Chaotic Qin

Qin Zichu turned his back to hide his red eyes, and walked forward with his head held high.

Ying Zheng quietly followed behind him, maintaining the distance between them without taking a step.

Qin Zichu could feel the soft gaze always on his back, making every step he took more calm and gentle.

After finally returning to the back hall, Qin Zichu suddenly turned around and said to the palace people, "Go out and close the door."

Ying Zheng stood quietly on the spot, his eyes fell on Qin Zichu's face, watching him instantly eliminate the distance between them.

He raised his arms to wrap around Qin Zichu's slender waist, wrapping his lips around his lips and rubbing them gently.

Unfortunately, before he could do anything more, Ying Zheng's complexion changed drastically, and he pushed Qin Zichu away.

"...Are you changing your teeth again?" The emotion on Qin Zichu's face faded away, leaving a strange blush on his cheekbones.

He looked at Ying Zheng with a suppressed smile in his eyes, but his shoulders shrugged back and forth.

Ying Zheng spit out two small white teeth, looked up at Qin Zichu and said suddenly, "When they grow out, I will finish changing my teeth."

When Qin Zichu thought of something, a blush flashed across his face.

He stepped forward and pressed his lips to Ying Zheng, and it was instant.

Afterwards, Qin Zichu said softly, "You didn't change your teeth just now, and I didn't refuse to get close to you either—but I don't think I will ever forget that scene in my life."

#When I kissed the male god for the first time, the male god was changing teeth#

#Why are male gods always changing teeth#

#Even the deciduous teeth can't stand it anymore, is it really okay to be so intimate? #

Ying Zheng's face darkened, he pressed Qin Zichu into his arms, and said indignantly, "Do you have to bring this up?"

Finally, Qin Zichu couldn't help laughing out loud, and he clung to Ying Zheng laughing so hard that his whole body was trembling.

He stuck to Yingzheng's ear and said, "What a rare opportunity? Not many people can find out that each other's teeth have fallen out while kissing, right?"

Ying Zheng patted Qin Zichu's buttocks not too hard, and said sullenly, "Come down, stop making trouble."

Instead of staying away from Yingzheng, Qin Zichu raised his arms to wrap his arms around the back of Yingzheng's neck, grabbed Yingzheng's long black hair that was casually tied into a braid and hung behind his head, pressed down on his head hard, and directly printed his lips on it.

There was a touch of warmth in the soft lips, Ying Zheng was immediately surrendered by Qin Zichu.

He exerted all his strength with both arms, tightly bound the thin body in his arms, like a hungry beast that finally caught his favorite prey, he kept tasting Qin Zichu's lips, and eagerly penetrated into the gap between Qin Zichu's lips and teeth, Pry open the secret to find the treasure.

Qin Zichu gently cooperated with Ying Zheng's attack, allowing it to stir up trouble in his own mouth.

His fingers were buried between Yingzheng's hair, and his fingertips gently slid and rubbed against Yingzheng's smooth and strong hair. The excellent feel made him unable to resist tearing off the cloth towel that bound his long hair.

Ying Zheng pushed Qin Zichu continuously and pressed him against the pillar carved with exquisite patterns. Qin Zichu raised his head, and he could hear the panting in his nostrils, and the gorgeous robe tightly wrapped around his body became messy.

"Ah Zheng." Qin Zichu grabbed Ying Zheng's long hair and softly called his name with confused eyes.

Ying Zheng was burying his head between Qin Zichu's loose skirts, and he let him taste a piece of tender neck.

Hearing Qin Zichu's call, Ying Zheng let go and stood up, put his big hand on Qin Zichu's cheek and stroked it, hugged him and sat on the ground slowly, pressed his fingers on Qin Zichu's flushed lips and rubbed back and forth, and suddenly smiled.

"If you're not the person in power in Qin State, and your lips are swollen like this, I'm afraid someone will make rumors about you when you go out." Ying Zheng's fingers slid down Qin Zichu's beautiful jaw and fell on his neck, rubbing his fingertips back and forth. The rolling Adam's apple because of Qin Zichu's rapid breathing.

He chuckled and said, "But now, everyone is prostrate at your feet, and no one can see you except me."

Qin Zichu finally regained his composure.

He patted Yingzheng's paws away, tugged at the front of his clothes, and joked, "Oh? If you were so afraid of being known, you wouldn't rush up after I kicked out the palace slaves—you said you're counting now Not considered a male favorite?"

Ying Zheng's eyes fell on Qin Zichu's waist, and he said pointedly: "If a male favorite can do whatever you want with you like I do, I'm afraid everyone will be looking forward to being Zichu's male favorite."

Thinking of the fingers on the carriage that almost cut open his body, Qin Zichu's face became even hotter.

Before Qin Zichu could say anything, Ying Zheng had already hugged him in his arms, and whispered into his ear: "Whoever dares to treat you like I do, I will cut him to pieces, then tie you up, so that you will never die again." Can't see anyone."

Ying Zheng spoke as if he suddenly remembered something, and swept Qin Zichu up and down.

"Ah Zheng, what's the matter?" Qin Zichu tidied up his clothes and was about to get up, but Ying Zheng pressed his shoulders and couldn't move.

He couldn't help but look up at Ying Zheng.

After a moment's pause, Ying Zheng suddenly said, "Before you came here, was there... someone close to you?"

