Chang'an, the first emperor of the Qin Dynasty

Because there was no warning in advance, v587 was taken aback, and was about to say something, but Nima was silenced!

Minors cannot drink alcohol!Minors with unstable souls who will turn into cats are not allowed to drink alcohol!

Alcohol will cause data disorder, and the data disorder system Nima will fail!

V587 roared silently for a while, and soon lost consciousness.

Li Jiao put down the wine bottle angrily, thought for a while, and took another sip.

Not long after, the wine bottle was empty, and Li Jiao hiccupped a little. Seeing Ying Zheng's eyes were blank, he didn't know what he was thinking, and a sour emotion suddenly surged in his heart, and it went straight to his forehead.

Brother Nima is not a mistress!It's all Shihuang who attracts bees and butterflies!

then……

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He overturned the table in front of him, and the fruit and dishes splashed all over the floor. After a moment of silence, everyone looked at him with a wave of surprise in their hearts.

Li Jiao's eyes were blurred, and he stood up staggeringly. He had just taken two steps when he tripped over an overturned desk, staggered under his feet, and fell to the ground with a "bang", face down, and then stopped moving.

"Mr. Chang'an is drunk!" Someone whispered, as if seeing a giant panda eating a chicken leg.

Others echoed one after another, and then said very empathetically: Oh, my lord!Hurry up and bring Mr. Chang'an back to the palace, put him on a soft bed and cover him with a quilt, even in summer it is still very cold at night!Mr. Chang'an's body is the most important thing, we don't mind you leaving early at all!

When Li Jiao lifted the table, Ying Zheng came back to his senses. He secretly thought that something was wrong. He was afraid that Li Jiao would give him a big transformation in the public. Although today is not like yesterday when all the officials gathered together, all the officials came. It would be a big trouble for a high-ranking official to conjure up even a pair of cat ears and cat tails, at least for now he can't protect him.

Hearing everyone expressing their concern for Li Jiao, Ying Zheng hurriedly followed suit, the servant helped him up, and the group left in a hurry.

"Your Majesty has a deep brotherly affection for Lord Chang'an!" an old minister stroked his beard and sighed.

Several members of the clan who usually don't mind meat and vegetables met their eyes and smiled ambiguously.

But no one noticed that Lu Buwei's face was livid for a moment, and then he returned to calm.

Almost at the moment when the car curtain was lowered, the boy's clothes leaning against the car wall collapsed, and after a pause, a dizzy spotted kitten came out.

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand angrily and flicked the cat's head, "Idiot!"

In case something goes wrong, this idiot will be locked up to supply spiritual springs for the rest of his life if he is not burned to death as an evil thing. He is really stupid. Does he think that everyone in this world is like a widow?

Li Jiao's head hurt a little from being bounced, and he gave a "meow" aggrievedly. Seeing that he was unmoved, the ingratiating person stood up, holding Ying Zheng's finger with his front paws, rubbed his face, and stretched out again. I licked it with my small tongue.

The wet feeling came from his fingertips, Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, paused, and hugged the cat on his lap.

Smelling the familiar smell, Li Jiao rubbed it contentedly, yelled "meow meow" for a while, adjusted a comfortable position and fell asleep.

Ying Zheng hugged the cat, a little dazed.

When did he care so much about other people's lives?People will always betray, let alone the only prince who is qualified to compete with him.According to the usual practice, it is magnanimous for him not to cut the grass and root out the root, let alone bother to cover it up for him.

What... what happened?

Feeling the warmth of the fur under his palm, Ying Zheng suddenly remembered that day, the blood-stained and twitching little ball of hair in his hand, his heart skipped a beat, and his brows loosened immediately.

It is not human to not repay the favor, he just repays his life, and repays his innocence that has treated him wholeheartedly.

When it was midnight in the palace, Ying Zheng paused, put Li Jiao into his sleeves, pulled Li Jiao's favorite pillow, wrapped it in his clothes, hugged his head in his arms, and covered it with wide sleeves , got off the carriage.

"Mr. Chang'an is not drunk yet, it will be a toss again to go back to Changting Palace, and he will stay with the widow for the night." Ying Zheng ordered lightly.

The servants sent by Changting Palace were about to cry, but they were not the Second Young Master!Your Majesty has already done whatever it takes to keep our young master!I am so distressed!

After retreating from the crowd, he sent Wang Fang to fetch hangover soup. Ying Zheng took Li Jiao out of his sleeve, stared at his smooth and shiny fur for a while, and then put him on the bed with satisfaction.

After a while, the piebald kitten gained weight again, but looked even more naive.Of course, this is a matter of Ying Zheng's personal aesthetics. He is used to seeing skinny cats and dogs, and he doesn't find them cute at all. Occasionally, he only looks at fat ones.This is an instinctive desire for fat under long-term hunger, and it has not changed even after returning to China.

Ying Zhengli stood in front of the bed and watched Li Jiao for a long time, until Wang Fang called carefully at the door: "Your Majesty, hangover soup..."

