Chaotic Qin

Qin Zichu was equally excited and hugged Ying Zheng with his backhand, buried his face on the side of his neck, and took a deep breath of Ying Zheng's unique scent of incense.

But the first sentence he spoke was completely different from what Ying Zheng thought: "Ah Zheng, all the loyal people you sent to me are dead, and those who are still alive should be spies. Be careful. Don't let them Close to you."

Ying Zheng responded with a low voice, but didn't say any more.

He sat sideways on the horse with Qin Zichu in his arms, and galloped towards the temporarily prepared residence.

The first time he saw Qin Zichu, Ying Zheng was relieved.

After Ke's psychological satisfaction was satisfied, Ying Zheng immediately used other ideas. He needed Qin Zichu to fully unfold his body to him, so as to prove that he really existed by his side.

Otherwise, no matter how Qin Zichu comforted him, it would not be enough for Ying Zheng.

There are three or two peach blossoms blooming in the very tidy courtyard, and the fluffy birds are hiding among the flower branches and chasing each other "chirp" and playing with each other. The calls are clear and cheerful, as if celebrating a carnival.

But Yingzheng didn't have any intention to pay attention to such a pleasant beauty.

As soon as he got off the horse, he hugged Qin Zichu in his arms and strode towards the inner room.

Qin Zichu's foot hurt badly, and he didn't try to break free from Ying Zheng's embrace, but he was very surprised to look at the empty courtyard a few more times.

"Let me clean up the original servants." Ying Zheng saw the doubt in Qin Zichu's eyes, and directly expressed to him his simple, rude, cruel and bloody way of handling things.

Qin Zichu couldn't help but gasped.

He widened his eyes and whispered: "All the hundreds of people... all?"

Ying Zheng showed a smile, leaned forward to bite Qin Zichu's lips, and said vaguely: "Kill anyone who will serve you, I will kill all the servants around me who have the right to transfer other palace slaves, and keep the others. At present, another batch of newcomers have been promoted, and they must be able to rest for a while."

Hearing Ying Zheng's explanation, Qin Zichu couldn't help frowning.

Being able to cause such a major mistake has an inseparable relationship with the palace slaves.

Qin Zichu also knew that according to the laws of the Qin State, the death of these palace slaves was not wronged.

But this time, most of the servants brought out of the palace to serve him and Yingzheng closely, the rest are mostly young palace servants, and some are doing rough work, so it is impossible to mention them to the front.

In other words, in order to vent his anger, Ying Zheng cleared out three fifths of the palace slaves in one go.

This number is too huge!

Qin Zichu put his arms around Ying Zheng's neck in response to his kiss, but breathed lightly between the kisses and persuaded him, "Ah Zheng, killing too much is not a good omen, don't kill like this again next time."

Ying Zheng let out a "hmm" from his nasal cavity, as if he had complied with Qin Zichu's request, but he pulled out his belt with his palm and tore off his robe forcefully.

He frowned in disgust, with dissatisfaction in his eyes, and said depressingly, "You and Zhang Liang even switched underwear?"

At this time, the underwear is tightly attached to the skin when worn!

In order to fear that Qin Zichu would feel uncomfortable, Ying Zheng always left the softest and most comfortable piece of material for the priest, and asked the ladies to sew underwear and trousers for Qin Zichu.

But he didn't expect Qin Zichu to change clothes from inside to outside after not seeing each other for more than a day.

"Don't wear this kind of rough material next time, you're all worn out." Ying Zheng grunted dissatisfied.

However, his lips and palms gently pressed against Qin Zichu's skin with completely opposite relaxed movements, carefully caressing the skin that was more delicate and moist than Baici, and gently rubbing away the red marks scratched by the rough clothes and rags.

Qin Zichu lay docilely on the quilt, gently stroking Ying Zheng's hair with his fingers, allowing him to move, and only let out a low hum from his nasal cavity when he couldn't help it.

"Hiss—!" Ying Zheng touched up Qin Zichu's thigh, and Qin Zichu stretched out his feet and landed in the bedding in a daze, and couldn't help touching the wound, and the sudden pain made him gasp heavily.

Ying Zheng stopped immediately.

His brow arched angrily, pressed Qin Zichu's shoulders to prevent him from standing up, grabbed Qin Zichu's ankles, forced him to bend his long legs, and completely exposed the scarred soles of his feet.

Qin Zichu said with a guilty conscience: "The wound has been washed clean..."

"Then you ran out without hesitation, and stepped on the dust on your feet, making yourself hurt even more!" Ying Zheng took Qin Zichu's words bluntly, making him blush even more.

When I am injured, I can't help but feel guilty in the face of family members who care about my illness.

After Yingzheng succeeded to the throne, the aura around him became even more magnificent, so Qin Zichu's guilt doubled.

He didn't dare to say more, and looked at Ying Zheng pitifully.

Ying Zheng finally sighed, leaned forward and gently sucked his first breath, and sighed in a low voice: "Why does this look look like I bullied you."

"Ah Zheng, you look more scary now than before." Qin Zichu raised his hand to caress Ying Zheng's cheek, feeling very emotional.

Yingzheng put away his bad face, looked at Qin Zichu with a smile, and suddenly said, "Zichu, you're pretending to be pitiful—it's useless, you're not allowed to move around until your injury is healed."

After finishing speaking, without giving Qin Zichu a chance to refute, Ying Zheng turned over and sat up, pinched his ankles and directly ordered: "Please come in the imperial physician."

