VII

After punting back to the wooden house where the two lived in seclusion, Fusu felt that he had almost calmed down, so he opened the curtain and stretched out his hand, "Ah Zheng, we're here."

Yingzheng put his hand in Fusu's palm and walked out of the cabin with his strength. This is what Yingzheng is used to, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Zhao Gao was the one who did these things before, but now it's no different if it's Fusu.However, until he got off the boat, Fusu didn't let go of his clenched hand, which made Yingzheng a little surprised, "What are you still holding? Do you really think you are a three-year-old child?"

"It would be great if Fusu was really three years old." Fusu shook Ying Zheng's hand, and said with a smile, "If Fusu is really only three years old, I will definitely ask Father to carry him back..."

Ying Zheng glanced at Fusu's whole body, and said with disgust, "I can't hold you."

"I can hug..." Fusu followed Ying Zheng's words, and felt bad after speaking.

"Oh?" Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, shook off Fusu's hand, and said calmly, "I have hands and feet, I can walk by myself, it's not that I'm too old to move..."

If you really can't move, that's fine...

"Yes, yes, father, you are at the peak of your spring and autumn, and your life is boundless." Fusu said helplessly. From the appearance alone, Yingzheng's appearance is still around 30 years old, and he will not grow old in the future.If he cultivates properly, he will gradually recover his previous skills as time goes by. Does this mean that he will never have the chance to hold Ying Zheng in his life?

Ying Zheng laughed, "Okay, look at how wronged you are." Ying Zheng raised his hand and caressed Fusu's forehead, "I just realized now that Fusu is almost as tall as I am." [Historical Records: Ying Zheng The height is eight feet six inches, and one foot in the Qin Dynasty is 23.1 centimeters. In this way, the height of His Majesty is more than 1.98 meters. 】

Fusu followed Ying Zheng's words and looked at each other seriously, "Indeed."

"Go back, I'm hungry." Ying Zheng turned around and walked slowly towards the wooden house not far away, "There have been a lot of delicious food in the past thousand years."

"Azheng, what do you want to eat?" Fusu chased a few steps, walking side by side with Yingzheng, "I'll make it for you."

"I don't know what's delicious. You can cook it." Following the change of Fusu's address, Yingzheng also changed his name to me. After all, the word "zhen" is really too conspicuous.

Fusu looked at the sky, it was neither early nor late, and the weather was hot, "I picked some lotus seeds earlier, let's make lotus seed porridge, it tastes good."

Ying Zheng stopped in his tracks, as if he suddenly thought of something, and looked at Fu Su with a smile that was not a smile: "Su'er, your skill is really good, can't you boil it out of medicine?"

Fusu was a little puzzled: "Why did Ah Zheng say that?"

Ying Zheng scolded with a smile: "During all these years when I was lying down, do you still remember what you fed me!? But I can't move my body, I can't speak, so I can only be manipulated by you?"

This is very embarrassing, to be honest, Fusu really can't remember what he fed Yingzheng, although it must be a good medicine that is hard to find in the world, and it is hard to find.I don’t know if it’s useful or not, let’s feed it first and then talk about it, anyway, people are like that, no matter how bad it is, it won’t be so bad...

However, Fusu argued slyly: "Didn't the father say that he only has more than half a month's consciousness? How do you know so much?"

Yingzheng was not annoyed when his words were refuted by others. He looked at Fusu and said calmly, "Didn't you guess it a long time ago?"

"It wasn't too early, just before going down the mountain, didn't you get mad, Father? You said, 'You should be glad you haven't done anything to me in the past thousand years.' At that time, I vaguely guessed that Father, you might It was conscious... I also thought that you might have heard all of what Fusu said..."

Ying Zheng looked very strange, as if thinking of something, with some disgust, he said, "Don't say those sour words in the future, I feel uncomfortable listening, but I can't refuse!"

Fu Su laughed, stepped forward to embrace Ying Zheng, and rested his chin on Ying Zheng's shoulder: "It's not a bitter talk, it's clearly a love talk." He was really lucky to see such a lively and emotional Ying Zheng.When Yingzheng was still the first emperor, the burden of the empire was all on his shoulders. He was busy every day, and he had to review at least one stone memorial at night [about 120 catties today].No one could understand Ying Zheng at that time. His every move carried a shocking power and a deep meaning that people could not guess. His thoughts were so deep that even anger was not necessarily real anger.

Fusu had never seen him smile before, even his brows were always frowning, and he never let go. He looked serious and cold, so that everyone ignored him. The first emperor Yingzheng was also a person, and he was still a rare person. beauty.But since Yingzheng woke up, without the identity of the first emperor, he seemed relaxed and at ease. He was angry a lot and laughed more.Therefore, Fusu felt that what he had was Yingzheng's entire living being, not a walking imperial statue.

Ying Zheng let him hug him, "Whether it's bitter words or love words, I've heard enough, you don't need to rush to cut your heart."

