Ji were silent for a long time, Zhao Ji took a deep breath, almost causing her unbelted red dress to split. She grasped the majesty of the Queen Mother and even deliberately lowered her voice. , to demonstrate the irresistibility of his orders.

What kind of disease is this? Yang Ming looked at Zhao Ji in confusion, and for a moment he didn't know what the often unpredictable Queen Mother was thinking.

Yang Ming's hesitation turned into something completely different in Zhao Ji's eyes. Zhao Ji, who thought that Yang Ming ignored her and offended her dignity, couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, but thinking about what she saw last night, Zhao Ji regained her momentum again: "Kneel down!"

Yang Ming subconsciously wanted to roll his eyes. At this time, he barely understood what Zhao Ji wanted to do. However, what had Zhao Ji experienced that made her so bold all of a sudden?

Seeing that Yang Ming still had no intention of kneeling down, Zhao Ji was a little anxious for a moment: Why didn't you follow the plot designed by the Ai family?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ji clasped her round toes on the ground, took a few steps forward quickly, and pressed towards Yang Ming with some fierce momentum: "Kneel down for me..."

In Zhao Ji's desperation, she even forgot the word Aijia.

However, this time, before Zhao Ji could finish her words, Yang Ming actually knelt down.

Looking at Yang Ming who was so close to her, and whose breath seemed to hit her soft belly, Zhao Ji subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the stubbornness in her bones and the renewed rebellion allowed her to steady herself. body shape.

"Lean down." Zhao Ji ordered.

At this time, Yang Ming, who had seen Zhao Ji's true thoughts, followed Zhao Ji's thoughts. The moment Yang Ming leaned down, a pair of white and tender feet appeared completely in front of her.

"Yuan Li is not feeling well today, so you will temporarily serve as the servant of the Ai family." Zhao Ji raised her foot and stepped on Yang Ming's shoulder.

Hearing Zhao Ji's voice, Yang Ming raised his head subconsciously. At this time, Zhao Ji stepped on Yang Ming's shoulder with one foot. The skirt that could barely cover her ankles moved under Yang Ming's legs as Zhao Ji arched her legs. A small curtain formed at the end of Ming's sight.

For a moment, what caught Yang Ming's eyes was the thrilling color.

Zhao Ji never thought that Yang Ming would suddenly straighten up. She was shocked and staggered. The foot that was still on Yang Ming's shoulder had slipped to the floor. Her body only took a slight step forward, but But it gave Yang Ming a world.

"Ah?" Zhao Ji was in a hurry, not caring about the majesty of the Queen Mother. She hurriedly picked up her clothes, pushed Yang Ming away, and tried to run away while holding her skirt.

However, Zhao Ji didn't realize it herself. She was really too panicked. She pulled up her skirt just to push Yang Ming away. She should have put it down when she pushed Yang Ming away, but she forgot. He ran away in a hurry without caring about his end.

Looking at Hong Yi's fluttering back, the righteousness in Yang Ming's body began to boil.

Which young man can resist the temptation in front of him?

Zhao Ji jumped into the bathtub, wanting to use water to revive her restless blood, but she forgot that the water was hot water, even hot water that could be used for bathing, but when it came into contact with her body, It further fueled the fire burning in the blood.

What is Aijia afraid of? Why should the Ai family be afraid of him? Zhao Ji put a hand on her heart, thinking about herself just now, and couldn't help but feel a feeling of embarrassment and anger.

You're so stupid. You don't usually look very smart. When you're with Jing Salamander, you're not that slow. Why do you look so stupid in front of the Ai family? Zhao Ji complained as she sank into the water, feeling that Yang Ming was hopelessly stupid.

Suddenly, Zhao Ji's round ears twitched slightly, and then the muscles on her spine tightened involuntarily.

She heard footsteps. Now she and Yang Ming were the only two people in this hall. Who did the footsteps belong to? The answer is of course self-evident.

he?

Yang Ming walked to the bathing pool step by step and looked down at Zhao Ji in the pool.

She stood in the water, with many crystal water droplets on her skin, unconsciously stroking her long hair with one hand, leaning slightly, showing a natural and elegant posture.

