[Qin] Qin Shi

The woman in fine clothes sat on the side of the bed expressionlessly, her brown eyes looked down at the tender baby who was sleeping soundly in the swaddle.

The child with slightly opened facial features had a high nose bridge and sunken eye sockets. His exotic blood overwhelmed the characteristics of the Central Plains people, and when he opened his eyes, he would have a pair of eyes exactly like his mother's.

Hearing the notification sound from outside the door, the woman put on a smile on her face, got up and walked quickly to the door, just in time to meet King Qin who stepped into the room: "Your Majesty," with a joyful smile on her face, "What are you doing today?" Why are you free to visit my concubine?"

"Come out and walk around," Ying Zheng opened his hand, and the woman took the initiative to untie the robe for Ying Zheng before the maid, "What are you doing?" Everyone is serving, Ying Zheng doesn't care much about women or maids, on the contrary Taking advantage of this opportunity, I asked casually.

"I'm looking at the Eighteenth Young Master," the woman said shyly, "That kid sleeps soundly during the day, but makes troubles at night and makes people uneasy. I don't know where the energy comes from." As she spoke, her fingers were full of ambiguity. It crossed the man's waist, but suddenly fell through when it was about to fall further below.

Ying Zheng walked towards the inner room with big strides, without even looking at the concubine Ji behind him.

The woman blew her eyelids, handed King Qin's outer robe to the maid beside her, lifted her skirt and chased after him with small steps.

Entering the inner room, the man was as she expected, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at the chubby child: "It's rare for the king to come here, and he only cares about the eighteenth son, but he doesn't come to see the concubine. No wonder you Zhongyuan People say 'father and son are deeply in love', the concubine's body is really unimportant to the eighteenth son and the king."

"Why are you not important?" Ying Zheng smiled and put his arms around the woman's waist, lifted her chin and bit her lips, "Without you, where would the eighteenth son come from?" Pushing himself, "Didn't you already see this beautiful woman before seeing him?"

"The king knows how to joke." The woman smiled beautifully, her big grape eyes completed the crescent moon, and the eyes reflected the sunlight outside the window as clear as glass, "It's all right for them to laugh at the concubine, the king also came to make fun of the concubine dead."

"Oh? Gu didn't make fun of you." Ying Zheng's fingers brushed across the cheeks of the woman Yuru, and his pure black pupils showed that he was extraordinarily sincere at the moment. Pingping, you can’t be counted as one of the best in the lonely harem, are you happy?”

These words made the woman laugh out loud, and the voice was as clear as silver bells colliding: "Your Majesty is used to teasing people, Your Majesty is the ruler of a country, and all the beauties in the whole country are not carefully selected to serve His Majesty. This concubine's appearance, the king is just a fresh picture, and when the king gets tired of looking at it, the concubine will be like other sisters, and can only watch the king dote on the newcomer."

Hearing these words, Ying Zheng raised his brows: "In your eyes, is he such a heavy-skinned person?" He rubbed his fingertips lightly under the woman's brown eyes, his eyes were tired and soft, "Who is this person?" Not just one nose and two eyes, whether he looks good or bad has nothing to do with what kind of person he is."

Looking into the woman's eyes, the voice was hoarse: "Interesting or boring, beautiful or ugly, buried in the soil after death, won't it all look the same after a hundred years?"

These words made the woman tremble subconsciously, but after the trembling, she suddenly realized that she was half in the arms of King Qin at the moment, and wanted to do something to save her.

Ying Zheng didn't care about the other party's actions: "So it's better to be alive. If you put it under Gu's nose, you won't be able to make any trouble." His fingertips passed over the woman's eyes, "You people on the grassland, The eyes are all good-looking, Shiba's eyes follow you, every time you look at Gu's agile look that wants to make trouble, Gu can't help but prefer it more."

Speaking of her son, the woman struggled to stand up from Ying Zheng's arms: "Your eighteenth son will be one year old next month. According to the custom, you can enter the family tree. Has your majesty thought about the name of the eighteenth son?" Gently probing, carefully looked at the tall man sitting on the side of the bed.

Hearing the woman's question, Ying Zheng hummed casually, and continued to stare at the sweet fat boy sleeping on the bed, with emotions rolling in his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing that there was nothing left to say, Hu Ji made a detour to get behind Ying Zheng: "Then, Your Majesty..."

"Sit over there." The woman was interrupted by Ying Zheng before she got close to her.As if talking to himself, Ying Zheng ordered in an unquestionable command tone.

Shivering in fright at Ying Zheng's words, the woman forgot to restrain herself while holding up her skirt, and sat down across from Ying Zheng.This action caused Yingzheng's attention to shift from the eighteenth son to her. Seeing the embarrassment on her face, a smile appeared on her face.

"Do you want to name him?" It's not impossible to indulge, "Have you thought about it?"

