Chaotic Qin

After Mo was silent for a long time, he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let's do this."

Panting heavily, he tried his best to suppress his emotions and said, "But Mr. Chu, craftsmen are also human beings, they..."

Qin Zichu shook his head with a smile, and said in a shameless tone: "I didn't say I was going to kill them. But since Mr. Jimo agreed to this matter, I will trouble you—oh, yes, you Are you afraid that the craftsmen will be killed? I will let them come over and follow you to learn how to make sand tables, and send them back after making more sand tables.”

Ji Mo's patient expression froze, and the words full of accusations like "You're cheating" were clearly written in his eyes.

Qin Zichu kept a gentle smile on his face, shamelessly pretending that he didn't understand his eyes.

The two looked at each other and fell silent.

After a while, Ji Mo rubbed his palms together and sighed aggrievedly.

He shook his head and sat down opposite Qin Zichu again, and said with a wry smile: "Master Zichu's two-year salary is really not a white-collar job. How much did you say today? My Mohist disciple has studied Tianleizhen for more than a year and has already been accepted by you." Unraveling the mystery has nothing to do with us; the sand table that I didn't want to take over was done honestly."

Qin Zichu blinked his eyes, and said in a pure and innocent tone: "The Mo family originally served the Zheng country, but the Zheng country has long been destroyed—isn't this enough to prove that the Mo family is not suitable for conquering the world?"

"But my Mo family doesn't only have tools." Ji Moqiang replied with some restraint.

Qin Zichu laughed even more happily when he heard this.

He shook his head and said in a tone of disapproval: "Zi Chu thinks, Mr. is wrong. Technology has a huge influence on warfare, and can even play a decisive role. But Mr. Ji Mo can guarantee that the knowledge of the Mohist school will not be Does anyone know? No! If He Zichu hadn’t spoken first, I am afraid that the results you get today will be made public tomorrow, and you will lose the absolute advantage in strength and return to a state where the strength is almost the same. No matter how much knowledge you have It's useless. More importantly, no matter how powerful it is, it can only play a powerful role under the premise of having a wise leader. What the Mohists are wrong is not the spirit of research and development that is handed down now, but the mistaken belief that As long as you have power, you can control everything."

After Qin Zichu finished speaking, the servant had already said softly outside the courtyard: "My lord, General Li Mu is here."

"Let General Li Mu come in." Qin Zichu nodded, and the servant immediately turned around and went out, bringing Li Mu in.

Qin Zichu didn't like courtiers bowing down to him, so he got rid of the habit of ministers long ago. Li Mu, who didn't travel with the army, often went in and out of Xianyang Palace recently, and he knew this very well.

He sat directly in front of Qin Zichu, and said, "I heard that the young master is looking for Li Mu."

Qin Zichu nodded, and led Li Mu to look at the Mohist disciple opposite him, and explained what he planned to do.

Li Mu's eyes lit up immediately, and he said loudly: "If you have this tool, you will be able to get twice the result with half the effort when attacking the city! Li Mu is willing to help you."

"Then let General Li Mu complete this matter with Mr. Jimo and the others. It just so happens that the general has not left at this time. Once this is completed, he will immediately rush to the front line with the sand table." Qin Zichu heard the satisfactory answer, and immediately put the entire task on the line. Entrusted down.

Having achieved the purpose in his heart, he stopped staying any longer and directly took Ying Zheng to leave.

Sitting in the carriage, Qin Zichu nestled on the side of Ying Zheng's neck a little tired, relying on him to sit still.

Ying Zheng stroked Qin Zichu's cheek lightly, and said in a low voice of concern, "Are you feeling unwell again? I will take you on horseback."

Qin Zichu buried his face in Yingzheng's neck and shook his head.

He said in a soft voice: "In a short time, I will be enthroned as the King of Qin. We can't just ride horses when we go out, otherwise it will be too imposing."

"But you're not feeling well, so what about riding a horse? I, Qiang Qin, don't care about these things as much as the Kingdom of Shandong." Ying Zheng lifted Qin Zichu's cheek, and rubbed his forehead in distress.

Qin Zichu couldn't help but close his eyes, and entrusted all his weight to Ying Zheng.

He said softly, "It's really comfortable."

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Zichu, who was unexpectedly close to him today, and understood the key point after a little thought.

