Chapter 61 The Queen Mother Lifts the Tripod
Since it is called "Strength to pull mountains and courage to conquer the world", it would be a waste not to lift the tripod.
Although she didn't understand why a queen mother would want to lift the tripod, she just wanted to give it a try.
The look in Zhao Yuanxi's eyes when he looked at the tripod seemed to be glowing.
In order to prevent scaring others, she sent everyone away.
She rubbed her hands and knocked on the edge of the tripod, and the bronze tripod made a dull sound.
Very good, it is indeed solid!
The bronze tripod was about four feet tall, slightly shorter than Zhao Yuanxi. The diameter of the tripod was also about four feet, and its big belly was filled with incense ash.
She embraced the cauldron with her left and right hands, half-knelt down in a horse stance, sank her qi into her dantian, and exerted force with her arms. The cauldron, which had not been moved for a long time, vibrated slightly, making a slight friction sound.
"One, two, three—hey!"
As she stood up, the tripod was actually lifted up, and she even had enough strength to adjust her posture.
Zhao Yuanxi looked at the tripod in his hand in shock.
The floor tiles under my feet made a cracking sound and broke into pieces.
Not only was she in disbelief, but Ying Zheng, who had just walked to the door and was about to fulfill his promise, was also stunned.
He was usually calm and composed, but his expression collapsed a little. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not hallucinating.
His mother, no, that strange person! What is she doing?
In an instant, a huge wave seemed to rise in his heart.
Zhao Yuanxi was still immersed in the fact that she was now a sturdy woman, when she turned around and saw her adopted nephew whom she hadn't seen for a long time, staring at her in a daze.
She was so frightened that her hands trembled, causing the cauldron to lose its balance and fall to the ground with a clang. Broken tiles flew everywhere, mixed with the flying ash, blocking the two from looking at each other.
As the ashes cleared, Zhao Yuanxi, having composed himself, said calmly, "Why is Changping Jun here?"
She had completely forgotten that she had sent a letter to Xianyang yesterday, and was only thinking about how to make things go away.
Ying Zheng's gaze shifted from Zhao Yuanxi to the extra finger marks on the belly of the cauldron. He pursed his lips slightly. Perhaps he should be grateful that the last time he came here and had an argument with this person, she didn't jump up and hammer him to death.
No general under his command could possess such brute force.
Ying Zheng coughed lightly and said, "The Queen Mother told me to accept the loss of the bet, so naturally I have to come."
Zhao Yuanxi tapped her toes awkwardly. She was so nervous that she had forgotten about it.
"Haha, that's great! You're quite trustworthy. I was just—" Zhao Yuanxi stretched out a hand and pointed randomly, then started talking. "I was just exercising! Yes! Exercise, you don't have to take it too seriously."
Ying Zheng looked at her silently.
In the past, King Wulie of Qin relied on his strong physique and powerful muscles to compete with others in lifting a tripod. As a result, the tripod slipped out of his hand, broke his tibia, and finally he died of suffocation. This is a well-known story among the descendants of the Qin State.
Only she could come up with such a poor excuse to use the big tripod for training.
Rather than saying it was exercise, Ying Zheng felt that the other party was more likely threatening him.
If he doesn't keep his promise, I'll smash him to death with the tripod—
If Zhao Yuanxi knew what he was thinking, he would definitely cry out in injustice.
Who said that King Wulie of Qin was the only one who could lift the tripod? More than 20 years later, a young man named Xiang Yu succeeded in doing so. She is just imitating her ancestor now.
"In that case, why don't I take you to see it in person?" Zhao Yuanxi tried to change the subject.
Ying Zheng nodded.
Seeing that Zhao Yuanxi did not leave the palace directly, he turned around and went to Canglang Pavilion.
......
"Where is the Queen Mother going next?" Ying Zheng's heart skipped a beat.
Before, he would have only felt a little embarrassed about his identity being exposed, but now he suspected that not only would she give him the cold shoulder, but his life might even be in danger.
Before he is fully prepared, it is not appropriate to expose himself in front of her.
Zhao Yuanxi pointed ahead and said, "I'm going to pick up my two grandsons and take them out to play."
"But I don't have much time." Ying Zheng was very serious.
"Is that so? But they are very well behaved and won't cause you much trouble—"
Seeing that he was really insistent, Zhao Yuanxi thought he was really afraid of making mistakes, so he said helplessly, "Fine! Don't take them with you."
The two were supposed to ride in their own carriages, but Zhao Yuanxi thought it was too much trouble. Seeing that Ying Zheng's carriage was big enough, he suggested that they ride together.
Ying Zheng did not object.
"Your carriage is so exquisite!" Zhao Yuanxi originally thought that his carriage was exquisite enough, but he never expected that Changping Jun's carriage was far more magnificent than his. As expected, the treatment of the empress dowager in distress was much worse, not even as good as that of a minister.
Zhao Yuanxi calculated how much gold it would take to make this carriage. After counting carefully, she came to a considerable amount, and she couldn't help but remain silent.
Let’s wait until she has more money before doing it!
Seeing her frown, Ying Zheng asked, "Is there anything that makes you uncomfortable?"
Zhao Yuanxi sighed, "Nothing, I just think comparing myself to others is really annoying!"
Ying Zheng thought about the meaning behind her words. Seeing her touching left and right, he immediately understood what she was thinking. "If the Queen Mother likes this carriage, I can give you one!"
"Really? Thank you so much! You are so generous!" Zhao Yuanxi's eyes lit up and she smiled brilliantly. It was indeed her big golden pig, which dropped gold coins as soon as it arrived!
She really likes him too much.
Ying Zheng found it hard to laugh. It wasn't that he felt sorry for the carriage, but he just felt that the feeling of being threatened was a bit annoying. But the other party was completely unaware of it, which made him even more angry!
Zhao Yuanxi blinked his eyes and came up with an idea. "Qi'er, do you want to start some new business?"
Ying Zheng held his forehead, wondering why this person was so obsessed with business. Wasn't the money from a paper mill enough for her?
She wasn't like him, who had to support the officials and soldiers of the entire country. Wouldn't it be better for her to just farm for him?
"Her Majesty, I told you I don't know how to do business."
"Don't worry, you don't have to be responsible. I'll just borrow your name." Zhao Yuanxi quickly promised.
She took out the small jar she had brought with her before going out, scooped a small spoonful of brown sugar and stuffed it into Ying Zheng's mouth.
Ying Zheng looked stunned and was about to spit it out when the sweetness melted in his mouth.
"How does it taste? This sugar is reddish-brown now. If it's bleached, it can become white sugar. It can be used to make wine and seasonings. The most important thing is that this sugar is much cheaper than malt sugar and honey."
Ying Zheng picked up the tea beside him and took a sip. The sweetness faded, leaving only a faint aftertaste. "Then what does this have to do with me?"
"Of course it's related. Don't you have some connection to the State of Chu? The sugar-producing plant is native to Chu. I want you to buy me a large piece of land specifically for growing sugarcane. If you're willing, I can give you a 10% profit!"
"But Qin State is not short of sugar." Ying Zheng said lightly.
Zhao Yuanxi slammed the hammer on the table, and it immediately cracked in the middle.
Ying Zheng couldn't believe it! She was threatening him again!
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