I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

Ying Zheng was pinned down by the young man, his brows were slightly closed, and he held the young man's face and kissed it. After you came and went to occupy him, he breathed out a low breath, and said softly: "No."

"Then what should we do?" Zhao Zhengruo bit his lips, then carefully kissed his brows and eyes, and rubbed his hands gently on his waist, his voice was low and hoarse, "Are you afraid of pain?"

Ying Zheng got up slightly, as if to avoid the boy's fondling, and raised his head to leave a sucking mark on the boy's collarbone. He knew that this was another sensitive place of Zhao Zheng, and asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid?"

Zhao Zheng took a breath, his movements froze, and he was pushed back again, in exchange for a burst of vengeful kisses, simple and rough.

After entanglement over and over again, no one was able to gain the upper hand. In the end, Zhao Zheng compromised and sucked at Ying Zheng's strength. He didn't use much force, for fear of hurting Ying Zheng.He was a little satisfied after leaving an obvious mark again and again. He rested his chin on the other side's neck and dawdled lightly: "I'll let you go this time."

Ying Zheng stroked Zhao Zheng's hair with his fingers, kissed him sideways, chuckled lightly, did not speak, but slowly adjusted his breath.

After a while, Zhao Zheng raised his hand to help him straighten his sweat-soaked hair at the sideburns, and the skirt of his clothes was a little damp.Although he himself is not much better.

Zhao Zheng felt that he still had to use his trump card, and he looked at Ying Zheng aggrievedly: "What should we do in the future?"

Ying Zheng is also seriously thinking about this very important question: "I'm thinking, don't worry."

Zhao Zheng: "Then, did you come up with something?"

Ying Zheng was very straightforward: "No."

Zhao Zheng: "..."

The young man got up and opened the curtains to let some wind in. He sat cross-legged, leaning against the window sill, with his head raised, as if he had been abstaining from lust ever since.

Ying Zheng was still thinking seriously.

Zhao Zheng stared at him without blinking, watching this man concentrating on something with a face very similar to his own, the more he looked at it, the more intoxicated he became.He leaned his face to the side and tapped his forehead with his fingers, not wanting to bother Ying Zheng.After a while, Ying Zheng came back to his senses and found that Zhao Zheng was looking at him, so he coughed a little embarrassingly.

Zhao Zheng was thoughtful, and waved to Ying Zheng: "Come here, sir."

Ying Zheng didn't know what he was going to do, but he moved over anyway, and before he sat down, he was pulled into his arms by Zhao Zheng.The young man's chest leaned against his back, holding him tightly, and Ying Zheng could even feel the beating heartbeat of the other side.

"I thought about it, it doesn't matter." The young man passed his fingers through his fingers, tightened them a little bit, clasped them, and pressed his chin against his neck, and said in a low voice: "I like Mr., and Mr. likes me too." , that's enough, and it's no big deal."

After listening to him, Ying Zheng didn't answer.His thoughts went blank for a moment, he didn't expect Zhao Zhenghui to be willing to back down to such an extent.But Ying Zheng asked himself, he didn't want Zhao Zheng to be so restrained. Desire is the most primitive thing deep in the human heart. After all, they are all human beings, and it is difficult to really stop this idea.He knew that Zhao Zheng said he could do it, but that was too harsh.

It's not impossible for him.

Ying Zheng didn't say anything.In the bottom of my heart, I can't pass that threshold.It's one thing to think you can do it, it's another to actually do it.Although today is different from the past, who in the past didn't worship him as a god, bow down and bow his head?Ying Zheng thinks that he is not a particularly airy person. Although he is not as real as he is now, the temper habits that have been imbued in his high position are already part of his character, that is, Zhao Zheng. He has nothing to do with this kid. .

After a long time, Ying Zheng slowly held Zhao Zheng's ten fingers back, turned his head and gently rubbed the boy's chin, "Don't think I don't know that you are advancing in retreat, I still can't see through you?"

The boy blinked, with an innocent look on his face: "Sir, if you think so, I'll be wronged."

