I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

As a man, in front of the person he likes, it is absolutely impossible.

Zhao Zheng couldn't help saying that he clamped Ying Zheng's hands and pressed him on the imperial chariot, and said in a low voice, "You will find out if you try it."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and bit off Ying Zheng's skirt, leaving a faint mark on his fair neck, and when he was about to go down, the other party forcefully cupped his jaw and kissed him up.

The husband can follow him in other things, but he is particularly strong in this respect.Zhao Zheng asked for whatever he wanted, and didn't really want to try it. He knew exactly what his body looked like.

People will die.

After reuniting after a long absence, he has learned to forbear and restrain himself.If it was the current scene when he was a teenager, he would have gone up and bullied Mr. severely, but now, he just responds little by little, gently pecking the cool lips of the person below him like a treasure.

Love is not about taking and possessing, but about giving and protecting.He waited for five years, lost and gained again, as long as the husband doesn't leave, he can compromise on anything.

Ying Zheng didn't know how many thoughts flashed through Zhao Zheng's mind, but he felt that he owed him a lot, and subconsciously wanted to appease him.

A vague memory flashed in my mind, and the scene of entanglement with each other was the same as now. In the dim candlelight, the young man said playfully, "I don't listen to sir about this matter."

Ying Zheng opened his eyes slightly, and wanted to call his name, but was bitten on his lower lip.

"Okay, stop making trouble." The grown-up boy was right in front of him, his brows were much more mature, and his aura became stronger and more tolerant. He was a real adult.

Zhao Zheng looked at him with an accommodating and restrained expression, and his voice was hoarse: "If you continue, you won't be able to bear it."

Ying Zheng said softly, "Your crowning ceremony was done last year?"

"Yeah." Zhao Zheng got up and put the cloak back on Ying Zheng, separating the two people's bodies, "I wanted to procrastinate, but they started to kneel again, but they couldn't help it. If I had known you were coming back now, I would have let them kneel." For a few months."

Those old-fashioned courtiers really have to kneel for a few months, and they don't know how many lives they have left.

The crowning ceremony means becoming an adult, and it is a pity that I was not able to watch Zhao Zheng add the crown with my own eyes.

Zhao Zheng seemed to be able to see what he was thinking, and gently held his hand, "There is nothing to feel guilty about, sir."

The biggest regret in a relationship is missing each other.It is enough for him to be by his side.

Zhao Zheng bowed his head and tapped Ying Zheng's lips lightly as if to comfort him. Ying Zheng did not refuse, and after some delicate and inseparable entanglement, they let go of each other.Ying Zheng panted slightly, feeling a little dizzy, and after a while, he remembered something, and said curiously, "You haven't missed it in the past five years..."

Zhao Zheng obviously understood what he hadn't finished speaking, and let out a sigh of relief: "No."

"..."

Ying Zheng silently withdrew his hand that wanted to hook up with Zhao Zheng.

After a moment of eerie silence.

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand from the cloak again, trying to cover Zhao Zheng.If you can't bear it like this, problems will arise.

Zhao Zheng froze on the spot, and immediately took Ying Zheng's hand away and stuffed it back into the cloak after he realized it, "Don't touch it!"

Ying Zheng ignored it and touched it back again, this time digging into his clothes.

"..."

Zhao Zheng wanted to eat his heart already.

After all, this is a very private matter, and the two of them were very awkward. Zhao Zheng put on airs and wanted to refuse, but he still greeted him for a while, but finally he couldn't help it, and acquiesced.Ying Zheng didn't say a word, his slender fingers were messing around under the clothes, watching Zhao Zheng's neck being turned crimson little by little, his breathing gradually became heavier, his eyes darkened, and his fingers clenched a little bit.

The sudden stimulation caused Zhao Zheng to exhale heavily, his voice hoarse and low, "Press harder."

Ying Zheng didn't listen to him. It was the first time he used his hands to please him. He was a little curious. He scratched the most sensitive place with his fingernails, which made Zhao Zheng tremble a few times, and then he was bitten by him like revenge. Hold the neck.

"Hurry up." Zhao Zheng said in a hoarse voice, bowed his head and kissed Ying Zheng's face in a nonchalant manner, "Do you want me to meet the courtiers like this, sir?"

