Chaotic Qin
Chapter 82 Thinking too much
Qin Zichu stopped, nodded, and said hesitantly, "What do you think I haven't treated you equally?"
Ying Zheng's eyes flashed, and he didn't answer his question directly, but said: "You probably come from the world many years after I died, right? From the beginning you trusted me almost blindly, and later you learned that I was the one After the person, he showed extreme fear—do you dare to say that the person in your heart is me, not the person in your imagination?"
Before Qin Zichu could give an answer, Ying Zheng shook his head in disappointment, and said in a low voice: "Qin Zichu, until the end of my life, I have been assassinated by those losers from the Six Kingdoms. No matter what I do, someone will Curse me. I can guess how the history books will discredit me. I am afraid that there is no difference between the person in your heart and the person in the history books. I know the real you, but the person in your heart is the 'Emperor Shi'."
Qin Zichu was speechless by what he said, so he stood there and fell silent.
Recalling the time when the two got along, he has indeed maintained a relaxed attitude. Even when he was in danger, he still had the weird idea of "this is Qin Shihuang, so if I don't give up on him, I won't die".
The past Ying Zheng was not a real person in his heart, but a symbol that would allow him to live in peace.
Until recently, Ying Zheng, who frequently went crazy, became more and more like a "person" in his heart.
Qin Zichu stepped forward, stretched out his arms and hugged Ying Zheng into his arms.
He gently stroked Ying Zheng's back and said, "Ah Zheng, I'm sorry, I did something wrong."
Complacency flashed across Ying Zheng's eyes, he hugged Qin Zichu tightly with his backhand, buried his face in his chest and shook his head silently.
Ying Zheng finally got Qin Zichu's open arms back.
He greedily held Qin Zichu tight, and it didn't take long for Qin Zichu to wake up from the guilt deliberately created by Ying Zheng, recalling the unhappiness that happened the night before.
His body froze suddenly.
Qin Zichu really wanted to ask "Is the tool you said last night true or not?" This sentence, but is this kind of question really suitable to say now? !
Even though Ying Zheng said that he was not the real him he knew in the past, his behavior last night still made Qin Zichu feel that Ying Zheng was extremely dangerous.
Ying Zheng instantly noticed Qin Zichu's stiffness.
He knew that when the last trump card was revealed, he could no longer act recklessly like in the past, otherwise Qin Zichu would never take the responsibility on himself and treat him with guilt and tolerance.
Qin Zichu would only push him away completely, making the distance between them expand to the point of irreparability.
Ying Zheng sighed regretfully in his heart, but the expression on his face did not change at all.
He took the initiative to loosen Qin Zichu's slender waist, and stepped back three steps away.
Ying Zheng turned around and took the initiative to fetch a cloak for Qin Zichu to cover his body. His palms, which were extraordinarily wide due to daily sword practice, pulled the thin silk ribbons and knotted them together strangely.
After completing this simple action, Ying Zheng smiled as if he had completed a difficult project, and even his eyes lit up.
"This way it won't be cold. I'll accompany you for a walk." Ying Zheng lowered his head, took Qin Zichu's hand, and led him out of the courtyard.
Qin Zichu was led by Ying Zheng, suddenly stopped, and tugged back.
Ying Zheng stopped immediately and turned to look at Qin Zichu with doubts in his eyes.
Qin Zichu shook his head with a chuckle, and said softly, "I don't want to go out, just sit in the yard by myself for a while. It's late now, go and rest."
Ying Zheng had no choice but to let go of Qin Zichu's palm, and lingeringly returned to the room.
Ying Zheng stood in front of the bed and hesitated for a long time, and finally he spoke to He who had been guarding the door: "Prepare another set of bedding, next to father's visit."
He kowtowed silently, quickly left the dormitory, and followed Ying Zheng's orders.
In fact, Qin Zichu had already explained this.
He was afraid that Yingzheng would repeat his tricks at night, and made up his mind that as long as Yingzheng insisted on sleeping in the same bed with him, he would completely wipe out Yingzheng's dormitory; Sleeping in another bed, he could barely accommodate Ying Zheng in the same room.
After a while, He directed several other attendants to make the bed.
After bowing to Ying Zheng together, they took off their heavy costumes for Ying Zheng, and then quietly retreated.