Fu Su let go of Ying Zheng, and didn't care what Ying Zheng said. He held Ying Zheng's hand again, "Whether it's a craft of boiling medicine or not, it's a craft. Ah Zheng, you like to eat it, and I like to give it to you." You do it, that's enough."

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The wooden house is not big, built near the water, surrounded by mountains and water, there are only four rooms in total, a study room, a lobby, two bedrooms and a small kitchen.Fusu is in the small kitchen at the moment, staring at the earthenware pot on the firewood. Inside the earthenware pot is snow-white porridge. The porridge surface is steaming. Fusu stirs it from time to time with a long spoon in his hand.

Yingzheng didn't sit in the lobby waiting to eat, he leaned against the door frame and stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Fusu who was washing his hands and making soup in the kitchen. Fusu was calm at the moment, and his concentration did not show any reluctance. .Fusu really likes to cook, or to say that he likes to cook for him.Because in Yingzheng's image, Fusu had never cooked before he fell into a deep sleep. He is the eldest son of the empire. Never touched.After a deep sleep, Fusu stayed with him most of the time and watched him in a daze, occasionally talking about some interesting things and misses, often like this for a few days, he woke up and fell asleep, fell asleep and woke up again, and the sight that fell on him was all over the place. Nothing has changed.

"When did you develop this weird hobby?" Ying Zheng said abruptly, this Fusu not only likes to cook for him, but also likes to worry about everything about him.

Fusu, who had known for a long time that Ying Zheng was standing behind him, turned his head to look at Ying Zheng with a gentle smile and said, "I don't know when I developed it, probably after you fell asleep." He couldn't tolerate others touching Ying Zheng He didn't want to let a third person besides him and the old Taoist know about Ying Zheng's existence.He had no choice but to do everything by himself, and over time, as long as it was about Ying Zheng, he would become hesitant and procrastinate. "The porridge is ready, Ah Zheng, you go to the meeting first, and eat it after it cools down, it's too hot."

Hearing that Ying Zheng, who was helping Su to drive people away, walked slowly to the table in the lobby, and not long after he sat down, Fu Su came over with a bowl of warm lotus seed porridge, put it in front of Ying Zheng and said, "Eat, I will I've chilled it with a well, it's not hot."

Ying Zheng took a sip and boasted lightly: "Not bad, very light." There are not many ingredients, just rice and lotus seeds, but the softness of the rice and the unique sweetness of the freshly picked lotus seeds are cooked.

After being praised by Ying Zheng, Fusu couldn't restrain his joy and said, "As long as you like it." The medicine has been brewed for many years, among other things, Fusu's control of the heat can be said to be superb.

This heartfelt joy seemed to have infected Ying Zheng as well. His brows and eyes were soft, and he hummed softly. "Fusu..."

"kindness?"

"If I die, I must be buried with you." Ying Zheng put down the tableware in his hand and said casually.

Fusu was stunned for a moment, then realized something, grasped Ying Zheng's hand, and replied softly: "Whatever you want, you can't get it." Life is in the same quilt and death is in the same coffin, this person is so awkward that he even speaks love words like this Bloody euphemism.

Ying Zheng also laughed, "Did you find my heart?"

"I found it." Fusu looked at Ying Zheng devoutly, "I got it too."

"Really?" Ying Zheng continued indifferently: "Then you must take good care of it, otherwise you will never be able to find it if you don't see it again."

"Fusu will cherish it, love it and cherish it." Fusu said resolutely: "I won't see you."

"Stupid boy..." Ying Zheng sighed, "If you don't leave, I will never abandon you. This is the promise I made to you back then."

Fusu recalled the scene of that day, and said with some grievances: "Did you think that you couldn't wake up anyway, so you just gave Fusu a promise to stabilize Fusu first? You were planning when you were dying. I use me and still don't believe me!"

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, "What? Not happy? That's fine."

"Happy! Why don't you!" Fusu lost his temper completely, "When encountering demons and Buddhas, they are all saved, and thunder, rain and dew are God's blessings, as long as you are happy..."

Ying Zheng was overjoyed, "Su Er, it's very good that you have this awareness."

Fusu also laughed, with unconscious pampering and softness, everything, really just one sentence: You are happy, that's fine...

As soon as the sun set, Ying Zheng put down the letter in his hand and prepared to go to rest. For a busy person, it's not good to live too leisurely. If he can't find something to do, he might as well go to bed early.Face each other with Fusu every day, never getting tired of it.

As soon as he walked to the door, he saw Fusu tidying the bed. Yingzheng was not surprised. He walked to the table, washed his hands and face in the hot water basin that had been prepared, untied his hair belt, and let his jet-black and shiny hair fall naturally. Luo Luo was about to undress, when he suddenly realized something, Ying Zheng turned to Fu Su and said, "Why don't you leave?"

"Ah Zheng...can I...can I stay here tonight?" Fusu asked hesitantly.

