Chaotic Qin

Qin Zichu was in a good mood, but Ying Zheng was in a bad mood.

He is a real ancient emperor, and Ying Zheng hates all accidents that may cause life-threatening.

Qin Zichu could let it go as an accident, but Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel that compared to Qin Zichu's gentle treatment, he should give this group of Zhao people who don't know what is good or bad a little bit of color, and let them know the emperor's wrath , a million corpses!

In the carriage, Qin Zichu leaned against Ying Zheng's arms in extreme discomfort.

He panted lightly with an ugly face, and Ying Zheng adjusted his posture to make him lean more comfortably.

Ying Zheng said distressedly: "Zi Chu, don't insist, I will take you out for a ride."

Qin Zichu nodded, then said with a wry smile, "I really don't want to try riding a horse all the way back to Xianyang. Compared with riding in a carriage, it's hard to say which is more like torture."

"Leg pain or headache, you can only choose one." Ying Zheng helped Qin Zichu, who was weak in both legs, knocked on the carriage, and led him out of the car.

Qin Zichu didn't resist Ying Zheng's decision, and got out of the car a little bit.

The autumn air was crisp and cool, and Qin Zichu soon felt that he had gained a new life.

"Okay, let's go." Qin Zichu laughed, his complexion gradually returned to rosy, and his frown that had been frowned all the way was completely unfurled.

Qin Zichu got on his horse and was about to move forward when Ying Zheng grabbed his wrist.

Ying Zheng looked up at Qin Zichu, suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, used his strength to get on the horse, and sat directly behind him.

Ying Zheng stretched his arms around Qin Zichu's waist, grabbed the reins, and urged the horse forward.

He turned his face sideways, and sprayed his warm breath on Qin Zichu's face, with a sense of teasing: "Master, let Zheng serve you."

Qin Zichu's fair face was instantly stained with a thin layer of red, and his back against Ying Zheng's chest straightened immediately.

With red ears, he pretended to be innocent and said, "Drive the horse well and don't get distracted."

Ying Zheng let out a low laugh, but didn't speak again, and the steed immediately moved forward leisurely.

The two huddled together, and every time they took a step forward, Qin Zichu bumped into Yingzheng's chest without any accident, and his body kept rubbing against Yingzheng's waist, which made him straighten his back even more, and tried to widen the distance that was distracting.

But Qin Zichu didn't know how Ying Zheng used his strength. He only needed to retract his arm lightly, and he was stuck tightly.

In the end, Qin Zichu could only cling tightly to Ying Zheng's arms and not move.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you on my way." Ying Zheng whispered into Qin Zichu's ear.

After hearing this, Qin Zichu couldn't help but hit Ying Zheng's abdomen hard with his elbow.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You sanctimonious liar, if you won't do anything to me, how will you react?"

Ying Zheng calmly tightened one arm, and moved forward holding the rein with one hand. His tone was indistinguishable: "You said that I was young and lustful, but I am not like this. How can I be worthy of your criticism."

Qin Zichu couldn't help biting his lower lip, the tight body and the arms wrapped around his waist that refused to let go made Qin Zichu give up more and more.

He kept relaxing his stiff back and leaned on Ying Zheng's arms.

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at Qin Zichu's waist, and suddenly let out a low laugh, which made his face burn even more.

After finally getting to the posthouse, Qin Zichu didn't even have the courage to slide off his horse.

Riding on a horse, he can still use the crown to cover the embarrassment around his waist, but if he stands upright under the horse, wouldn't the world be revealed?

"Is the lord unwell? Let the government help you." Ying Zheng said solemnly.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he directly hugged Qin Zichu in his arms, and walked quickly to the room.

Qin Zichu couldn't help but bury his face in his arms - he really didn't have the ability for Ying Zheng to say such shameless words justly and sternly.

Seeing Qin Zichu like this, Ying Zheng's tight abdomen trembled because he couldn't help laughing.

Qin Zichu gritted his teeth and said, "Enough is enough, is it so funny? Be careful, I'll let you wait and see."

Yingzheng's face remained unchanged, and he whispered in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Let's see? I've watched all the way—except for a certain person with a beautiful face like a peach blossom, I didn't see any scenery."

"Go out and sleep by yourself tonight!" Qin Zichu said unbearably.

Ying Zheng suddenly bumped Qin Zichu, causing him to grab Ying Zheng's front collar in panic, his eyes widened.

Only then did Ying Zheng chuckle and said, "I don't."

The two passed in front of two long rows of kneeling servants, whispering constantly.

After finally entering the door, Ying Zheng directly stuffed Qin Zichu into the quilt, neither of them cared about undressing, they hurriedly covered the quilt, and kept sliding their palms on each other.

After some entanglement, the majestic and solemn crown clothes hung on Qin Zichu's body in a mess.

He was lying on his back in the quilt with watery eyes, panting lowly, his two long legs were spread apart, and the space between them was terribly wet.

Ying Zheng's palm caressed Qin Zichu's long legs exposed in the air, and said with a low smile, "How does the lord feel about Zheng's service?"

Qin Zichu gave Ying Zheng a sideways look, and said in a hoarse and lazy tone, "Why, Ah Zheng wants to do it again?"

Ying Zheng couldn't help laughing out loud.

He leaned forward and kissed Qin Zichu's lips, and said softly, "The road is difficult, you have long since lost your strength."

