I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

Three days later, Xinzheng.

Ying Zheng woke up early as usual, with an empty stomach, and was about to go out for something to eat, when he heard Zhang Liang's knock on the door: "Brother Wei, are you awake? Brother Wei?"

Ying Zheng stood up in his clothes, his injured hand was pulled, he subconsciously frowned, got up and opened the door.

Zhang Liang was standing at the door with a food box. When he saw Ying Zheng, he said happily, "Are you awake? The cook in the house has made some snacks, please send some here."

"Yeah." Ying Zheng turned around and wanted to go back to the house, but was stopped by Zhang Liang: "Brother Wei, I brought someone here."

Zhang Liang pointed to the left with his finger, Ying Zheng followed his guidance and looked over, there was a man standing at the stairs in the corner of the corridor, he was a tall and thin man.

The man saw him and bowed his sleeves.

Zhang Liang hurriedly waved at the man: "Come on! Come here!"

The man hesitated for a moment before walking out of the shadows. He was a gentle young man with a green shirt and a short crown, a little dark circles under his eyes, and he was thinner. When he walked over, his clothes were blown by the corridor wind, which seemed to be a fairy tale. .

It seems like a reunion in a lifetime, with the same demeanor as before.Ying Zheng looked upright, arched his sleeves and saluted solemnly: "Mr. Han Fei."

Han Feiwen lowered his eyes quietly, stopped Ying Zheng with his hands, and said politely, "How nice to receive this gift, we are all friends."

When he spoke, he was soft and gentle, gentle and elegant, lighter than the spring breeze, and his brows were light, like a spring mountain in the mist and rain. In short, he had a very easy-going appearance.

However, what he wrote was completely different.The most important relationships in Confucianism, monarchs and ministers, father and son, husband and wife, and brothers, all become naked and bloody interests and calculations in his works, and the veil of whitewashing is lifted, revealing intrigue and life and death.No one has ever said that human nature is inherently evil so straightforwardly and calmly like Han Fei. [1]

For a person who has such a thorough insight into human nature, it is hard to imagine that he would be so indifferent to the world.

And yet it is.

Ying Zheng insisted on saluting Han Fei.

"It's not good enough, the young master is injured, let's eat first." Han Fei smiled gently.

"Sir, please come in." Ying Zheng raised his hand to invite Han Fei in.

Han Fei bowed politely and entered together with Ying Zheng.

Zhang Liang, who was carrying the food box behind him, was very dissatisfied: "No, brother Wei, you are so polite to Han Fei, and you are like a little kid to me. Why? It's not fair!"

Ying Zheng and Han Fei sat down opposite each other, beckoning to Zhang Liang like a boy: "Come here and serve the dishes."

Zhang Liang: "..."

Zhang Liang reluctantly walked over and arranged the food one by one, Ying Zheng glanced at it: "No wine?"

Zhang Liang rolled his eyes: "You still want to drink after being so hurt?"

Ying Zheng was noncommittal: "Isn't that Mr. Neglect?"

Zhang Liang snorted disdainfully: "He, he can't even touch a drop of wine, he gets drunk when he touches it, and he doesn't even know if he's sold out! Drink tea, I'll cook it."

"Come on, you go get the tea set." Ying Zheng pointed to a cabinet.

Han Fei still smiled wearily, and said in a soft voice, "Young Master, can you cook tea?"

Ying Zheng said modestly, "If you know a thing or two, show your shame."

Han Fei smiled and said, "My lord is humble."

Zhang Liang quickly brought the tea set, and Ying Zheng was still cooking smoothly while cooking tea with one hand, Han Fei watched quietly without speaking.

In the corridor outside the window, the petals of the magnolia tree fell on the floor, and the wind blew over, and the wind chimes under the eaves jingled.

Han Fei raised his head and looked over, his thin neck and shoulders formed a soft line, and when he smiled, even the dark circles under his eyes were much softer: "Young master is ingenious to make wind chimes with Baisui lock."

Ying Zheng poured the tea into the glass cup, and couldn't help thinking of Zhao Zheng who was coming the day after tomorrow. He lowered his eyes and said, "I saw it in Xinzheng East City, and I miss it, so I bought one back."

"See things and think about people." Han Fei still whispered softly, "Since someone was assassinated last night, why don't you move out, my son, it's dangerous to live here."