The movement of raising his legs was uncomfortable at all, not to mention that Qin Zichu was still wearing Zhang Liang's underwear.

With two legs and one baby, the lower half of the body was chilly, which made people blush.

Qin Zichu moved sideways awkwardly, resting his head on his arm, looked sideways at Ying Zheng's preoccupied face, and said softly, "Ah Zheng, what are you worried about?"

Yingzheng lowered his gaze to meet Qin Zichu's eyes, and said apologetically, "Zichu, I have destroyed the illusion of peace you deliberately created. I have destroyed 170 civilian households in Juluze, and I have killed them all. "

Yingzheng did feel guilty for what he did, but it wasn't for the dead people, but because he remembered that Qin Zichu's gentle methods that started after the initial destruction of Korea took a lot of hardships to achieve results.

Such an approach would take more effort to win the hearts of the people, but Qin Zichu did a good job at the beginning.

But Ying Zheng couldn't do it!

Qin Zichu was stunned for a moment, and then realized the meaning of Ying Zheng's words.

He tried his best to pull the corners of his mouth, but found that it was meaningless to smile or not at this time, the lives of this group of people had already disappeared.

But even so, Qin Zichu stepped forward and put his face in Yingzheng's palm, closed his eyes, relaxed his mind, and comforted him in a sleepy tone: "The people of Juluze did not die unjustly, even if they didn't participate, they must I know about this. I don’t appreciate your massacre of the people, but according to the habits of this era, more than 5000 enemy soldiers can emerge from Juluze, and you can use your toes to know that there are these people in it Handwriting, felony treason, they are all accomplices."

After hearing this, Ying Zheng felt relieved.

He gently traced Qin Zichu's eyebrows with his fingertips, and finally said: "If you are tired, take a rest first, as the imperial physician is just in time to clean up the wound for you."

Qin Zichu let out a low "huh" and fell into a dream.

Looking at the blue marks in front of him, Ying Zheng's eyes flashed with distress.

He stepped lightly and walked out of the bedroom slowly.

The imperial doctor had already knelt outside the door, but he didn't dare to enter the door until Ying Zheng walked up to him, then kowtowed softly: "My lord."

"Go in softly, don't wake up the king." Ying Zheng ordered and left to go to the front hall.

Of course, the courtyard where he lived temporarily was not as grand as the Xianyang Palace. It didn't take long for Yingzheng to step into the main courtyard.

Zhang Liang knelt at the door, lowered his head, and his tattered red shirt made Ying Zheng frown.

Thinking of the clothes that once tightly wrapped Zi Chu and now sticking to Zhang Liang's skin, Ying Zheng couldn't get any good mood anyway.

Zhang Liang secretly glanced at Ying Zheng, who had a condensed expression. He was also full of grievances and anger, and knelt on the ground and did not take the initiative to apologize.

In an instant, the two sat and knelt, deadlocked in place.

Zhang Liang thought to himself: Who is showing the cold face?

If you hadn't paid attention to the loyalty of your subordinates, how could you have caused the king to roll over the mountain stream, and you were even more worried about your safety. In the end, you walked the mountain road for a whole night and hurt yourself like that.

Ying Zheng glanced at the expression on Zhang Liang's face that couldn't be concealed, raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, and took the memorial for review without saying a word.

On the east tour road, all the important ministers of the state of Qin had to follow the lord to relocate, Zhang Li and others naturally all followed, sitting here early and waiting for Ying Zheng to show up.

Seeing that Ying Zheng didn't talk about the assassination first, but started to sort out the country's major affairs, Zhang Li sighed in relief, and took the initiative to find a way for Ying Zheng to step down.

"Master, Ren Xiao has already investigated the movements of the survivors of Han and Zhao who have been guarding Xianyang City these days. Did the Lord let him come in and answer?" Zhang Li said softly.

Both Ying Zheng and Zhang Liang were very concerned about this widely-involved assassination incident, and when they heard Zhang Li's words, they both turned their attention.

Ying Zheng's energy-raising skills are better than Zhang Liang's, and there is nothing to see on his face.

He nodded calmly: "Send him in."

Ren Xiao walked in with a weathered suit, his face was unshaven, his tiger eyes were red from the heat, and he could tell from the first glance that he was under so much pressure that he never took a break since the incident happened.

He strode up to Ying Zheng, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully and solemnly, "Ren Xiao pays homage to the King."

Seeing him like this, Ying Zheng nodded. The burning anger that had been burning because of Qin Zichu's disappearance was gone.

Seeing Ren Xiao's appearance again, he couldn't help but relax a lot, pointing to the side not far away: "Come and sit."

With Ying Zheng's permission, Ren Xiao's tense emotions instantly relaxed.

He responded with a "hey", got up and sat not far from Ying Zheng, and glanced at Zhang Liang and Han Fei with some scruples.

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and became more interested in listening carefully to Ren Xiao's account of the investigation, so he couldn't help raising his voice and said, "Speak up, and explain everything that was found out."

Of course Zhang Liang also noticed Ren Xiao's expression.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he had some bad guesses in his heart, which were brought out on his face.

Ying Zheng chuckled, and looked at Zhang Liang with a hint of sarcasm.

Zhang Liang suddenly calmed down, snorted coldly and turned his face away.

He thought to himself: My father knows how to judge the situation, how could he get involved in these things?