Yingzheng lay down in the brand-new bedding, closed his eyes and thought about the state affairs he saw today, and silently planned what he could suggest to the King of Qin.
...Qin Zichu seems to have accepted Gan Luo's father's proposal to bring Zheng Guo, the master of water conservancy, from South Korea?
Well, Qin Zichu has never understood the true connotation of Legalism.
That being the case, let's forget Han Fei at once. Anyway, Han Fei was ignored by his ruler in South Korea.
Thinking of these things for Qin Zichu before he opened his mouth, Qin Zichu would definitely be happy.
Thinking about it, Ying Zheng slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
He clasped his hands on his stomach, and couldn't help but twirled his fingers to savor the smoothness and warmth of Qin Zichu's fingers.
Qin Zichu is able to accept me holding his hand today, sooner or later he will be completely subdued by me, and he will open his heart to me willingly.
Soft footsteps sounded outside the door, Ying Zheng's ears moved, and his breathing slowed down immediately, and the expression on his face was soft as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Qin Zichu quietly walked into the door, and when he found someone lying quietly beside his bedding, he couldn't help but pause, and hesitated in his heart.
He was silent for a long time, and finally walked up to Ying Zheng's side, and gently tucked his feet.
After doing this, Qin Zichu went back to his quilt, took off his clothes lightly, and got into the quilt as quietly as possible to lie down.
The distance between the two people's bedding is less than a foot, and they can touch each other as long as they stretch out their hands.
Qin Zichu tossed and turned in bed, uncontrollably recalling the untimely intimacy with Ying Zheng at noon.
Looking sideways at Ying Zheng, who was breathing steadily, he found that he couldn't sleep at all.
Qin Zichu sighed softly, and curled up sideways.
He quietly looked at Ying Zheng's blurred figure in the dark, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.
In the middle of the night, Qin Zichu was finally attacked by tiredness, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Ying Zheng immediately opened his eyes when he heard the sound of breathing gradually eased.
He looked at the man who was facing him sideways, and after hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand into Qin Zichu's bed, unable to restrain the greed in his heart, he held Qin Zichu's hand in his palm.
Ying Zheng closed his eyes contentedly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a happy arc.
Qin Zichu thought that with Ying Zheng by his side that night, he would stay up all night, but when he woke up, the sun was already high.
Yingzheng's quilt had been tidied up, and it was completely unrecognizable that there was another person lying next to him last night.
The sound of sharp swords being swung outside the room was heard one after another. Qin Zichu put on his outer robe and quietly opened the window to look out.
Ying Zheng, who always wears gorgeous robes, now wears short clothes, holding a sharp sword and constantly practicing the most basic chopping, chopping, and stabbing movements.
The expression on his face was stern, and every movement was full of murderous aura, as if he could split a person in half instantly.
Ying Zheng suddenly raised his eyes to meet Qin Zichu's. With a turn of his movements, he raised the tip of his sword and stabbed Qin Zichu straight.
The sharp edge of the sword brushed against Qin Zichu's cheek with a chill, but facing Ying Zheng's smiling eyes, Qin Zichu stood motionless and did not try to dodge at all.
That look told Qin Zichu that Yingzheng would not hurt him.
Sure enough, the sword edge brushed against Qin Zichu's cheek, and the sound of "嗡——!" was deeply embedded in the crack of the wall, without hurting him at all.
Yingzheng let go of the hilt of his sword, and with a push of his palm, he jumped into the room and stood firmly in front of Qin Zichu.
He spread his arms around Qin Zichu's slender waist, buried his whole body on Qin Zichu's chest, and suddenly said, "Yesterday was the only night I fell asleep in the past two years. It's great that you can come back."
Because of this simple sentence, Qin Zichu's tense body gradually softened.
After hesitating for a moment, he still opened his arms and hugged Ying Zheng's sweaty young body.
He subconsciously said, "Why don't you take a shower? What if the wind blows..."
"It's time to catch the cold again." Ying Zheng smiled and took what Qin Zichu said to him every day, holding Qin Zichu's hand and whispering, "Zichu was wiped with sweat by me, and the smell is very strange, let's go together Bar."
