Chaotic Qin

Qin Zichu stared at Ying Zheng stiffly, and said in disbelief, "Master Ran's wife? Isn't she six or seven months pregnant? How could you guess about her?"

Ying Zheng's face darkened, and he said unhappy: "Ever since Mr. Xi's wife said that she was willing to give up Xian, I knew that this person had a grudge against me, Da Qin. Otherwise, everyone is jealous, how could she give up his wife's place?" A woman whose status is no lower than yours? As for the daughter of the Lord of Wei, do you still remember that you praised her as a smart woman?"

Qin Zichu nodded, feeling more and more puzzled.

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, with a ruthless look in them.

His voice was extremely low, and he said hoarsely: "If you want to avoid the dispute between Qin and Zhao, as long as you choose neither you nor Mr. Xi, why should she choose Mr. Ran who is suffering from serious illness in the first place? Did the woman marry to be a widow? Or did she never think about living in Qin State for a long time, but wanted to leave earlier and return to Wei State?"

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, the blood on Qin Zichu's face faded.

"Don't noble women need to be widows after their husbands die?" Qin Zichu's voice trembled.

He suddenly realized that he had been tortured by various TV dramas for too long and ignored the question that women can remarry, but he still held hope, hoping that Ying Zheng could tell him the answer he was expecting.

Ying Zheng glanced at Qin Zichu and said in a low voice: "Except for the king's wife, other women can remarry. However, it's rare that you don't agree with the remarriage of women, and you have the same idea as me. If women can be more honest, they can marry again." There is no such thing as a promiscuous harem."

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ Wait, wait!

How did the topic unfold? I absolutely have no idea that it is wrong for a woman to remarry!

Ying Zheng, don't have such a big brain! !

This kind of thinking is feudal dross, forget it quickly! ! !

"I don't have such thoughts, and you better not have such thoughts either." Qin Zichu hurriedly grabbed Ying Zheng's hand.

He said anxiously: "Women can also hold up half the sky. They are smart, considerate, gentle, dignified, confident, charming, strong, tolerant and generous..."

"That's enough!" Ying Zheng frowned and interrupted Qin Zichu's words directly, and said with an unhappy face, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"It's good to remarry, it's good for social harmony!" Qin Zichu quickly stated his central point.

Ying Zheng met Qin Zichu's eyes with a cold face, as if he couldn't accept his thoughts at all.

Qin Zichu sighed, and said in a low voice: "No matter men or women, one should not indulge in the sad past. It is far more difficult for a person to start a new life than to cling to the past and feel sorry for himself."

He glanced at Ying Zheng cautiously, lowered his head, and said in a softer voice: "Zhao Ji's matter may have a great impact on you, but she is young for a person who has hardly lived together, and has never been with her." It's really pitiful for a man who shares weal and woe to be a widow all his life. I never thought it was wrong for Zhao Ji to find a male favorite."

Ying Zheng's face was tense.

He clenched his fists and said depressingly: "Yes, Zhao Ji was not wrong. It was me who was wrong! I was seized by her to be the king's right, and I was bound in the harem to watch her and Lu Buwei and Lao Ai having fun every day. It's all my fault to give birth to evil children one after another!"

"Ah Zheng, these two things are not the same. Why do you have to confuse them? There may be many women in the folk who remarry, and they will also bring up the children left by their ex-husbands. What Zhao Ji did wrong has always been the same as hers. Finding a man has nothing to do with it, although it will definitely hurt your dignity as a monarch." Qin Zichu couldn't help but raised his voice.

"What she did wrong was that she got involved in the huge power, but she didn't have the wisdom enough to have this huge power - even men, there are not a few people who did wrong for this. Such things have never had anything to do with gender." Qin Zichu tried He spread out Ying Zheng's palm, but Ying Zheng clenched his fist stubbornly.

The child's fingernails were thin and sharp, and bloodshot eyes leaked from the cracks in Ying Zheng's tightly clenched fists, making Qin Zichu anxious, but he didn't know what to do with Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng suddenly let go of his palm, and put the bloody palm in Qin Zichu's hand.

He smiled, and said in a very cheerful tone: "Do you know how I dealt with Zhao Ji's lover and son-in-law? Yes, you know me, so you must have heard of it——Lao Ai was torn apart by my car As for those two scoundrels, I watched them being cut into pieces little by little, and then brought them to Zhao Ji. She was so frightened that she cried every night, for fear that I would kill her too, how wonderful, very happy She'll scare herself to death soon, so I won't have to do it myself."

Qin Zichu gasped with a pale face.

He couldn't help himself from letting go of Ying Zheng's palm, but Ying Zheng grabbed his wrist and pressed it hard under the bedding.

Ying Zheng looked directly into Qin Zichu's eyes, and announced calmly and coldly: "Don't forget what I said, my 'tolerance' is never given to those who are really close."

After finishing speaking, Ying Zheng sat on the mattress with no expression on his face, stretched out his hand and placed it flat in front of Qin Zichu, and ordered, "Bandage me, it hurts."

Qin Zichu felt extremely depressed because of what Ying Zheng had just said.

Silently, he wrapped Ying Zheng's wound with the medicine powder and clean muslin prepared in the room, and he lost all interest in talking before.

