Chaotic Qin

"Shangwang, Shangwang..." A very low, almost inaudible voice rang in Qin Zichu's ears.

He couldn't help frowning, suppressing the pain that swept through his body, and let out a low moan.

The slightly cool palm immediately moved back along his neck, wrapped his neck around his neck, and helped him sit up.

...It hurts like being run over by a heavy object.

Qin Zichu gave a wry smile, pulled away the eyelids that seemed to be tightly stuck together with absolutely strong endurance, and followed the voice.

"What do you think?" Zhang Liang spoke in a very hesitant tone, with distressed eyes.

Qin Zichu thought that Zhang Liang's expression became so gloomy because he fell too badly.

He tried his best to smile, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I don't... hiss! It doesn't hurt that much."

After Qin Zichu finished speaking, he smiled with a guilty conscience.

Looking at the half-child who was busy taking care of his body, he couldn't help but show a little flattering taste in his eyes.

Zhang Liang's expression became even more strange, and there was even a faint layer of red on his face.

He turned his head and said bluntly, "I just looked at your leg, and it didn't hurt any bones, just scratched the skin..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Liang couldn't help turning around, and frowned with his back to Qin Zichu.

He glanced at the scratches on Qin Zichu's straight long legs with a very veiled vision and from the corner of his vision in disgust.

Then, his voice lowered involuntarily, and he said a little depressed: "After we rolled down the cliff, we lost our way. When Shang Wang just passed out, I wandered around here many times, but I still haven't found anyone. I am afraid that tonight, the king and I will spend time in this deep mountain and old forest. Without weapons or tools to keep out the cold, tonight will become very dangerous."

The southeast is warm. Even if you count the days just beginning of spring, the severe cold has faded here, and even the air has a soft breath. Even if you don’t have a cloak to keep out the cold, it’s not a big problem to wear unlined clothes for a night. Absolutely Can't freeze.

Therefore, when Qin Zichu heard Zhang Liang's words, he was not worried about his own health.

What really made him vigilant was the wild beasts that might appear in the deep mountains and old forests. This is the most terrifying thing!

Qin Zichu frowned, and stood up slowly with his hands on the ground.

"Shang Wang, be careful!" Zhang Liang shouted immediately.

He ran in front of Qin Zichu in three steps at a time, supported Qin Zichu's wobbly body and sat on the side.

Qin Zichu showed a comforting smile to Zhang Liang, who was in a hurry. Although Zhang Liang showed disapproval on his face, he didn't stop him from moving his muscles.

Qin Zichu found that he did not hurt his bones, but his thick coat was torn several times by stones and tree branches, and the exposed skin was also bruised and purple, which made people feel painful. .

He looked around, his eyes became more and more puzzled, and he couldn't help asking: "Zhang Liang, where did we fall from? I don't see any gentle slopes around here, and the rest of the places would kill people if they fell. "

Hearing this question, even though Zhang Liang was young and full of expectations for life, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Pointing to the gurgling water, he whispered guiltily, "Shangwang and I were washed down by the river, and I don't know where it came from. When I woke up, the two of us were floating on the water together. Wang has already passed out, but he is still holding my wrist tightly. When I wake up, I will quickly fish you out of the river, and temporarily put you in a place where it can be exposed to the sun to dry your...clothes."

When Zhang Liang spoke, his face was very red.

Seeing Qin Zichu's rags hanging on his body, Zhang Liang still upheld the virtues of a literati, and did not blow his achievements to the end in one breath.

Useless is a scholar. Although Qin Zichu is thin, he is of a normal man's weight, and he is not tall and strong. He can hardly lift Qin Zichu.

Turning the soaked and easily torn robes into rags is inseparable from Zhang Liang's rescue method.

He turned his eyes away in embarrassment, not to look at Qin Zichu's appearance as if he had been ravaged by someone, and suggested softly: "If Shang Wang can still go, let's go down the water and see if we meet someone It's good to settle down for a while."

Qin Zichu nodded, and stretched out his hand to Zhang Liang, letting him help him to get up slowly.

But looking at the underwear and shoes he was wearing, Qin Zichu stopped in his tracks, and a deep cut appeared between his brows.

He said embarrassingly: "I can't go out wearing this kind of embroidered robe and shoes. If you have a little knowledge, you can tell at a glance that there is something wrong with my dress."

Only then did Zhang Liang turn around and look at Qin Zichu a few more times.

Few people even wear bright red underwear. After all, this color is too difficult for ordinary people to suppress. If you don't pay attention, it will turn "gorgeous" into "vulgar".

But Qin Zichu's gentle demeanor and his clear eyes made this color soft and docile, only showing tolerance and integrity.

But no matter how appropriate Qin Zichu was to wear red on weekdays, it would be too much at this time.

"What the king is worried about is whether the people in Qi and Chu will recognize you as the king of Qin? You don't need to worry about this point—Chu has always admired clothes with vermilion embroidered with phoenix patterns." Although Zhang Liang said so , but his face was also very disapproving.

He said worriedly: "What is worrying is that since so many bandits and rebels can be hidden here, it can be seen that the anti-Qin sentiment in the land of Jingchu is extremely serious. If you go out wearing such a suit, I am afraid that you will be mistaken... Well, I thought it was a survivor of the fallen Chu royal family."

