I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

In the middle of the night, Chang'an Palace ushered in an unprecedented guest.

All the palace people knelt in the snow and did not dare to breathe, only one corner of the pavilion, Zhuang Xi knelt tremblingly in front of the young man in thin black clothes, the other party's voice was deep and slightly hoarse, asking him something.

When asked if there was anything unusual about the young master recently, Zhuang Xi hesitated for a moment.The main reason is that this posture is too scary. No less than 200 servants and guards from the palace came, and they blocked the palace road in a mighty way. Like catching people.

Zhuang Xi asked himself, the young master really didn't do anything outrageous recently.

While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a cold voice from the person in front of him: "Answer."

Zhuang Xi shook: "Master, there is nothing unusual recently, just reading a book and taking a walk, he is not in good health and can't stand the cold wind, except for that day when he entered the Lanchi Palace by mistake, he didn't go far, Your Majesty Mingjian!"

Zhao Zheng glanced at the little palace man.

When he came, he knew that Zhao Ying had already fallen asleep, so he didn't bother, and called this little palace man who looked familiar to him for questioning.Although he was sure that it was the gentleman, he was not sure about the attitude of the gentleman.

If it was Mr. who was in Lanchi Palace that time, then there are really too many things that don't make sense.The husband did not recognize him, and chose to fall asleep when he went to see him, and even braved the wind and snow in the middle of the night to leave Lanchi.

After much deliberation, he felt that his husband might be avoiding him.As for why he avoided it, after thinking about it, there was only one answer.

Five years have passed, who can guarantee that the former relationship is still there.

When the little palace man said that Mr. could not stand the cold wind, his gloomy expression finally changed, and his tone also slowed down: "How... how is his health?"

Zhuang Xi hurriedly said: "Your Majesty loves you very much, my son has been recuperated by Imperial Physician Xia, and he is much better."

Zhao Zheng nodded slightly, and said a word hoarsely: "Okay."

Then he signaled to the servant next to him: "Let Xia Wuqiu live in Chang'an Palace tomorrow."

The servant bowed his head and said yes.

After the words fell, there was no sound under the gazebo for a long time.

Only the sound of wind and snow filled the world.

After a while, Zhao Zheng stood up and handed the stove in his hand to the servant beside him. He still couldn't hold back his desire to take a look, and said softly, "We're all waiting here. Take the widow to have a look." Ziying."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Zhuang Xi followed Zhao Zheng, bending over to guide him.It was the first time for him to be so close to the king, before he could only take a look from a distance, now he obviously had the opportunity to take a closer look at his idol, but he didn't have the courage.

His legs were already weak and trembling just standing next to the king, let alone peeking at it, he might have exhausted his lifespan if he took a look.

Going around in the corridors of the palace, I finally arrived at the study.Zhuang Xi opened the door cautiously, observed his words and said: "Your Majesty, do you want to wake up the Young Master?"

Zhao Zheng shook his head slightly, but without making a sound, he waved his fingers lightly, signaling him to go out.

Zhuang Xi immediately closed the door and retreated.

The room was filled with a bitter medicinal smell, and there were many books and bamboo slips as far as the eye could see. Zhao Zheng walked behind the screen without taking a second look.

On the bed, the pale-skinned young man was sleeping, his brows were slightly frowned, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had dreamed of something bad.

Zhao Zheng walked over lightly, rubbed his fingers between his brows a few times, and the young man gradually regained his composure.Zhao Zheng lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, took off his obstructive cloak, sat on the edge of the couch and quietly looked at the young man's sleeping face, without any intention of waking him up.

It seems that as long as I look at it silently for a while, it is already a great satisfaction.

The room is very warm, and it is even a little hot to wear thick clothes.Zhao Zheng gently placed his fingers on Ying Zheng's hand, hesitated for a moment, and then held it gently in his palm.

The touch is delicate and the body temperature is very low.

Zhao Zheng's eyes dimmed, and he gently covered the cloak beside him.

After staring at Ying Zheng in silence for a long time, Dongfang understood.Because of the rebellion of Xinzheng and Yingchen, the court meeting will be held early today.Despite his reluctance, he slowly let go of Ying Zheng's hand, covered the quilt carefully, and quietly left the room.

Outside the door, Zhuang Xi waited until his legs felt a little sore. He moved secretly a few times, and when he saw the king coming out, he hurriedly corrected his posture, bent his waist at a right angle, and said, "Your Majesty."

Zhao Zheng just walked out without saying a word, his expression as usual, cold and unpredictable.

The waiter who had been waiting outside for a long time was already covered in snow. Seeing that Zhao Zheng had come out without a cloak, he was in a hurry, fearing that he would freeze the most noble king of the Qin Kingdom, so he hurriedly asked the Chang'an Palace to find him. A cloak or fox fur.

Zhao Zheng raised his hand to signal no need, and walked out of the palace gate.

The imperial chariot has been waiting outside for a long time.He got on the chariot, holding the stove in his hand, and the servant judged the situation and helped him pull down the curtain to keep out the cold wind.

Only the light of the Suihou Pearl illuminated the dark and quiet space.

The imperial chariot left slowly in the heavy snow.

