Chaotic Qin

"Where do you think I should touch?" Ying Zheng sneered.

After he pushed Qin Zichu's entire body in the air, he suddenly slapped Qin Zichu's butt with force.

He said angrily, "Do you still dare to make a fuss? And you said that I am over six years old? I don't think you are bad!"

Qin Zichu almost couldn't help screaming out - Ying Zheng's hands were too strong, and after just a few strokes, he was in burning pain.

"Yingzheng, don't make trouble." Qin Zichu said with a trembling voice.

The moment he spoke, Ying Zheng stopped, wrapped his palms around Qin Zichu's back and rubbed gently, and said in a low voice, "It hurts?"

"...Besides the pain, it's also embarrassing." Qin Zichu moved his body in embarrassment, rubbing against Ying Zheng in front of him.

This time, before Ying Zheng could speak, Qin Zichu hastily said, "I really didn't do it on purpose!"

Ying Zheng let out an "Oh" in a vague way, and the movement of his palm rubbing had moved from behind to in front of him, and his cheek rested on Qin Zichu's heart, and he suddenly became quiet.

"No matter how much I touch you, I won't calm down. Don't make such a fuss next time." Ying Zheng spoke softly, making Qin Zichu, who was really just messing around with him on purpose, turn red.

He stretched out his arms to embrace Ying Zheng, rubbed his back lightly, and changed the subject on his own initiative: "Why did Ah Zheng follow me out this time? Isn't there a lot of things that cannot be separated from the lord?"

Ying Zheng rubbed Qin Zichu's chest, and said with a smile: "The king really liked me, but I seem to have grown up a little too fast, and he didn't have a good life for a long time - in contrast, he I don't feel comfortable. In the past few years, it is better for me to stay far away. The prince's lesson is not far away, so I will not take the pole to show how sure I am for the throne. What's more, the continuous conquests have long been The country’s savings have been exhausted. In the past few years, my Great Qin has no ability to fight a war. What is in front of the king is just some routine matters such as spring plowing, autumn plowing, drought, and floods. Following you, I can also come into contact with such things , it’s not that you must be with the lord.”

"...Besides, you seem to like Han Fei very much, I don't want to leave you alone together."

Hearing what Ying Zheng said suddenly, Qin Zichu couldn't help but blushed.

After he cleared his throat, he pretended to be calm and said, "Han Fei's tongue is slurred, and he can't even say a nice love sentence. What do you have to worry about?"

Qin Zichu originally just found this reason casually, but it was thought that Ying Zheng got up from his chest, stared into his eyes with his arms propped up and said, "I haven't said sweet words to you, but you are just as good to me. You can't let that happen." You are together."

Facing a pair of focused and serious eyes, Qin Zichu's cheeks became hotter and hotter.

He said dryly: "Your talent for sweet talk is already very high, don't practice it anymore."

"Not enough." Ying Zheng couldn't help raising his hand to caress Qin Zichu's hot cheek, and made a very vague sound.

Before the water got cold, the two finally got out of the tub with wrinkled skin and returned to the room.

Qin Zichu had already slept the whole afternoon, he was not sleepy at all, instead he felt a little empty in his stomach.

As soon as he entered the room, he immediately said: "He, do you have any fruit that can fill your stomach now?"

He was slightly taken aback, and immediately said: "My servant, go and get some spring apricots and peaches for the young master."

"Prepare a soup and serve it. If you're hungry, you can only eat melons and fruits." Ying Zheng directly frowned and denied Qin Zichu's idea of ​​taking a bite.

After Qin Zichu heard this, he turned around and walked directly outside the house—Ying Zheng has always had obsessive-compulsive disorder, for example, he must never eat in the bedroom, otherwise he will feel very bad.

But Yingzheng suddenly grabbed Qin Zichu, frowned and said, "It's even more dewy. Just after taking a bath, your skin is all open. What are you doing outside? The evil wind took the opportunity to invade, and it's time to suffer from the cold."

"...I'm eating in the dormitory, why are you still sleeping?" Qin Zichu was surprised by Ying Zheng's special reaction today.

Ying Zheng said in a low voice, "It's all right. After following Mr. Wu An to South Korea for a while, all my problems that you are not used to have been corrected."

Qin Zichu shook his head, and said seriously, "Although I'm a lazy person, there's nothing wrong with you being like that before."

Ying Zheng held Qin Zichu's hand, rubbed his fingers one by one, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "I didn't develop this habit because I liked rules—what kind of life did I live before I was nine years old?" You can't even imagine that if I really like rules so much, I won't be able to live to be taken back to my country by a foreigner. But after I returned to my country, before I was happy to see my father, I was worried about which one is my biological father From the bottom of my heart, I don't want to be a son of a lowly businessman, so I can't help but make some rules in everything to show the difference between myself and Lu Buwei."