Yingzheng looked at Fusu silently, his whole demeanor changed instantly, as if in an instant, he turned back into the majestic and inviolable Shihuang standing in front of the emperor's seat holding a long sword.Ying Zheng spoke slowly, his voice low and gentle, but with the power before the storm: "How can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch, Fu Su, don't push yourself..."

Yingzheng was really angry, Fusu knew that he was instinctively afraid, this was the fear engraved in his bones.But Fusu still chose to insist: "You sleep on the bed, I sit. Without you by my side, I can't sleep." Yes, in the past few days when I went down the mountain, Fusu slept well every day, and Yingzheng was not around. In his sight, he began to panic and start to be afraid.He didn't know what to panic and what to be afraid of. Fusu only knew that he could only feel at ease when he looked at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng smiled angrily: "You can't sleep, and I still need to coax you to sleep?"

Fusu smiled wryly, "Fusu treats you, when you don't get it, you don't get it; if you get it, you lose it. If you worry about losing it, you do everything..."

Yingzheng's eyes on Fusu instantly became fierce and terrifying: "Fusu, are you threatening me?"

Fusu knelt down fiercely, walked towards Yingzheng's knees, stretched out his arms to hug Yingzheng's legs, choked up and said, "No Fusu, I just want to tell you that I am so afraid of losing you..."

All love will come, impermanence is hard to come by for a long time, life is full of fear, life is at stake in the morning dew, from love comes sorrow, from love comes fear, if you are separated from the beloved, there is no worry and no fear.

Ying Zheng didn't move, they were in a stalemate for a moment, Fu Su staggered to his feet, stumbled towards the door, looked back at Ying Zheng before going out, Fu Su smiled wryly, sighed softly, stood up straight while supporting the door frame, "Father...you...have a good rest..."

"Come back!" Ying Zheng looked at the frozen Fusu and said coldly, "What? Do you want me to invite you in person? Close the door and come here! Undress me."

Fusu looked at Yingzheng in disbelief, ordering one action at a time.He locked the wooden door, walked to Ying Zheng, and fixedly looked at Ying Zheng who was frowning.His royal father had experienced hundreds of assassinations, large and small, in his life. Even Lin Xingji concubine never stayed overnight. His original wish was just to sit on the sidelines and watch quietly, and that was enough.

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu who seemed to be stupid, and frowned even tighter: "Don't do it yet?"

"Hmm..." Fusu settled down, untied Yingzheng's waistband with trembling hands, folded it and put it on one side, and took off one by one. After helping Yingzheng take off only the inner garment, Fusu I dare not move anymore.

Yingzheng glanced at Fusu lightly, walked to the side of the couch and sat down, "There is only one couch in this room, and I'm about to fall asleep tonight, and I'll move the couch from your room tomorrow, so I can sleep in the same room with you. Should you be able to sleep?"

Fusu couldn't believe what he heard!Stiffly walked to Ying Zheng and sat down, nervous like a newlywed.

Ying Zheng didn't bother him anymore, turned over on the couch and slept on the inside facing the wall, leaving half of the bed for Fusu.Fusu sat for a while, finally got up and blew out the oil lamp, groped in the dark to take off his clothes, and lay down carefully. "A Zheng, did I embarrass you?"

Ying Zheng changed his posture and lay flat, "Yes."

"I don't want to control you... I'm here, and I don't want to..."

Before Fusu finished speaking, Yingzheng interrupted him directly and said, "I know." Fusu didn't have the guts to force him.

Fusu lay sideways, looked at Yingzheng's profile, and said softly, "I've watched you for 1000 years, and I'd be afraid if I didn't see you." Yingzheng was fine when he was asleep, Fusu always knew he was waiting there With him, I can't go anywhere.When Yingzheng was still the first emperor, Fusu always knew where to find him, so he was not afraid.But now that Yingzheng can move and walk without worry, Fusu is always afraid that if he turns around, Yingzheng will disappear... The world is so big, where can he find such a Yingzheng?It has to be said that even though he had sworn in the negotiations with Yingzheng on the mountain before, Yingzheng's sentence of avoiding seeing or seeing still left a psychological shadow on Fusu.

"Go to sleep." If he hadn't been watched by Fusu for 1000 years and was already used to his gaze and company, how could Ying Zheng agree to Fusu to stay here?Thousands of years ago, there were too many people who wanted his life. When he was resting, even if there was a second person breathing beside him, he would be furious.

On the second day, when Yingzheng was silent, Fusu did not move the bed in his room to Yingzheng's bedroom. The bed of His Majesty the First Emperor.To Fusu's surprise, nothing happened all night.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day... Later, Fusu, who became more and more courageous after being pampered, slept directly beside Yingzheng. Stretching out his hand to hug him, he managed to get Shihuang to sleep, but at this time, he had to get up earlier than Shihuang, and be careful not to let the keen Shihuang find out...

Fu Su was thinking distressedly, when will this day of sneaking around and being a thief come to an end~~

The author has something to say:

Well, to put it simply, Fusu, who is timid but also a control freak, feels that he can't control His Majesty, so he worries about gains and losses. . . .