Chapter 277 Zhao Ji's Phoenix Dance

Old Zhao has been in a good mood these two days.

Thanks to Zhao Ji's decision to stop playing the piano and dancing, he no longer had to worry about his brilliant life being ruined.
Thinking of this, Lao Zhao pinched his orchid fingers and slowly embroidered colorful silk threads on the fabric.

He was very experienced in embroidery. If Zhao Ji had not embroidered too slowly, making it difficult for him to show off his skills, he would have finished the flying phoenix embroidery pattern long ago.

The four sword slaves were struggling with the needle and thread, looking at their boss from time to time, and seemed to be quite familiar with the embroidery.

I wanted to ask Zhao Gao to ask Chang'an Jun to talk to Zhao Ji and ask her not to embarrass them...

But seeing that Zhao Gao was very interested in embroidery, an ominous premonition kept lingering in his heart.

Zhao Gao snorted coldly when he saw that the four sword slaves were distracted.

The four sword slaves were frightened.

During this period, they experienced many times the dangerous look in Zhao Gao's eyes.

It was a look that showed one wanting to silence someone, yet also feeling reluctant to do so.

Seeing the four sword slaves embroidering obediently, Zhao Gao nodded with satisfaction.

If killing the four sword slaves was not enough to erase his dark history of playing the piano and dancing, he would have done it long ago.

Now that Zhao Ji has finally gotten to play with something that interests him, these four guys are still hesitating.

Zhao Ji was dozing off when she was suddenly pricked by a needle. A drop of blood oozed out and left a mark on the fabric.

But Zhao Ji seemed to have gotten used to it. She just put her finger in her mouth for a while and then continued.

She no longer had the energy to curse Cheng Jiao in her heart. She just wanted to finish today's work quickly and have a good rest and sleep.

She had never felt time pass so slowly, so slowly that it felt like a whole day had passed. When she looked at the unfinished fabric, she realized that it was not even noon yet.

When Cheng Jiao stepped into Ganquan Palace, he found it very quiet.

Some of the palace maids who originally served the Empress Dowager began to embroider with an embroidery frame in one hand and needle and thread in the other, sitting in the corridor and embroidering stitch by stitch.

Cheng Jiao muttered in his heart: "Is this infected by Zhao Ji?"

I randomly asked a maid, "Did the Queen Mother ask you to embroider this?"

The palace maid, who was embroidering carefully, was suddenly asked a question by Cheng Jiao.

In fright, she used the needle to cut two or three inches of fabric on the embroidery frame.

After seeing it, her pretty face turned pale, her body trembled a little, and she wanted to cry but had no tears.

When Cheng Jiao saw this, he knew that the palace maid was frightened by him.

"what happened?"

The palace maid recognized Cheng Jiao but did not dare to complain.

She whispered, "The Queen Mother asked us to embroider it, and... and it needs to be handed in every day for Lord Zhao Gao to comment on."

"Oh... um? Zhao Gao's comments?"

Cheng Jiao's smile was very strange.

In a good mood, I prepared to go see Lao Zhao.

Suddenly, she paused, "Your embroidery shed is broken, is that okay?"

Based on his many years of experience in film and television dramas, if he just walked away, the palace maid might be unlucky and lose her life.

The maid folded her hands and squeezed them tightly.

"Maybe... maybe I will be punished by Lord Zhao Gao."

Cheng Jiao narrowed his eyes: "What punishment?"

The maid said nervously, "Yesterday, a maid was not good at embroidery and did not finish it on time. She was..."

Cheng Jiao frowned. Did Lao Zhao kill someone?

Looking at the palace maid's teeth chattering in the hot summer.

"died?"

The maid shook her head, hesitated slightly, and nodded.

"Being kicked out of the palace..."

Cheng Jiao blinked.

I thought, what is there to be afraid of?
Feeling like I was being played, I turned around and left.

After taking a few steps, I suddenly realized that I was wrong.

Being expelled from the palace didn't matter to him.

There is no place to stay here.

