Ying Zheng, have you ever regretted it?

a massacre, enter the palace

The night is shrouded, and the ban on the gate of Handan has passed for a long time.During the day, the villagers who carried their shoulder poles into the city to sell them all returned home one after another.

Black mountains surround a small lonely village outside Handan City.The villagers lying on the kang fell asleep tiredly with the rustling of leaves, and the few scattered candles in the village were also wiped out in the black wind.

But on one of the surrounding hills, there was a big pot that was steaming white, red soup, pink meat intertwined, rolling up and down, even though there was no seasoning, the meat in the pot was still fragrant It caused the surrounding animals to move around, and Youyou's eyes shone with a frightening green light.

A pretty-faced man in red was fiddling with the soup in the pot with disgust. "Gudong" A piece of red meat fell into the pot and turned pink after a few turns.The man in red casually threw away the branch he had just picked out, and continued to play with the pot.Perhaps because he felt that the fire was not strong enough, the man picked up a few branches and put them in his hands. With a movement of his palm, several branches caught fire in vain and floated on his palm.With a twist of his wrist, the man added the lit branch to the fire under the pot.

"Have you guys not eaten yet?" The man in red smiled and rolled his eyes, a red tear mole under his long and narrow eyes was particularly obvious.

With a sound of "Plop", a strong square-faced man knelt heavily on the ground, beads of sweat dripping down uncontrollably. "Dong dong dong" kept kowtowing to the man in red, and didn't stop until the blood flowed from his forehead.In fact, this bit of blood was nothing to him, because the square-faced man's mouth and lower body had already been bleeding profusely, staining most of the ground under his feet red.

Immediately afterwards, several dark-faced men imitated the square-faced men, knelt down together, kept kowtowing, and whimpered.

"Why? Don't you like it? Some people have never eaten this kind of meat in their entire lives. You still despise it? What a crime!" As he spoke, he swiped his hand, and a piece of pink cooked meat fell into the square-faced man who just raised his head. in the mouth.

Due to the force, the piece of meat directly hit the square-faced man's throat, barely blocking his esophagus.The square-faced man covered his neck with one hand, beat his chest vigorously with the other, coughed desperately, and a big mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth.The others on the side were limp on the ground, kicking back in a panic, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Finally, the square-faced man coughed out the meat stuck in his mouth, it was a human tongue!

Looking at the pot again, there are tongues, ears, and the lifeblood of men rolling up and down in the red soup.All these come from the strong men kneeling on one side.Cold sweat, tears, snot, saliva, and blood had covered their faces. They were panting heavily, and their eyes were full of unbelievable horror. The mountain wind blew into their necks and hearts, making them They are heartbroken.

The bright moonlight cast the shadows of the trees and fell on the strong men.The joyful firelight was projected on the face of the man in red, dazzled half of his pretty face, the red tear mole seemed to have life, and it opened its teeth and claws to devour the lives and souls of others.

Stop fiddling with the pot, the man in red stood up leisurely, clapped his hands, shook off the sticky dust, stretched out a finger, and pointed at the trembling strong men in a circle.

"Gathering here today is considered destined for us. Someone paid for your lives. I have no choice but to use other people's money to eliminate disasters. But you are lucky to meet me. I will not let you be alone on the road to hell. In a while, I will send your wives and children down to accompany you, it is a gift for you."

Before he finished speaking, the man in red suddenly gathered his fingertips and waved his hands together. Dozens of heads tumbled down, and the ground had no place to step down for a moment.The blood spurting from the broken part rushed out of Laogao, staining the surrounding trees red and making the soup in the pot thicker.

With a smile on his lips, the man in red walked leisurely past them who were still trembling with his hands behind his back, and walked down the mountain. In the night, his red clothes were more gorgeous.

A group of wild beasts swarmed over, biting the corpses on the ground, and soon the ground was covered with bones.But the dog at the foot of the mountain did not bark.

The next day, the local officials in Handan received the news that the villages outside the city had been massacred. From the elderly in their eighties to the babies in their swaddling arms, no one was spared.It was rumored that it was a red-clothed ghost that night, and claimed hundreds of lives in the whole village.

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Thirty years have passed since Qin Shihuang destroyed the Three Kingdoms, and half of his ambition to unify the Six Kingdoms has been realized.

