Chaotic Qin

When Ying Zheng heard Qin Zichu's words, instead of being happy for him, he stepped forward and hugged Qin Zichu's body.

He said guiltily, "Zi Chu, I have wronged you."

Qin Zichu hugged Ying Zheng's strong waist with his backhand, and couldn't help laughing.

He took a deep breath, strained the smile on his face, and replied calmly: "Ah Zheng, you think too much, I don't feel wronged."

Before Ying Zheng could refute, Qin Zichu had already kissed his lips to stop what Ying Zheng was about to say.

The soft tongue nimbly squeezed into Yingzheng's lips, hooking his palate, rubbing against it little by little, causing slight itchiness.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but joined in and danced along with it, but Qin Zichu's tongue rolled him and hooked him in his mouth. The tip of the tongue rubbed against the bottom of his tongue, moving gently along the smooth veins, and focused all of Ying Zheng's attention on it. .

Ying Zheng couldn't help but hold Qin Zichu tightly in his arms, and sucked Qin Zichu's tongue hard, until the person in his arms struggled slightly, then he opened his mouth and let go of Qin Zichu.

Qin Zichu's face was crimson, and there was a hint of fascination in his eyes.

Reluctantly, he sucked and bit Ying Zheng's sharp lower lip a few times before explaining softly: "Ah Zheng, I was originally sitting in the position of the king thanks to your advice to me on weekdays. Life and death, I have never been as decisive as you; the conspiracy is weird, and I can't do it at my fingertips. The position of the king is not suitable for me. Although I am used to enjoying the enjoyment that someone will carefully remember every word I say, but if I continue to be the king of Qin, It is not a good thing for you, me, and Qin Guo."

There was suspicion in Ying Zheng's eyes, and he looked straight into Qin Zichu's eyes.

After a long time, he nodded and said softly: "Okay, if that's the case, I won't worry about you."

As he spoke, Ying Zheng suddenly smiled.

He leaned close to Qin Zichu's ear, bit his earlobe lightly and said in a low voice, "Han Fei really couldn't wait to prevent the Korean survivors from being impoverished. It's only been a few days, and he actually killed some of the survivors of Han and Zhao. The children with qualifications are selected and waiting for your inspection. I have already told Han Fei not to reveal your identity to the group of half-grown children, and let Han Fei take them into the palace tomorrow so that you can meet them. If you like it, leave it alone. Next, if you don't like it, throw it to the doctoral officer to teach, so that they won't make trouble all day long."

Ying Zheng curled his lips as he spoke, showing a hint of dissatisfaction.

Qin Zichu keenly noticed the dissatisfaction in Ying Zheng's heart, and couldn't help feeling puzzled.

The state of Qin has set up doctoral officers for many years, and the requirements for doctoral officers are extremely broad.

Among the doctoral officers, there are schools of Yin-Yang School, Taoism, Legalism, Confucianism, and Miscellaneous Schools. They not only have the right to discuss politics, but also serve as advisors on weekdays, and occasionally even serve as officials of rites.

Doctoral officers have been used by Ying Zheng as a panacea. Whether it is discussing politics, making ceremonies, collecting books, teaching, testing strategies, or going on missions, when there is a shortage of manpower, they are directly drawn from them.

Once granted this official position, he will soon be able to flourish.

Qin Zichu really couldn't think of how anyone among the doctoral officers could make Ying Zheng unhappy.

He asked strangely: "Does the doctor officer make you angry?"

Ying Zheng lay on his back beside Qin Zichu, holding his palm, playing with Qin Zichu's thin fingers back and forth, putting them into his mouth and biting his knuckles lightly.

Qin Zichu thought that Ying Zheng would not answer his question, but unexpectedly after a long time, he suddenly said: "The doctor officers have been clamoring for me to marry a wife recently, and I am very upset-in fact, they have done nothing wrong , but I don't want to see them meddling in this matter."

Ying Zheng's voice was muffled, as if he was depressed and angry that he could not control the situation in front of him.

Qin Zichu pulled out the finger that was still bitten by Ying Zheng, and said with a low smile, "So you were losing your temper."

Yingzheng grabbed Qin Zichu's slender waist, held him in his arms, pulled Qin Zichu's mian with his palms, and pecked and kissed his neck and chest all the way down.

He let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity, and suddenly bit Qin Zichu's heart, and said unhappily: "I'm not interested in women from the Six Kingdoms now, and I'm not happy to pay a large sum of money to support them."

Qin Zichu cooperatively threw away his heavy crown robe, turned over and lay down in the soft bedding, and stroked Ying Zheng's cheek with his fingers.

He smiled and said, "I have a good idea, which will allow you to find a good place to house the extra noble women."

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Zichu, and his palms slid across the cool skin on his arms.

He frowned, and hurriedly wrapped Qin Zichu tightly with a quilt, until his body gradually returned to temperature, then he untied Qin Zichu's belt little by little, and took off the trousers from his waist.

