Chaotic Qin

Qin Zichu hadn't taken off his mourning clothes yet, and a new round of mourning fell on him again.

Many people say that "a woman should be pretty and filial", but Ying Zheng looked at Qin Zichu, who was only decorated with jet black long hair, and felt that this clean to blank color was not inferior to the rich and colorful one when worn on him. red.

The white color even added a layer of misty fairy air to Qin Zichu.

"Ah Zheng, what's the matter?" Qin Zichu waved to Ying Zheng and asked him to sit beside him.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and he quickly restrained his expression.

With the triple emphasis on filial piety, Qin Zichu couldn't laugh wantonly.

Screening off the palace people on the left and right, Ying Zheng stared straight at Qin Zichu and asked, "What kind of mausoleum do you want after you die?"

Qin Zichu froze for a moment.

Immediately, he blinked, realizing that Ying Zheng, who had died once, was thinking about the important topic of "afterlife".

For the ancients, a funeral was an event as important as a birth.

Therefore, the funeral of King Qin Zhaoxiang, who passed away at an old age, or King Qin Xiaowen, who had only been the lord of the country for three days, was full of honor and sorrow.

This can be seen from the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang discovered in modern times, even Yingzheng is not exempt from the vulgarity-a mighty and powerful Qin Army pottery figurines are stationed in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers.

As a result, the title of "The Best Handmade Man in History" fell on Ying Zheng's head, and he was innocently shot with an arrow in the knee.

From this point alone, it can be seen that Yingzheng attaches great importance to the affairs of the afterlife, and the excessive waste caused by Qin State.

Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum is indeed a miracle of China, but... Qin Zichu is not envious at all.

Qin Zichu did not have such an obsessive-compulsive pursuit of keeping the corpse intact. He was used to the modern funeral mode.

He approached Ying Zheng, raised his hand to trace his eyebrows, his eyes were gentle, but what he said made Ying Zheng's face sink in an instant.

"Ah Zheng, if I die one day, turn me into ashes and throw me into the sea."

Qin Zichu's voice pierced Yingzheng's mind, and the meaning of the words made him furious.

Ying Zheng slapped the table hard with a "Boom!", stood up suddenly and glared at Qin Zichu, gritted his teeth and said, "I thought you changed your mind, but what are you going to do? Let me beat you! Bone! Yang!" Ash!!!Qin Zichu, what else do you dare not say or do? Since you have long thought that you would rather be with me after death, why are you acting so close to me?"

He grabbed Qin Zichu's wrist, pointed out the window, and said angrily: "If you are destined to die earlier than me, even if I find a chance to imprison you, I will not let you escape so gracefully after death. Stop dreaming." !"

The force on his wrist made Qin Zichu frown, but from Ying Zheng's performance, it is not difficult to guess that his decision stepped on Ying Zheng's pain.

Qin Zichu tried his best to ignore the pain on his wrist and smiled.

He said softly, "Ah Zheng, calm down, I didn't mean that."

"No? I don't believe what you say!" Ying Zheng's hidden suspicions broke out, and his good memory made it easy for him to recall all the rejections Qin Zichu had made.

At this time, Ying Zheng's eyes were red, and he looked at Qin Zichu with suspicion and anger, like an enraged lion.

"If you can still listen to me, let go of my wrist now, I'm hurting from being pinched by you—the distance between us is not only time, but also the gap brought about by a long time." Qin Zichu frowned slightly. frown.

But he completely relaxed his body, pretending to be at the mercy of Ying Zheng, and kept gazing gently into Ying Zheng's eyes.

When one person is angry, the other person can only control the situation by keeping calm so that it does not slide into a terrible abyss.

Qin Zichu's behavior as usual made Ying Zheng quickly suppress his anger.

He relaxed the strength of his palm, supported Qin Zichu to sit back to his original position, and quickly lifted the part covered by the sleeve robe, and sure enough, he saw the red marks pinched by himself on it.

Ying Zheng immediately wanted to let go with a look of remorse in his eyes.

Qin Zichu held Ying Zheng's palm with his backhand and shook his head.

He said softly: "Ah Zheng, the current situation has changed. In my time, few people were buried. After death, everyone was sent to be burned into ashes. Scattering ashes into the sea is like being able to swim freely around the world after death. Isn't it good? I don't understand your persistent pursuit of the afterlife, this is nothing but a huge waste of human and financial resources to me."

Ying Zheng wanted to say something, but Qin Zichu immediately said, "No, let me finish. To you, the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang that was built is a proof of your status as the first emperor, but I don't need these. This kind of behavior and My whole consciousness can't match, although I won't stop you from doing such a thing, but I can't tolerate myself accepting the imperial tomb full of blood, tears and bones, don't persuade me to accept your idea."

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Zichu's rarely persistent expression, and suddenly felt depressed.

He rubbed the palm of his hand that had never seen aging, and whispered the fear in his heart: "Zi Chu, have you ever thought that you have been full of vitality all these years without any signs of aging, if—— I am dead, you are still alive!" .what should you do?"

Qin Zichu had a look of astonishment on his face.

It never occurred to him that he would have an infinite life, the possibility was too frightening!