As if afraid that Qin Zichu would reject him, Ying Zheng couldn't help but add: "The tub in the palace has been replaced a long time ago, and it's several times bigger than before. You can sit where I can't touch it."
Ying Zheng's tense and careful attitude pleased Qin Zichu, who couldn't help laughing, and nodded in agreement with Ying Zheng's proposal.
Ying Zheng immediately dragged him to the bathroom, not giving Qin Zichu any time to repent.
Soaking in hot water is relaxing.
Qin Zichu half-closed his eyes, breathed in the dense mist in the air, and couldn't help covering his mouth with his palm and yawned softly.
It was so comfortable, he almost wanted to go back to sleep again.
"I'll pinch your back for you." A question was forced to be ordered by Ying Zheng.
Qin Zichu cast a sideways glance at Ying Zheng, let out a lazy "Mmm", and turned his back on the outer wall of the tub.
Ying Zheng moved behind Qin Zichu and opened his hands to knead his well-proportioned body. He couldn't help but say, "Why aren't you on guard against me?"
"Yingzheng, you're really only five years old, don't think about so many useless things. No matter how fast your brain is, your body can't keep up—I know your development level has not been reflected in your reproductive function." Qin Zichu's voice was full of smiles, and he was no longer annoyed like last night.
"Hmm~" Qin Zichu suddenly let out a muffled moan at the position where Ying Zheng's fingertips pressed.
He twisted his body uneasily, and subconsciously avoided the opportunity to press the fingers here.
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, and stared carefully at the spot where he rubbed his hands just now—a red fingerprint still remained on the skin that was pink from the hot water.
Ying Zheng's heart moved, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, keeping this point firmly in his heart.
His fingers still seemed to move regularly on Qin Zichu's back, but Qin Zichu's dodging movements became more and more frequent.
Finally, Qin Zichu couldn't help turning around abruptly, and said directly, "It's enough to push down here."
Ying Zheng looked back at Qin Zichu innocently.
After pausing for a while, he squeezed Qin Zichu away with an angry expression, turned his back and lay on the position where he had leaned on, and said in an unhappy tone, "It's your turn to do it."
Qin Zichu stared at the back that was displayed in front of his eyes, and wondered in his heart: Is it because I have too much care that I feel that Ying Zheng just took advantage of every click?
Ying Zheng's eyes flashed, and he didn't answer his question directly, but said: "You probably come from the world many years after I died, right? From the beginning you trusted me almost blindly, and later you learned that I was the one After the person, he showed extreme fear—do you dare to say that the person in your heart is me, not the person in your imagination?"
Before Qin Zichu could give an answer, Ying Zheng shook his head in disappointment, and said in a low voice: "Qin Zichu, until the end of my life, I have been assassinated by those losers from the Six Kingdoms. No matter what I do, someone will Curse me. I can guess how the history books will discredit me. I am afraid that there is no difference between the person in your heart and the person in the history books. I know the real you, but the person in your heart is the 'Emperor Shi'."
Qin Zichu was speechless by what he said, so he stood there and fell silent.
Recalling the time when the two got along, he has indeed maintained a relaxed attitude. Even when he was in danger, he still had the weird idea of "this is Qin Shihuang, so if I don't give up on him, I won't die".
The past Ying Zheng was not a real person in his heart, but a symbol that would allow him to live in peace.
Until recently, Ying Zheng, who frequently went crazy, became more and more like a "person" in his heart.
Qin Zichu stepped forward, stretched out his arms and hugged Ying Zheng into his arms.
He gently stroked Ying Zheng's back and said, "Ah Zheng, I'm sorry, I did something wrong."
Complacency flashed across Ying Zheng's eyes, he hugged Qin Zichu tightly with his backhand, buried his face in his chest and shook his head silently.
Ying Zheng finally got Qin Zichu's open arms back.
He greedily held Qin Zichu tight, and it didn't take long for Qin Zichu to wake up from the guilt deliberately created by Ying Zheng, recalling the unhappiness that happened the night before.
His body froze suddenly.
Qin Zichu really wanted to ask "Is the tool you said last night true or not?" This sentence, but is this kind of question really suitable to say now? !
Even though Ying Zheng said that he was not the real him he knew in the past, his behavior last night still made Qin Zichu feel that Ying Zheng was extremely dangerous.
