Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

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After reading a piece of cloth, Mei said to the maid beside her,

"You can step up your efforts to listen to those nobles' news. Now I always feel that something is wrong."

The maid nodded, then went back,

"Yesterday the number was one hundred and seventeen."

Mei nodded and didn't say much.

At this moment, Duan walked in and said,

"Miss Mei, the Patriarch is here."

Dumb still followed Mei, and it could be regarded as the point of contact between the cobweb and the humble.

"Girl Lang?"

A gleam of joy appeared on Mei's face.

They haven't seen each other for a long time.

When the southern tour team came back, they were tense all the way.

Then the maid said,

"Hurry up and ask Young Master Lang to come in."

Dumb backed out immediately.

The maid looked at Mei with a bit of pity in her eyes and said,

"Miss Mei, Young Master Lang is here, you should cherish the opportunity."

"Don't be like me..."

When Mei heard this, her expression darkened, and then she smiled, and said with some firmness,

"Well, I see."

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and the maid walked over to open the door.

The person at the door was Zhao Lang.

After saluting, the maid walked out, blocking Tianyi and the others by the way.

Suddenly only Zhao Lang and Mei were left in the room.

"I've seen Young Master Lang."

Mei bowed down and saluted.

"Mei girl, long time no see."

Zhao Lang naturally returned a salute.

After the two of them sat down, Zhao Lang realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The other party looked at him, as if he was going to eat him.

"Ahem,"

In order to avoid the other party's animalistic behavior, Zhao Lang took the initiative to ask some more serious topics,

"Miss Mei, after you come back, what news did you hear from the humble people?"

Sure enough, when it came to intelligence, Mei restrained herself a lot.

"Young Master Lang, rumors about that person are being circulated privately in various noble houses these days."

"There are more guests and envoys in many original residences of survivors from the Six Kingdoms."

"Moreover, the traffic in all aspects of the caravan seems to have increased."

Mei told all the information that the lowly people had obtained these days.

Zhao Lang frowned slightly when he heard that, sure enough, the remnants of the Six Kingdoms had already started to move.

Maybe there are remnants of his own Zhao country in it.

"Well, Miss Mei, in the coming time, the humble can take some precautions earlier."

"I'm afraid this world will not be peaceful."

At this time, Zhao Lang said with some caution.

Mei was stunned for a moment, then said with a sad smile,

"Young Master Lang, since when did the life of the lowly be decided by oneself?"

Zhao Lang was silent for a while, and could only comfort him,

"There will be that day."

Hearing this, Mei's eyes lit up slightly, thinking of something.

Soon, the two exchanged some more information, and Zhao Lang was about to stand up and leave.

At this moment, Mei said with a bit of resentment,

"Girl Lang, have you forgotten what you said to Mei before the southern tour?"

"After you come back, you have to agree to Mei's request."

Zhao Lang was slightly taken aback, then quickly returned with a smile,

"Yes, Mei, whatever you think, just say it."

Seeing that Zhao Lang had made this promise, Mei's gaze at Zhao Lang suddenly became hot, and the air seemed to be a little more anxious.

There was no concealment of the emotion in those eyes.

Seeing that, Zhao Lang's heart also sank,

Is he going to sacrifice his body for his career today?

At this moment, Zhao Lang saw Mei slowly approaching him, and squatted down.