I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

Zhao Zheng looked at Ying Zheng with a very cute and pitiful look.

A clear light came in from the moon window behind him, making the pale brown pupils even more transparent.Sitting at this angle, Ying Zheng could still see some fine dust on Zhao Zheng's slightly curled eyelashes.

He subconsciously helped Zhao Zheng wipe it away with his fingertips without thinking too much.But Zhao Zheng squinted his eyes because of his actions, and a trace of deep emotion flashed through his usually calm eyes, and he moved towards Ying Zheng's fingertips.

The young man who hadn't tied his hair yet wore a crown was fair and handsome, his sword eyebrows were slightly slanted, and he leaned his eyebrows against Ying Zheng's fingertips, and rubbed them lightly.

The skin-to-skin contact was very delicate, and Ying Zheng couldn't help rubbing that cheek a few times. When he regained consciousness, Zhao Zhengzheng looked at him with very deep and fiery eyes.Ying Zheng subconsciously wanted to defend himself for some reason, but suddenly a report from the servant came from outside: "Your Majesty, Mr. Changping, Li Si begs to see you."

The servant's voice successfully broke the ambiguous atmosphere, Zhao Zheng covered his lips and coughed, sat upright, "Xuan."

Ying Zheng got up and sat down on the side seat, picked up the tea cup and took a sip calmly, rubbing his fingers subconsciously a few times.

The delicate touch is faintly still there.

Mr. Changping and Li Si were led in by a servant.

As soon as he saw that Ying Zheng was still here, Mr. Changping approached him and wanted to talk to him, and wanted to ask him why he was wearing a mask. Li Si beside him pulled his sleeve desperately and dragged him to the King of Qin. Only then did Mr. Changping think about the business , Handed over a bamboo book: "This is the appointment and dismissal edict issued to all counties and counties according to the formula of the king, please have a look at it."

The servant took the bamboo book and presented it to Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng took it and glanced at it. Li Si's calligraphy is still so eye-catching, and he said lightly: "Yes."

The servant held the King of Qin Yuxi, and pressed the seal on it, and the official seal, before it could be copied and issued for execution.

Lord Changping took the bamboo book and said: "Yes, Your Majesty, General Meng Ao has received news that it has been..."

He paused at this point, and suddenly remembered that Ying Zheng was still there, so he couldn't help but look over.

Holding the teacup, Ying Zheng was thinking for some reason, as if he was distracted.Even Li Si took another look.

Zhao Zheng probably knew what Mr. Changping was going to say, so he also glanced at Ying Zheng, and found that Ying Zheng was just silently looking at the glazed cup in his hand, and said, "Speak, it's okay."

Lord Changping lowered his voice and said, "General Meng Ao has sent a letter saying that twenty cities of Wei State have already been conquered. Your Majesty, do you want to attack again?"

Zhao Zhengdao: "What do Xiangbang and Tingwei think?"

Lord Changping said: "I think it's better to stop for the time being. Wei Guo lost [-] cities. If the fight continues, Wei Wang may join Zhao Han to attack Qin."

Zhao Zheng was noncommittal, and looked at Li Si with his shallow eyes.

Li Sidao: "The minister seconded the proposal."

Zhao Zheng's attitude was still unclear, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking: "Decree to the ministers, and the court will discuss it in three days."

"Yes."

Li Si and Mr. Changping withdrew.

The hall fell into silence again.

Zhao Zheng cleared his throat slightly, "Sir, how are you doing?"

The voice was soft and clear, completely different from the dullness just now.Ying Zheng has come to his senses, he was amused by Zhao Zheng's change of face, he is still a bit childish after all, it looks like he is asking him for a compliment.

"The Tao is invisible, and its use is unknowable." Ying Zheng praised without hesitation, and nodded slightly, "Yes."

Zhao Zhengdao: "Shouldn't the student deserve a reward?"

"Your Majesty the Ninth Five-Year King, do you still need a reward?"

"Need. Only sir can give me this reward." Zhao Zheng walked over and pulled Ying Zheng up from his seat, taking off the mask on his face by the way.