He kissed Qin Zichu's forehead, held him in his arms, and said in a gentle tone: "Zichu, don't have other worries, I didn't think too much about it. I know that what you are greedy for is not the power of the emperor, let alone, you are in this position Now, I feel more at ease than anyone else."

Qin Zichu couldn't help but raised his arms and hugged Ying Zheng's waist even more tightly.

There was a sense of confusion in his voice: "Ah Zheng, the chariot of the Qin State that dominated the battlefield is yours, and even the sand table was first unearthed in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. What I am doing now is actually repeating your achievements. Why don't you ever say it?"

Ying Zheng smiled softly: "I don't know how many things I brought into the mausoleum to be buried with them—is there a sand table?"

Qin Zichu couldn't help laughing: "Don't tease me. I know that when you mentioned the sand table, you weren't really surprised, otherwise your comprehension is too amazing. I just remembered this thing two days ago, it's so embarrassing to death gone."

Ying Zheng smiled and patted Qin Zichu's back, his voice was so gentle that water dripped out: "As long as you are happy, I will be happy too."

"It's great to have you by my side all the time, it's reassuring." Qin Zichu simply pulled Ying Zheng to lie flat in the carriage, laying his head on Ying Zheng's arm, and turned his head to Ying Zheng's eyes.

The two swayed slightly as the carriage moved forward, their gazes diverged and they hurriedly searched for each other, and they kept smiling at each other.

Ying Zheng simply stretched out his long arms, directly pressed Qin Zichu tightly into his arms, and raised his legs to clamp Qin Zichu's feet between his legs.

The two stuck close together tightly.

The carriage shook suddenly, and Qin Zichu suddenly made a low nasal sound.

His voice was full of depression and patience, and he couldn't help standing up and rubbing against Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng then tightened his body and hugged him even harder.

Wave after wave of friction pushed Qin Zichu, he bit his lip tightly, but his breathing became faster and faster, Ying Zheng simply lifted his robe and stretched his hand in.

Qin Zichu buried his head on the side of his neck almost immediately, completely against Ying Zheng's body.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Zichu let out a sound of relaxation, and Ying Zheng withdrew his palm.

Wiping the marks on his palms with a cloth towel, Ying Zheng smiled and stuffed the cloth into his arms, and whispered in Qin Zichu's ear, "I want to stay as a souvenir too."

Qin Zichu, who was still a little confused at first, immediately sat up straight, his bright eyes widened.

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ just collected your deciduous teeth as a souvenir?

Ying Zheng, you are too narrow-minded! !

Give me back my black history! ! !

Before Qin Zichu could react, Ying Zheng had already hugged him back into his arms, rubbed Qin Zichu's back and said viciously, "Why don't you get carsick?"

Some things are like this, it’s fine when you don’t draw attention, but once you are reminded, it becomes unbearable in an instant.

Qin Zichu immediately sensed Ying Zheng's malice.

A nausea surged up from his stomach, forcing him to turn pale, leaning back into Ying Zheng's arms and not daring to move.

Ying Zheng hugged Qin Zichu and sat against the wall of the car, rubbing his back one after another to comfort him.

When Qin Zichu could bear it no longer, they finally returned to Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng knelt on one knee in the carriage, and carefully smoothed the hem of Qin Zichu's robe so that no one would see through the relationship between the two.

He suddenly raised his head to meet Qin Zichu's eyes, and said in a low voice, "I think the crotch pants you have criticized for a long time are very good."

Qin Zichu's pale face was instantly covered with a thin layer of red.

Seeing him like this, Ying Zheng showed a relieved look, got up and stroked his cheek lightly and said, "This way, my face will look much better."

When getting out of the car, Ying Zheng suddenly stopped walking side by side with Qin Zichu, but silently took a step back and followed behind him.

"... Ah Zheng, why is this?" Qin Zichu looked at Ying Zheng with puzzled eyes.

Ying Zheng smiled calmly, as if he had thought about this question thousands of times and said naturally: "I can no longer pretend to be a child and walk with you. But walking behind you, I can rest assured , so that no one can bypass me to assassinate you."

Qin Zichu's eyes turned red, and he almost burst into tears.

He never thought that Ying Zheng, who was born for power, could make such a concession for him.