Chaotic Qin

Qin Chu said straightforwardly: "The time is coming, please forgive me and leave first."

Qin Zichu hurriedly replied: "If you have something to do, go first."

Qin Chu took the opportunity to bid farewell.

Qin Zichu looked down at Ying Zheng who was still sweating, and couldn't help but said, "You'd better go wash it, otherwise you'll be sticky and uncomfortable, and you'll easily get sick if you get wind."

Ying Zheng looked up at Qin Zichu, and said without hesitation: "Zichu is with me, you went to the room of two patients today, don't get any dirty things."

Only then did Qin Zichu realize that there was probably no big difference between "disease" and "plague" at this time.

But he doesn't object to taking a comfortable hot bath in the morning, so he smiled and said softly, "Okay, let's take a bath together."

The waiter who served Qin Zichu went to prepare hot water with a wink. Qin Zichu directly took Ying Zheng's hand and walked into the bathroom together.

He habitually hugged Ying Zheng to the footsteps and stood up. He took off his outer robe with his own hands, only to find that the inner garment on Ying Zheng's body was completely wet with sweat and stuck tightly to his round body.

Qin Zichu couldn't help laughing.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed Ying Zheng's chubby belly, and joked: "I really couldn't imagine that His Majesty the First Emperor looked like this when he was young."

Ying Zheng spread his arms out indifferently, enjoying Qin Zichu's palm touching his body comfortably.

He said calmly: "When I become an adult, I will be eight feet six inches tall, and I am incomparably stalwart....Only your height, haha."

As he spoke, Ying Zheng glanced at Qin Zichu up and down, raised his chin high and showed a look of contempt.

Qin Zichu's face became hot from his eyes, but he still insisted: "I'm seven feet five inches, I'm not a short person at all, what kind of eyes are you!"

"Seven feet and five inches? Well, I'm 15 years old and I can hold you down." Ying Zheng said confidently.

Qin Zichu stretched out his hand to gesture to Ying Zheng's height, and felt very unsure of himself for a moment - he was only barely three years old, and Ying Zheng was already almost five feet tall. When he was 15 years old, he would definitely exceed the rhythm of seven feet and five inches.

At that time, he will be shorter than Ying Zheng, and he will not have the posture of a father.

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻I am desperate for this world where His Majesty the First Emperor is a giant!

"Hold me in."

Ying Zheng opened his arms to Qin Zichu, and Qin Zichu immediately hugged his round body and stepped into the tub together.

Ying Zheng lay peacefully in Qin Zichu's arms, wrapped his hands tightly around his neck, and buried his cheeks on the side of Qin Zichu's neck.

The slender and fair neck appeared in front of Ying Zheng's eyes without any concealment. The prominent collarbone stretched and pierced into the round shoulders. A few disobedient black hair covered Qin Zichu's back, following the breeze brought by him when he moved Swaying them lightly, Ying Zheng wanted to reach out and grab them and stuff them into Qin Zichu's bun.

Like a cat that loves to play, Ying Zheng fixed his eyes on these swaying strands of hair, and didn't even hear Qin Zichu's call.

"... Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng? What are you thinking?" Qin Zichu patted his buttocks and let Ying Zheng sit on his lap.

Ying Zheng moved his body slightly in embarrassment.

Instead of ostentatiously exposing his body for Qin Zichu to wash for him as usual, he hugged Qin Zichu's neck even harder, holding him tightly, not wanting to leave him at all.

"Qin Zichu, I won't follow you out of the palace." Before Qin Zichu could ask what happened, Ying Zheng suddenly spoke.

Ying Zheng felt his body freeze suddenly.

He rubbed Qin Zichu's neck with his cheek, and continued: "Your method of dealing with Mr. Xi is clean and neat. Although Prince Zhu agreed to Mrs. Huayang's request, when the time passes, he will definitely remember that he was killed by his order. Son, let me take my anger out on you. Prince Zhu was already dissatisfied with you when he had no talent to participate in state affairs, but he couldn't stop the king from looking at you differently. Coupled with the matter of Mr. Xi, the dissatisfaction may have become Disgusted. Although you rely on the lord and Mrs. Huayang, Prince Zhu dare not do anything to you, but he will wish you to fall hard. The timing is right for you to go out and build a mansion, but I need to stay In the palace, watch the development of the situation."

Qin Zichu smiled disappointedly.

He stretched out his arms to hug the child in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Ah Zheng and I have been together for almost three years, and we have never been separated. I really hate to let you leave."

Ying Zheng rubbed Qin Zichu's back with some effort, and said in a low voice, "You don't want me?"

Qin Zichu supported him, and said softly: "Ah Zheng likes to act like a baby when he sleeps, and he won't fall asleep unless he hugs someone. After I leave the palace, you must remember to find someone to accompany him. Also, you are not allowed to kick the quilt at night."

Ying Zheng's original question had the intention of testing Qin Zichu's feelings for him, but Qin Zichu's words moved him very much.

Qin Zichu was only able to notice how he slept when he woke up countless times at night to visit his children.

Even if this kind of affection was not what Yingzheng expected, Qin Zichu treated him sincerely, with deep affection, which had exceeded Yingzheng's expectations.

Qin Zichu really turned what he said into reality, like a qualified father who loves and takes care of him and treats him sincerely.