However, the woman turned pale with shock; "No, no, no, no." She waved her hands again and again, rather than being flattered, it would be better to say that she was really frightened, "What is the status of a concubine? named."

Seeing the terrified woman, Ying Zheng smiled even more. He sat on the side of the bed with his back straight: "He is your son, and you are his mother. If you want to name him, why not?" No."

It was as if he had a preference for the woman in front of him, but after getting along with her in the past few years, the woman had already seen through the indifference of this man's connivance.Asking her to name the eighteenth son would really cut off the favor and future of the eighteenth son: "The concubine is just..."

"Since you don't want to name him, you'll be alone." Ying Zheng interrupted the woman again, "He was born in Haishi, and his mother is Hu Ji, so let's call him Hu Hai."

The woman named Hu Ji was stiff: "Your Majesty," she lowered her eyes, preventing the King of Qin from seeing the hatred and sorrow in her eyes, "What is the matter with the concubine? If the Eighteenth Prince knows about him in the future The origin of the name will make me laugh at my concubine, so let’s take it from the Book of Songs.”

"The Book of Songs?" Candidly replied, "Gu Ke doesn't really like reading those useless things."

"But the name of the eldest son..."

"Fusu is Fusu, eighteen is eighteen." Ying Zheng raised his hand and grabbed the woman's chin, dragged her in his direction, and forced her to look up at him, "Not everyone can be with an orphan. If you want to compete with the lonely Fusu, first you have to let him grow up to nine years old, no, next year he will be ten years old."

The resentment in Hu Ji's eyes deepened when he said this: "Secondly, Shiba is your son, and you are Shiba's mother. If he laughs at you, he will kill him for you alone, and you will have another one." As long as Hu Ji said at this moment, he would kill the child immediately.

What was in Hu Ji's eyes was exposed by Ying Zheng's sudden action.The undisguised hatred and sorrow, the dislike and jealousy when he talked about Fusu, were clearly in Ying Zheng's eyes.

However, Ying Zheng seemed to be unable to see. He put his arms around Orchid with one arm, and pinched her face with the other: "Someone told Gu that a beauty is not skinny, and that what's inside is much more important than what's outside—although no matter how A beauty is still a beauty, but this sentence makes sense to you."

Hu Ji, who was born in the grassland, has never read a book, and she can't fully understand the words spoken by the people in the Central Plains. But she didn't want to know that it was a satire of her wishful thinking: "But the eighteenth is also the king. Isn’t he his child, the king obviously likes him very much.”

Ying Zheng didn't expect this woman to understand his words: "I like everything in this world that is not dirty, clean and beautiful." He let go of his hand and let the woman stand, "Eighteen's eyes are beautiful. He is far away from you, and he has been so clean, it is not impossible to like him."

"But you are by his side." Looking at Hu Ji indifferently, "You think that Gu doesn't know about asking the palace servants to encourage Fu Su to get close to his mother clan and stay away from the grand tutor that Gu chose for him? Who Do you think Gu doesn't know about the idea you, a barbarian, have?"

Hu Ji's face instantly turned pale.

"Before you took refuge in Gu, how many old Qin people were killed by your people? Gu has always remembered this account." Standing up, he didn't see the tenderness with Hu Ji before, "I thought Gu was that group of useless waste, or Is it an old thing that is full of truth? Thinking that a woman and a child can make the orphan lose his arm and give up the prince he raised?"

With a sneer, I don't know whose wishful thinking he was laughing at: "Hu Hai is your son, and you are Hu Hai's mother, this--" released the hand that clamped Hu Ji's cheek, and stretched out his voice, "-- never forget .”

Ying Zheng's eyes were dark and sinister, which reminded Hu Ji of the god of death on the grassland.She took two steps back and fell to the ground. Hu Hai, who was sleeping beside her, probably sensed the killing intent, and burst into tears.

Ying Zheng didn't have the idea of ​​raising his hand to hug him: "Make a decoration for the orphaned child in the harem, otherwise there are so many tribes on the grassland, and now the god of killing you fear is in the hands of the orphan again. There are many women in the prairie, and there is no shortage of you, but eighteen is still useful."

These words made Hu Ji's heart freeze: "Your Majesty, he is your son."

"You know," Ying Zheng casually added as if mentioning it casually, "Daqin will soon have nineteen sons." So what's so special about his eighteenth son, "Gong There are so many childless women here, and there are quite a few who want to raise children."

This time, Orchid was really frightened.

"So," Ying Zheng leaned over and covered Hu Ji's eyes with his hands, his voice was very soft, "Don't think you have anything special."

"Be obedient and be a symbol, stay away from the lonely Daqin."

The author has something to say: I wish everyone good health.

I wish those heroes who bravely retrograde for others, a healthy and safe return.

They are heroes in the real world, and all heroes deserve a happy ending.