In the study of Chang'an Palace, Ying Zheng woke up from his sleep with some discomfort.He vaguely felt that someone was looking at him, smelled the familiar yet unfamiliar faint scent of incense, and seemed to have fingers caressing between his brows.It's just that he seemed to be trapped in a nightmare at that moment, and he couldn't wake up no matter what.

After waking up a little, he lowered his head and saw the cloak covering his body.

It was black, with a majestic pattern of dragons embroidered with gold thread. This was a piece he often wore in winter in his previous life.

Ying Zheng immediately understood that Zhao Zheng was coming.He subconsciously got up and scanned the room, but saw no one, so he walked out with the cloak in his arms, forgetting to put on his clothes and shoes, and bumped into Zhuang Xi who was seeing him off outside the palace.

"My lord! You're awake! Just now—"

Ying Zheng interrupted him in a deep voice: "Where is Zhao Zheng?"

Zhuang Xi hurriedly said: "Just left! Your Majesty suddenly... in the middle of the night last night... Eh? Young Master! Young Master, put on your clothes before you go! It's too cold outside!!!"

The thin and frail young man had already walked into the snow.

After the imperial chariot walked a certain distance, a faint shout sounded from behind.The accompanying attendant looked back, just about to ask someone to reprimand him, but he saw a group of palace people holding clothes and shoes at the gate of Chang'an Palace, chasing a figure walking alone in the snow in front of them.

The servant immediately recognized that it was Gongziying, and hurriedly said: "My lord, Mr. Ziying is here!"

In the imperial chariot, the king in Xuanyi suddenly opened his eyes: "Stop."

On the long and lonely palace road, the snow was ankle-deep.

The pale-skinned young man coughed a few times, exhaled a white mist, and the fishy sweetness rose up in his throat, which was suppressed by him in disgust.He rested for a while in the heavy snow, and when he was about to go again, someone strode up to him, and the shadow that fell enveloped his whole body.

Ying Zheng raised his head and met his gloomy eyes.

Zhao Zheng didn't speak, but just took the cloak from Ying Zheng's arms, wrapped him up firmly, and sent him into the imperial chariot like a bedroll.

The attendant presented the clothes brought by the palace attendants of Chang'an Palace to the imperial chariot. Seeing Zhao Zheng's gloomy face, he judged the situation, closed the curtain, and silently signaled the palace attendants to get up.

The imperial chariot is very spacious, and there are a few tables, and a Sui bead for lighting is embedded on the golden platform above, emitting a bright and clean light.

Ying Zheng half-lyed and leaned against the armrest, his hands were stuffed into a delicate heater, his bare feet were held by Zhao Zheng, who rubbed his cold soles and ankles with his hands without saying a word .

Probably felt that it was too slow, so Zhao Zheng simply unbuttoned his clothes, put Ying Zheng's feet in his arms, wrapped them up, brushed the snow from his hair roughly, and pulled down the hood of his cloak to cover them. He met the eyes that had been looking at him.

Beautiful peach blossom eyes, shallow pupils, cold and noble, as if no one would look down on her.But when it fell on himself, it was extraordinarily gentle.

Facing such a pair of eyes, Zhao Zheng typed out the draft several times with confidence in his heart, and immediately forgot all about the pile of reprimands.

It is impossible to get angry, and I will never give up in this life.

But it's too much!

He narrowed his eyes almost invisibly, patted the feet in his arms, and looked at Ying Zheng with a sense of punishment: "Don't mess around like this next time, do you hear me?"

Ying Zheng: "What?"

Zhao Zheng knew at a glance that he was pretending to be stupid, so he inevitably gritted his teeth and pinched his foot hard: "You don't know what your body is like? What should I do if something happens? How many more years should I wait? Five years or ten years?" Year?"

After the words fell, there was silence in the imperial chariot.

Not long after, Zhao Zhengcai realized that he had said something serious just now, and when he looked at Mr.'s eyes that were drawn down, he suddenly felt a little depressed.He shouldn't have said this, as if he didn't want to wait for him.It was too late for him to put Mr. on the apex of his heart, how could he say such a thing?

Probably because he hasn't bowed his head to show weakness to anyone for too long, the words of apology are stuck in his throat, and he can't say anything.

After a while, the feet in his arms were gently pulled away, as if it meant farewell.Zhao Zheng's body froze, and he looked over, only to see the snow-white clothes flashing in front of his eyes, and the cold and soft touch fell on his lips.

Zhao Zheng opened his eyes wide.

Ying Zheng left immediately between his lips, resting his forehead on the center of Zhao Zheng's eyebrows, and said softly, "No more."

That kiss, which seemed to be an apology and comfort, made his gaze become unprecedentedly deep and hot after he came back to his senses.But he knew that the body in front of him couldn't stand his little toss, so he calmly suppressed the disordered breath.

But after the husband spoke, he wanted to bow his head and kiss him again.

Zhao Zheng turned his head slightly to avoid it, and supported his slender waist, his voice was hoarse and low: "Good boy. Don't provoke me."

Ying Zheng glanced at him.

There was naked provocation in his gaze.

As if to say, you, no, okay.

Zhao Zheng: "..."

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