But he remembered that many of the palace maids in the Qin Palace were captured.

If he was expelled from the palace and could not find a family willing to take him in within a short period of time, it would be tantamount to committing suicide.

Although life in the palace is more miserable than 996, at least there is a stutterer.

Cheng Jiao walked into the hall.

The four sword slaves all looked at Cheng Jiao, their eyes were as bright as they could be, savior!
Zhao Gao stopped embroidering and put down the embroidery tent reluctantly.

"Lord Chang'an, are you here to see the Queen Mother?"

Zhao Gao felt that the current situation was pretty good. Embroidery and tea art were very much to his taste. Although he was not interested in calligraphy, painting, and reading, compared to playing the piano and dancing, this was already excellent.

Cheng Jiao nodded: "My brother asked me to come and see the Queen Mother."

After saying this, he glanced at the exquisite embroidery shed that Zhao Gao was embroidering nearby.

I couldn't help but admire it and said, "It's just like a work of nature, Lao Zhao, you are really good at it, I can't tell."

Compared with this, the Four Sword Slaves were simply unbearable to watch.

Zhao Gao did not feel ashamed of this.

At this time, embroidery was no longer exclusive to women. Although there were fewer men who embroidered, there were some. They were called embroiderers.

"Changan Jun, you are overpraising me. The Queen Mother's embroidery is truly extraordinary."

Cheng Jiao chuckled. He had good eyesight.

Even though they were more than ten meters away from Zhao Ji, they could still see clearly that Zhao Ji was only slightly better at stabbing than the four sword slaves.

"Old Zhao, the king is going to let you serve as the commander of the Central Chariot Office. Are you willing?"

Zhao Gao, with an evil look on his face, was a little confused when he heard this.

"The Imperial Chariot Commander?"

Is this what he can do?

Although he privately gave some evidence to the Grand Coachman Gao Yao and helped Gao Yao to defeat the Imperial Chariot Officer Li Feng, he never thought that he could become the Imperial Chariot Officer.

Even though he follows behind Zhao Ji, he doesn't care even when facing the Nine Ministers.

But this is just taking advantage of one's position, not oneself.

Once Zhao Ji dislikes him, he will be in trouble.

As for defecting? He still has a family and a younger brother...

If there is no need, who would be willing to be a traitor!
But now, not only does he not need to be a traitor, he can also get rid of Zhao Ji and develop his own power.

He didn't expect that he could become the Minister of the Imperial Chariots just by handing Gao Yao a knife and secretly showing his willingness to help the King of Qin deal with Lu Buwei.

It's like pie falling from the sky.

Cheng Jiao said cheerfully, "Yes, it's you. The Minister of the Imperial Chariots, Li Feng, has been imprisoned for accepting bribes, and he is probably not far from being beheaded. I recommended you to my brother, so don't be greedy, understand?"

If Zheng Ge hadn't threatened him with the big golden scale, he wouldn't have wanted Zhao Gao to be the Minister of the Imperial Chariots.

It’s not that he was afraid of Zhao Gao, but he really disliked him.

He is obviously not a eunuch, but he is made to act like he has castrated himself.

Zhao Gao was almost overjoyed. He thought that even with the merit of saving the emperor before, he would have to wait until the King of Qin was crowned before he would have another chance.

I didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon. It would have been even better if it could have come ten days or eight days earlier.

Now and then, there were rumors that some people in the palace were talking about him learning dancing from Queen Mother Zhao Ji.

He didn't even need to think too much, as he didn't know how the news would spread in Xianyang City.

The key is that he cannot refute it, otherwise the situation will only get worse.

He didn't have the ability to subdue others, so he could only watch the title of dead eunuch fall on his head.

Old Zhao is so miserable!

As a real man, I just lost...

"Thank you, Chang'an Jun, for your support. I will always remember your kindness!"

While Zhao Gao bowed to Cheng Jiao to express his gratitude, he looked at Queen Mother Zhao Ji, who was still dozing off and concentrating on embroidering. It was so refreshing to finally be able to say goodbye to Zhao Ji!
Cheng Jiao said "hmm" lightly.