Ying Zheng suddenly laughed at himself.

Qin Zichu's feelings enveloped him as naturally as air, allowing him to accept without any resistance, so that he didn't even realize that he had unconsciously accepted Qin Zichu's existence long ago.

Ying Zheng went from being unable to fall asleep when someone was around him, to being able to sleep peacefully only by embracing this thin and warm body with joy every night.

Yingzheng said with a shy voice, "After Zichu leaves, I won't find other people to accompany me. How often will you return to the palace to visit me?"

Qin Zichu stroked Ying Zheng's hair, excited by his rare attachment.

He pressed a kiss on Ying Zheng's forehead, and said in a low voice, "If Ah Zheng misses me, give me a message, and I'll be right back."

Ying Zheng's lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't ask what was on his mind—then if I didn't call you, wouldn't you plan to come back?

This unwilling thought made Ying Zheng frown.

He restrained the question he was about to utter, nodded his head pretending to be indifferent, turned around and left his back to Qin Zichu, and ordered, "Wash my hair for me."

Qin Zichu couldn't help laughing, scooped up a handful of warmth, covered his eyes and poured it from the top of his head, soon his hair was wet.

He inserted his fingers into Ying Zheng's hair, gently massaged his scalp, rubbed it with his soft fingertips, and then froze the degreasing cream specially used for shampooing to wash his hair.

Qin Zichu washed off the foam on Ying Zheng's head, couldn't help but grabbed Ying Zheng's black hair and said enviously, "Ah Zheng's hair is really nice."

"I'll send you a wisp for you to carry with you. I hope that my imperial spirit can protect you from bad things to good luck." Ying Zheng turned his head and looked straight into Qin Zichu's eyes as he spoke.

He raised his hand to press Qin Zichu's palm that hadn't left his head, took his hand and slowly put it to his lips, and pressed his lips on Qin Zichu's palm.

"I want to tell you, 'Don't go out of the palace, the King of Qin can protect you'. But I know you are afraid that one day I will deal with you like I dealt with Lao Ai or Lu Buwei, so you will only when I show my ambition to conquer the world Start looking for a way out for yourself. Words are always weak. I will not say 'never hurt you', but I will not stop you from doing anything now, unless you threaten my rights." Ying Zheng said coldly.

His eyes pierced into Qin Zichu's eyes, completely digging out his hidden fear, and exposed it to the sun without any cover.

Qin Zichu trembled uncontrollably, trying to pull out the palm held by Ying Zheng, but he firmly held it down.

He finally stopped, exhaled a long breath, calmed down completely, and said seriously: "Okay."

Even if he didn't want to admit it, Qin Zichu's fear of "Qin Shihuang" did increase with Ying Zheng's growing body.

But it is much better to be able to openly bring up the matter when neither of them is prepared for the other to do anything, than to expose the problem after deepening each other's defense and even doing something irreversible.

"On your body." Ying Zheng didn't press Qin Zichu every step of the way.

After finding out the problem, he turned around directly, opened his arms, asked Qin Zichu to wipe off the water droplets on his body little by little, and put on the whole set of exquisite clothes by himself.

Ying Zheng stood there admiring Qin Zichu's flushed cheeks from the hot water, and suddenly said, "Qin Zichu, don't take care of other people so diligently. Also, I don't want you to come back with other men, women or children."

After hearing this, Qin Zichu's ears gradually turned red.

He fully understood the meaning of Ying Zheng's actions just now and what he said now, but he really didn't think about it at all... When the candidate is Ying Zheng, what kind of answer should he give.

Hanging his head and hastily putting on his robe, Qin Zichu couldn't even wait for Ying Zheng to join him, so he rushed out of the bathroom with messy steps.

Ying Zheng stood there looking at his bare feet, suddenly laughed, and said softly, "...Is Qin Zichu shy?"

He put on his shoes and socks slowly, and when he walked out of the bathroom, he did not see Qin Zichu again.

The expression on Ying Zheng's face changed, revealing a look of helplessness, as he staggered towards Mrs. Huayang's palace.

As the great-grandson of King Qin, Ying Zheng walked in the palace with a long line of servants and maids behind him.

Therefore, before Ying Zheng came to Mrs. Huayang's palace, Mrs. Huayang had already received the news and embraced her at the gate of the palace.

She looked at Ying Zheng's eyes wide open and his mouth shut at a loss, feeling very distressed.

Mrs. Hua Yang kissed Ying Zheng's face many times before she said, "Ah Zheng, don't be afraid, you will live with me from today on. With me taking care of Ah Zheng, no one in the palace dares to bully you."

Ying Zheng nodded flusteredly, still holding Mrs. Huayang tightly and dare not let go.

Even if Mrs. Huayang couldn't hold him, she still held Ying Zheng's hand for a long time without letting go.

She brought Ying Zheng back to the palace.

Prince Zhu happened to be there today, and when he saw Mrs. Huayang holding Ying Zheng's distressed look, he couldn't help but think of the dead Mr. Xi.

Suddenly, Prince Zhu squeezed the wine bottle in his hand, his expression changed drastically, and he said displeasedly, "What did you bring him for?"

Ying Zheng lowered his head and said in his heart: Prince Zhu's reaction was as expected.