Qin Shi-Zhang Liang's Sacred Conspiracy

Faint rays of light circulated, and the room was warmed by the charcoal fire. Zhang Liang's blushing cheeks turned around uncomfortably, and said in a very low voice, "You...are...really..."

The rest of the words were held in Zhang Liang's mouth, and he couldn't say them no matter what, only his face was instantly red with blood.

Ying Zheng was silent, but his eyes became deep and deep because of Zhang Liang's unclear words.

"Are you pitying me?" Ying Zheng slowly stretched out his hand, covering his cheek and rubbing it, feeling an unspeakable pain in his heart.

Zhang Liang's body froze slightly, and he wanted to avoid it, but he finally endured it, and only shook his head gently with his eyebrows raised.

Both of them were silent. After a while, Zhang Liang said, "You... rest..."

Zhang Liang was bitter in his heart, and was about to turn around, but suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and Ying Zheng had hugged him from behind.

"Even if you are pitiful to me, I... am very happy..." Ying Zheng's voice trembled slightly, he held Zhang Liang's hand tightly from behind, locked his arms tightly, and slowly pressed his thin lips against it. Touched the back of his neck, tossing and turning, unwilling to let go.

In the misty light and shadow, Zhang Liang's body couldn't help trembling slightly. He felt another person's body temperature, breathing and heartbeat coming from behind him, almost immediately. Palm, until there was a sharp pain.

Zhang Liang resisted the urge to push Ying Zheng away, thinking over and over again of the soft words that Ying Zheng had said to him, and suddenly remembered Yun Zhongjun's words that this man only had half a year left, he couldn't bear it.

"I thought that after letting you go, I would never forget you again, but I was wrong..." Ying Zheng murmured vaguely, grabbed Zhang Liang's hand, and put it on his heart: " In my life, I probably won't be able to forget you, Zifang..."

With pain in his heart, Ying Zheng pulled Zhang Liang into his arms tightly, and while talking in a low voice, he moved his face closer to Zhang Liang until the tips of their noses touched, and then their lips and teeth met.

Zhang Liang's body was stiff and he didn't dare to move. It's not that he didn't understand things. Ying Zheng had forced his body before, and in the small bamboo house in Lantian, Wangchuan, he had used drugs to seduce him despicably, but he hadn't experienced it for many years. Therefore, Yingzheng's sudden and powerful plunder made him very at a loss. He could only let Yingzheng greedily devour his breath, his lips and teeth were pried open by the tip of his gentle tongue, and he relentlessly searched for it.

The moment the tip of his tongue touched, Zhang Liang gave a vague "um", put his hand on Ying Zheng's heart, and couldn't help but refuse.

Ying Zheng chuckled, hugged Zhang Liang even tighter, pressed against his chest, and rubbed tightly.

Zhang Liang's mind suddenly went blank, his brows frowned slightly, then stretched out again in a moment, and he called indistinctly: "Ying Zheng..." He wanted to turn his head away, but he didn't want that A soft word, like spring and medicine, made Ying Zheng's desire even stronger, and he refused to let go.

The swirling green light suddenly turned over Zhang Liang's head, Ying Zheng leaned down softly, and touched the corners of Zhang Liang's lips lightly, and gently unbuttoned the skirt of the person under him with both hands.It was the first time that Zhang Liang lay under him willingly, without refusing or struggling, without a trace of desolation or hesitation on his face, which made Ying Zheng feel as if he was in a dream, which was unreal.

Yingzheng was emotionally moved, took Zhang Liang's hand, hugged himself, and teased Zhang Liang's fair face with a layer of gorgeous blush.

The white Shaman flowed all over the ground, Ying Zheng raised his hand, and untied the Shaman, blocking the spring light in the room, only breathing occasionally.

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The snow was falling slightly, and the setting sun was gone, Zhang Liang opened his eyes in a trance, facing Ying Zheng's dark eyes, looking at him with radiance.

Zhang Liang blushed, and lowered his head to avoid Ying Zheng's sight.

"Ovary...thank you..." Ying Zheng watched Zhang Liang's ears turn bright red, and his chest was filled to the brim. He murmured Zhang Liang's name, and it took him a long time to say three words. Words come.

"Thank you?" Zhang Liang was in a trance, looking at Ying Zheng's rigorous face, as if in a dream for a moment, stretched out his hand, and carefully described the face of that person.

"Your Majesty..." Ying Zheng was staring at Zhang Liang obsessively, feeling the rare happiness, but he didn't want to hear an untimely knock on the door, followed by Li Si's panting voice: "General Meng is coming." Urgent report..."

Ying Zheng's hand on Zhang Liang's body froze for a moment, and the room was as bright as day because of the luminous pearl's light, allowing Zhang Liang to clearly see the cold murderous intent that flickered in Ying Zheng's eyes.

"Understood..." Ying Zheng slowly propped himself up from the bed, looked at Zhang Liang with deep eyes, and said to him in a very low voice, "Take a rest."

"Hmm..." Zhang Liang lowered his eyebrows and nodded, making Ying Zheng unable to see his expression clearly.

"Don't worry, it's not the Mo family..." Ying Zheng was fully dressed, looked at the figure with his back on the bed, sighed slightly, and finally said reluctantly.

"Okay..." Zhang Liang's shoulders trembled slightly, although it was subtle, Ying Zheng could still see it, but Zhang Liang's reaction was very quick, and he came back to his senses in just a moment, and softly responded He said.

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The jumping candlelight flickered across Ying Zheng's gloomy face, and Ying Zheng held a piece of bamboo slip tightly in his hand.

"Huh... I haven't gone yet, so he can't wait?" Ying Zhengsen's cold face was a little bit dark, which made Li Si's heart feel cold for a while, and he didn't dare to move even more.

"Your Majesty, the Eighteenth Prince is suspicious by nature. If I don't see Your Majesty, I'm afraid I won't give up..." Li Si bowed his head respectfully and analyzed calmly.

"So what if you don't give up, because he still wants to assassinate His Majesty?" Zhao Gao listened to Li Si's reply, and saw Meng Tian standing silently at the side, his mouth couldn't help but speak out first.

The dim light flickered across everyone's faces, reflecting Ying Zheng's sudden sneer.

"Zhao Gao..." Ying Zheng turned his head, looked at the figure who was startled and about to kneel down with a sneer, and said, "Do you still remember the mission I gave you?"

"Your Majesty..." Zhao Gao froze on the spot suddenly, his posture of kneeling or not, being frozen in the air was ridiculous.

"Your Majesty... such an important task, I... I am afraid..." Zhao Gao fell on the ground with a plop, his hands stretched in the air, his face twisted while wiping away his tears while shouting.

"Okay... put away your tears, I won't keep useless weak soldiers, if you can't do it, you can lead them to death tomorrow." Ying Zheng's cold and gloomy voice was very effective, and Zhao Gao immediately accepted him With tears in his eyes, he raised his hand and swore: "Your Majesty has an order, and I will never refuse to die..."

Ying Zheng glanced back at him, judging from the way Zhao Gao interpreted it, it was probably Ying Zheng's warning - count yourself sensible!