I was just about to go and have a chat with Zhao Ji.

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing. You don't have the official document for the position of the Minister of the Imperial Chariots. Brother Wang wants you to take charge of it first, and then officially let you take office when the time is right."

Zhao Gao was stunned for a moment and thought, there is really no such thing as a quick success.

However, with the promise of the King of Qin, this position is his.

There is no rush sooner or later.

"There is no problem with this matter. Zhao Gao understands."

Cheng Jiao was very satisfied with Zhao Gao's attitude.

"That's good. It's you who commented on the embroidery of the palace maids outside, right?"

Zhao Gao wondered why Cheng Jiao asked this. Could it be that he had taken a fancy to one of the palace maids?
"That's right. The Queen Mother said that the maids in Ganquan Palace need to hand in... a homework every day. Oh, this homework means completing a certain task and then letting me comment on it. Those who do not do well will be expelled from Ganquan Palace."

He was worried that Cheng Jiao might not understand, so he simply explained it using Zhao Ji's words.

Cheng Jiao grinned. How could he not know what homework was?
He was the one who told Zhao Ji.

It turns out that they were not driven out of the palace, but out of Ganquan Palace...

But there seems to be no difference. Everyone in the royal palace knows that Ganquan Palace is the Queen Mother's bedroom. Who would dare to stay after being driven out of Ganquan Palace? They would be driven out of the royal palace anyway.

"Well, Lao Zhao, this homework is just for show. Don't be too serious about it, so as not to upset the Queen Mother, okay?"

I took a look at the embroidery of the Four Sword Slaves.

Cheng Jiao pointed and said, "Just use them as the standard."

Zhao Gao's heart moved. Could it be that a palace maid had pleaded with Cheng Jiao for mercy?

But these are just trivial matters. If Cheng Jiao could speak up, and if Old Zhao doesn't give him some face, he might have to stay in the position of Minister of the Imperial Chariots forever.

"Chang'an Jun is right. It is most appropriate to use the Four Sword Slaves as the standard."

Cheng Jiao smiled slightly, "Well, you guys go down first, I have some private matters to discuss with the Queen Mother. Whether you can take up the post of the Imperial Chariot Officer depends on the Queen Mother's opinion."

Zhao Gao hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes!"

He was not worried that Cheng Jiao had the intention to harm the empress dowager, but was worried that if Cheng Jiao failed to "persuade" Zhao Ji well, Zhao Ji would have a brain attack and would not want to see him have an easy life, so she would ruin her position as the Minister of the Imperial Chariots.

After Zhao Gao and the four sword slaves left the hall, Cheng Jiao strolled up to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji raised her eyes, her long, jade-like legs crossed together, looking extremely attractive under the layered cover of the red gauze and red skirt.

"Finished mumbling?"

Although Zhao Gao was more than ten meters away from her, she still noticed Cheng Jiao coming.

From the initial excitement, it became calm.

What's the use of coming? Who knows if they will ask me to do other work.

Cheng Jiao just chuckled.

Zhao Ji knew how to enjoy herself, half leaning on the bed, feeling very comfortable.

"Brother Wang asked me to come and visit you."

Zhao Ji's slender jade fingers grasped the needle even harder.

She wanted to complain to Ying Zheng several times, but when she did, she ended up praising Cheng Jiao.

This caused Zheng'er to trust Cheng Jiao more and more, leaving her helpless.

"You've finished watching? You're not leaving yet?"

Zhao Ji's eyes opened wide, and she couldn't help feeling sad when she thought about her extremely regular life during this period of time. She felt even more uncomfortable when she saw the culprit still smiling.

Cheng Jiao's face darkened: "Why, you gave me face?"

Zhao Ji's momentum, which had just risen, suddenly collapsed and wilted.

She almost forgot that she was still being controlled by Cheng Jiao.

She tried to put on the professional smile she had when she was a dancer, put down the embroidery tent, and half-knelt on the bed.