Ying Zheng said: "It's okay to put it to death and live later."

Han Fei smiled, shook his head and said nothing.The three of them had dinner together, and chatted casually and casually during the dinner. It happened that today was the day when Ying Zheng asked Zhang Liang to go for a walk in the suburbs of the city, and Han Fei also participated.

The outskirts of Xinzheng is a piece of fertile and fertile land. It is hot summer, and there are many people on the ridges of the fields watering the crops and weeding.

Zhang Liang grew up in the prime minister's mansion, he had never been to this rural place, so he couldn't help frowning.

Ying Zheng walked into a field, leaned over and picked up a handful of weeds, and threw them to Zhang Liang.

"Ah?" Zhang Liang immediately understood what he meant, and said dumbfounded, "Brother Wei, you didn't ask me to weed, did you?!"

Ying Zheng nodded noncommittally, and gave him a piece of gold: "Go."

"!" Zhang, penniless, with nothing to worry about, Liang bowed his head to the evil forces, "It's easy to say! Why don't we just pull the grass? It's a trivial matter! Look at me!"

Zhang Liang burrowed into the ground, his efficiency comparable to that of a humanoid weeder.

Ying Zheng and Han Fei stood under the locust tree on the side of the ridge and watched from a distance. The white locust blossoms were everywhere.

The delicate wind blew over, and it was cool and refreshing. Han Fei brushed the broken flowers on his temples, and took out a Tao Xun: "What songs do you like to listen to, my lord?"

"Poetry is for self-entertainment, Mr. Han Fei just enjoy it."

Han Fei paused and smiled: "Young master is right."

Tao Xun let out a leisurely and melodious sound, which was blown to the sky by the wind.Numerous white petals rose up, brushed the green grass buds, and piled into the ridges of the field.

"Happiness is the voice of the heart, Mr. Huai's talents are not met, and he is depressed."

The sound of the xun stopped abruptly, and Han Fei took Tao Xun down: "How can you hear it, my lord?"

He played Zheng Di's poem "Wind and Rain", which sang about the joy of a woman seeing her lover on a stormy night.

I don't know why this Mr. Wei thinks he is depressed.

Ying Zheng said: "Tao Xun's voice is mournful, mostly the voice of mourners. Using it, sir, has already revealed his inner voice."

Han Fei suddenly smiled: "So that's the case."

It really came to his heart.

There was only silence in the field, and after a while, Zhang Liang crawled out from the ground, half of his clothes were covered with grass clippings and dust, and there were two wriggling chubby caterpillars hanging on his feet.

He spit out the dust in his mouth and piled the weeds on the ground, his whole body was about to fall apart, and he couldn't keep up his breath: "No...I'm pulling weeds in the field...Why are you two playing here? Xiaoqu'er is blowing a little wind... Are you angry with me? Huh?"

Han Fei held back a smile and handed him a finely carved gourd: "Drink some water first."

"..." Zhang Liang pulled out the cork and drank most of it down, feeling that he had recovered half of his life, and collapsed on the ground like a dead fish, motionless.

Ying Zheng looked at the many figures who were busy in the fields, and said with a smile, "How do you feel?"

Zhang Liang looked up at the sky: "...I don't think my father is so unpleasant now."

At least he was well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child. Although he sometimes had to cook and wash by himself, he hadn't done the hard work of going to the fields.

Ying Zheng said, "Stand up."

After collecting all the money, Zhang Liang reluctantly stood up, hugging the tree next to Ying Zheng, afraid that he would let him weed again, and murmured, "Stand up."

"See what?"

Zhang Liang followed Ying Zheng's gaze, "Crops, houses, mountains, people..."

"who?"

"Who else is there? Aren't they all farmers..." Zhang Liang paused and narrowed his eyes.At a glance, there are endless fields, and the farmers far and near, [-]% of them are women, children and the elderly.

During the busy farming season, men are the main force in the family, but as far as the eye can see, there are very few men, and even if there are, they are missing arms and legs.

"This..." He suddenly understood that these men had all survived the battlefield.

Those who failed to survive, of course, only the elderly, women and children were farming.

"Wang Yu Xingshi, repair my spear." Han Fei sighed in a low voice, "Since King Ping of Zhou moved to the east, various countries have risen one after another, fighting each other, more than 500 years of war, more than 140 vassal states, annexed to seven countries today. The world is everywhere. The people are devastated, and the people are in dire straits, and they will soon be unable to withstand the chaos of war."