Ying Zheng snorted softly. What he said just now was to test the kid. Judging from the other person's expression, he was more or less inclined to take a slanted sword. It was really true.He compromised temporarily: "We'll talk about it when we go back to Xianyang."

The boy smiled narrowly, and hugged him tightly: "Well, there is something I forgot to tell sir."

"Ok?"

Zhao Zheng kissed him lightly between the eyebrows: "Sir, you look good."

Ying Zheng closed his eyes because of his actions: "Your Majesty is praising yourself?"

Zhao Zheng didn't answer, but bit Ying Zheng's ear with a half-smile.

In the next room, Wang Ben was sitting opposite Bai Qi, with his hands crossed and slowly rubbing.The old man's murderous aura was so terrible that he didn't dare to take a breath, thinking that the king would come to save his dog's life, and when he saw that the other party had finished drinking, he hurriedly got up and poured another one.

Bai Qi instilled some information from the system in the space, and with Ying Zheng's explanation, he has a detailed understanding of the current situation of the Seven Kingdoms and the Qin Dynasty. Just now, he chatted with Wang Ben about the formation of troops, and he admired this kid very much. .

The tiger father has no dogs and sons, so the rumored general must be no worse.

Bai Qi took the wine and said with a smile: "I almost forgot, Mrs. Bai, name Qi."

Wang Ben almost sprayed Bai Qi's face with a sip of wine, and held back, with a strange expression on his face: "Wu Wu Wu An Jun?"

Didn't the God of Killing die long ago? What is this guy doing with his name?Where did the king invite such a strange man, who is more murderous than his father?Just talking about the art of war, this man can break his tricks in one fell swoop. It is unfathomable and terrifying.

What's even more frightening is, what's the matter with this guy's voice that is exactly the same as Mr. Chang'an's? ? ?

Wang Ben felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, and his back felt hairy. The room was silent for a while, and finally, there was some movement in the corridor.Wang Ben hurriedly stood up and cupped his hands: "It seems that the king has come out, juniors go and have a look."

Bai nodded.

In order not to embarrass his father, Wang Ben reluctantly walked out of the room calmly. The moment he closed the door, he felt completely exhausted.He raised his head and looked in the corridor, but he didn't see anyone. Wang Ben went to the next door and knocked on the door lightly. Before, he was always too late to knock on the door when he was busy checking the safety of the king and Lord Chang'an. This time, he had a long memory. .

"Your Majesty?" Wang Ben asked tentatively.

There was a faint "nothing" from the door.

Wang Ben heaved a sigh of relief, and then thought of something: "By the way, Lord Chang'an hasn't come back yet, should I ask the secret guard to look for it?"

"No need."

"..." Wang Ben felt that today was really strange.

Normally, Lord Chang'an is not around, and the king can't wait to dig up the three thousand miles of land to find him, why now... there must be some plan, right?Thinking about it this way, Wang Ben simply admired his own wit, and he must be right.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard his king say flatly, "Come in and discuss things."

Wang Ben immediately opened the door and rolled in.

In the room, only the king was sitting on the couch by the window, and the bedroom door was closed tightly.Wang Ben walked over and saluted: "Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Wang Ben.

What a long-lost title.

night.

The masked black-clothed assassin knocked down the eaves with a dagger in hand.He stood still on the corridor outside the window, and gently pushed the large floor-to-ceiling window, unexpectedly, it did not close.The assassin walked in quietly, with the unique coolness of the night on his body, the living room for guests was in sight, the assassin bypassed the lampstand, and walked towards the closed bedroom door.

At the same time, in the next room, Bai Qi, who was already sound asleep, sat up quietly, gently pressed the three-foot sword placed beside the pillow with his hand, and closed his eyes to listen quietly.

Yan Dan walked to the bedroom door, raised her hand, hesitating whether to push it open.He knew that Zhao Zheng had been living here these days, and that Wei Ru, who had lived with him in Handan as a proton, lived with him.

