Qin asked

The carriage wobbled towards Yongcheng, and everyone was very excited, because they were about to usher in the coming-of-age ceremony of the monarch of Qin, and everyone wanted to get into an accompanying carriage, and Mo Dou was undoubtedly The most honorable thing was that the carriage he got on was the one that Ying Zheng was sitting in, and it could be said that he was accompanied by the royal driver, which was a benefit that even Zhao Gao didn't have.

However, Ying Zheng didn't let many people know about Mo Dou's existence. This was his protection for Mo Dou.

At this moment, Mo Dou, who was under the special care of Yingzheng, was staring at the car window in a daze. He was thinking about the matter of Lai Ai, but after thinking about it, there was no solution: Lai Ai would definitely rebel, and Ying Zheng had to deal with Lai Ai and him. His two younger brothers, even if they put on the label of unkindness for this.

Mo Dou turned his head and glanced at Ying Zheng. At this moment, Ying Zheng is still an ordinary vassal king. Although he has some reputation, at least he has not done any earth-shattering events. But soon, he will become an adult and truly become a ruler All the monarchs, and then break all the seemingly balanced deadlocks, and before that, he has to pass a cruel and bloody adult assessment.

Ying Zheng was already very sensitive to Mo Dou's gaze, and he quickly turned his head to meet Mo Dou's gaze: "What is Dou looking at?"

Mo Dou subconsciously shook his head: "I didn't see anything."

Ying Zheng glanced at Mo Dou up and down, as if he was looking at something, and then suddenly smiled at Mo Dou, laughing so much that Mo Dou Mo Dou was inexplicable.

"The widow thought that fighting was angry with the widow."

angry?Mo Dou was even more confused. Is he the kind of person who gets angry anytime and anywhere?

Seeing that he really didn't know, Ying Zheng leaned forward and reminded in a low voice, "Do you still remember that the widow drove Dou under the car?"

Mo Dou tried his best to recall, and finally remembered the memory that he almost forgot: it was the time when Ying Zheng was about to rush from Zhao to Qin to become the prince. Ying Zheng counted, but in the end he was kicked out by Ying Zheng, and he walked dozens of miles so hard that his feet were worn out.

"Dou remembered, it was Dou who was too confident, thinking that he had the ability to teach the king." Mo Dou smiled, "The king still remembers?"

Ying Zheng nodded: "I remember, I still regret it very much. Recently, I always think that it would be fine if I let Doujiao go."

Mo Dou shrank, he didn't care about that matter anymore, but it didn't mean that Ying Zheng had forgotten, the last time he taught Ying Zheng what he wanted to teach without authorization, which made the other party very unhappy, so Mo Dou said cautiously: "It's Dou After crossing the line, the king has his own reasons."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng frowned instead, and he moved his face closer to Mo Dou. There was very little space in the carriage, and Ying Zheng put his hands beside Mo Dou: "When did Mo Dou even learn to flatter others? Mo Dou is For the good of the widow, but the widow is self-righteous, impatient to learn this, and because he didn't learn well, he lost his temper with Dou, that matter is the fault of the widow, what has it to do with Mo Dou?"

Mo Dou moved his body, and was embarrassed to find that he seemed to be completely embraced by Ying Zheng. He swallowed involuntarily, and then whispered: "At that time, there was no pen and paper, and Mo Dou wanted to teach the king to count with empty words. The king is angry."

Ying Zheng lowered his head and could easily see Mo Dou's small Adam's apple rolling up and down. At this time, Ying Zheng realized that Mo Dou, who was almost an adult, had no beard, so he asked curiously: "Why Mo Dou has no beard, but Dou shaved it himself. ?”

With the rhythm of the carriage, all the breath was sprayed on Mo Dou's face. Even Mo Dou breathed extremely carefully and inhaled Ying Zheng's breath, which reminded him of that night when the two men teased each other and compared each other secretly. The scent of male hormones.Perhaps because of the particularity of Ying Zheng's identity, Mo Dou felt an unprecedented stimulation that night, which even made Mo Dou involuntarily doubt his own sexuality.