How many people have died in these 500 years, from ordinary people who are not known to famous princes and generals.Only when the war ends quickly, can everyone disarm and return to the fields and share a family relationship.

Han Fei looked at Ying Zheng: "Mr. Wei said so?"

Ying Zheng looked at the distant mountains with his hands behind his back, and the white petals brushed his side face: "Yes."

Han Fei was still so smart, he saw through the purpose of bringing Zhang Liang here, said what he wanted to say, and even quoted Qin's poems subtly.

That's why he was in no hurry to see Han Fei after he had been in Xinzheng for so long.Even a king would be afraid of someone who was too smart. He wanted to save Han Fei, but he didn't intend to reuse him.Perhaps such a person can only be found in the books and slips.

In fact, Zhang Liang didn't necessarily understand his purpose, he just knew it in his heart and pretended to be stupid, but Han Fei, he knew it in his heart and he knew it in his mouth.

Han Fei said: "Young Master Wei, let Zhang Liang think about it."

"Mr. Han Fei is serious." Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Liang, "I just hope that he can have some insights and have a good chat with Prime Minister Zhang. There is no overnight feud between father and son."

After all, Zhao Zheng is coming soon, and Zhang Liang has not returned to the prime minister's mansion, so staying with him will inevitably be troublesome.Although he does mean something else.

Han Fei just smiled and looked at Zhang Liang.

Seeing that both of them were looking at him, Zhang Liang scratched his head and pretended to be stupid: "If it rains at this time, will they be able to rest?"

Han Fei: "Weeding is even more important when it rains."

Zhang Liang: "..."

Will I die if I don't dismantle my desk for a day? !

"Rain is related to the harvest, and it is much more important than weeding." Ying Zheng looked at the scorching sun in the shade, "Then let it rain."

Zhang Liang: "?"

After half a cup of tea.

A heavy rain came pouring down.

Under the curtain of rain, the field is a rich and clear green.

At the same time, in Xinzheng City, a boy in white holding an umbrella stopped in front of a door.

The gate is locked, and there are white magnolias protruding from the wall in the yard, and the flower branches undulate gently in the rain.Zhao Zheng raised his hand and broke off a branch, the water droplets fell on half of the white sleeve, and the red trim at the bottom of the sleeve was bright scarlet.

The plainclothes secret guard beside him reminded: "We have found out, Mr. Wei, Zhang Liang, and Han Fei have gone to the suburbs of Xinzheng."

"En." Zhao Zheng responded lightly: "What are you going to do?"

"Zhang Liang was weeding in the field for a while, Mr. Wei and Han Fei stood aside and watched. They are coming back, and it will take time for a cup of tea."

Zhao Zheng's slightly curled eyelashes were originally drooping, but they were lifted slightly upon hearing this.He gave the umbrella in his hand to the secret guard, still indifferent: "Go down."

"Here, my lord, you will catch a cold if you get wet in the rain." The secret guard reminded bravely, but happened to meet Zhao Zheng's cold gaze, took the umbrella instantly, and whispered: "Your servant will leave."

After finishing speaking, the secret guard took an umbrella and disappeared into the alley under the rain.

Only Zhao Zheng was left standing under the eaves thoughtfully, staring at the moss on the wall.

After a cup of tea.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the courtyard.

The heavy rain continued. Ying Zheng, who came back from the outskirts of the city, came down with an umbrella. Just as he was about to turn around and let Zhang Liang and Han Fei come down, he suddenly met the boy in white at the entrance of the alley.

Zhao Zheng stood in the heavy rain and held an umbrella. At the corner of the alley, he could see this side without being easily noticed.His light amber eyes looked wet in the rain, and he looked at Ying Zheng for a moment.

Ying Zheng met his eyes through the rain, but before he could react, Zhang Liang jumped out of the carriage with Han Fei, took his arm very naturally, and took Han Fei straight to the umbrella Hidden underneath: "Oh, brother Wei, why didn't you hit me a little! I got soaked and it cost you money for treatment! I said the rain was too heavy... eh? Brother Wei, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Ying Zheng turned around and imperceptibly blocked Zhang Liang, "Go rest with Mr. Han Fei first."