Considering that elopement of girls and remarriage of widows during the Warring States period were very common, Qin Zichu said straightforwardly, "Before I met you, my life was of course uncontrollable."

"...That's what happened." Ying Zheng's expression darkened instantly.

When Qin Zichu saw him like this, his happy mood disappeared without a trace.

He said with a feeling of digging old accounts: "As if you have never done it? I don't know where the dozens of sons of the first emperor came from."

Ying Zheng's face froze, completely ignoring what happened to Qin Zichu, and immediately restrained himself.

He explained softly: "It's the first time I have someone I admire, and that person is you, but you already have someone I admire, so I'm very unhappy."

Qin Zichu retorted subconsciously: "You can have children with you if you don't like it, it seems that I should be angry with you more."

Hearing Qin Zichu's words, Ying Zheng suddenly felt that he had pushed himself into a bad situation.

He hugged Qin Zichu again, and said in a coquettish tone, "I don't feel happy—why I couldn't meet you sooner."

Qin Zichu gently stroked Ying Zheng's back as if comforting a coquettish animal.

He explained in a gentle tone: "What you like is me who has experienced my previous life. Without those things, there would be no me now; I also like you now. So, don't worry about unnecessary things."

"But when I think of someone who has tasted you like me, I want to kill him—or are they?" Ying Zheng couldn't help showing his murderous intent while speaking.

Qin Zichu didn't answer the question again.

Of course he can say "no one" to Ying Zheng, but he has grasped the gist of the matter.

What Yingzheng cares about is not how much he has achieved, but that he has opened up his heart to other people, and Yingzheng will not be happy.

Hateful possessiveness.

"When I'm dead, it's really a good decision to bring you into the imperial mausoleum." After a long silence, Ying Zheng suddenly spoke.

He nodded, as if agreeing with what he said: "Even if I can't control what happened before, at least you will always belong to me afterwards."

Qin Zichu couldn't tell whether he was moved or scared.

His understanding of Ying Zheng made Qin Zichu understand that what Ying Zheng said was not a word of love, but his true inner thoughts.

But regarding the future, Qin Zichu has already made a promise to Ying Zheng.

Then, no matter which of the two of them died first, he could let Ying Zheng arrange his future.

So, Qin Zichu pushed Yingzheng's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Get up, there are still many things to deal with."

Seeing that Qin Zichu didn't say a word for his former lover, Ying Zheng also slowly recovered his mood.

After getting up, he asked, "Click my hair."

Qin Zichu couldn't help laughing: "I thought you would want me to put your teeth away."

When Ying Zheng lowered his head, he happened to see the last two deciduous teeth that Qin Zichu had been holding in his palm.

Sima Shang took Zhao's last 20 soldiers to guard Jinyang.

He looked at the boundless Qin army below the city with a solemn expression, feeling solemn and stirring.

Perhaps this will be his last battle on the battlefield, but the lord is willing to trust him and hand over all the last troops of Zhao State to him. Sima Shang will definitely defend Zhao State to the death and prevent Zhao State from perishing.

Since the State of Zhao was able to resist the invasion of the Huns, break the conspiracy of the State of Yan, and survive the failures of the Battle of Changping and the Battle of Handan, then this country, which has been swaying in the wind and rain for hundreds of years, must also be able to survive Qin Jun's attack this time.

Sima Shang slowly walked down the tower, and suddenly stopped when he saw the guarding soldiers who still hadn't removed the arrows from their shoulders.

He knelt down on one knee in front of the young soldier, tried his best to pull a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "Why don't you go for treatment?"

The little soldier tried to touch the blood on his face, but only made himself look worse.

He said seriously: "It's just a small injury, and there will be fewer people defending the city when I go down to treat the wounded. I can't let Zhao Guo perish. The Qin army loves to kill us Zhao people. I have to protect my mother and my wife." .”

Sima Shang patted the little soldier's shoulder hard, pressed him directly against the city wall, and started to undo the little soldier's armor.

With a strong hand, he pulled out the arrow very skillfully.

The area around the wound was already red, swollen and festered, and Sima Shang helped the little soldier suck out the pus and blood and vomited it aside without hesitation.

With red eyes, he said loudly: "Yes, our soldiers of Zhao State are not afraid of death, Zhao State will not perish!"

The young general Li Xin, who had shown his ability because of his bravery in killing the enemy this time, listened to the yelling of the Zhao army outside the tent, and his expression became more and more angry.

But Wang Jian, the coach of the Qin Army, sat in the tent and looked at the topographic map on the table, as if he didn't hear a sound.

"General, Master Zi Chu sent 20 soldiers, why do we have to do all the turtles in the barracks, and not go out and kill Zhao Jun!" Li Xin finally couldn't do it, he jumped up and asked angrily.

Wang Jian didn't even look at Li Xin, and said in a deep voice, "Sit down!"

Li Xin felt a little afraid of this very dignified coach, and when he was shouted and questioned by Wang Jian, he couldn't help but sit back.

But Li Xin's eyes were fixed on Wang Jian, hoping that he could answer his question.

Wang Jian once again calculated the layout of the war, and thought about how to arrange it in his mind. Then he glanced at Li Xin and said: "The mourning army will win, you are too impulsive."

"...What does the general mean?"

Wang Jian smiled confidently: "We wait for work with ease, wear down the momentum of Zhao Jun, and let them surrender at exhaustion!"