Panic flashed from Qin Zichu's eyes, and he looked at Ying Zheng suddenly speechless.

Ying Zheng laughed softly.

He put Qin Zichu's palm on his cheek, stroked it gently with his lips, and said in a low voice: "I thought about it. I once had the extravagant hope that I could live forever. A long life is full of temptation for anyone. It is enough to turn flesh and blood against each other. I want to have you, and you have told me that there can be no one else, so I will not have my own children. No matter who will inherit my future foundation, he will not be Your own son and grandson. You can’t trust people with close blood, not to mention people with such distant blood. How can you guarantee that they won’t hurt you? No matter what you say about Qin Shihuang’s Mausoleum being extravagant and wasteful and consuming national power, I will Build this royal tomb, trespassed and undiscovered in your day—you will be safe inside."

Ying Zheng spoke with an expression that was so persistent that it was almost paranoid.

He moved to Qin Zichu's side, rubbed Qin Zichu's cheek affectionately, but said in an extremely depressing tone: "In this case, even if you have endless lives, you will always belong to me. I won't worry about you before I die. If you fall in love with other people in the future, you will die with regret."

The smooth and warm skin passed close to Qin Zichu's cheek, but he suddenly felt that something was binding him tightly, and he could no longer move.

"Zi Chu, if I take a step ahead and stay in the imperial tomb, will you stay with me?"

Ying Zheng's voice entered his ears, and Qin Zichu suddenly woke up.

Facing Shang Yingzheng's eyes, he found a deeply suppressed panic in them.

Qin Zichu hugged Ying Zheng's body, rubbing his back gently.

Ying Zheng failed to get the answer he was expecting, and the fear in his heart continued to magnify.

A terrifying idea keeps rippling in his mind: If Zichu refuses to agree, I will kill him when I am about to die, and take him into the imperial mausoleum no matter what, so that he can accompany me forever up.

After a long silence, Qin Zichu suddenly let out a sigh.

He said softly: "I have been with you for so many years to get to where I am today. I don't know what my world will be like if you die. Ah Zheng, I am also a person who refuses to give in. Try If I live the best, other people will naturally look down on me. But I don’t want to be a lonely person wandering in the imperial tomb like a ghost, trying to survive. If there is a day, you can kill me before you die.”

Ying Zheng tightened his arms suddenly, and pressed Qin Zichu under him. Looking at his calm expression, he was speechless.

He really had the thoughts in Qin Zichu's mouth, but he described the terrible life in the imperial tomb with Qin Zichu's calm to cold tone...

Ying Zheng smiled wryly in his heart: I can't bear to hurt Qin Zichu now, so why would I be willing to kill him by myself then?

"Let's talk about it when the time comes. I'd rather you go before me." Ying Zheng closed his eyes and buried his head in Qin Zichu's neck, whispering helplessly.

"My lord, Princess Piao asks to see you." He said softly outside the door.

The time when the king succeeds to the throne is always in October every year. Even if King Qin Xiaowen passed away only three days after ascending the throne, Qin Zichu missed this year and still cannot ascend the throne. The servants in the palace still call him "Young Master".

Qin Zichu nodded in bewilderment, and agreed to Princess Piao's request to meet.

After looking at Ying Zheng, he said, "Okay, let her in."

Qin Zichu was very accommodating to this Princess Zhao who had never made a single mistake after living in the Yin Palace.

Although Princess Piao's behavior of never giving up made Qin Zichu difficult, but apart from that, Princess Piao never did any annoying actions to stalk her, and Qin Zichu couldn't find an excuse to send her back to Zhao.

Princess Piao walked into the palace with complete etiquette.

The immaturity on her face has gradually disappeared, replaced by a grown-up clarity.

"Master Zi Chu, please mourn." Princess Piao solemnly bowed to Qin Zi Chu as the ceremony of meeting the king.

She looked at the man who had not changed at all in her memory, with a wry smile on her face, and suddenly said: "Master Zi Chu, I am here to say goodbye to you. Although I know you will probably feel relieved, but I I want you to know about my departure. Yan and Zhao just ended a big battle, and I will be the most expensive reward."

After finishing speaking, Princess Piao kowtowed again with tears in her eyes, got up and left directly.

Qin Zichu couldn't help shaking his head.

When Ying Zheng saw Qin Zichu's expression, he immediately frowned, and said in a slightly sour tone, "Are you regretting it? Princess Piao hasn't left yet. If you stop her now, King Zhao must be very happy that 'King Qin' left her."

Qin Zichu gave Ying Zheng a sideways look, and said in a low voice, "Don't you feel pitiful? This era is too cruel to women. They are also living people with flesh and blood."

Ying Zheng said lightly: "Instead of worrying about the future of Princess Mio here, you might as well think about what to do with Mrs. Huayang—she will soon be the queen mother. If she is like Zhao Ji and produces some sons, you will It should be great.”

Qin Zichu stared at Yingzheng dumbfounded, and after a long time, he said, "Your prejudice against women is really serious. Mrs. Huayang is still very young, so it's not a problem to find another man to comfort her loneliness. Don't you want her Are you going to die alone? Just treat it as a male pet doing filial piety for you, and it will be over."

After hearing this, Ying Zheng had a choked look on his face.