Chaotic Qin

Qin Zichu was frightened by the extremely possible scene described by King Qin, and returned to the yard in a daze.

As soon as he raised his head, the scene that greeted his eyes almost scared Qin Zichu out of his wits.

Ying Zheng was actually holding a wooden sword in his hand, making chopping gestures constantly!

Qin Zichu admitted that Yingzheng's developmental state was indeed much higher than that of ordinary children of the same age, and he was already nearly one meter tall before he was three years old.

But no matter how well he develops and how mature his soul is, he is still a child in essence.

How could he make fun of his body like that? !

A burst of anger burned Qin Zichu's rationality in an instant. He strode up to Ying Zheng, took advantage of his height, grabbed the wooden sword from his hand, carried Ying Zheng to the dormitory.

Throwing the wooden sword at his feet, Qin Zichu turned Ying Zheng over and pressed him on his knees, pulled off his pants, and slapped Ying Zheng several times.

He said angrily, "What are you doing again? I'm afraid I won't get hurt, aren't I?"

Qin Zichu felt that he was playing hard, but the reality he couldn't change was that he was a scumbag.

Yingzheng's buttocks did turn red, but it was because he was raised so delicately and expensively.

Ying Zheng himself didn't feel any pain.

He didn't even feel ashamed.

Whenever Qin Zichu felt that he had done something that would harm his body, he would resort to spanking.

He seemed to think that Ying Zheng would feel ashamed and get rid of those habits, but Ying Zheng found that after Qin Zichu only had the same method every time, he couldn't face this matter seriously.

In the past when Qin Zichu never participated, Yingzheng suffered too much humiliation.

Therefore, the small tricks with concern and anxiety in front of him are like scratching an itch. Not only does it not have any deterrent effect on Ying Zheng, but Ying Zheng likes to turn his head and stare at Qin Zichu's face at such times, and stare at his face look.

For some reason, Qin Zichu's expression always made Ying Zheng feel that he was in much more pain than himself.

...It feels like hitting my son's body and hurting my mother's heart.

This thought made Ying Zheng laugh to himself for a long time, and there was always an almost sweet joy in his heart.

Qin Zichu really cared about him, otherwise Qin Zichu would never have dared to do anything to him knowing his identity and prestige.

"If you want to practice swordsmanship, I'll ask Qin Chu or Lord Wu An to teach you, and you are not allowed to practice secretly! Do you understand!" Qin Zichu said coldly, and carefully slid down his lap with Ying Zheng on his hands.

His palms were stretched under the boy's legs, and he hugged him back into the bedding, staring worriedly at the two buttocks that had turned into pink peaches, with self-blame in his eyes.

"Ah Zheng, does it hurt?" Qin Zichu lightly placed his fingers on Ying Zheng's buttocks, startled by the burning temperature on it.

Ying Zheng lay on the mattress and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing."

Qin Zichu stared at it worriedly, and said hesitantly, "...But, it seems a little swollen."

"Come and lie down with me for a while, I'm tired." Ying Zheng turned his hands behind his back, grabbed the palm that had been rubbing his buttocks and pulled it to his front.

Qin Zichu hesitated for a moment, then ordered outside: "Zhier, bring some sore medicine."

Immediately, he was lying on his side beside Ying Zheng very awkwardly, following the movement of being grabbed by Ying Zheng's wrist.

Ying Zheng smiled slightly, closed his eyes and rubbed his body against Qin Zichu.

Qin Zichu immediately lay down on his back, stretched out his hand very naturally and took Ying Zhengxiang into his arms like when he was a child, so that he could lie down in his arms.

The chest and abdomen of the two are close together, and they can easily feel the vibration of each other's body as they breathe.

Ying Zheng turned his head and rested his head on Qin Zichu's chest. Hearing the steady beating of his heart, he suddenly said, "Qin Zichu, remember, I didn't regard you as my father in the past. I won't now, and I won't be able to in the future."

Qin Zichu patted the back of his head, and replied softly: "You don't need to remind me of this, I know who I am."

Obviously didn't understand what I meant, Ying Zheng thought regretfully.

He lowered his arms to hug Qin Zichu's slender waist, and rubbed them against his arms. Before falling asleep, he couldn't help emphasizing: "You not only have to remember yourself, but also me, don't forget."

Looking at the boy sleeping in his arms, Qin Zichu sighed helplessly.

With his fingers, he gently fiddled with Ying Zheng's black hair hanging on his shoulders. Each strand of hair was thick and stiff. If it was short, it would definitely make people feel distressed, but when it was long, it was very thick and smooth. , Holding it in the palm is like holding up a scroll of brocade.

I heard that people who are stiff have a bad temper, and Ying Zheng obviously agreed with this sentence.

But after Qin Zichu raised him for several years, no matter how clear his mind was, he still felt that he was just a stubborn child.

Just now, when he told himself not to be too presumptuous and should keep a proper distance from Ying Zheng, Qin Zichu forgot about it in a blink of an eye.

Zhi'er walked into the room lightly, holding a jar of ointment in his hand.

Qin Zichu was about to take the ointment she handed over, but Ying Zheng suddenly tensed up, grabbed the wooden sword that fell by his feet, and slashed back!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

There was a bloody red mark between her neck, if Ying Zheng wasn't too young and not tall enough, Zhi'er might have already lost her head.