The look of surprise flashed across Qin Zichu's eyes, and he said in disbelief, "General Wang Jian's army directly rushed into Shouchun, so many of them would come out, and a small town could hide many survivors?"

Zhang Liang couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing Qin Zichu's words.

He blinked mischievously, knelt down in front of Qin Zichu, and arranged Qin Zichu's clothes like a true loyal servant, but when Zhang Liang opened his mouth, he said: "I also heard this matter from my father. When South Korea was destroyed, even if the king ordered not to kill, except for the descendants of the king’s line, there were still many Korean sons who fled, and then reported that they had committed suicide and died for the country. South Korea is only a little bit, and most of the six or seven sons fled , Waiting for a comeback incognito, let alone other countries? Each of them has more princes than South Korea, and the land is larger than South Korea. Moreover, the more remote the place, the better it is to hide."

Qin Zichu thought for a while, then let out a relaxed laugh, and said softly: "That's right, my Daqin has a bad reputation in the Six Kingdoms, and has always had a bad reputation of 'treachery' and 'turning faces and denying others'. It is common sense for the young master to hide in advance in fear of death. I wondered before, why so many young masters couldn’t think about it, and committed suicide as soon as they broke the country, so it’s like this.”

Zhang Liang also had a smile on his face when he heard Qin Zichu's words.

He said in his heart: Unexpectedly, Shang Wang was always gentle and amiable in the palace, but he was innocent and open-minded when he went out.

In fact, Qin Zichu was not to blame for this incident.

He watched Mr. Pingyuan's family commit suicide with a sword after the Zhao Kingdom was destroyed, not to mention that there are so many descriptions in the history books about the ancients' "suicide and martyrdom" and "respecting promises", he almost subconsciously thought of committing suicide Martyrdom is a common sense thing.

Qin Zichu didn't think about it at all, except that the purpose of "suicide" is not only "martyrdom", but also a prerequisite for "incognito".

It's a pity that even with such good conditions, Qin Zichu couldn't do anything about it. It was unrealistic for him to pretend to be the son of Chu.

Qin Zichu smiled regretfully and said, "I don't know the Chu dialect, and I can't write Chu Wen well either."

Zhang Liang was not much shorter than Qin Zichu. After looking at Qin Zichu's appearance, he suddenly said, "Shangwang, please change your clothes with me."

Qin Zichu looked over in surprise, but Zhang Liang put away his smiling face, and said very seriously: "Dr. Li Si taught us very strictly. He explained all the languages ​​in various countries in "Explanation of Qin Wen". I just wrote down all these things. My mother is a noble daughter of Chu State, and the dialect here is not a problem for me. But, I have to wrong the king and pretend to be Zhang Liang’s slave.”

In fact, Qin Zichu also had some understanding of some small customs in Chu land.

After all, his aunt, Mrs. Huayang, has always cherished her homeland, and Qin Zichu had also learned about it in order to please her.

It's just that after many years of not doing it, Qin Zichu gradually forgot about these things, but if he is a servant and takes care of his master's house, it's okay if he doesn't know many things.

"Okay." Qin Zichu nodded, responding to Zhang Liang's proposal.

Without any hesitation, he opened his belt directly to Zhang Liang, and took off his gorgeous robe, revealing his body with many mottled marks.

Zhang Liang didn't expect the king of Qin to be so careless, and he didn't have time to retreat.

But he quickly widened his eyes, staring closely at Qin Zichu's exposed back in front of him, pointing to the charming depression in his spine, gasped, his eyes widened, unable to shut up and put away his stupidity.

Zhang Liang was well versed in human affairs, and knew that those mottled and coquettish traces would definitely not be left behind by falling from the mountain stream!

Qin Zichu heard Zhang Liang's gasp and turned around.

Seeing his expression, Qin Zichu showed a confused look on his face, and asked, "Zhang Liang, what's wrong with you?"

Looking into Qin Zichu's eyes, Zhang Liang gasped again.

He didn't dare to say anything, but just shook his head and gritted his teeth to cover up: "It's nothing, there was a big bruise on the king's back, which scared me."

Qin Zichu stuffed his robe into Zhang Liang's arms with his bare upper body, reached out and rubbed the top of his head habitually, and said softly, "Sure enough, he is still young, what is this? It will naturally dissipate in a few days."

Zhang Liang lowered his eyes and put on a look of being taught, without saying anything, he hurriedly took off his clothes, and once again took the initiative to dress for Qin Zichu.

Zhang Liang walked around Qin Zichu's back, lightly tugging on the robe with his palms, but couldn't take his eyes off the small section of blooming flower-like skin from the shoulder blades to the waist.

He thought frightenedly: Shang Wang hardly left the car all the way, and among those who were lucky enough to share a room with Shang Wang in the royal car, except for himself who was brought here by him, there was only one person left who could enter and exit freely. Only that human being has the power to do such a thing to the beautiful Shang Wang!

Qin Wangzheng!

You are not as good as a beast!

Qin Zichu knew nothing about all this.

When Zhang Liang couldn't restrain himself from touching the small piece of skin with his fingertips, Qin Zichu couldn't help shrinking his body due to the stimulation of the sensitive area being touched.

He blushed his cheeks, turned his head and said, "What's wrong?"

"...It's nothing." Facing those clear and gentle eyes, Zhang Liang felt sad, but he was unwilling to expose Qin Zichu's "pain".