I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

On Xinzheng Street, Wang Ben searched a large circle on the top of the roof wall, and was so angry that he wished to lift the roof under his feet.If it wasn't for the messy planning of Xinzheng's house and the twists and turns in the alleys, he wouldn't have followed people away!

Wang Ben jumped to another roof and looked into the distance.

Suddenly, he found a figure in white on the road leading to Hanwang Palace, walking alone on the side of the road, and he was about to go to the palace gate.

"Fuck!" Wang Ben yelled, "My lord, you are dizzy, that's Han Palace, my God!"

He rushed over quickly, and when he was halfway there, he suddenly stopped.Because he saw Lord Chang'an appearing out of nowhere, parting the crowd domineeringly, grabbing the king and dragging him into a side alley.

Wang Ben: "..."

Mr. Chang'an is too violent... If he messed with the king like this, he would have killed the whole family long ago, right? !

What is this called, proud of being favored? ?

Although his heart was sour, Wang Ben rushed over.

Your Majesty is the precious pearl of their Qin country, and nothing can happen to them!

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The alley was dimly lit.

Ying Zheng dragged Zhao Zheng into the depths, and pressed Zhao Zheng against the wall without refusal, his heart was in a mess.He calmed down his breath, stared at Zhao Zheng, at least he had some thoughts, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know where you were going just now?"

Zhao Zheng closed his eyes slightly, did not look at Ying Zheng, and said in a low voice, "I don't know, I didn't pay attention."

"Han Palace." Ying Zheng restrained himself from getting angry, but he was still a little angry.He was really in a hurry just now, Zhao Zheng walked that way without looking at the road, God knows what will happen.

"Don't you think it's dangerous?"

Zhao Zheng seemed not interested in any topic, and nodded perfunctorily: "Sir, you have taught me a lesson."

Ying Zheng: "..."

For the first time in a long time, Ying Zheng was so angry with him, he smiled angrily, and his negative emotions could not hold back: "I don't quite understand what you think, there is no need to be like this. If you want to do this for this I would be very disappointed if this kind of thing takes life lightly."

Zhao Zheng kept his eyes down, and finally moved when he heard the words. He was a little tired, and looked at Ying Zheng quietly: "Mr. is disappointed, it has nothing to do with me."

"..."

Ying Zheng was once again pissed off by him: "Tell me why it has nothing to do with me."

"Sir, haven't you ever thought that you have too high expectations of me?" Zhao Zheng's voice raised a little, but his tone was still very calm, "I have been working hard and restrained all the time. I have been on the throne since I was 13 years old. I haven't stopped for a moment, and the result is that you are disappointed? Just because I like you more than myself? Do you think this kind of relationship is ridiculous, useless and naive? Do you think I have failed your teaching? ?”

When Zhao Zheng said these words, his brows were very calm, so calm that it was a little abnormal.With a very extreme attitude of a bystander, he opened up what was carefully guarded deep in his heart, and presented it to the people in front of him.

It seemed that with just one word, he would crush this useless feeling to pieces.This is his only weakness, his only weakness, if the husband is really so disappointed in him, then he might as well destroy it with his own hands.

The young man looked at Ying Zheng with reddened eyes.

Ying Zheng felt that Zhao Zheng's temper was inexplicable, but he still asked very rationally, "Why do you think so?"

Zhao Zheng did not answer.

There was a dead silence in the alley.

After a long time, Ying Zheng raised Zhao Zheng's chin: "Listen to me, you may have misunderstood."

He adjusted his slightly disturbed breath, and calmly said: "I never thought your liking was ridiculous, you just said..." Ying Zheng paused, a faint blush appeared behind his ears, his voice was still Very calm: "You said you like me more than yourself, I am very happy."

Zhao Zheng's eyes lit up, and he took a small step forward, but slowly, his expression turned suspicious again, and he still didn't speak.

Ying Zheng didn't notice the look in his eyes. After all, saying this kind of thing almost made him feel wrong. He was fighting against the arrogance and coldness in his bones to force himself to say these words: "It's just that I keep telling you Your safety is more important than myself, so I said some serious things, and I am not really disappointed in you. You have done a good job."

After speaking, Ying Zheng let out a long breath. He didn't want to look at Zhao Zheng's face, nor did he want to know what nonsense he just said.

So wrong.

Ying Zheng felt awkward all over.

He really has never experienced this kind of thing before, and it's not like no one said that he loved him before, but he always forgot after hearing it, and never took it to heart.But when it came to Zhao Zheng, for some reason, he was very concerned about it, and it was fine if he didn't think about it. Just now, when Zhao Zheng refuted him with that attitude, there was only one thought in his mind-does he not like it? me.