"Master, I was wrong."

Zhao Ji decisively chose to be humble.

Although in Cheng Jiao's opinion, this smiling face looked like the kind that made one want to cry but couldn't.

Cheng Jiao sat on Zhao Ji's phoenix couch.

"At least you know who you are."

Zhao Ji hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her soft and boneless little hand, placed it on Cheng Jiao's shoulder and kneaded it.

"What status do I have? I am still the master's slave..."

Cheng Jiaojian smiled and said, "You are the Queen Mother of Qin, the mother of the country."

Zhao Ji's little hand trembled slightly.

It would have been better if Cheng Jiao hadn't said anything. She had finally convinced herself to compromise, but Cheng Jiao tore off her fig leaf.

Yes, the Queen Mother of a country is so humble as to call herself a slave. How can she be so noble?

If Cheng Jiao had not asked Zhao Gao and others to leave, she might have killed them to silence them.

Zhao Ji suppressed the anger in her heart and moved her lips slightly.

"Even though I am the queen mother of the country, I am still the master's..."

Cheng Jiao gently stroked Zhao Ji's crystal clear rosy cheek.

It wasn't all luck that brought Zhao Ji to this point. At least her ability to adapt to the changing circumstances and be humble was something that not ordinary people could do.

"Very good, it seems that I need to pay more attention to you, hehe."

Zhao Ji's heart trembled, and if she wasn't careful she would be in ecstasy.

You still care about this? Is there any humanity left?

She had wanted to die more than once, but she couldn't do it no matter what.

From that moment on, he knew that his life and death were in Cheng Jiao’s hands and he had no control over himself.

"Okay...Okay, I hope you can have me in your heart."

Zhao Ji held back her tears and continued to flatter Cheng Jiao, hoping that her future days would be better.

Embroidery and other things are also okay.

Cheng Jiao suddenly stood up from Zhao Ji's phoenix bed.

Sitting on the soft couch beside.

"I heard that Zhao Wu is the best dance among all the dances of the Seven Kingdoms. Dance a little on the bed for me to enjoy."

Cheng Jiao suddenly stood up, leaving Zhao Ji, who was giving him a massage, with her hands suspended in the air.

When the delicate and translucent jade ears heard Cheng Jiao's request, their originally soft body became a little stiff.

"Sir, you want to see it. I will show you a clip."

Zhao Ji sat barefoot on the phoenix couch, wearing luxurious clothes, which made her look extremely graceful.

Because Zhao Ji was standing on the bed, she seemed much taller than Cheng Jiao, who was sitting on the ground.

In addition, because they were close, Cheng Jiao could clearly see Zhao Ji's exquisite jade feet and the red gem-like nails on them.

It can be seen that Zhao Ji cares very much about her body and spends a lot of energy on maintenance.

His whole body exudes extremely abundant vitality.

The only thing that Cheng Jiao felt a little regretful about was that there was no music here, which made him feel like something was missing.

Zhao Ji had a great figure and her dancing skills were no less than Li Wu's. She had not danced for many years, but after a few days of intense practice, Zhao Ji regained the feeling of dancing in the past.

She is graceful and elegant, stretching her hands and lifting her legs, very naturally.

Cheng Jiao, who was watching from under the phoenix couch, was so pleased that he was immersed in the artistic conception created by Zhao Ji's dance.

Zhao Ji turned around and smiled, her eyes full of autumn water.

Seeing that Cheng Jiao was gradually fascinated by her, she had an idea and wondered whether she should seduce Cheng Jiao.

If Cheng Jiao indulged in her gentleness, he might be able to regain his freedom.

Even if you can't, you can still make your life better.

Thinking of the joyful time she had with Cheng Jiao, Zhao Ji's face turned red as she danced gracefully.

Her rosy face and charming figure made Cheng Jiao hold his breath. He watched Zhao Ji lying on the phoenix couch without blinking, showing off her proud figure and skilled dancing skills.

An impulse rose from the bottom of my heart...

(End of this chapter)