Chapter 13 Section 3 Left-handed beauty, right-handed country

Lu Buwei returned triumphantly from Xianyang and held a grand celebration banquet.As the protagonist of the banquet, Yiren was also invited to attend.When the wine was half drunk, Lu Buwei slapped his palms, and saw countless handsome beauties dancing gracefully as if a fairy descended from heaven.For a while, the indoor fragrance is moving everywhere, and the spring scenery is boundless.All the guests couldn't keep their souls, and their hearts were in turmoil.The stranger is in the year of raging desire, only to see his bones and tendons soften, and his nosebleed profusely. Among the many young girls, Zhao Ji is the most beautiful. When the stranger fell in love with him at first sight, he asked Lu Buwei for money. He thought to himself, You have spent a thousand taels of gold for me and traveled five thousand miles , now it's not me begging you, but you begging me, if I ask you for another woman, I forgive you, but you dare not refuse.Typical hog-killing mentality.Unexpectedly, Zhao Ji is Lu Buwei's favorite person. The two have not been in love for a long time, and it is the time when the love is deep and hard to part.This request from another person is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger, how could Lu Buwei agree to it.Lu Buwei said, "You can choose from these many women. If you pick one, I will give one, and if you pick ten, I will give ten. But if you want Zhao Ji, it's hard to obey."In front of everyone, the stranger was shut out, and couldn't hold back his face, so he said viciously, don't regret it.After speaking, he walked away.

Beauty or country?Lu Buwei was caught in a dilemma.He has bet all his wealth on Yiren, and he must not fall short, and break with Yiren when he is about to complete his success, thus making his long-term efforts come to naught.Yiren will soon be the king of Qin, and he will also become the prime minister of Qin. He will hold boundless power and control the fate of countless people.Zhao Ji couldn't give him all these, but Yiren could.However, he loves Zhao Ji, he really loves Zhao Ji. The plum blossoms in the courtyard are in full bloom, and the ground is falling red. Lu Buwei looks up at the sky, fighting in his heart, unable to decide himself.His face turned blue and purple, reflecting the irresistible pain in his heart.However, I thought without malice that this was the distress of happiness, and there was no need for sympathy.Regardless of beauty or country, getting any of them is enough for ordinary people to shout "what more can I ask for".

Power finally defeated beauty, and lust for power overwhelmed lust for love.Zhao Ji knelt in front of Lu Buwei, clinging to his legs, her face was full of pearly tears, she was full of sadness, her red lips were moist, as if she was still looking forward to a sweet kiss.However, when the time comes to part, you can be weak, but I must be strong.And let the love dissipate like a cloud of smoke, and disperse into misty memories.When I came back tired, someone raised a jug of wine and prayed for me, but that person will no longer be you, you are in the arms of another man. At midnight, Lu Buwei knocked on the door of the stranger and handed over his beloved woman.He sent Zhao Ji to another man's home, to another man's bed.When another person triumphantly pressed Zhao Ji under his body and swayed wildly, Lu Buwei hesitated alone in the dark rainy alley in Handan, crying like a wild beast.