Ying Zheng instantly noticed Qin Zichu's stiffness.
He knew that when the last trump card was revealed, he could no longer act recklessly like in the past, otherwise Qin Zichu would never take the responsibility on himself and treat him with guilt and tolerance.
Qin Zichu would only push him away completely, making the distance between them expand to the point of irreparability.
Ying Zheng sighed regretfully in his heart, but the expression on his face did not change at all.
He took the initiative to loosen Qin Zichu's slender waist, and stepped back three steps away.
Ying Zheng turned around and took the initiative to fetch a cloak for Qin Zichu to cover his body. His palms, which were extraordinarily wide due to daily sword practice, pulled the thin silk ribbons and knotted them together strangely.
After completing this simple action, Ying Zheng smiled as if he had completed a difficult project, and even his eyes lit up.
"This way it won't be cold. I'll accompany you for a walk." Ying Zheng lowered his head, took Qin Zichu's hand, and led him out of the courtyard.
Qin Zichu was led by Ying Zheng, suddenly stopped, and tugged back.
Ying Zheng stopped immediately and turned to look at Qin Zichu with doubts in his eyes.
Qin Zichu shook his head with a chuckle, and said softly, "I don't want to go out, just sit in the yard by myself for a while. It's late now, go and rest."
Ying Zheng had no choice but to let go of Qin Zichu's palm, and lingeringly returned to the room.
Ying Zheng stood in front of the bed and hesitated for a long time, and finally he spoke to He who had been guarding the door: "Prepare another set of bedding, next to father's visit."
He kowtowed silently, quickly left the dormitory, and followed Ying Zheng's orders.
In fact, Qin Zichu had already explained this.
He was afraid that Yingzheng would repeat his tricks at night, and made up his mind that as long as Yingzheng insisted on sleeping in the same bed with him, he would completely wipe out Yingzheng's dormitory; Sleeping in another bed, he could barely accommodate Ying Zheng in the same room.
After a while, He directed several other attendants to make the bed.
After bowing to Ying Zheng together, they took off their heavy costumes for Ying Zheng, and then quietly retreated.
Yingzheng lay down in the brand-new bedding, closed his eyes and thought about the state affairs he saw today, and silently planned what he could suggest to the King of Qin.
...Qin Zichu seems to have accepted Gan Luo's father's proposal to bring Zheng Guo, the master of water conservancy, from South Korea?
Well, Qin Zichu has never understood the true connotation of Legalism.
That being the case, let's forget Han Fei at once. Anyway, Han Fei was ignored by his ruler in South Korea.
Thinking of these things for Qin Zichu before he opened his mouth, Qin Zichu would definitely be happy.
Thinking about it, Ying Zheng slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
He clasped his hands on his stomach, and couldn't help but twirled his fingers to savor the smoothness and warmth of Qin Zichu's fingers.
Qin Zichu is able to accept me holding his hand today, sooner or later he will be completely subdued by me, and he will open his heart to me willingly.
Soft footsteps sounded outside the door, Ying Zheng's ears moved, and his breathing slowed down immediately, and the expression on his face was soft as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Qin Zichu quietly walked into the door, and when he found someone lying quietly beside his bedding, he couldn't help but pause, and hesitated in his heart.
He was silent for a long time, and finally walked up to Ying Zheng's side, and gently tucked his feet.
After doing this, Qin Zichu went back to his quilt, took off his clothes lightly, and got into the quilt as quietly as possible to lie down.
The distance between the two people's bedding is less than a foot, and they can touch each other as long as they stretch out their hands.
Qin Zichu tossed and turned in bed, uncontrollably recalling the untimely intimacy with Ying Zheng at noon.
Looking sideways at Ying Zheng, who was breathing steadily, he found that he couldn't sleep at all.
Qin Zichu sighed softly, and curled up sideways.
He quietly looked at Ying Zheng's blurred figure in the dark, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.
In the middle of the night, Qin Zichu was finally attacked by tiredness, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Ying Zheng immediately opened his eyes when he heard the sound of breathing gradually eased.
He looked at the man who was facing him sideways, and after hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand into Qin Zichu's bed, unable to restrain the greed in his heart, he held Qin Zichu's hand in his palm.
Ying Zheng closed his eyes contentedly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a happy arc.