Han Fei said: "I'm about to go back home, so I won't bother Mr. Wei."

"Then what, I'll see you off..." Zhang Liang stammered, "By the way, go back to the prime minister's mansion to have a look."

Knowing that he was going to see Zhang Ping, the prime minister, Ying Zheng asked the coachman to take the two of them back.

When the carriage went away, Zhao Zheng was no longer around the corner, and Ying Zheng walked over with an umbrella.

As soon as he turned the corner of the alley, he saw Zhao Zheng standing under the shadow of a clump of trees.There are high walls on both sides, the ground is covered with bluestone slabs, and the river at the end can be seen at a glance.The heavy rain washed Zhao Zheng's figure into a clear and hazy figure, and a layer of light water color fainted in his eyes.He said childishly: "The widow is not happy."

Ying Zheng laughed, and even used modesty, it seemed that he was really unhappy.He said, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Zheng raised his eyes, his eyelashes were steamed, and said in frustration, "Mr. won't understand."

Then Ying Zheng has no other choice, coaxing people is really not his strong point.He said: "Then how can you be happy, my lord?"

"..." Zhao Zheng hesitated for a moment, "Then, Mr. Na, repeat what you just said."

Ying Zheng: "...how can I be happy?"

Zhao Zheng was silent.

Ying Zheng understood: "My king?"

Zhao Zheng's eyes lit up.

Ying Zheng held back his smile, "Do you like this sentence?"

"..." Zhao Zheng was silent for a while.

Ying Zheng already understood Zhao Zheng's thoughts, he knew this guy's temper too well.

He couldn't help laughing: "Then do you want to go back and change your clothes, my lord?"

"..." Zhao Zheng noticed that the hem of his clothes was soaked by the rain, but remembered that Han Fei and Zhang Liang might be at Mr.'s place, so he refused again: "No."

"Oh." Ying Zheng lowered his head and kicked a small white flower emerging from the green brick, "Your Majesty really won't go?"

Zhao Zheng remained silent.

Ying Zheng sighed: "I also prepared snacks and Xinzheng's clothes for the king. If the king doesn't come, I will give them to Zhang Haohao."

Zhao Zheng immediately raised his head and said forcefully, "No."

Ying Zheng: "Huh?"

Zhao Zheng grabbed Ying Zheng's hand and pulled him out of the alley. He was about to turn right when Ying Zheng grabbed him: "Wrong way, my lord, this way."

After leaving the alley, Ying Zheng dragged Zhao Zheng back to his residence.Zhao Zheng took a hot bath and changed into the clean clothes that Ying Zheng prepared for him.

This is Xinzheng's style. The outer cloak is removed from the tight-sleeved robe. It is a very common Hu-style blue dress, but it looks better when worn on Zhao Zheng.

"Sir, do you know my size?" The clothes were made according to his size, and he knew it as soon as he put them on.Zhao Zheng straightened his cuffs, and the depression in his heart eased a lot.

"I asked the Shaofu." Ying Zheng held the tea, but didn't drink it, and looked at Zhao Zheng for a moment.

Zhao Zheng wearing this suit gave him a completely different feeling from wearing King Qin's formal attire.

Zhao Zheng didn't notice his gaze. He lowered his head and straightened his collar. After a pause, he raised his head and said, "Aren't Han Fei and Zhang Liang here?"

Ying Zheng brought the teacup to his lips: "They all went back."

He pushed the cakes on the table in front of Zhao Zheng: "Xinzheng's desserts are good, try them."

Zhao Zheng wasn't interested in this, but he couldn't refuse his kindness. He picked it up and tasted it, and took another bite.

After a while, he ate the whole plate of dim sum.

It was the first time Yingzheng saw him eating so unreservedly, so he silently gave him the tea in his hand: "You...didn't eat on the way?"

Zhao Zheng was so full of cheeks that he looked at him like a hamster.After a moment of silence, he turned around suddenly, swallowed the pastry with the tea, then turned around, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said reservedly: "Well, I've waited too long, I'm a little hungry."

Then there was a hiccup.

Ying Zheng: "..."

Zhao Zheng: "..."

Ying Zheng felt that Zhao Zheng was inexplicably cute, so he couldn't help but brought out another plate of pastries, "Do you still want to eat?"

What's the matter seeing him eat so satisfyingly?