This thought almost made him laugh, but inexplicably, that kind of sadness that he hadn't felt for a long time enveloped him again.This kind of sadness is the same as when Zhao Zheng moved out of the other courtyard of Zhao Li's mansion, it is hard to describe - although his expression has always looked calm.

The alley was quiet for a while.

Zhao Zhengliang replied in a low voice for a long time, "I see."

Ying Zheng looked at him.

Just this sentence?

He said so much, just this sentence?

Zhao Zheng couldn't see what kind of emotion it was, his long eyelashes even covered the moisture in his eyes, he blinked lightly, stepped forward to help Ying Zheng straighten his clothes a few times, still clutching the bundle of Ying Zheng's clothes. The magnolia given to him by the government.

In fact, he wanted to say that there is no need for the husband to coax him like this. He is not such a person who cannot withstand rejection, nor does he have to respond.But seeing his husband trying so hard to comfort him, he didn't want to tell the truth.

Maybe I want to deceive myself, maybe I don't want to be too embarrassed, it's okay to pretend that some things didn't happen.

Zhao Zheng untied the hair tie that tied the flowers, and said in a gentle voice, "Sir, it came out with loose hair. Students, please tie it up for you."

Ying Zheng was baffled and didn't know why the topic suddenly became like this, but he turned around and let Zhao Zheng talk.

This is a great way to relieve embarrassment.

Zhao Zheng's expression darkened, and he smoothed Ying Zheng's long hair with his fingers, carefully parted it, and tied some of it with a hair tie.

The movement is very gentle.

With Ying Zheng's back turned to him, Zhao Zheng's fingers felt a tingling sensation when they passed through his hair, which was very strange.He thought about it, and now that his back was facing Zhao Zheng, there were some things he could say easily.He said, "Did you understand what I said?"

Zhao Zheng: "Understood."

Ying Zheng waited for a long time, but did not wait for Zhao Zheng's next words.He felt that Zhao Zheng shouldn't have such a flat reaction, probably because there was some misunderstanding.Just as he was about to ask a question, Wang Ben ran over from the alley, crying and howling, and the atmosphere that had finally calmed down immediately jumped up.

Wang Ben Lihua ran up to Zhao Zheng in rain, "My lord, why are you running around? If you get lost and something happens, how can I explain to my father... I'm going to see him with my head raised... ..."

Zhao Zheng looked calm and didn't answer him.Only then did Wang Ben realize that he was helping Ying Zheng tie his hair, and for a moment his mouth was as big as a watermelon.

He felt that he really wanted to spoil the atmosphere, and pointed to the outside falteringly: "I, I, I, I, I will go outside and wait first, ahem..."

"No need." Zhao Zheng had tied up Ying Zheng's hair, "Go back and discuss things."

Wang Ben paused, "Go back? Oh oh, okay...Go back, discuss and discuss..."

What are you discussing?Is this reconciliation?It's not like, the king's face is more terrifying than when he came out, okay?

It was a bit sad when I said it, but now it seems that I have seen through the world of mortals. It is not angry or indifferent, and there is no special expression, but it just gives people a feeling that he doesn't care about anything.

Wang Ben hoped that he had an illusion.

He turned his head to look at Mr. Chang'an, but Mr. Chang'an didn't see any emotion either. After tying up his hair, he tidied up his clothes, and then looked at his king.

The king also looked back, and looked at each other for a while—about 100 years ago. The king smiled lightly, and said in a gentle voice, "Go back and rest, sir."

Mr. Chang An frowned, and it took a long time before he replied: "Well, let's talk about it when we go back."

Then the two walked away side by side.

Then... Wang Ben was thrown into the alley by them like a dog.

"No, it's still not right." Wang Ben was completely indifferent to his order, he scratched his head in a daze, "What's going on here? Are you reconciled..."

Thinking of the king's indifferent demeanor, Wang Ben felt that his head was going bald.

into the night.

Wang Ben packed up and planned to go to the study on the third floor where Zhang Liang slept.Originally, he, Li Si and Yao Jia lived in the Chuanshe of the Han Palace, but a fire directly burned them into the prison. Wang Ben didn't dare to stay too far away from Zhao Zheng, so he had to go to Zhang Liang's room to make do with it.

The study room is not big, it was tidied up from the attic on the third floor, once the densely packed bookcases are put away, the small bed looks quite pitiful squeezed by the window.