But Ying Zheng didn't forget what the two were discussing before.

As soon as the topic changed, Ying Zheng directly brought the topic back: "If you want to prove who did it, let's visit Mr. Ran tomorrow."

Qin Zichu responded sullenly, turned around and stuffed Ying Zheng into the bed, lying beside him but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Qin Zichu looked sideways at the sleeping child nestled in his arms, and smiled wryly.

As Ah Zheng grew older, he became more and more like a ruthless king. Except when he was sleeping, he could hardly see the traces of the past from Ying Zheng's still immature face.

Qin Zichu clearly remembered the child growing up in his arms, able to move, sit, crawl, stand up and try to walk step by step, but Ying Zheng's soft and immature side became more and more controllable as he was able to control himself Gradually sealed up by Feng Yingzheng himself.

Ying Zheng is scary now.

Qin Zichu sighed, gently stroked Ying Zheng's face, and kissed him.

He said regretfully: "I almost don't recognize you, Ah Zheng. You are so stubborn, I don't even know how to tell you—after you died, the Qin Dynasty quickly perished."

The child in his arms seemed to move uncomfortably, Qin Zichu immediately reached out and patted his back lightly, shut his mouth and stopped talking, and then closed his eyes.

Qin Zichu's breathing gradually became smooth and soft, but Ying Zheng quietly opened his eyes.

There was anger and disbelief in his dark double pupils, and the negativity in his eyes gradually faded away as he looked at the sleeping man who still did not forget to hug him in his arms and make a protective gesture.

Ying Zheng leaned forward and put his ear on Qin Zichu's chest.

The steady heartbeat of "Boom, boom, boom" reached Yingzheng's ears, and he reached out to hug the man who was still too tall for him, and closed his eyes again.

Did the dynasty he built with his own hands collapse so quickly?

It was unbelievable, but Qin Zichu never lied to him, so it was true.

No matter which one of his sons ascended to the throne, as long as Li Si wholeheartedly supported him and was protected by elite soldiers, he would not perish quickly. It seemed that the son who succeeded him could be regarded as outstanding among the foolish kings.

Ying Zheng sneered in his heart, and wrote down this matter.

Qin Zichu snorted softly in his sleep, and rubbed his legs against the bedding with his uncomfortably uncomfortable legs, pinching Ying Zheng's soles between his legs.

Ying Zheng was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but move his feet, and sure enough, they touched the half-raised source of heat.

He couldn't help but smile with the corners of his lips curled up. With his fingers, he gently pulled off the lace of Qin Zichu's front clothes, and put his still small palm against Qin Zichu's chest and abdomen, and gently rubbed it back and forth.

Qin Zichu's nasal cavity was breathing more heavily, and after a while, Ying Zheng felt the silk pants under his feet become wet.

He let go of his hands, quietly watching Qin Zichu's eyes widening and falling asleep, the soles of his feet unconsciously rubbed against his lower abdomen and thighs.

Ying Zheng paused suddenly, then raised his eyebrows to show a clear expression, and looked at Qin Zichu's eyes again.

He quietly stared at Qin Zichu, who was lying beside him in disheveled clothes, and finally leaned forward to touch his crimson lips.

Qin Zichu moved, frowned, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to pull the troublesome Ying Zheng back into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Ying Zheng stared at the thin but extremely generous chest in front of him, and his face sank instantly.

He glared at Qin Zichu unwillingly, and finally closed his eyes angrily, and buried himself completely in his arms.

After a good night's sleep, Qin Zichu woke up early, but before he could move, his body froze suddenly.

He moved quickly but gently tore away Ying Zheng's palm that was holding his skirt, walked lightly to the cabinet, changed a set of middle clothes, and then lay back on the bed again.

Ying Zheng immediately stuck to it, causing Qin Zichu to raise the corners of his mouth with a smile.

He kissed Yingzheng's forehead, and said softly: "You really know how to act like a baby, and you said you want to practice martial arts and visit Mr. Ran, but in the end you chose to stay in bed."

Ying Zheng, who buried his face in Qin Zichu's arms, frowned, and immediately relaxed his vigilance.

Before falling asleep again, he thought in his heart: Sure enough, whether I wake up or not, I won't hurt Qin Zichu.

Mr. Ran's plan to visit in the morning had to be postponed until the afternoon because Ying Zheng returned to the cage and fell asleep until the fifth quarter of the day.

Qin Zichu led Ying Zheng, who was dressed in the same outfit as himself, to the courtyard where Young Master Ran lived with three times more guards overnight, and the bitter and strong smell of herbs wafted from the courtyard.

Qin Zichu couldn't help frowning, and nodded to Qin Zichu.

The two walked into the courtyard as if they had entered no one's land!

Where have all the maids and guards in the courtyard gone?

Qin Zichu immediately sensed the weirdness, and led the guards into the courtyard quickly. They were completely stunned by the scene in front of them.

Ying Ji was tied up in the woodshed and was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, but the young master lay beside him with a pale face, looking worse than a dead man.

"No matter how many people are left in the courtyard, tie them up and don't allow them to commit suicide. I will send them all to the king!" Qin Zichu felt the first time that he was so angry after he came to this world.

How could someone do such a vicious thing!