Zhao Zheng looked at the various exquisite pastries, pursed his lips, and finally bowed his head to the evil forces.

This time he chewed slowly and ate very reservedly.

Ying Zheng just stared at him to eat, he found that Zhao Zheng was so cute from his fingers to his lips, even the cake crumbs on his mouth became cute.

Seeing that Zhao Zheng finished eating another plate, Ying Zheng took out another snack that Zhao Zheng hadn't eaten before, and looked at him expectantly: "Do you still want to eat?"

Zhao Zheng: "..."

Sir are you feeding the pigs?

"Don't eat? Then accept..."

"Sir." Zhao Zheng stopped Ying Zheng who got up, snatched the plate from him, took a piece of crystal cake, and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

Ying Zheng folded his arms on the table and looked at him contentedly: "When will the king go back?"

Zhao Zheng ate slowly: "I lied to them that I fasted for ten days, and I can only stay here for six days after deducting the travel delay."

Six days was a long time, Ying Zheng began to think about how to get rid of Zhang Liang after hearing this.Han Fei is fine, he wouldn't come here without Zhang Liang's urging, the point is still Zhang Liang, this kid is too naughty, he's a monkey, he might suddenly...

"Brother Wei! Open the door!"

"..."

If it wasn't for ruining his image, Ying Zheng really wanted to roll Zhang Liang's eyes.

Zhao Zheng squinted his eyes and looked out the window, "I'm going to the dormitory, sir, please see him."

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the dormitory, and suddenly turned back after a few steps, taking away the snacks on the table.

"Brother Wei!" As soon as he opened the door, Zhang Liang threw a stack of medicine bags in front of Ying Zheng, "Your medicine is finished, I just caught it for you!"

Ying Zheng: "..."

Zhang Liang: "Young Master Wei? You don't look very happy?"

"No." Ying Zheng took the medicine, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes! I was beaten up again by my father! So I came here to go... Hey, Brother Wei, you seem to be even more unhappy...?"

Zhao Zheng wanted to hide this matter from the past, and Zhang Liang couldn't rush out. Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Haohao for a while, and then he looked at Zhang Liang: "Brother Wei, what happened?"

"It's nothing." Ying Zheng turned around with the medicine in hand, "Come in, there's someone at home, just for you to get to know each other."

Zhang Liang became interested: "Who is it? Is it the King of Qin? He couldn't bear the pain of lovesickness, and came to you secretly?"

"..." Ying Zheng paused, looked up at the bedroom window, and saw a piece of blue clothes, Zhao Zheng was standing by the window.

At that moment, he really wanted to slap Zhang Liang.

He turned back and said patiently, "No, it's my cousin."

"Ah, cousin?" Zhang Liang was very disappointed. "To be honest, Brother Wei, I don't think you are the one who would wear a green scarf to King Qin. There must be a misunderstanding between you!"

Ying Zheng: "Shut up."

"I'm right!" Zhang Liang jumped, "So why on earth did he drive you out? He doesn't love you anymore, is he tired of you? If this is the case, then he is a heartless man, Brother Wei! For you With this tone, I will not go to Qin to work for him!"

"..."

Already on the second floor, Ying Zheng breathed out for a while before opening the door, then turned back and said patiently to Zhang Liang: "My cousin is relatively simple, don't say these words in front of him, eh?"

Zhang Liang immediately raised his hand and swore: "Don't worry! I will never teach children badly!"

Ying Zheng: "He is three years older than you."

Zhang Liang: "Don't worry! I will never teach big brother bad!"

……

Ying Zheng wanted to tell him a few words, but the door behind him suddenly opened.Standing in the clear light, Zhao Zheng handed the plate of snacks to Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang was taken aback by his sudden appearance, and hid away. After seeing it clearly, he immediately picked up the item, "Brother Wei's cousin, right! I'm next to Zhang Liang, nice to meet you!"

Zhao Zheng looked at him innocently: "Zhao Ying, nice to meet you."

After speaking, he looked at Ying Zheng: "Cousin, I want to eat the dim sum I ate earlier."

Ying Zheng: "Not anymore."

Zhao Zheng: "Then cousin go buy it? I want to play with Zhang Liang for a while."

Zhang Liang: "Coincidentally! Can you play chess? No one plays chess with me recently, it's so boring!"