Ying Zheng said in a low voice, "Zi Chu, are you planning to bestow those women on meritorious ministers?"

Qin Zichu nodded.

Ying Zheng shook his head and denied this idea: "Children grow up in the hands of women when they are young. Although I don't want to admit it, children are born with a close feeling for their mother. Moreover, the scheming of noble women is far from the same as that of my ministers who share weal and woe. If these women are sent to the backyard of important ministers, will there be any hidden dangers, I am really not sure."

He shook his head as he spoke, and said helplessly: "After all, after the destruction of the Six Kingdoms, all the noble women were still locked in the palace, so that they could no longer communicate with others."

Qin Zichu pressed Ying Zheng's chest that was much warmer than his own, and said in disbelief, "Ah Zheng, who told you to marry them to middle-aged and elderly men with wives and children? If you find them a good husband , Do you think there are more women who are willing to give up their lives for the sake of the country, or are there more women who are willing to care for their husbands and children, and enjoy wealth and glory?"

Qin Zichu buried his head in Yingzheng's neck, and couldn't stop laughing: "Ah Zheng, you really think too much."

People who are unhappy will want to take revenge on society.

The subjugated aristocratic woman who was guarded was like a frightened bird at this moment. How many people have the intention to take revenge on Qin?

The defeated country originally raised them, but it was only for marriage.

These women's sense of belonging to the country is far less than that of their brothers. As long as Ying Zheng can give them a marriage that protects them from wind and rain, Qin Zichu doesn't think that these young girls will live comfortably. However, they insist on killing the enemy Defeat Qin and restore a country that has been defeated and has no possibility of recovery.

"Zi Chu, do you think they won't do this?" Ying Zheng was used to the darkest part of human nature, but now he could not accept what Qin Zichu said.

After laughing for a while, Qin Zichu shook his head, and said softly, "There may be a few exceptions, but most of them won't have such thoughts."

Not everyone can be a beautiful female spy. It requires too high IQ and EQ. It is too hard to say whether aristocratic women who have confiscated professional training can have this talent.

Ying Zheng squeezed Qin Zichu's slender waist, squeezed between the two slender legs, and suddenly pushed forward.

He pressed Qin Zichu and said, "Zichu, if you finish worrying about those things, can you pay more attention to me?"

Qin Zichu put his arms around Ying Zheng's neck, straightened his waist to meet his movements, and said in a panting tone, "I, uh... don't I care enough about you? Greedy guy..."

Ying Zheng smiled with satisfaction.

He only slept for more than an hour, but when Ying Zheng woke up, he felt energetic.

He gently touched Qin Zichu's cheek, lifted the quilt carefully, put on a uniform, and left the room.

He knelt outside the door and kowtowed deeply, not daring to look up at Ying Zheng at all—a basin of warm water was placed beside her, and a small medicine box was placed beside the basin.

Yingzheng is very familiar with the smell of this stuff, and many concubines who were once favored by him used it to remove bruises on their bodies.

Ying Zheng glanced at He, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

Yingzheng knew his relationship with Qin Zichu in his heart, and he might be able to hide it from the courtiers, but he couldn't hide it from these palace servants who were close to him. When a man is excited, it is always difficult to control his strength, and Qin Zichu does occasionally leave some subtleties. Mark of.

Given Qin Zichu's not cautious attitude towards this, the two had maintained a close relationship for several years but were never discovered by the courtiers.

Then, it can only be said that someone deliberately helped Qin Zichu cover up the matter.

For this candidate, he thinks about nothing but He.

And He knelt outside the door at this moment, deliberately appearing in front of him, already expressing his willingness to regard Yingzheng as his master.

"Remember what to do; also remember what not to say." Ying Zheng was disgusted with He.

He only said a word to He who was kneeling on the ground, then walked out of the bedroom without looking back, and walked towards the main hall of Xianyang Palace.

A group of palace slaves immediately followed Ying Zheng's footsteps, facing the morning light, and cast countless long shadows in the corridor.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps in the sleeping hall completely disappeared that He got up from the ground trembling all over.

She lowered her head all the time, picked up the water basin and walked into the room. Qin Wang Zichu, who was supposed to be deeply asleep, opened a pair of clear eyes and looked out the door.

His eyes were clean and bright, but there was no human warmth in them.

He Ben felt even more fearful, he stopped, and stood at the door, he was so frightened that he couldn't move.

"Azheng warned you, didn't you?" Qin Zichu chuckled, nodded to himself, and said calmly, "You chose this time to let him know that you are involved in this matter, and you have already chosen to deal with him." Express your loyalty. In this case, come here and push away the bruises on your body."

He's whole body trembled into a ball.

She knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Qin Zichu, but no sound came out of her mouth.

Qin Zichu waved at her and said with a light smile, "Okay, come here. People go to high places and water flows to low places. I didn't blame you. Don't look frightened. My waist hurts and hurts." "

Only then did He cautiously raise his head, and took a peek at Qin Zichu.