Ying Zheng didn't mess around this time, but the sick man's health was really bad. After a while, he looked at Zhao Zheng panting, as if he was the one who was raped: "...I have no strength."

Zhao Zheng: "..."

Ying Zheng: "You yourself..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but hold his hand, giving him enough strength.Years of abstinence couldn't withstand the intense pleasure of such layers of advancement, and the few remaining restraints finally collapsed. Zhao Zheng leaned down and pressed Ying Zheng's eyebrows, his voice was broken and trembling: "Don't look."

He didn't want his husband to see him lose his composure and lose his mind.Ying Zheng closed his eyes, feeling the sweat on his palms in the dark, Zhao Zheng pressed his forehead against him, and his whole body tensed up to the extreme.

A low, slow, broken sigh pushed aside his ears, intermittent, blissful and depressing.

The person on his body finally relaxed, Zhao Zheng turned his head and leaned against his neck, his black clothes and blue hair sank into the snow-white fox fur, his slack eyes gradually regained clarity.

Ying Zheng rubbed against his ear in a reassuring manner, and said softly, "Okay, it's all right."

Zhao Zheng bit a mark on his neck: "I'll punish you when I go back."

"Huh?" Ying Zheng frowned in pain.

If you want to provoke him if you are disobedient, if you want to pick him up halfway, you must be punished.

Zhao Zheng didn't say any more, got up to clean up the mess on his body, and wiped Ying Zheng's palms carefully.

Ying Zheng looked at the handkerchief in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly, "There are so many, is it enough?"

Zhao Zheng paused, "Wiping your hands is enough."

Ying Zheng glanced at his clothes, the coat was only wrinkled, and there were no other traces.As for the inside...

He took the handkerchief from his body and gave it to Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng didn't answer, so Renren just went back to take a shower.He wrapped Ying Zheng in the cloak again, and opened the curtain slightly to let in some air.

Seeing Mr. looking at him from the corner of the eye, he was very helpless: "Don't look at Mister."

In the faint light, Ying Zheng smiled very lightly.

He really felt that it was very lucky to meet him in this world.

The imperial chariot slowly stopped outside the Xianyang Palace, and Ying Zheng got dressed and walked down under the service of the palace servants.

Zhao Zheng was already standing in the corridor of His Royal Highness waiting, with a thin black robe and a little snow falling on his shoulders. Hearing the sound, he turned around, and when he met Ying Zheng's gaze, he smiled faintly on his cold face.

After entering the side hall, Zhao Zheng washed up briefly, changed his clothes, and rushed to the main hall. This was the first time he was late for a court meeting, and the civil and military officials of the court were very surprised.

In the side hall, after taking a bath, Ying Zheng finished his breakfast and lay down on the couch a little too much.Next to it are some memorials that Zhao Zheng has dealt with, sorted according to priority, and the ones closest to hand are the most important ones.Ying Zheng took the top one and opened it.

It's about Xinzheng and Yingchen's rebellion.

On Xinzheng's side, Meng Tian had already brought 3 people there, and the situation on Yingchen's side was a bit more chaotic, so I handed it over to Yang Duanhe.

Zhang Liang followed the army.

Ying Zheng's eyes darkened slightly, and he closed the folder.

Some palace servants respectfully offered teacups and said softly, "My lord, Imperial Physician Xia is out to see you."

"Let him in." Ying Zheng put down the hot tea in his hand and put the booklet back.Over there, Xia Wuqie walked in respectfully carrying a medicine box.

Originally, he went to Chang'an Palace to treat Young Master Ziying early in the morning, but he heard the palace people say that the young master had left with the king, so he had no choice but to hurry back all the way. Don't dare to delay.

When the acupuncture was applied, Ying Zheng brought a memorial to divert his attention, and asked casually, "How long can this body live?"

Xia Wuqiu trembled his hands, almost crooked, and whispered: "Master, take good care of yourself, don't think about these things, it's not good for your health."

"Ten years?"

"..." Xia Wuqiu's hand for injecting the needle did not come down, and after a long while, he said softly: "Even a doctor dare not speak nonsense about life and death. Young master, just take a good rest."