Finally, he quietly opened the door.

On a spacious bed, there were two people sleeping with their backs facing him and embracing each other.Seeing this scene, Yan Dan's eyes dimmed, and the dagger in his hand clenched tighter.He walked over, trying to find someone out of the two, when suddenly, a cold sword pressed against his neck from behind.

Yan Dan's body was shocked, but he was completely unaware of the other party's arrival.

Bai Qi turned his wrist slightly, opened the blade an inch, and said two words lightly: "Get out."

Yan Dan raised his hands, stepped back and walked out carefully, but kept his eyes on the person on the bed, and finally, he called out a name as if desperate: "Zhao Zheng."

The sword between the neck slanted over, the extremely sharp white blade immediately pierced the skin, and scarlet blood flowed out, but Yan Dan didn't seem to notice it, just looking at the overlapping white clothes with unprecedented gloom in his eyes.

Ying Zheng, who was not sound asleep on the bed, opened his eyes. He really didn't like being disturbed while sleeping, not to mention hearing voices he didn't want to hear at this critical moment.

Zhao Zheng in his arms moved slightly, opened his eyes halfway, and wanted to speak, but he pressed his lips: "It's okay, go to sleep, I'll go drink some water."

Zhao Zheng was in a deep sleep, hummed, kissed Ying Zheng's fingertips, and continued to sleep.Ying Zheng gently helped him cover the thin blanket, got up and straightened his clothes, turned around, and looked at Yan Dan.

He raised his hand as a please gesture.

Bai Qi's sword moved, Yan Dan followed his lead and walked back, out of the room and into the next door.

Ying Zheng walked over to the couch and took the dagger from Yan Dan's hand. He weighed it in his hand without showing any emotion, and smiled: "It's lighter than the one Jing Ke used."

Yan Dan looked at him, a little surprised: "You know him?"

Ying Zheng threw the dagger casually on the lacquer case, and nodded towards Bai Qiqi.The latter understood, let go of the sword, but did not take half a step away from Yandan.

Ying Zheng poured himself a glass of water: "You guys already know each other now? It's so early."

Yan Dan didn't go to talk about Qing Ke. After all, they only cooperated twice, one was to kidnap Zhang Liang, and the other was to set fire to kill Feng Mo. He didn't like Qing Ke, a dead man who belonged to Lord Changping.He asked suspiciously, "Don't you ask me why I was able to leave Qin Palace?"

"If Changping didn't even have this means, Xiangbang would have done nothing."

"You know it's him?" Yan Dan was a little shocked, he thought Zhao Zheng had been kept in the dark.

Ying Zheng didn't bother to talk to him. In this life, he wanted to remind Yan Dan that at least he and Zhao Zheng were in trouble together, especially when he and Zhao Zheng got along very happily in Handan, so they turned a blind eye. Forget it with one eye, I didn't expect this guy to be so ignorant.

"I'm not here to assassinate you." Yan Dan sensed disdain from Ying Zheng's expression, his eyes dimmed, "I'm here to kill Wei Ru."

This was beyond Ying Zheng's expectation: "Why?"

"You and him..." Yan Dan hesitated to speak, but finally gritted his teeth, "He treated Chang'an Lord Zhao Li so well back then, why did you still get so close to him, and you gave him the same title, Don't be fooled by him. I know I can't speak in front of you now, but Wei Ru, Wei Ru, he can't do it, he doesn't deserve it. "

Ying Zheng didn't answer.There was silence in the room.

After a long time, Ying Zheng tapped on the paint case lightly, thoughtfully: "Are you afraid that I will be led away by Wei Ru? You are afraid that he will be bad for me, so you want to kill him?"

Yan Dan finally raised his head to look at Ying Zheng, as if he had made a great determination, looking directly into those eyes that he had never dared to look directly at: "Yes."

Ying Zheng laughed out of nowhere: "If I'm stupid enough to be led away by Wei Ru, it's a happy event for the Six Kingdoms, shouldn't you be happy?"