Over the years, Yingzheng fought south and north, focusing on the ambition of unifying the six countries. There were only a few people in the harem. Now that the overall situation has been settled, the officials of the Qin Dynasty began to worry about enriching the emperor's harem and extending the royal heirs.

At this time, the state of Qin has a vast territory, and there are so many beauties, it is too much effort to see them one by one. Therefore, the selected officials thought of a way. Notification for an interview for entering the palace.

For a time, painters across the country were extremely busy, and every day, the front of the booth was full of girls who wanted to enter the palace.

In Xianyang City, there is a painter named Mo Qibai. He asks for the highest silver, but his business is always the best.A handsome face, always with a faint smile.When drawing people's portraits, the slender eyes are always smiling, and the eyes like clear springs make people's spirits flutter, like falling into the fog.

He is a commoner, but he is good at drawing, and the figures on the paper always seem to jump out in the blink of an eye.Fusu, the eldest son of Qin Shihuang, also made friends with him.With the portraits of ink painters, their hopes of turning sparrows into phoenixes are greatly increased.What's more, even if it doesn't make it to the evaluation, it's worth it to make Mo Qibai look at him so intently.

The beauty pageant was in full swing, and waves of beauties entered the palace one after another.

After dealing with the complicated memorials, Ying Zheng had a whim and wanted to see what the beauties who entered the palace looked like.

Bringing only a personal eunuch, Ying Zheng came to a side hall.Sitting on a high place, Ying Zheng looked down at the women who were coming and going and twisting their bodies like a court. He suddenly felt a little bored. , Slender, bright, seductive, delicate, insolent, all kinds of beauty have already made him tired.At this moment, I came to watch the draft on a whim, and I really wanted to relieve myself.

This row goes down, and another row of women comes up.The officials watched carefully one by one.One of the women had one big eye and one small eye, which was very obvious. There was a fingernail-sized birthmark on one side of the small eye. At this time, she was standing with a fan in her hand.Ying Zheng glanced at it, sighed, and closed his eyes to rest.

Another row came up, just as Ying Zheng opened his eyes, a woman was limping up the row.He frowned.

The officials below couldn't hold their breath anymore, and shouted at the little officials beside them: "What's the matter, these women have such serious flaws, why are they still announced to the palace? How do you screen them out!"

The little official beside him was shaking like chaff, he knew that the emperor was also there.He said tremblingly: "My lord, I have carefully looked at every painting, and every one is beautiful and moving. The one with the birthmark in the previous row had half of his face covered with a fan. This one Cripple, her portrait is sitting on a stone bench. Weichen... Weichen, I can't see it!"

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his hands were trembling involuntarily.He has heard about the strict laws of the country, and he doesn't want to defy the law.

"Announce that painter to enter the palace, I want to see him." Ying Zheng's deep voice echoed in the black hall.

After a while, a person knelt down in the hall.

Ying Zheng took a look at the person who came. He was dressed in an ink-and-wash robe, tied around his waist with a black ribbon, and covered with a layer of black gauze. The breeze blew by, as if he was about to ride the wind to go home, delicate and agile.

"Look up." Ying Zheng said lazily.

The visitor straightened up on his knees, slowly raised his head, and a pretty face mixed with yin and yang was revealed in front of Ying Zheng's eyes.Thick and straight eyebrows are heroic, but a pair of narrow and long eyes, cut pupils like water, but the eyes are distant and indifferent, like a deep pool that sucks people firmly.The bridge of the nose is proud and stubborn, and the tip of the nose is slightly red, which is pitiful as if it has just cried. The small mouth is slightly opened, like a cherry with dew.

The dim light in the hall makes people misunderstand that he is a woman, but the temperament and demeanor of his whole body are the plum blossoms on the high place, cold and proud.Ying Zheng couldn't move his eyes away because of the black tear mole the size of a grain of rice under his left eye, which confused his gender even more.

Tired of looking at the beauties of the Six Kingdoms, Ying Zheng's withered heart suddenly felt a little strange, and a strange feeling rose up.He didn't restrain its development, but made a decisive decision to keep him!

After ordering the left and right, he presented his painting, and Ying Zheng immediately said, "Stay in the palace and make a portrait for me. No matter who you are, you will be my man from now on."

After speaking, Ying Zheng in a good mood waved his robe and strode away with the little eunuch.

His own fate has been decided, so Mo Qibai can only kowtow to thank him.He lowered his eyes, hiding the faint smile of the past.

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