Wang Fang never thought in his life that he would still be feeding a sleeping cat sober soup. He wanted to wake the cat up. He secretly glanced at his king's serious face as if he was approving a memorial, and he was scared again. He could only say: "Your Majesty, Mr. Chang'an can't feed it in like this! How about trying the method of Mr. Zhao's last time?"

What he was talking about was the last time Li Jiao was poisoned and comatose, Zhao Gao used a hollow bamboo tube to feed him medicine, Ying Zheng didn't know why he was a little confused, so he asked Wang Fang to get the bamboo tube.

Squeezing open the cat's mouth and inserting a small piece of thin bamboo tube, Ying Zheng saw that Wang Fang was about to use that fat intestine-like mouth to contain the medicine. An unknown fire rushed into his heart, and he pushed Wang Fang away: " Clumsy, let the widow come."

Then he took a sip of the hangover soup, and before he could feed the medicine, he choked and swallowed unconsciously.

Wang Fang lowered his head and pretended not to see it.

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, "Go out."

Wang Fang responded quickly, and didn't realize his back was wet until he closed the door.

"It's okay, it's okay." He patted his chest with lingering fear, this man, when he grows up, he can see through everything, if he really feeds the hangover soup today, his life may end someday.

Thanks to Mr. Zhao's family, he is a big lover, otherwise... Heh, ask yourself for blessings!

Yingzheng paused, and took another sip of hangover soup. This time, he learned to behave himself, and only took half a mouthful. Then, he put some on the end of the thin bamboo tube, slowly inhaled.

The taste was unexpectedly not uncomfortable, looking at the furry and cute cat's face, it was not as disgusting as he thought it would be, but a little...excited.

A cat that belonged entirely to him was lying on the bed that belonged to him, accepting the liquid mixed with his saliva, mouthful after mouthful, unable to resist.

Especially this cat is still his half-brother, he may grow up to compete with him in the future, but now he can only lie here, and he can decide everything with one thought.

This kind of excitement is distorted, making him repel instinctively, but besides repelling, it makes him even more excited.

Ying Zheng thought, maybe he has something wrong with his stomach, and he can think hard about giving medicine to a cat.

To say that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy has never had a wet dream is simply nonsense. Although he has no peers around him to communicate with, he should know a lot. He knows that there may be something wrong with him.

He only dreamed of a woman when he had the first wet dream. It was a prostitute in the Zhao country. He couldn't remember his face clearly. He only remembered that he spoke delicately and softly, and his breasts were full. Then halfway through the dream, he was caught Nausea woke up.

Maybe it was because Zhou Gong was narrow-minded, and then dreamed again, in the dream was the young man who still couldn't see his brows clearly.

He may be masculine, and it's not a big problem, but he shouldn't think of a cat on his head, even the cat's original body, and he is still a child.

You shouldn't think about it, you can't think about it, raising pets and receiving servants is just a small matter, if blood relationship is involved, it is not impossible to turn the world upside down in an instant.

Ying Zheng let out a long breath, wiped away the hangover soup overflowing from the cat's mouth with his fingertips, and gently removed the thin bamboo tube.

After a busy day, he was also lazy, untied his clothes, and threw them on the ground with Li Jiao's leftover clothes. After thinking about it, he pulled out the pillow on the carriage and used the pillow to separate him from the cat, in case Turn over and press down at night.

Li Jiao grunted a few times in his throat, smacked his lips twice, and fell back into a deep sleep.

early morning

The king who was supposed to get up early to call someone to take care of the wash did not get up, seeing that it was almost time, Wang Fang had no choice but to bite the bullet and call.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, the little palace lady behind him let out a short cry, not loud, but a little scary. Wang Fang was already worried, and she was shocked: "Damn you...what are you shouting for?"

He turned his head and took a look, his whole body froze, and he almost cried out.

It was covered by a thick bed net, so it was hard to see clearly inside, but a lotus-white arm and calf were exposed outside, and vague red marks could be seen... Those slender and pale hands and feet were obviously not their king's. !

last night……

"Mr. Chang'an is not drunk yet, returning to Changting Palace will be another toss, and he will stay with the widow for the night."

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Your Majesty, why did you give up treatment! ! !

Li Jiao slept with a splitting headache, half of his body exposed outside the bed netting was painful and itchy from mosquito bites, his brows twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes, facing a sleeping handsome face.

No wonder he was so heavy, it turned out he was being held down by someone... huh?

being held down...

pressed...

Nima!

Li Jiao's whole body trembled, and he was fully awake. He stretched out his hand to push Ying Zheng's chest, but he was so weak after drinking that he couldn't push it. Get up... so heavy, so painful..."

Ying Zheng felt light at first. Although he could drink well, he still suffered from hangover headaches. When he pushed him, his eagle eyes widened, and he said impatiently, "Don't move."

Outside...the outside is crying.

Majesty, is it really okay to speak so hard early in the morning?And Mr. Changan is still a child!