Qin Zichu was terrified by the changes in front of him.

But his first reaction was by no means to see how Zhi'er was injured, but he directly stretched out his hand to cover Ying Zheng's eyes!

Qin Zichu was completely shocked by his actions.

When he realized what he had done, he slowly let go of his hand and dropped it back to his lap.

Qin Zichu stared at his palm, speechless for a long time.

... When will it start, will Yingzheng be frightened by killing people, which is more terrifying to me than his killing itself?

Qin Zichu suffered too much, stood up slowly, and walked out the door with a stiff expression, without looking at Ying Zheng and Zhi'er again.

Qin Zichu's abnormal reaction originally greatly distracted Ying Zheng's attention, but when he left the room, Ying Zheng grabbed the wooden sword again.

He jumped directly onto Zhi'er, kicked her hard in the abdomen a few times, with the tip of his sword resting on Zhi'er's neck, and calmly said, "Who sent you here? Tell me."

"What the young master is talking about, the servants can't understand at all." Zhi'er cried with tears all over her face, and the wounds on her body looked extremely miserable.

Ying Zheng didn't show any sympathy at all. With his palms hard, the tip of his sword pressed down on her trachea, and kept pressing down.

He said coldly: "If you don't want to say it, then you don't have to say it."

I may have misunderstood a lot in my life, but I will not admit to the killing intent alone.

Qin Zichu was indeed stimulated by his mental state developing in an unhealthy direction, but he hadn't reached the sluggish state of being one with the world, and the excessively loud noise in the room still alarmed him.

Qin Zichu said to the guard without hesitation: "Go in quickly, something may have happened in the room."

In less than a dozen breaths, when Qin Zichu rushed back to the room with the guards, Zhi'er was already decapitated.

Zhi'er's death was extremely gruesome, blood splattered all over the room, and Ying Zheng sat on the ground with a faint bloodstain on his face, gasping for breath.

At his feet, there was a sharp dagger emitting a faint blue light.

Qin Zichu's heartbeat almost stopped, he hugged Ying Zheng into his arms, and said nervously, "Did you get cut by the dagger?"

Ying Zheng held Qin Zichu's palm with his backhand, a smile appeared on his blood-stained face, and he said succinctly, "It's nothing."

Ying Zheng paused, as if he felt that his words were too simple, and looking into Qin Zichu's eyes, he added: "She scratched the scar."

Qin Zichu let out a muffled "Yeah", pressed his head and buried it in his arms.

The two sat in the blood-stained room, snuggling together quietly.

None of the guards thought that it would be such a scene to rush into Mr. Zichu's room, but looking at their father and son, none of them dared to make a sound to disturb them.

The guards leading the team gestured, and they immediately quietly carried Zhi'er's body out of the room.

After a quarter of an hour, the team leader knelt in front of Qin Zichu and said in a low voice, "The last general's ineffective guarding has frightened Master Zichu and the young master."

Qin Zichu finally regained his composure, hugged Ying Zheng and got up, and said gently, "I can't blame you for this matter, Zhi'er has served Ah Zheng and me for many years, no one would have thought that she would suddenly do such an unexpected thing."

"The guards are weak, so the gangsters enter with a knife, and I will get ten lashes myself." Before Qin Zichu finished speaking, Ying Zheng in his arms had already said coldly, with no room for change in his tone.

Qin Zichu looked at Ying Zheng, but Ying Zheng shook his head and winked behind him.

He looked back following Ying Zheng's eyes, and was momentarily stunned.

The guard leader, who was kneeling on the ground in anxiety and did not dare to get up, now had the expression of the rest of his life, and kowtowed a few times in excitement.

He said loudly: "Thank you, Mr. Chu, for your kindness."

After the guard left, Qin Zichu looked at Ying Zheng suspiciously, and said softly, "Why is this happening?"

"Only by driving him out of Xianyang Palace will there be no punishment." After saying this, Ying Zheng looked around the room and found that Qin Zichu was stained with blood by himself, and couldn't help frowning.

He said unhappily, "Go take a shower and change clothes."

Qin Zichu smiled, put Ying Zheng down, took his hand and walked outside the door, and told the other trembling court ladies: "Prepare hot water, Ah Zheng and I are going to take a bath."

The maids, like the previous guards, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after getting the task, and moved quickly.

Not long after, they packed up the main room on the other side of the bathroom for Qin Zichu and Ying Zheng to rest.

Ying Zheng was no longer tall enough for Qin Zichu to hold him.

He sat side by side with Qin Zichu in the tub with a leisurely look, his eyes slightly lowered.

"I guess, there is no useful news about Zhi'er." Ying Zheng's voice was a bit ethereal.

Qin Zichu said puzzledly: "Zhi'er was originally Madam Huayang's confidant. If she hadn't been truly loyal, Madam Huayang would not have sent her to our side. Moreover, it has been almost three years, and she has never done anything wrong. I'm really surprised that she actually wants to kill you."

Ying Zheng said confidently: "The unfavorable evidence will definitely point to the daughter of the king of Wei."

"You think she is going to kill you?" Qin Zichu was startled.

"Absolutely impossible." Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, and a ruthless light flashed in his double pupils.