Chaotic Qin

Seeing Qin Zichu's eyes gleaming brightly but staring at him, Ying Zheng closed his eyes comfortably.

He said softly, "I've always been like this. Qin's dishonesty and insatiable greed are recognized by the six countries."

Qin Zichu stared at Ying Zheng for a while, then replied, "Okay, I will remember."

After the words fell, he closed his eyes and turned his back.

Ying Zheng stuck to Qin Zichu's back, hugged his body from behind, and blew his steady and warm breath on Qin Zichu's back.

The thin underwear couldn't resist the hot and humid breathing at all, Qin Zichu's back was itchy, and he moved his body involuntarily.

Ying Zheng closed his eyes to feel the reaction of his close body, and curled up his mouth into a shallow smile.

The two lived together peacefully overnight.

The next morning, when Qin Zichu woke up, he found that his legs were as soft as noodles, and he couldn't exert any strength at all, and his back was also sore.

"I'd better take the car. In fact, I can get used to vomiting." Qin Zichu smiled awkwardly, and couldn't help stretching out his hands to pinch his sore and swollen inner thighs.

Ying Zheng stared at his movements until Qin Zichu realized that the action of lifting his outer robe and kneading his thighs could allow Ying Zheng to see clearly what was in the heroic crotch pants. He blushed suddenly and hurriedly pulled them off Hem.

"Since I'm not feeling well, I won't be leaving today." Ying Zheng pushed Qin Zichu back into the bedding.

Before Qin Zichu was moved, Ying Zheng said in a natural tone: "Since you know the accessories of the saddle, stirrup, shoe and rein, you should rest well. I will order the local blacksmiths and craftsmen to make these things out." .”

Qin Zichu was really not feeling well.

He didn't insist on continuing to march towards Xianyang, and with a soft "hmm", he tore off his belt and outer robe, and nestled comfortably in the bedding.

Not long after, Qin Zichu fell into a drowsy sleep again, until he finally broke free from the dream and woke up after bursts of hungry cries came from his stomach.

The bright sunlight fell into the room through the wide open windows, Qin Zichu hugged the quilt and smiled lightly.

Although the waist and legs are still uncomfortable, it's not like in the morning, and I feel uncomfortable even if I move it.

He propped himself up and got up, put on his robe, and walked out of the room.

Although he has been here for a long time, most of the people around him are women, and Qin Zichu has never been used to wearing close-fitting clothes with their help.

The shameless attire of open crotch trousers really made Qin Zichu not have the courage to walk birds in front of a group of Yunying unmarried girls.

He felt that by doing so, he was playing hooligans all the time.

There was no sign of Yingzheng in the courtyard, but the ground was slightly blue, and the trees were also slightly sprouting buds. There were clusters of shy and shy peach blossom buds hanging on the branches. It was a scene full of spring.

Qin Zichu couldn't help but stepped forward, stretching out his hand to gently brush the delicate flower buds.

The petals, which were so soft that they were slightly moist, brushed against his fingertips, bringing a slight coolness, and he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Ying Zheng happened to see this scene when he stepped into the courtyard.

He stopped immediately, looking at Qin Zichu's figure standing under the tree in a daze for a moment.

Just looking at Qin Zichu's smiling face like this, Ying Zheng felt as happy as peach blossoms blooming in his heart.

He swallowed involuntarily, a strange and eager mood welled up from his chest and filled his chest.

"Ah Zheng, you're back? How's things going?" Qin Zichu turned his head to look at Ying Zheng, and involuntarily supported his still sore lower back with his palms.

Hearing his call, Ying Zheng stepped forward and helped him walk back slowly.

After the two sat down, Ying Zheng placed a one-foot-square vermilion lacquer box on the table and pushed it in front of Qin Zichu.

He whispered: "Zi Chu, except for last night, you have never been able to produce something that will appear in the future. But when I woke up this morning, I found many small wounds on your fingers. These... They were all scratched by knives, right?"

Ying Zheng pursed his lips, and said in a gentle tone that he was not used to: "I like everything about you, and I don't want you to get hurt a little bit. For the convenience of writing battle reports, Meng Tian used animal hair and bamboo poles to make it. Once the brush is out, you can write as long as you dip it in the paint. Although it will stain your fingers, it won’t leave you with any wounds. The craftsmanship in the small border town is rough, and the brushes made are terrible, so you can make do with it.”

Qin Zichu looked at Ying Zheng's slightly reddened ears, and couldn't help laughing.

This gift is indeed a surprise!

Although Qin Zichu couldn't write good handwriting, he could write with a brush.

But precisely because this is the "Era of Qin Shihuang", Qin Zichu has always been restrained, and he dare not do anything that people close to Ying Zheng have done before.

Qin Zichu was afraid that he would change something and affect the process of Yingzheng unification.

At this time, with Ying Zheng personally breaking the curse, Qin Zichu suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

He opened the lacquer box with a smile, and took out brushes of different thicknesses. An inkstone and two rough ink sticks were neatly stacked in the innermost part of the lacquer box.

"I like this gift very much. Ah Zheng, thank you for your hard work." Qin Zichu held the pen holder in his hand, stroking the soft pen head made of animal hair back and forth with his fingertips.