Ying Zheng felt that his back was gently pressed against his hands, and a domineering yet humble force pushed him towards the bedroom.

Ying Zheng suddenly remembered Zhao Zheng's request with unknown motives. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhao Zheng whisper in his ear: "The students are sleepy."

Ying Zheng turned his head to the side to refuse, but his gaze suddenly fell into a pair of clear but deep eyes.Zhao Zheng seemed not to have expected Ying Zheng's actions, and a hint of wanting to cover up flashed in his eyes at that moment, but he was relieved, and he didn't hide the deep calculation at all, and sighed softly: "Sir, accompany me."

This sound was like a sigh, and it sounded like they were discussing, but they could not be refused.

Ying Zheng said, "What if I don't agree?"

Zhao Zheng narrowed his eyes: "Then tie up Mr. and accompany me."

Ying Zheng shook his head and laughed, which was just like his temperament.

Zhao Zheng blinked, and pushed Ying Zheng to the side of the bed, with a hint of success: "Sir, rest first, students go to take a shower and change clothes."

Ying Zheng's heart skipped a beat for no reason, his breath fluttered, and he picked up the bamboo slips on the small case: "You go."

After Zhao Zheng left, Ying Zheng looked at this familiar place with a sense of loss in his heart.His gaze inadvertently fell on the bamboo slips in his hand, and he saw three words, Yue Ren Song.

It's Zhao Zheng's handwriting.

Ying Zheng immediately closed the bamboo slips.

He Xixi tonight, rushing in the boat.

What day is today, I have to be in the same boat with the prince.

To be ashamed and disgusting, not to be ashamed.

I was so upset that I learned of the prince.

There are wood in the mountains and branches in the wood, and the heart is happy and the king does not know.

The tune of this song rang in his mind instantly.

When I was traveling around the world, I traveled to Xiaoxiang, and it happened to be a full moon night in late autumn.He was reviewing the playing book by the window of the dragon boat, but suddenly heard a faint singing.

At that time, the vast river stretched as far as the eye could see, and all I could see was the moonlight like silver frost. A small boat lay across the river, just in the middle of the moon shadow.Someone on the boat sang softly, the singing voice was faint, sometimes distant and sometimes near, the sound was humming.

Holding the bamboo slips in his hand, he was reminded of many memories by the singing, so he asked Zhao Gao who was serving beside him what tune it was.Zhao Gao came out of the hidden palace and climbed all the way to the position of CRRC Fuling. He naturally knew about these low-level music.Zhao Gao replied respectfully: "This is a Yue people's song, which is about a man's love for another man."

Coincidentally, at that time, the voice of a clear boy was also singing.

Ying Zheng thought it was interesting and asked Zhao Gao to elaborate.

Zhao Gao lowered his eyebrows and said: "E Junzi is the younger brother of the King of Chu. One day he was traveling on a boat. A Yue man who admired him sang to him with a paddle in his hand. Jun E was so moved by his singing that he was translated into a song of Chu. Knowing that it was the Yue people who poured out their words of love, not only did they not get angry, but they embraced and slept together with the Yue people."

Ying Zheng laughed softly, "Is there such a thing?"

Zhao Wengao said in a high voice: "Yes. Zhuang Xin, the later doctor of the Chu State, passed by on the ceremony of Lord Xiangcheng of the State of Chu, and he was very happy. Being rude and ignoring it, Zhuang Xin washed his hands, and told the story of the Yueren Song to Lord Xiangcheng, and Lord Xiangcheng shook hands with him after listening."

It's just a story, so let Ying Zheng listen to it.It's just that the singing sound is remembered clearly, and I can still remember it clearly when I occasionally recall it in the years to come.

Ying Zheng didn't even notice it, so he hummed softly along with the tune.

When Zhao Zheng returned to the dormitory, what he heard was this low-pitched singing, and his footsteps stopped suddenly.

The singing voice is clear, not full of admiration as in the lines, but with an indescribable melancholy.