Seeing that Mo Dou didn't answer, Ying Zheng took a closer look at Mo Dou's beard one or two times. No wonder he realized that Mo Dou had grown up, but he always regarded him as a child. Ying Zheng chuckled and stopped waiting for Mo Dou Answered, said: "That's fine, I like it."

After pinching Mo Dou's chin twice, Ying Zheng turned around and sat down upright with satisfaction, as if the person who just molested Mo Dou did not exist at all.

There was still some residual warmth in his chin, but Mo Dou's heart had cooled down a bit. Just now, he had a reaction...

Mo Dou lowered his head in embarrassment, straightened his clothes, adjusted his sitting posture, and then calmed down his desire during this period of time. There must be something wrong, otherwise, how could he be so abnormal, and Ying Zheng is also so abnormal.

However, just when Mo Dou was sorting out his thoughts and was about to resume the topic, Ying Zheng suddenly ordered to stop the carriage and ordered something, so Mo Dou could only shut up obediently and wait where he was...

After a while, the young master Fusu was carried into the carriage, and he saluted politely: "Father, did you ask your son to come over?"

Under Mo Dou's strange gaze, Ying Zheng nodded happily, and then called Fu Su over, and then someone set up a desk in the carriage that looked cramped because the three of them were crowded together.

Mo Dou shrank his feet to avoid knocking against the corner of the table during the jolt: "What are you doing, Your Majesty?"

Ying Zheng falsely reported Fusu and looked at Mo Dou frankly: "With a pen and paper, can Mo Dou teach the widow to count with Fu Su?"

Fusu didn't know what happened, but he cooperated with Yingzheng very much: "If you want to learn arithmetic, please ask Uncle Mo Dou."

Mo Dou looked at the father and son with a dreamy face, thinking that he was probably daydreaming, otherwise where did he get lucky that Ying Zheng and Fu Su would let him be their teacher willingly?

So what went wrong just now!

……

Yingzheng’s tossings along the way left Mo Dou with no time to think about Lao Ai. His focus was on how to teach Yingzheng and Fusu mathematics. After all, mathematics is not an easy subject, let alone teaching it interestingly. There are many people who hate mathematics in later generations, and Mo Dou doesn't want to be driven off the carriage by two impatient students again.

What's more, the ink fountain is more accustomed to the Arabic numerals of later generations, and it is okay to record data at ordinary times, but now there can be no mistakes, and coupled with the interference of the carriage that can make people's stomachs upset, although there are pens and papers that can be calculated, But Mo Dou was still struggling.

Mo Dou even recalled the time when he taught Ying Zheng. At that time, Ying Zheng was still so small. Now that Ying Zheng has Su, Mo Dou felt quite emotional and a little lonely...

After all, his mental age is very old. Although he has been going through the ages from childhood to youth, he still has a sense of youth, but he is still 50 or [-] years old. Sometimes he misses the past, and more often he wants to have a People who understand him spend their lives with them.

But no one can understand him... Maybe Ying Zheng can?Although he is not from the later generations like him, he can always accept his point of view...

Wait, what was he thinking just now!

Mo Dou froze, why did he think of Ying Zheng? !

Mo Dou was stunned by his terrifying thoughts, Fu Su frowned, then looked down at the arithmetic problem he had just done: "Uncle Mo Dou, what's wrong, but Gu made a mistake?"

Mo Dou picked up the paper in a hurry, and turned his attention to the arithmetic problem: "The eldest son did not make a mistake in his calculations, it was Mo Dou who just fell into a nightmare."

Yes, it must be that he was too idle, thinking about things, writing a few sequence questions in the ink fountain, and then handing it to Fusu: "The eldest son did a good job, this is for the king."

Ying Zheng, who was sitting by the side, twitched the corners of his mouth, took the paper from Fusu, and frowned: "I don't know how to do this."

Mo Dou said solemnly: "This question will help your Majesty calculate the total income of Qin State in the future."

Ying Zheng nodded calmly: "Then come."

Right, it must be because the things he taught are too simple, so I was just thinking about it, just find something to do!