Wang Ben picked up a book and glanced at it, but he was not interested, so he threw it aside, "Isn't Zhang Liang bored living here?"

Wang Ben complained a few words, and suddenly there was a candlelight behind him. He turned around suddenly, and the sword in his hand almost came out of its sheath. After seeing clearly that it was Zhao Zheng, his solemn and vigilant face immediately turned pale: "Da Da Wang?"

Zhao Zheng was holding an exquisite golden candlestick in his hand, and the flame flickered slightly, illuminating his face from bottom to top.His eyes were half closed, and he couldn't see his expression clearly in the shadows, but the gaze he cast was still very calm.

Wang Ben didn't know why he came here, so he hurriedly put the scroll that was just thrown away casually back: "Is Your Majesty looking for a book to read?"

Zhao Zheng put the candlestick on the table: "I'm sleeping here, you go and watch over the gentleman."

"Ah ah?"

Zhao Zheng glanced at him indifferently, with a little tiredness and hostility in his brows, as if he didn't want to say more.

Wang Ben felt the murderous look of the king now, and he was too scared to say a word: "Yes, yes, yes! Let's go!"

He ran away with his sword.

After going down the stairs, Wang Ben felt lingering fear.But he still couldn't figure it out. There were only two rooms on the second floor, one of which was sealed off by Lord Chang'an, and there was only one left, where the king lived with Lord Chang'an.

what happened?

Ying Zheng was looking at the hair tie in his hand when he heard the knock on the door, he raised his eyes slightly: "Come in."

"Mr. Chang'an, you haven't slept yet..." Wang Ben stood by the door and poked his head in half, "Well, the king asked me to come down to watch the night."

Ying Zheng nodded: "I know."

Wang Ben heaved a sigh of relief, walked in carefully, closed the door, sat down against the wall, and whispered: "You and the king...why did you sleep in separate rooms, no, no, no, I mean, why don't you sleep?" Together... ah bah bah bah, alas, that's the one... I'm rather stupid, Mr. Chang'an, do you understand...?"

Ying Zheng put away the hair tie, and rarely expressed dislike for Wang Ben.He didn't even listen to Wang Ben's words, but he heard Wang Ben's words about room allocation, and he himself didn't understand why Zhao Zheng suddenly proposed to sleep on the third floor.

Ying Zheng thought about it, and there was only one possibility, that Zhao Zheng had misunderstood him.

But Ying Zheng himself couldn't guess what the misunderstanding was. After all, he had no experience in this area.

He glanced at Wang Ben who was shrunk in the corner, and felt that he wouldn't be able to find anything by asking this guy. Wang Ben probably didn't even know what a girl was.

Ying Zheng didn't intend to go to sleep either, he was meditating on what had happened recently by the candlelight.

It is basically certain that Lord Changping is doing these things, but how to defeat the enemy and protect Zhao Zheng's safety and return to Xianyang is the most important thing.

The most important point is that Zhao Zheng went out of the palace in a low-clothes, and the courtiers now think that he is still retreating and fasting. Even if the ten-day period is exceeded, Changping Xiangbang's identity can freely enter and leave the palace, and he can find any excuse to break the law. The government quietly launched a coup.

At this time, the road from South Korea to Xianyang may have already set up an ambush. No matter who among them goes back, it is very dangerous. Even Wang Ben may not be able to reach Xianyang safely, and they should have dead men watching now, leading to Xianyang The letter must also be difficult to arrive.

Ying Zheng knocked on the paint case subconsciously.

It was late at night when I thought about it.

Wang Ben was already leaning against the wall, holding his sword and snoring loudly.

Ying Zheng was still awake, he thought about going to see Zhao Zheng, so he picked up the candlestick and went to the third floor.

The light in the study was still on.

Ying Zheng was a little worried, so he walked over and pushed the door, but it didn't close.He opened the door and walked in gently.

The room was very quiet, only the shadow of the bookshelf moving faintly in the candlelight.On the bed in the corner, the young man in white was only half covered with a thin blanket, curled up against the wall, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was not sleeping peacefully.

Ying Zheng walked over to put down the candlestick, carefully covered Zhao Zheng with a blanket, and pushed his hair back.

King Qingjuan's eyebrows were fully revealed in the candlelight, and the lines of his side face were tough but a little immature.The orange light softened the hostility and aggressiveness between the brows, like those teenagers who came out of ethereal poems.Ying Zheng never cared much about his appearance, but now looking at Zhao Zheng's sleeping face, a funny idea popped into his mind inexplicably.

He thinks he looks pretty good.