Zhao Zheng nodded: "Yes." He said as if to push Ying Zheng out: "Cousin will go buy some other food and come back later."

Ying Zheng: "..."

When he walked out of the door, Ying Zheng looked back anxiously, only to see Zhao Zheng and Zhang Liang sitting opposite each other on the window sill, holding a cup of tea in their hands, looking very cute.

But he knew that Zhao Zheng was definitely trying to trick Zhang Liang.

Zhao Zheng also saw him, waved at him, and then looked at Zhang Liang sincerely: "I heard you say in the yard before, cousin and King Qin...well, what happened to them?"

"You don't know?" Zhang Liang was very surprised, "Everyone in the six kingdoms knows that your cousin belongs to King Qin..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Liang recalled Ying Zheng's instructions, and felt that Zhao Ying was so simple, it was not good to say it directly, so he changed his way of tact: "They are good brothers! They are so good that they sleep in the same bed!"

"Sleeping together? That's fine."

"Hey, what I'm talking about is not ordinary sleeping. You can still hug Qingqing and me. You understand? Don't worry if you don't understand! Children, don't listen to this, it's not good for your health!"

Zhao Zheng: "... I don't really understand."

Zhang Liang really wanted to push his head and give him a science introduction, "You are three years older than me, don't you understand these things?"

Zhao Zheng continued to pretend to be stupid: "If you tell me about them, maybe I will understand."

Zhang Liang patted the table: "This is my strength! Wait, I'll get the chess and wine!"

·

On the street, a slender young man in purple walked quietly in the rain under an umbrella.

The usually bustling streets of Xinzheng were deserted, and the young man walked into a dim sum shop.

There were too many tricks, and he picked some that looked particularly delicate. When he paid the money and walked out the door, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure flashing into the alley from the wall beside him.

Holding a lacquer box in one hand and an umbrella in the other, Ying Zheng glanced in as he walked through the alley, only seeing the bluestone road extending deep and several magnolias sticking out of the wall.

He couldn't help frowning.

When he returned to his residence, Zhang Liang had been drunk by Zhao Zheng, the chess game on the table was in a mess, chess pieces were scattered everywhere, and the empty wine jug rolled to his feet.Zhang Liang was still muttering something, "I'll tell you, if I really go to Qin and see Zhao Zheng, I'll be the first one to beat Brother Wei up... hiccup..."

Zhao Zheng sat calmly in the mess, looked at Zhang Liang with his chin resting on his hands, and then his eyes fell on Ying Zheng again, his brows and eyes were raised, and he smiled like a little fox.

Ying Zheng put down his things in an orderly manner, put the wine jar away, then dragged Zhang Liang by his collar to the third floor and threw him into the study room, then slammed the door shut.

After returning to the second floor, he looked at Zhao Zheng: "What nonsense did he say?"

Zhao Zhengruo said nonchalantly, "I told some stories about King Qin and Young Master Wei."

Yingzheng's eyelids twitched: "It's all rumors in the market, just listen to it."

Zhao Zheng nodded: "Mr. is right."

Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of tea, and then heard Zhao Zheng say, "I suddenly feel that liking men is quite interesting."

Ying Zheng stopped drinking tea completely: "What?"

Zhao Zheng looked at him: "If I like men, will my husband scold me?"

Ying Zheng put down the glazed cup and adjusted his breathing invisibly.

Zhao Zheng: "Sir, why are you so nervous?"

Ying Zheng: "...I haven't."

"Have."

"..."

He just didn't expect Zhao Zhenghui to put this matter on the table so quickly, and after thinking for a while, he said, "It's okay to like men, don't delay the big things, um. You still need an heir."

Zhao Zheng lacked interest: "There is Zhao Xian, and I don't like women."

Ying Zheng: "..."

What if the child does not listen?Is it a direct hit or a direct hit?

"Just kidding—what did you buy me, sir?" Zhao Zheng turned his attention to the food box that Ying Zheng brought back, and changed the subject.

Even so, there was no curiosity in his expression, obviously he didn't care what was in the box.

"You probably won't be able to eat some new snacks. You are tired from the journey, so go and sleep for a while."

Zhao Zheng was pushed into the bedroom by him.The windows were closed and the curtains were drawn, the light was blue and dim, almost blending with Zhao Zheng's clothes.Zhao Zheng was about to untie his clothes when he suddenly turned to look at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng was helping him burn incense before the case, and just closed the golden carved lid, "What's the matter? Don't you like this?"

