Chaotic Qin

Qin Zichu looked at this exquisite and beautiful dress, as if he saw a dinosaur opening its bloody mouth to him!

Even though Qin Zichu claimed to be quick-witted, when he saw Lu Buwei graciously asking him to change into a skirt, his mind was completely blank for a moment, and he didn't know how to react at all.

"...Master?" Lu Buwei called Qin Zichu lightly, with a slight smile in his eyes.

Seeing Qin Zichu turning his face in a daze, he spread the dress on his knees, pointed his fingers at the clothes and said, "Follow the matter urgently, my lord, don't worry about these trivial matters anymore."

Qin Zichu took a deep breath and finally regained his composure.

He raised his hand to caress the light pink dress with exquisite embroidered patterns, was silent for a moment, then laughed, and said briskly: "What the Tai Tuo said is that life is more important than name."

Anyway, in the Warring States Period, he grew long hair and wore long robes every day, which was not much different from wearing skirts.

It's hypocritical to care about these little things!

Lu Buwei's carriage is extremely spacious and can accommodate adult men standing upright in it.

Qin Zichu pulled open his belt without any hesitation, and took off his outer robe with a relaxed expression.

The hem of his robe brushed against Lu Buwei's cheek, Lu Buwei couldn't help closing his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Without the protection of the outer robe, the cold air suddenly invaded the thin inner shirt, making Qin Zichu's body tremble.

Lu Buwei hastily lifted up the light pink dress that he temporarily put at his feet, and put it on Qin Zichu's shoulders.

Qin Zichu turned his face slightly, and his smooth black hair brushed across Lu Buwei's face in an instant. When the black hair fell down, Lu Buwei grabbed a few strands in his palm and played with them carefully.

He fixed his eyes on Qin Zichu's handsome side face, rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and said dryly, "Please ask Buwei to help you get dressed."

Qin Zichu was taken aback for a moment, and then felt the warm chest against his back.

He chuckled in his heart at Lu Buwei's pretending to be reserved, but he really couldn't figure out which of his actions captivated Lu Buwei and made him want to show closeness to him.

Qin Zichu didn't reveal Lu Buwei's thoughts, but simply stood on the ground with his legs spread apart.

He stretched out his arms, turned his head and said in a casual tone: "Then please trouble Mrs. Yi, who has never done this kind of thing, and really doesn't know how to wear women's clothes."

Lu Buwei instantly felt that he was offended, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that Qin Zichu's words had other meanings.

Lu Buwei always thought that Qin Zichu admired Zhao Ji very much, but if Qin Zichu really liked Zhao Ji, even if he only liked Zhao Ji's young and beautiful body, how could Qin Zichu never appreciate the beautiful posture of the beauty Luo Shanqingjie?

Now that I have seen it, how can I "do not know how to wear women's clothes"?

Was Qin Zichu implying that he never liked Zhao Ji, so he didn't pay attention to Zhao Ji...? !

Lu Buwei's mood turned from anger to joy, and he stared at Qin Zichu's back obsessively, but was unable to ask this question for a long time.

He became more and more uneasy, and the movements of his hands could not help but slow down.

Qin Zichu shook his head, his water-like long hair swayed slightly with his movements, and the strands caught by Lu Buwei shook his hand.

Lu Buwei woke up in an instant, wrapped his arms around Qin Zichu's slender waist, wrapped it layer by layer with a long skirt, and then took advantage of the movement of dressing Qin Zichu, took the opportunity to rub his palm in his palm for a few times before walking in front of Qin Zichu, He lowered his face and wrapped around the palm-wide belt, which outlined his thin waist.

A coquettish light pink costume was put on Qin Zichu's body, not only did he not look feminine, but on the contrary, he made him look like jade, and his temperament was as high as the bright moon.

Qin Zichu raised his hand, grabbed the wide cuff with some novelty, took a closer look at the pattern of butterflies wearing flowers on it, deliberately imitated Zhao Ji's gesture of raising his hand to half cover his cheek, and cast a sidelong glance at Lu Buwei.

He softened his voice and said tenderly, "What do you think of the stranger?"

Qin Zichu was already young, and there was hardly any trace of beard growth on his clean-shaven chin. At this moment, he covered the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of soul-stirring eyes, and his whole body revealed an indistinguishable beauty.

Lu Buwei's figure was clearly reflected in Qin Zichu's deep and charming double performance, so that Lu Buwei couldn't even speak, he could only nod repeatedly.

After a while, Lu Buwei also realized how stupid his actions were.

His movements froze, he hurriedly stopped his nodding, cleared his throat in a disguised manner, and said, "No matter what kind of clothes you wear, young master, you are always a top performer, but coarse and rotten clothes are not suitable for you."

Qin Zichu nodded, imitating the girl's posture and sitting in the carriage with his skirt on his back, stretched out his hand to brush all the long hair that was hanging behind his back to his front, raised his chin at Lu Buwei, and spread his hands to ask: "Can the master comb his hair? There is nothing a foreigner can do about a woman's hairstyle."

Lu Buwei seemed to be under control, and quickly knelt down behind Qin Zichu, holding his thick black hair with both hands.

It wasn't until his fingertips brushed against the delicate skin of Qin Zichu's nape that he woke up with a start.

"... Buwei doesn't know how to comb a woman's hair, so I called someone to come in and take care of you, Young Master." He looked at Qin Zichu's back, and a wry smile flashed across his face.

Raising his hand to wipe his face, Lu Buwei got up and waved to the outside of the carriage, and quickly called a servant.