"No" is an inherent taboo for men.

No matter how gentle Yingzheng's tone was and how well-intentioned his intentions were, Qin Zichu couldn't help but glared at him, and refused to admit defeat and said, "What's wrong with fighting again?"

Ying Zheng pulled the quilt to cover Qin Zichu, and a wave of warmth suddenly enveloped him.

"Heh, ah..." Qin Zichu couldn't help pulling on the mattress, and the muscles on his thighs tensed.

He straightened up suddenly, and then fell back into the mattress, biting his wrist directly, restraining the sound from coming out.

"...Zi Chu?" Ying Zheng stroked Qin Zichu's cheek lightly, and brushed his long, sweaty hair to the back of his head.

Qin Zichu blinked his sore eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth weakly and said, "I want to take a bath, my whole body is so sticky and uncomfortable."

Ying Zheng helped him sit up, and said in a low voice, "Is it okay to go by yourself? It's been a 'rest' for so long, if I help you again, I'm afraid someone will think too much. "

Qin Zichu rested for a while, propped himself up and got up.

Looking down at the wrinkled clothes on his body, Qin Zichu suddenly laughed: "It really is good to be the ruler of the country. No matter how bad my clothes are now, no one dares to ask me."

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Zichu helplessly, and didn't go out with him.

Unexpectedly, after Qin Zichu walked out of the room, he suddenly turned around and raised his chin: "Ah Zheng, why didn't you take a bath with me?"

"Aren't you afraid...?" Ying Zheng looked at himself and said meaningfully.

Qin Zichu stretched out his hand and said softly, "You haven't, why don't you go together."

When he walked out of the tub, Qin Zichu felt his palms ached and his arms were so sore that he didn't want to lift them up.

With a wry smile, Qin Zichu complained, "No wonder you had so many children."

Ying Zheng raised his long eyebrows proudly, held Qin Zichu's burning palm, and led him back to the dormitory.

The two squeezed tightly together, Ying Zheng wrapped Qin Zichu in his arms, and he tossed and turned so Qin Zichu couldn't fall asleep.

Qin Zichu raised his eyes to meet Yingzheng's shining eyes at night, and he suddenly said, "Zichu, I still want it."

"...Ah?!" Qin Zichu opened his mouth slightly in a daze.

"I want it." Ying Zheng insisted on emphasizing it again.

Qin Zichu leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, and said in a low voice, "Sure enough, he is the greedy first emperor."

Qin Zichu didn't know when this time would end at all, the feeling of the carriage shaking accompanied him to wake up, a big hand gently pressed Qin Zichu's forehead, non-stop.

Qin Zichu opened his eyes and blinked a few times to see who the shadow above his head was, and then he fell asleep peacefully again.

Ying Zheng, who was reading the state affairs slip above his head, raised his mouth quietly, and raised his hand to cover Qin Zichu from the bright sunlight that broke into the carriage.

Some things are afraid of the beginning, since the ban on the road was lifted, Qin Zichu never got up on time in the morning again.

But when he got motion sickness, everyone from the servants to the generals who guarded him knew about it. Everyone thought it was because of his discomfort and he didn't have a good rest, but no one thought about it.

Through this journey, Qin Zichu "miraculously" cured his motion sickness without any medicine.

Returning to Xianyang Palace, which he hadn't seen for a long time, Qin Zichu couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic.

He looked back at Ying Zheng, pulled him to sit on the throne together, and said with emotion: "We are finally back."

Ying Zheng put away his relaxed and comfortable expression during the journey, his eyes shone with a sharp light, and suddenly said: "Call Tingwei Han Fei to see you."

Qin Zichu turned to look at Ying Zheng, and asked in a low voice, "Ah Zheng, what happened? Why do you suddenly want to see Han Fei?"

His eyes were cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Han Fei's decree can now be enforced. Baojia Liansi, since you have thoroughly investigated the identities of the two people with your intentions to commit crimes, you should also let Zhao Guo, a group of foolish people who have enjoyed enough of your generous treatment Knowing my Great Qin's decree, you can't easily escape after committing a crime!"

"But we all know that the others are innocent. Even if those two have malicious intentions, they will never get close to us without a good chance." Qin Zichu couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

Everything in modern times has long been imprinted in his soul.

Ying Zheng let out a cruel laugh.

He said in a calm tone: "Since they mentioned that you have known each other since childhood, who dares to say that no one else among these people can recognize your identity? If weeds are to be eradicated, they will all die."

Qin Zichu suddenly took a deep breath and froze in place, unable to speak anymore.

He heard his own heart beating violently, but in the end, Qin Zichu nodded silently and stiffly, and said in a weak voice: "You are right, Ah Zheng. I am... a woman's benevolence again."

Without waiting for Yingzheng to comfort him, Qin Zichu gave a wry smile: "After sitting in this position, I also started to become arrogant. All the bad habits from before showed up."

Ying Zheng held Qin Zichu's trembling palm under the table, staring intently at Qin Zichu's warm eyes.

He shook his head, and said softly: "Zi Chu, you have always been good, but you have never been as cruel and ruthless as an emperor—you are too kind."

"Greetings, my lord, Han, Han Fei, see you." A man dressed in ordinary Qin costume knelt at the door and kowtowed.

Qin Zichu looked up and met the eyes of the person who came up.

It turned out to be Han Fei? !

How could he dress up like this!