Qin Zichu thought that with Ying Zheng by his side that night, he would stay up all night, but when he woke up, the sun was already high.
Yingzheng's quilt had been tidied up, and it was completely unrecognizable that there was another person lying next to him last night.
The sound of sharp swords being swung outside the room was heard one after another. Qin Zichu put on his outer robe and quietly opened the window to look out.
Ying Zheng, who always wears gorgeous robes, now wears short clothes, holding a sharp sword and constantly practicing the most basic chopping, chopping, and stabbing movements.
The expression on his face was stern, and every movement was full of murderous aura, as if he could split a person in half instantly.
Ying Zheng suddenly raised his eyes to meet Qin Zichu's. With a turn of his movements, he raised the tip of his sword and stabbed Qin Zichu straight.
The sharp edge of the sword brushed against Qin Zichu's cheek with a chill, but facing Ying Zheng's smiling eyes, Qin Zichu stood motionless and did not try to dodge at all.
That look told Qin Zichu that Yingzheng would not hurt him.
Sure enough, the sword edge brushed against Qin Zichu's cheek, and the sound of "嗡——!" was deeply embedded in the crack of the wall, without hurting him at all.
Yingzheng let go of the hilt of his sword, and with a push of his palm, he jumped into the room and stood firmly in front of Qin Zichu.
He spread his arms around Qin Zichu's slender waist, buried his whole body on Qin Zichu's chest, and suddenly said, "Yesterday was the only night I fell asleep in the past two years. It's great that you can come back."
Because of this simple sentence, Qin Zichu's tense body gradually softened.
After hesitating for a moment, he still opened his arms and hugged Ying Zheng's sweaty young body.
He subconsciously said, "Why don't you take a shower? What if the wind blows..."
"It's time to catch the cold again." Ying Zheng smiled and took what Qin Zichu said to him every day, holding Qin Zichu's hand and whispering, "Zichu was wiped with sweat by me, and the smell is very strange, let's go together Bar."
As if afraid that Qin Zichu would reject him, Ying Zheng couldn't help but add: "The tub in the palace has been replaced a long time ago, and it's several times bigger than before. You can sit where I can't touch it."
Ying Zheng's tense and careful attitude pleased Qin Zichu, who couldn't help laughing, and nodded in agreement with Ying Zheng's proposal.
Ying Zheng immediately dragged him to the bathroom, not giving Qin Zichu any time to repent.
Soaking in hot water is relaxing.
Qin Zichu half-closed his eyes, breathed in the dense mist in the air, and couldn't help covering his mouth with his palm and yawned softly.
It was so comfortable, he almost wanted to go back to sleep again.
"I'll pinch your back for you." A question was forced to be ordered by Ying Zheng.
Qin Zichu cast a sideways glance at Ying Zheng, let out a lazy "Mmm", and turned his back on the outer wall of the tub.
Ying Zheng moved behind Qin Zichu and opened his hands to knead his well-proportioned body. He couldn't help but say, "Why aren't you on guard against me?"
"Yingzheng, you're really only five years old, don't think about so many useless things. No matter how fast your brain is, your body can't keep up—I know your development level has not been reflected in your reproductive function." Qin Zichu's voice was full of smiles, and he was no longer annoyed like last night.
"Hmm~" Qin Zichu suddenly let out a muffled moan at the position where Ying Zheng's fingertips pressed.
He twisted his body uneasily, and subconsciously avoided the opportunity to press the fingers here.
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, and stared carefully at the spot where he rubbed his hands just now—a red fingerprint still remained on the skin that was pink from the hot water.
Ying Zheng's heart moved, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, keeping this point firmly in his heart.
His fingers still seemed to move regularly on Qin Zichu's back, but Qin Zichu's dodging movements became more and more frequent.
Finally, Qin Zichu couldn't help turning around abruptly, and said directly, "It's enough to push down here."
Ying Zheng looked back at Qin Zichu innocently.
After pausing for a while, he squeezed Qin Zichu away with an angry expression, turned his back and lay on the position where he had leaned on, and said in an unhappy tone, "It's your turn to do it."
Qin Zichu stared at the back that was displayed in front of his eyes, and wondered in his heart: Is it because I have too much care that I feel that Ying Zheng just took advantage of every click?
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