Zhao Zheng shook his head.

"Then go to sleep." Ying Zheng walked to the door and closed it. Just one palm away, Zhao Zheng looked at him and said quietly, "Sir, what's your name?"

Outside the door, Ying Zheng's movements suddenly froze, and he looked at Zhao Zheng.In the faint blue light, Zhao Zheng's eyes shone with a clear light, very calm, even a little abnormally calm.He was waiting for Ying Zheng to give him an answer.

Ying Zheng said, "Is it very important?"

Zhao Zheng said in a low voice: "It's very important. Because..."

"Because of what?"

Zhao Zheng lowered his eyes: "Because I suddenly discovered that I seem to have never known Mr., and I don't even know Mr.'s real name. On the contrary, Mr. knows me like he knows himself."

"My surname is Zhao too."

Zhao Zheng looked up: "What?"

"Ying's surname is Zhao, which is of the same origin as your ancestor."

Zhao Zheng narrowed his eyes lightly, and suddenly figured out something. He looked at Ying Zheng in a daze for a moment: "So... sir is also the king of Qin? The uniform worn by the master in real body is somewhat similar to that of the king of Qin."

Ying Zheng: "No."

"Isn't it?" Zhao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "No..."

The state of Qin has only been called king since King Huiwen, and the uniforms have changed. After King Wulie, King Zhaoxiang, King Xiaowen, and King Zhuangxiang, he is the sixth King of Qin. No matter who the husband is, he is incompatible with him Neglected kinship.If this is the case, then he has violated the taboo of human relations, which is intolerable.

Just thinking about it, Zhao Zheng turned pale.

Ying Zheng also guessed what he was thinking, so he went into the room and closed the door: "Can you still sleep?"

Zhao Zheng shook his head frankly, he still had lingering fears, and couldn't help but grabbed the clothes on Ying Zheng's chest, "Sir, are you really not the King of Qin?"

Ying Zheng knew that as long as he said yes, all Zhao Zheng's feelings for him would collapse in the ethics. He no longer had to worry about Zhao Zheng liking him, and he no longer had to worry about his heirs.

Just say yes, just one word, and there will be no trouble at all.

But Ying Zheng found that he couldn't say such a simple word.Even his body responded before his thoughts—he shook his head slightly.

Zhao Zheng's face turned red at that moment, his eyes sparkled, and he stretched out his arms to hug Ying Zheng. The strength was very light at first, and then became tighter and tighter, as if he was afraid that he would run away: " ...Students don't ask anymore, no matter who the husband is or what his name is, I like him."

Zhao Zheng trembled slightly in his arms, and Ying Zheng stroked his back lightly, unable to say anything.

He didn't want to see Zhao Zheng sad, and he didn't want to see Zhao Zheng's love built up with eight years of waiting be crushed by one word.This is the student he taught, it is the King of Qin, and it is himself.He knew too well what Zhao Zheng needed, what he was afraid of, and what he cared about.

The more this is the case, the more you can't be cruel.

Ying Zheng sighed invisibly, and in the silence, the door was suddenly opened.

"Hi..." Zhang Liang was holding the wine jar, standing outside the door with drunken eyes, "Brother Wei, I suddenly remembered... eh? Why are you hugging each other?"

"..."

Ying Zheng: "Cousin is dizzy. Are you okay?"

"Ah, it's nothing serious. I just remembered that the day after tomorrow is Xinzheng's summer festival. It just so happens that your cousin is here. Let's go out and play together? There is no curfew that day. You can go to the lantern market and watch the floats. There will be a lot of delicious food. of!"

Ying Zheng didn't want to get involved with these things with Zhao Zheng, but Zhang Liang's last sentence moved him.

You can feed Zhao Zheng with a lot of delicious food, which is very good.Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Zheng and asked him what he meant. Zhao Zheng somehow felt that his husband was looking forward to him, so he tentatively asked, "Then let's go together...?"

Ying Zheng nodded reservedly, "Okay."

then……

Summer Festival, on the streets of Xinzheng.

Zhao Zheng held a basket in his arms, and the basket was filled with all kinds of food. Ying Zheng walked in front and put box after box of candied fruit into the basket, "This one should be good, and this, this, this... ..."

Zhao Zheng: "..."