Immediately, she hurried forward with a basin full of warm water in her hands. After cleaning her hands, she dug out a thick layer of fragrant ointment and pushed it between Qin Zichu's waist and abdomen.

"Uh, uh...uh...a little more force here." Qin Zichu lay on his stomach under the quilt, buried his face in his arms, showing no sense of shame.

A teardrop suddenly hit Qin Zichu's back, He stopped his movements, covered his face and sobbed softly.

"My lord, why, why should you wrong yourself and apologize to the crown prince, a bastard who doesn't understand human relations at all?" He finally couldn't help but speak.

She couldn't move her eyes away from Qin Zichu's bright red marks that bloomed from his back to his buttocks. Even if he hypnotized himself again and again, He still clearly knew the origin of these things.

Qin Zichu turned over and sat up, not caring at all that the wetness between his legs stained the mattress.

He grabbed He's neck, tightened his fingers, and said with a calm smile: "If you think this is wrong, why did you leave this sentence until now? He, a year and a half ago, the person outside the bathroom The figure is you. Hehe, without your 'loyalty', how could the relationship between Ah Zheng and me have been maintained peacefully to this day? However, if you think that you can gain something by using this matter as a threat, I don't mind doing it right now. Let me send you on your way. A lot of slaves died in Xianyang Palace, it’s not even a trivial matter.”

He's eyes widened in fright, and he struggled non-stop while grabbing Qin Zichu's wrist.

She was looking forward to breaking away from Qin Zichu's control, but women's natural strength cannot be compared with men's. Even if He tried his best, he still couldn't break free from Qin Zichu's control.

He's complexion was gradually covered with ashes, and it was only then that Qin Zichu said calmly, "What should I do in the future, do you understand?"

Without answering his own question, Qin Zichu had already let go of his hands, lay back on the mattress again, and lazily ordered: "Continue pressing your waist."

He trembled all over, but before she had time to take a deep breath, she subconsciously put her hands on Qin Zichu's waist, pushing and rubbing the stiff muscles for him.

Qin Zichu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with satisfaction in his heart: If he continued to work so honestly earlier, it would be over, if he waited until Ah Zheng came to power, he would be so impatient to gain a sense of presence.

Did He really think that he was captured by Yingzheng for molestation in the inner palace?

This idea is too ridiculous!

Qin Zichu sneered in his heart as He pretended to be smart, but he didn't know that a group of really smart kids were being led into Xianyang Palace by Han Fei at this time.

"Young Master Fei, are you ashamed to send us to Qin Prince Chu for your own survival?" The waist-high boy who had just passed Han Fei combed his hair and raised his head to ask him a serious question.

The young man's expression was very calm, as if the question he asked was justified, but Han Fei's face turned pale when he said it.

Han Fei greeted the waiter, handed him a bag of copper coins, and begged the waiter not to tell the boy's problem to the outside world.

Then, he turned around, squatted in front of the young man and said, "Zhang, Zhang Liang, what is a country? What is justice? What is victory?"

As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, the young man immediately said, "The place where I was born and raised is the country, and Zhang Liang should repay him with death. What does not violate morality is justice."

But when it came to the question of "victory", he paused slightly, and then said with some hesitation: "...to achieve your goal is victory."

Han Fei shook his head, and said with gloomy eyes: "At present, only Qin is qualified to talk about country, victory and justice——Korea is gone."

After the words fell, Han Fei walked forward.

But the little boy blocked Han Fei's way with his arms open, and said dissatisfiedly, "Master Fei, Zhang Liang doesn't understand what you mean! Don't tell me you've forgotten all the hatred of the country and the family as Daddy said?"

"Where did the child come from?" A refreshing laughter interspersed with inquiries.

Han Fei's complexion changed, and he wanted to move, but he resisted the urge to step up and stood where he was.

A young man with outstanding features and bright eyes came out from around the corner.

He stopped in front of Zhang Liang, and after a pause, he squatted down and looked at him level, looking extremely considerate.

The boy blushed a little because of the man's behavior, and said awkwardly: "I will grow taller in the future."

The man who appeared smiled, raised his hand and circled the sky above his head, and said with a smile: "Is it the king of the world, Zhang Liang, you said these words in the court of King Qin, do you think you still have something to do?" 'In the future'?"

The boy didn't expect that the man who seemed to be very attractive would open his mouth to say such flattering words, and his face collapsed in an instant.

The man reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a gentle tone: "If Prince Chu of Qin doesn't kill you, it is because he treats his subjects generously. Silly boy, I heard that your family has assisted the King of Han for several generations, but South Korea is prosperous. Is it? No, Korea is defeated—then, are you saying that your ancestors were incompetent, or that the ruler of Korea is incompetent?"

Of course, the reason for South Korea's defeat cannot be simply attributed to the mistakes of either party. The man's problem is obviously a deliberate embarrassment.

But when he suddenly heard such a sharp accusation, the boy froze in place, speechless.