Ying Zheng finally let go of his high-hanging heart, but after getting Qin Zichu's response, he felt a little regretful.

He stared at Qin Zichu's movements, and said in his heart: Zichu's writing posture is unfamiliar and stiff. I'm afraid he lived in an age where even the writing brush was outdated and not often used.

Seeing that Ying Zheng fell silent, Qin Zichu asked softly, "How are you preparing for the saddle?"

Ying Zheng shook his head, looking a little dissatisfied.

He replied in a low voice: "The carpenter saw it and said that he had never seen it before. He needed to take away the drawing you drew on the cowhide with carbon strips and study it for a while. Although I knew they couldn't see it, I immediately I made the saddle, but I'm still a little impatient."

Qin Zichu held Ying Zheng's palm and said gently: "Ah Zheng, the saddle I know is not something that could have appeared in this era. I have no research on ancient war horse equipment. The saddle I know is what I saw with my own eyes and existed in 2000. Even if it takes ten years for craftsmen to study saddles, the results obtained by condensing the wisdom of more than 2000 years ago in such a short period of time are beyond imagination. What is there to worry about?"

Ying Zheng held Qin Zichu's palm and didn't reply, but his ears became more and more red.

He lowered his eyes and said in his heart: Seeing you vomit so badly on the carriage and making your whole body uncomfortable on the horseback, I wish they could make the harness right away so that you can go on the road comfortably without eating any more. Bit of a pain.

Ying Zheng practices sword every morning and evening.

Therefore, he is not as fair as ordinary princes and grandchildren, his skin is like honey flowing in the sun, full of luster and seductive taste.

Paired with Yingzheng's face with profound features, even at a young age, one can faintly see the majesty and masculinity of adulthood.

Although Qin Zichu looked at Ying Zheng, he was not so narcissistic that he felt that Ying Zheng had already loved him so much.

Seeing that Ying Zheng's complexion seemed a little too rosy, Qin Zichu couldn't help but touched Ying Zheng's hot cheeks, and said with concern, "I'll get some face cream to wipe your face. You've been running outside all morning. , her face was too red from the sun."

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Zichu helplessly, raised his hand to press his hand on his face, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing, it's not a sunburn, don't worry."

Qin Zichu paused, with a smirk on his face, he rubbed Ying Zheng's ear and teased, "If you say that - are you shy?"

Ying Zheng suppressed the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows to look at Qin Zichu.

Under Ying Zheng's oppressive eyes, Qin Zichu gradually fell silent.

He touched his face in embarrassment, and sat back in his original position.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Ying Zheng suddenly reached out to touch his face and said, "You are also blushing now."

Qin Zichu's face flushed slightly from embarrassment at first, but when Ying Zheng touched his face suddenly, his whole cheek burned instantly.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but he didn't mention the matter again when he opened his mouth, but said, "Let's have dinner together."

Qin Zichu saw that he ignored the matter, and the heat on his face gradually faded.

Not long after, He led a group of young girls into the room, and placed two tables side by side in front of them.

Qin Zichu ate in small mouthfuls, seeming to be somewhat dispirited.

Seeing his appearance, Ying Zheng couldn't help but said, "Have you lost your appetite?"

Qin Zichu shook his head and replied: "The food in this era is terrible, you know? There are too few seasonings. The vegetables are boiled in white water all day long, and "expensive" salt is added. Occasionally, I feel that the ingredients are very natural. It's been a long time now, and it's tasteless."

Ying Zheng clapped his hands, and seeing the meal he thought was very good, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

The place where Qin Zichu lives must be much better than this era!

No matter why he appeared here, once he had the chance to leave, would Qin Zichu really be willing to stay?

"... I will expand the territory and find spices for seasoning." Ying Zheng suddenly opened his mouth and made this promise.

Qin Zichu froze on the spot, stared at Ying Zheng for a long time with a dull expression, and then suddenly laughed.

He said softly: "Some things are beyond the reach of human beings. I'm afraid I won't be able to taste the taste of many spices in my lifetime, and Ah Zheng doesn't have to force this."

After hearing this, Ying Zheng had to fall silent.

In the next few days, Ying Zheng was in a thoughtful state every day, and he seemed out of his mind.

Qin Zichu couldn't say that he knew Ying Zheng's thoughts like the back of his hand, but he might be able to guess eight or nine.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to appear in front of Ying Zheng, pulling him to sit and talk with him.

"Ah Zheng, don't worry about tomorrow's troubles. It is not up to me to decide whether I will appear here or leave. But I have lived here for seven years, so maybe it is impossible to leave at all." Qin Zichu stretched out his hand Pressing Ying Zheng into her arms, she gently stroked his back.

For the first time, Ying Zheng didn't reach out to hug Qin Zichu.

He whispered: "The only thing I can accept is being foolproof."

"...You actually asked for something you couldn't even do yourself. Stop acting like a baby!" Seeing that Ying Zheng couldn't be coaxed well, Qin Zichu simply stopped coaxing him.

Qin Zichu stood up, looked down at Yingzheng and said, "You want to be safe? Well, let's do 'heaven and earth, I am the only one'; if you can't, don't talk nonsense—you haven't even unified the six kingdoms now!"