He simply lay on Qin Zichu's lap, bent his legs presumptuously, and let out a comfortable sigh: "But no matter whether it is the lord of the country or Lord Wu'an, people with noble backgrounds and extraordinary achievements, they don't have the almost harsh bad habits like mine. It can be seen that it has always been my own problem."

"If you feel more comfortable being casual, then that's fine." Qin Zichu loosened the long braided hair behind Ying Zheng, and gently massaged his scalp with his fingers.

Not long after, He brought the prepared soup into the room and placed it on the table next to Qin Zichu and Ying Zheng, with two pairs of ivory chopsticks placed beside the soup.

Perhaps it was Ying Zheng's unexpectedly peaceful attitude today that made Qin Zichu very happy to talk.

He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and shook them in front of Ying Zheng, and said with a smile: "At that time, some people said that Xia Jie died because of a pair of ivory chopsticks, but we used these things every day-it seems that they are not too precious. ?”

Ying Zheng got up and sat beside Qin Zichu, looking at the pair of ivory chopsticks held between his white hands, he couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed his fingers.

Ying Zheng said with a smile: "Are you implying that I subjugate the country with extravagance?"

Qin Zichu paused, then shook his head: "What the people care about is not the right words, the nonsense of the power granted by heaven. Whoever can save them from starving and freezing is a benevolent king. If you can make them eat and wear warm , who would have nothing to do to oppose you, insist on overthrowing the Qin Dynasty, and go through the precarious war?"

After hearing this, Ying Zheng nodded, and continued, "You mean that the taxes and corvee are too high, which makes it difficult for them to survive."

Qin Zichu nodded nervously and watched Ying Zheng fall silent.

Yingzheng fed Qin Zichu with his own hands. After thinking for a while, he said calmly: "But whether it is building the Great Wall or moving rich households to Xianyang, it is a way to stabilize the people. Otherwise, the Xiongnu will continue to invade the border, and the lives of the people will not be safe." Bao, what are you talking about living and working in peace and contentment. All kinds of wealthy households are domineering in the village, not tyrants, but better than tyrants, which will make it impossible to issue government orders."

"...But the huge mausoleum you built for yourself..." Qin Zichu said with a sigh, with a look of admiration in his eyes, but his tone of voice was extremely depressing, "Until more than 2000 years later, no one dared to Open your real mausoleum. But the terracotta warriors and horses in this world are really too magnificent, and the investment in it must be particularly huge. People die like lights out, why do these useless things to preserve the corpse?"

Ying Zheng said with a mixture of surprise and anger: "You actually dug up my tomb and made a scene known all over the world?!"

Qin Zichu finally showed a troubled look on his face.

It's good to talk about the funerary objects in the mausoleum after his death in front of the Lord, but it's really not very authentic.

Qin Zichu hesitated for a moment to organize his words, and then said: "It is a protective development, not for the purpose of stealing and then selling it off. It's like there is no way to know what people wore, ate, etc. 2000 years ago. In my era, Everything now has become like a legend. That's why the records are kept through the funerary objects unearthed in the ancient tombs. Well, the tombs that have not been destroyed by real tomb robbers will try not to be opened—at least, When I came here, you were still comfortably lying in your coffin because you could not preserve your body completely."

"After hearing this, I don't feel proud at all." Ying Zheng sneered.

Qin Zichu hurried forward, and said softly: "The number one male god in the land of China, in fact, after more than 2000 years, there are still thousands of young girls who love you very much, and want to see your dead body and admire your beauty—this way Say, will it make you happier?"

"Including you?" Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes flickering with anticipation.

Qin Zichu saw his expression, but deliberately smiled and said, "It's a pity, I've always been a man."

Ying Zheng glared at Qin Zichu, gritted his teeth and said, "You know the answer even if you don't admit it, otherwise you wouldn't even care about your own life to protect me when you didn't find out who I am. Now thinking about why you treat me well, I really feel that my original emotion was ruined by you."

Qin Zichu smiled smugly, and stroked Ying Zheng's tender face.

He pushed away the bowls and chopsticks and said, "I'm full. Let's go to rest."

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Zichu intently, and suddenly licked his lips, which surprised him, and he couldn't help dodging when he saw Ying Zheng.

But to Qin Zichu's surprise, the two of them lived together peacefully that night, and Ying Zheng didn't even take the opportunity to grope him a few times.

Early the next morning, a person who should not have appeared stood in front of Qin Zichu.

Facing the sunlight, Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Qin Zichu who was standing against the light.

The person in front of him looked gentle and elegant as usual, exuding a beautiful temperament, but Han Fei's eyes staring at Qin Zichu couldn't be called friendly.

"Zi, Mr. Zi Chu is good and capable. Han Fei, Fei has been taught." As soon as Han Fei said that, the smile on Qin Zichu's face changed immediately.

He chuckled and said, "I didn't expect that in such a predicament, Mr. Fei could still see through the trap I set up. Zi Chu underestimated Mr. Fei."