The ultimate in charm and natural elegance.

Her skin was as baby-like, white and rosy, as if water would overflow if she pinched it. There was no rough spot on her knees or feet. Her long ink-colored hair was floating in the water, vaguely covering her face. His face and black eyes were covered with mist.

Her other hand was held across her body.

At that moment, Yang Ming thought of a sentence: They will float.

Zhao Ji did not look back, but she knew that Yang Ming was standing behind her.

She knew that after today, many things would never be the same again. Although she had been prepared for it long ago, and she was not an unexperienced girl, she was still a little at a loss when things happened.

"I'm scared." Yang Ming's voice sounded behind Zhao Ji.

"If you run away now, it's still too late." Zhao Ji said coldly.

"My body can escape, but my heart cannot." A pair of broad palms had already landed on Zhao Ji's shoulders.

"You?" Zhao Ji subconsciously pressed Yang Ming's hand on her shoulder.

"I'm very scared. You are the Queen Mother after all." Yang Ming said.

"You are from the Ai family, who dares to touch you?" Zhao Ji raised her head and looked up at Yang Ming, her expression full of arrogance and domineering, but Yang Ming saw the fierce look between Zhao Ji's eyebrows.

"But I'm also very happy." Yang Ming continued.

"Because the Ai family is the Queen Mother?" Zhao Ji sneered. When Yang Ming showed a cautious and apprehensive attitude, Zhao Ji regained her confidence and lost the nervousness and fear just now.

"No, because you are my little aunt." Yang Ming leaned down and whispered into Zhao Ji's ear.

"You? Well..." Zhao Ji suddenly couldn't speak anymore and bit her lip subconsciously.

Her weak spot was caught by Yang Ming.

…

A ray of sunshine made Yang Ming wake up from his nap. Everything before was as wonderful as a dream. Only the woman sleeping quietly beside him made him feel that everything was real.

The afterglow of dusk spreads on the bed through the curtains, and the fluffy long hair like dark clouds is scattered on the snow-white shoulders, and the delicate face is vaguely visible.

Yang Ming couldn't help but push her hair away and kissed her gently on the forehead.

Zhao Ji moved her lips, murmured a few times, murmured something, and refused to wake up.

After a long time, when Zhao Ji woke up from her sleep, she met Yang Ming's smiling eyes. Her face turned red and she quickly closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again.

Zhao Ji thought of what happened before, and felt a shyness that only a girl could have in her heart.

Zhao Ji thought about it, her eyes turned from the bath to the floor, then to the bath again, and finally landed on the soft couch beneath her.

Zhao Ji suddenly realized that she seemed to have lost, but she also seemed to have won.

As a girl from the Zhao Kingdom, she was already outstanding in dancing. Later, she learned some martial arts. Her physical strength was not bad, but she was killed and defeated.

Yang Ming sat up straight, stroked Zhao Ji's round cheek, and said with a smile, "The Queen Mother is very good!"

Zhao Ji couldn't help but bite him lightly, and said hurriedly: "No!" But she felt the change in Yang Ming again. Now she just wanted to hang up her fight-free card.

Yang Ming touched his forehead, "Mistake!"

The Tianshuang Jin circulated throughout the body, eliminating the flames that seemed to want to rekindle.

Zhao Ji felt relieved and said, "It's time for us to go!" However, she felt that her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't help but be a little surprised. Could it be that she had a cold?

Yang Ming put his forehead against hers and said with a smile: "It's strange that your voice wasn't hoarse when you were like that before!"

Zhao Ji's face turned red, but she was a little worried, "Is the Ai family very..."

Thinking of what she had done before, it was far beyond her original imagination, which made her a little worried, fearing that he would despise her.

Yang Ming said resolutely: "Everything is my fault and has nothing to do with the Queen Mother." There was a smile on his lips as he spoke.

Zhao Ji blushed and punched him: "If I don't blame you, I can blame others."

Yang Ming pinched her chin and said, "But Queen Mother, you also..." Yang Ming raised his eyebrows as he spoke, and the meaning was self-evident.

Zhao Ji was so embarrassed that she bit Yang Ming's hand hard.