Yan Dan's lips were tensed into a line, and she didn't speak.

Ying Zheng also lost the patience to spend time with him, he didn't want to know what Yan Dan was thinking, they were all trivial matters that could be resolved with a knife.

"Remember, your mother is the Princess of Chu, and she seems to have something to do with Changping. Do you know what he is doing?"

Yan Dan said without hesitation: "He wanted to kill Li Si and Yao Jia. He heard that I was good at swordsmanship, so he came to me. As a condition, he will send me back to the country of Yan."

Ying Zheng: "If you say you are an idiot, you have to admit it."

Yan Dan: "..."

"How many dead soldiers in Changping's hands, do you need to invite you? You know that I am here, but you never thought that he didn't intend to kill Li Si and Yao Jia at all, but came after me? Did you ever think that he wanted to get you?" Take the blame?"

Yan Dan's eyes widened, obviously stunned.

"Li Si, Yao Jia, something happened to the king of Qin here, and the crown prince of Yan is not in the Qin palace. If anyone can testify that he committed the murder together with you, you don't have to go back to Yan. Your father will come to Qin to find him You're right." Ying Zheng didn't even want to look at him anymore, "I guess, it was you and Jing Ke who kidnapped Zhang Liang and Huoshao Chuanshe?"

"..."

Ying Zheng felt that there was no need to continue the chat, he stood up, took a glass of water, and motioned to Bai Qi: "Thank you, General."

Bai Qi bowed slightly: "Do you want to kill?"

"No, keep it."

Bai Qi bowed again without answering.

When Ying Zheng walked out of the door, he saw Zhao Zheng standing aside, quietly making no sound, his white clothes scattered like a clear and cold shadow.Ying Zheng was not scared by him because he was used to it, and handed him the teacup in his hand: "Why did you come out?"

Zhao Zheng took it, and went back to the next room with Ying Zheng, and said quietly: "I heard you talking, come out and have a look."

Ying Zheng didn't speak.He knew that after Yandan was sent to Qin, Zhao Zheng treated him well. Although the two people had different identities, the child still missed the past, but Yandan's sullen temper would only push the relationship further and further. That's all.

Zhao Zheng drank the water casually and said, "He really came to kill Wei Ru? Wasn't it me?"

Ying Zheng was noncommittal: "Didn't you hear everything?"

"I heard that it may not be true. The gentleman just met him face to face, so he should know whether it is true."

The young man put the teacup aside, and with the only lampstand, he walked to the door of the dormitory in the dark, and turned his back to Ying Zheng: "Even if he came to kill me, it's okay, I don't care."

After those betrayals, another childhood friend was nothing to him.

Ying Zheng looked at him, inexplicably thinking that when he was playing chess with Zhao Zheng that day, the child said that this kind of thing had experienced disappointment once, and he felt so sad at this moment, and he was still showing off.He walked over and gently hugged Zhao Zheng from behind, "It's true, he came to kill Wei Ru. Besides, I think..."

Zhao Zheng's tense neck and shoulders relaxed a little: "What do you think, sir?"

Ying Zheng whispered in his ear, "Does he like you a little bit?"

Zhao Zheng was obviously a little surprised: "How come?"

He never associated Yan Dan with the words liking him.But the moment Ying Zheng said it, he inexplicably remembered that in Handan, in a certain alley, Yan Dan seemed to have asked him if he liked anyone.

So long ago that if he hadn't been reminded by Mr., he might never remember it again.

Zhao Zheng fell into deep thought.

"It's just a guess." Ying Zheng casually said, "Go to sleep."

A person can deceive people with words, but not with eyes. Yan Dan's eyes when looking at him are worth pondering.

Zhao Zheng nodded. He didn't want to pay attention to these things at this level, so he reached out to push the door of the dormitory.

Suddenly, his hand stopped.

He clearly remembered that the door was not closed when he came out.

Almost instantly, the door was opened from the inside, a clear light flashed across, the sword blade reflected the candlelight, and slashed at Zhao Zheng who was close at hand.