The servant neatly combed Qin Zichu's hairstyle for a young girl. The moment Lu Buwei saw Qin Zichu's hairstyle, his face darkened, and he said coldly to the servant, "Pull it into a woman's bun!"

He frightened the maid so that she trembled all over, and immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times.

Immediately, the maid quickly changed Qin Zichu into a more complicated and gorgeous woman's bun, and hurriedly exited the carriage.

Qin Zichu kept his back to Lu Buwei, he raised his eyebrows high, and laughed at the petty thoughts that Lu Buwei couldn't express in his heart.

Wanting to turn him into a "woman" for captivity and prostitution, Lu Buwei's ambitions are really getting bigger and bigger.

Doesn't he feel that this is a fool's dream?

But Lu Buwei's usefulness has not yet been squeezed out, Qin Zichu suppressed his mind and did not expose the matter.

He raised his hand to touch his slightly prickly chin, and couldn't help laughing out loud——Qin Zichu remembered how Zhao Ji's male favorite, mentioned in the history books, entered the palace!

"Young Master, why are you laughing?" Lu Buwei walked around from Qin Zichu to him, and looked at Qin Zichu from top to bottom.

Qin Zichu has always maintained the delicate and soft sitting posture of a woman.

He raised his hand to cover the stubble on his chin, and when he heard Lu Buwei's question, he suddenly felt a mischievous urge, put down his sleeves, and raised his chin at him: "I have a beard all over my face, does the Tai Tuo think it doesn't matter?"

Lu Buwei took advantage of the opportunity to approach Qin Zichu, his face was very close, and he looked carefully at Qin Zichu's chin.

Qin Zichu was young, his beard was very shallow and very soft, but he hadn't shaved overnight, so it didn't look too eye-catching.

A thin layer undulates with the contours, not so much a beard, but more like a slightly thick hair on a woman's lips, which is not obtrusive at all, and only the clean chin can be seen clearly in the gradually rising sunlight.

Lu Buwei raised his hand to pinch Qin Zichu's chin, his thumb moved obsessively over his chin.

The smile on Qin Zichu's face became more teasing, Lu Buwei hurriedly let go of it as if his hand was burned, and his palms were clenched into fists hanging by his side.

He lowered his head and said softly, "Young Master, you are all good looking."

Qin Zichu put away his smile, and said blankly, "Yes, rare goods are available."

Lu Buwei was shaken by what Qin Zichu said, and he couldn't sit still.

He stared uncontrollably and said loudly: "What are you talking about?!"

Qin Zichu stood up, raised his foot and kicked the obstructing skirt to his side, walked a few steps in the carriage, moved to the rear-opening door, opened the hanging curtain, and let the cold morning wind blow into the carriage.

He sat at the back of the car, took the opportunity to tie the black cloth belt wrapped around his wrist to the door shaft and fluttered in the wind, turned his head to look at Lu Buwei and smiled without saying a word, making Lu Buwei fidget under such gaze.

Qin Zichu suddenly laughed softly, and said gently: "Teacher, you can rest assured, you said earlier that if you want to make your family bigger, you need to put me on the throne, the stranger knows that this is a fair and reasonable transaction."

Having said that, when the breeze blew past Qin Zichu, with the black hair fluttering around his cheeks swaying in his eyes, Lu Buwei looked into Qin Zichu's eyes and always felt that he had missed something.

Lu Buwei suddenly opened his mouth to defend himself, but what Qin Zichu said was the truth.

And at this time, he had already locked the car door as if nothing had happened, put down the thick curtain and sat back in the middle of the car, which made Lu Buwei not know what to say.

The carriage that Zhao Ji rode followed closely behind the carriage shared by Qin Zichu and Lu Buwei, but the specifications were not lowered by more than one level. Although the carriage compartment did not leak air everywhere, there was absolutely no way for Qin Zichu to dare to take off his coat and outer robe. Compared with the closedness of the compartment.

Therefore, although it is not clear, Zhao Ji's carriage can also see the scene in the previous carriage.

A tall and elegant figure in light pink pushed open the back door of the carriage to let in air, and his clean and soft hands shone like pearls under the sunlight!

Zhao Ji was startled, she suddenly grabbed Zhao Songshi's palm, and asked nervously: "Mother, do you think there is a woman in the carriage in front?"

Mrs. Zhao Song hurriedly supported Zhao Ji, pressed her shoulders and pushed her back into the cushion to comfort her: "Why can't you let me have less trouble? You have a full stomach now, even if the young master comes back, can you still serve her?" Him? He deliberately carried you behind his back, so he didn't want to bring him back. Why are you in a hurry. It is serious to give birth to a child. You can't be like me."

Zhao Ji rubbed her tall belly, and suddenly covered her freckled cheeks, with a look of resentment in her eyes, and said through gritted teeth, "What mother said is true, but since the son found out that I was pregnant, it has been more than seven months. Yes. He never touched me! Daughter, daughter will also miss a man..."

Zhao Songshi has been a well-behaved woman all her life. Even if she is a concubine, she is not a fighting concubine. She didn't know how to react to her daughter's shocking words, so she couldn't help but fell silent.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ji didn't need Zhao Songshi's response at all. She patted her belly and said with a bit of complaint: "It would be great if he came out quickly, so I can spend every night with the young master."

As soon as the words came out, Zhao Ji's eyes lit up suddenly, and she lowered her voice and said to Zhao Songshi: "Mother, I heard that many women in the palace can raise male pets."

Zhao Song's face was completely frightened by Zhao Ji's words, and there was no blood in the slightest!