Zhao Zheng supported the screen, walked out quietly, and looked at the person on the bed.

Ying Zheng also noticed him, and the moment he raised his eyes, it was like the moonlight falling on the boundless cold river, clear and cold, yet gentle.There was the same gentle and faint smile on his lips: "Why don't you make a sound?"

Standing in the dim light and shadow under the curtain, Zhao Zheng couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only hear a low and melancholy voice: "Sir."

Ying Zheng beckoned lightly, his eyes still on the bamboo slips: "Come here."

Zhao Zheng stepped out from the shadows, wearing a white undershirt and a soft white robe casually over the outside, and his long hair dripping water from time to time behind him.

He sat across from Yingzheng, wiped his hair with a thin silk, and a light blush appeared on his fair neck: "It's the first time I've heard this poem, it's so good."

"First time hearing it?"

"Well. This kind of song is not allowed in the palace."

Ying Zheng seemed to have just remembered such a thing, yes, indeed.He nodded and withdrew his thoughts thoughtfully.

"Why can you sing, sir?" Zhao Zheng lay on the desk, his chin resting on his folded arms, and his shallow eyes looked at Ying Zheng, beautiful and cunning: "It doesn't seem like you can sing this kind of song, sir." people."

Ying Zheng didn't know what he meant, so he joined the army: "Your Majesty doesn't seem like someone who can read this kind of poem."

Not only did he read it, but he also wrote it with his own hands, and it was fine after he wrote it, and put it on the table beside the couch, blatantly, for fear that he would not see it.

Zhao Zhengdao: "I'm just curious, sir, the Yue people sing..."

As he spoke, he covered his lips with some restraint and cleared his throat, "The song is..."

The corners of the young man's eyes were covered with a thin layer of crimson, and he didn't know how to secretly confide his heart to the person in front of him.

He originally pretended to be embarrassed, but at this moment, he couldn't tell the difference.

"It's about the love between men?" Ying Zheng answered calmly.

"Yes..." Zhao Zheng was waiting for this sentence, and he looked at Ying Zheng almost tentatively, "What do you think, sir?"

Ying Zheng said thoughtfully, "It's not proper."

Looking at Zhao Zheng's gloomy eyes, he added casually: "However, etiquette is one thing, and affection is another."

Zhao Zheng raised his head in a daze, and found that his husband was looking at him.Those eyes were indescribably gloomy and deep.The moment he met this line of sight, the original joy faded away. He felt as if his mind had been pryed out, so he couldn't help but whispered: "Sir."

Ying Zheng turned his eyes away, "Your Majesty is still young, and it is inevitable to have a first love. Thinking about it in the future, it may be a good memory."

"Really?" Zhao Zheng said sadly, "Mr. also had someone he liked?"

"Me?" Ying Zheng looked at the warm sunshine outside the window, "Never before."

So he doesn't understand what Zhao Zheng feels like, he doesn't know what it's like to love someone.He couldn't help but be a little curious: "It is said that my wife likes to hear the sound of tearing silk, so Xia Jie asked people to tear countless exquisite silks to pieces one by one for her to listen to. Beauty is really a thing of subjugation, and the king cannot accept it."

Zhao Zhengdao: "Mr. is very right. Compared with conquering a person, conquering these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains is more fascinating."

He paused while speaking, "However."

Ying Zheng turned to look at him: "However?"

Zhao Zheng bowed his head, a strand of hair fell to the side of his face, the sun shone on his face, so white it was almost covered with a layer of delicate light.He unfolded the bamboo slips of Yue Renge, and said with a smile, "However, when love comes, it's another matter."

The author has something to say: Yue Ren Song translation:

What a night it is tonight I am roaming the river in a small boat.

What day is it today to be able to go boating with the prince.

Thanks to the prince for looking up to me, don't dislike me and scold me just because I am a Zhouzi.

The mind is in turmoil, because I can get to know the prince.

There are trees on the mountain, and the trees have branches. I like you in my heart, but you don't know it.