Walking side by side, Zhang Liang and Zhao Zheng reached out to take a box of jerky in the basket. Ying Zheng saw it when he turned around, and knocked his hand away: "Go and buy it yourself."

Zhang Liang: "Oh my god, brother Wei, isn't your brother a pig, can he eat so much? I'm helping him share his worries! Isn't it Zhao Ying?"

Zhao Zheng took a bite of the candied fruit and showed it to Ying Zheng, expressing that he liked it very much, and then... hiccupped.

Ying Zheng: "..."

Zhang Liang: "Look, look! I'm full! Give it to me, give it to me! The honey fruit from this store is so expensive that my father won't even buy it for me!"

"No." Zhao Zheng stood in front of Zhang Liang while Ying Zheng was still picking and picking, and shoved several boxes to him from behind, beckoning him to take them quickly.

While pocketing it with his clothes, Zhang Liang said loudly: "Stingy! You two eat delicious food and drink hot food, and I just came to accompany you on the tour. It's not fair. I am too miserable. My father doesn't love my mother, it's too miserable... "

It wasn't until he couldn't open his clothes that Zhang Liang was holding a bunch of brocade boxes, and like a pregnant woman, he winked at Zhao Zheng, "Brother, I'm leaving first", and ran away in a blink of an eye.

Ying Zheng turned his head and continued to add things to Zhao Zheng's basket. After a pause, he squinted his eyes at the snack that had suddenly become shorter.

Zhao Zheng looked at him aggrievedly: "Sir, Zhang Liang robbed me..."

Ying Zheng: "..."

On the other end, Zhang Liang took his prize and went straight to Han Fei's mansion, and handed everything to the servant at the door: "It's for your son! Is he still writing?"

The servant said respectfully: "Yes."

Zhang Liang deliberately picked up two colorful brocade boxes: "Let him eat this! Deer liver! Bubu! And this, black sesame candy! Hair growth!"

After speaking, he plunged into the crowd again, and not long after, he saw Ying Zheng and Zhao Zheng beside a bridge with grand lanterns.

"Brother Wei!" Zhang Liang shouted from a distance, "Bring me a copy of the lantern!"

By the river, Ying Zheng was standing in front of a row of booths, and was picking up lanterns with Zhao Zheng.

All kinds of lamps were dazzling and colorful. Zhao Zheng took a boat lamp, and Ying Zheng picked the same one as him.

Zhang Liang's voice was drowned in the crowd, and none of them heard it.Many people on the bank were already putting lanterns into the river to pray. Zhao Zheng took Yingzheng to walk downstream, deliberately found a place with few people, and put the lantern into the river. Yingzheng leaned over He squatted down beside him, and put the lamp together.

The two small boats drifted away along the water waves, and finally became a small point, blending into the reflection of the lights.

Zhang Liang also rushed over, threw the lamp into the water, clasped his hands together, and silently made a wish with a snap.Then he looked at the two squatting on the shore: "Have you two made a wish?"

Ying Zheng: "Make a wish?"

Zhao Zheng: "Make a wish?"

Zhang Liang: "Isn't it?! Why do you put up lanterns if you don't make a wish?! Oh, Qin doesn't have this custom, right? I get it! Then make a wish now, before it's too late!"

Ying Zheng thought for a while: "May my king be free from worries."

Zhao Zheng: "May my husband live a long life."

Zhang Liang: "...If you say your wish, it won't work, hey!"

……

After the lanterns were set off, the three of them walked to the busy city together, and returned to the main road leading directly to the Korean royal palace. Zhang Liang clamored to watch the lantern car parade, fearing that it would be late, he dragged them along in a hurry.

On the main road, several huge floats approached, posing in various shapes with lights, each of which tells a story, such as the Suiren family chiseling stones for fire, and the Zhuolu battle between the emperor and Chiyou.

The crowd cheered for a while, and many people squeezed forward desperately in order to occupy the front row.Ying Zheng was afraid that Zhao Zheng would be scattered by the crowd, so he grabbed his hand tightly. Zhao Zheng also subconsciously went to grab Zhang Liang who was next to him, but he caught the wrong person.

He looked around, and in the bustling crowd, the boy in red was nowhere to be seen.

He said to Ying Zheng, "Zhang Liang is gone."

"Missing?" Ying Zheng looked from a distance.