Xia Wuqi had this reaction when he was seriously ill in the last life, he understood the meaning of this sentence too well, so Ying Zheng put down the notes.

Zhao Zheng has done a good job, at most, he needs to hear opinions on some major issues.Now he should be worried about Zhao Xian.If the system loses contact from now on, he can only use Zhao Ying's body, and some things must be planned in advance.

After an hour, the court meeting ended.When Zhao Zheng walked into the side hall, Ying Zheng was sleeping, probably because his body needed to rest after acupuncture.Zhao Zheng didn't bother him, and put back his exposed hand, remembering what he did in the morning, rubbing his hand, his eyes were extraordinarily clear.

After watching quietly for a while, Zhao Zhengcai got up and left a kiss, and went outside to deal with today's affairs.

After a while, Zhao Xian, who had just woken up after a long sleep, ran over bouncing around.As soon as he entered the door, the solemn and solemn Xianyang Palace seemed to be bustling with activity. The palace people were familiar with him, and they would smile heartily when they saw him.Zhao Xian ran to Zhao Zheng's desk, folded his hands under his chin, looked at Zhao Zheng with pitiful eyes, and was about to speak when Zhao Zheng tapped him.

"Your uncle Ziying is sleeping."

Zhao Xian originally wanted to be pitiful and ask why his father left him in Zhangtai Palace in the middle of the night, but when he heard Uncle Ziying was there, his eyes lit up: "Where is it, in the dormitory?"

Zhao Zheng hummed, "Don't make trouble."

"If you don't go, then don't go... So did the father go to see Uncle Ziying last night?"

Zhao Zheng didn't answer, but gave him a look to let him understand.

Zhao Xian groaned strangely, "Will the royal father reuse Uncle Ziying?"

"will not."

Zhao Xian sighed a little disappointed, as sad as an adult.Then I heard my father say: "But you can ask him to mention your homework, don't be too annoying, he can't bear it."

"Huh?! Good! That's great!" Zhao Xian raised his voice without paying attention, and was immediately beaten by Zhao Zheng.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knew that the father was afraid that he would wake up Uncle Ziying, so he clutched the back of his hand and felt aggrieved, "Father, you don't love me anymore...My father only loves Uncle Ziying, right..."

Zhao Zheng didn't raise his head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

His Royal Highness was extremely wronged: "Uncle Ziying was sleeping, and my father didn't even let me make a sound. I was thrown in Zhangtai Palace alone when I was sleeping... woo woo woo, I'm so scared."

Zhao Zheng clasped the booklet in his hand, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Zhao Xian immediately stopped pretending to cry: "I heard that my father took away Mr. Zhang Liang's seal and ribbon."

"Well, what? Do you want to intercede with him?"

Zhao Xian: "If the father can find a better husband than Zhang Liang, the son will not intercede for him."

Zhao Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at him, then shook his head secretively: "It's hard to find."

"So, can the father be merciful?"

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I blamed Zhang Ping on him? Wrong. He gave it to me himself."

Zhao Xian was startled: "He resigned himself?"

Zhao Zheng didn't speak.

Zhao Xian thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out: "Didn't he say that he likes to be an official in Qin? He always told me that he was kidnapped by Lord Chang'an, and later Lord Chang'an became a murderer. He said he felt I have been played with."

Ying Zheng who just stepped out of the dormitory: "..."

Zhao Xian looked at Zhao Zheng seriously: "Father, is Mr. Chang'an a bad man, a big liar?"

That's right.When you tease people, you are bad, and you say you are waiting but then you leave for five years, you are really a bit of a big liar.

Zhao Zheng was concentrating on grading papers, but he didn't notice that Ying Zheng was already awake. He nodded in approval, and added, "I can still steal things."

Ying Zheng: "???"

Zhao Xian looked disgusted: "No way! After all, he is also the son of Wei Guo, and he still steals things!"

"Yes." Zhao Zheng had a rare teasing expression, and pointed to his heart with the booklet, "Heart thief."

Zhao Xian couldn't understand: "Heart thief... Has your heart been stolen, father? But why are you laughing, father?"

But another voice with a smile answered him softly: "Because your father also stole his heart."