I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

Ying Zheng ate him to death: "I'm dead, please dig a hole for me to bury me."

Zhao Zheng immediately got into his arms: "I listen to you! Listen to you! Don't die!"

What will he do with his mother after he dies? In this barren mountain, what if there are any beasts, what if he encounters any bad guys, the most important thing is that he is afraid of dead bodies. He dragged him into a pit and buried him, so he resisted.

The body temperature of children is very high. According to medical theory, they are the body of the most yang, and they are much more resistant to freezing than adults.After Zhao Zheng got into Ying Zheng's arms, he was wrapped in a sheet. Ying Zheng hugged him through the sheet and drove the car with the other.

Zhao Zheng was like a small stove in his arms, and Ying Zheng held him tighter to prevent him from falling.

Zhao Zheng was a little uncomfortable. Apart from his mother, it was the first time for him to be hugged so intimately. To avoid embarrassment, he shyly searched for a topic: "How about I help you drive away?"

Ying Zheng shoved the hemp rope into his hand unceremoniously: "It's very smart, it will know its way, don't be nervous, I will teach you."

Zhao Zheng: I'm just talking about it, why do you take it seriously? ? ?

But he still took the rope obediently, and there happened to be a three-way intersection in front of him, and he suddenly became nervous: "How to do it? Hit it? Which way to go?"

Ying Zheng: "Slap it on the right side of its stomach and go left."

Zhao Zheng did as he did, but he was afraid that the cow would hurt, so he just hit it lightly.

Niu: Who is tickling me.

"It, it didn't respond."

Ying Zheng: "Try again."

So Zhao Zheng tried a few more times. Either the force was too light and the ox walked the middle way, or the force was too heavy and the ox almost fell into the farmland.

Niu: Don't hit me anymore, I'm fucking cracked!

After a thrilling contest between man and cow, it was Ying Zheng who held Zhao Zheng's hand and helped him drive the cow to the left road.

Then it was unimpeded, and the bullock cart kept moving along the main road.

Zhao Zheng's body temperature was well transmitted to Ying Zheng, and his back was pressed against Ying Zheng, which felt similar to leaning on an iron plate, but at any rate, it was much stronger than the feeling of sticking to the ice at the beginning.

Ying Zheng put his arms around him to prevent him from falling off his body. He was very tired and sleepy, but he was worried about Zhao Zheng, so he kept on holding on and told Zhao Zheng a few stories.

Zhao Zheng listened attentively and said happily, "I've never heard these stories before. What book are they from?"

Ying Zheng's drowsiness was swept away by this topic, "It was written by a gentleman named Han Fei."

"To be able to write such a story, this gentleman must be very powerful."

"Yes. He is a peerless genius, but you still can't understand his books. When you grow up, you will like them."

Zhao Zhengdao: "Why do you say I can't understand? His book is difficult to understand?"

Ying Zheng said slowly: "It's easy to understand. You will only understand when you sit in that seat."

After the sun came out the next day, Ying Zheng's condition improved a lot.They rested and ate in the shade of the roadside trees.

Ying Zheng ate something casually, and handed the jerky to Zhao Zheng: "Eat more, you are so skinny."

Zhao Zheng took the jerky, thinking that it was looted from the innkeeper, he was embarrassed to eat it.

Ying Zheng couldn't see how careful he was, so he reached out and grabbed the jerky and put it in his mouth: "Then you must be hungry."

Zhao Zheng: "..."

Little Zhao Zheng was not a rotten person either. He swore to the sky that he would repay the innkeeper in the future, so he picked up a piece of bean cake and ate it.

Ying Zheng gave him the jerky.

Only then did Zhao Zheng say, "You're too skinny."

Ying Zheng: "For a dying person, it doesn't matter if he is thinner."

Zhao Zheng didn't like it, but at any rate, he shared weal and woe. He was the same person who had fallen in the end of the world, and they were both protons.

He said, "Don't talk such nonsense."

Ying Zheng said on a whim, "I'll make a fortune for you."

Zhao Zheng: "Do you still understand this?"

"Others don't know, but I know yours. Give me your hand."

Zhao Zheng gave him his little hand.

There are still some small scratches on his hands, presumably caused by hiding around with Zhao Ji, and so on, there should be quite a few on his body.

Ying Zheng looked at it seriously, "You can go back to be the prince of Qin at the age of nine, succeed at the age of 13, take charge at the age of 22, and be in charge at the age of 39..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhao Zheng didn't dare to listen anymore. He hurriedly blocked Ying Zheng's mouth, "My great-grandfather, grandfather, and father are all fine, even gods dare not say that! Shut up!"

Ying Zheng frowned and nodded to express that he would stop talking. Zhao Zhengcai let go of his hand and handed him half a bowl of water for fear that he would continue talking.

After a short rest, the two continued on their way.

Zhao Ji kept sleeping and waking up, with a severe fever, and only occasionally got up to drink some water when she was thirsty.

After about half a day of driving, we finally arrived in Handan.

Yingzheng, as the son of Zhao Guo, was welcomed into the palace by the scenery, and Zhao Zheng and Zhao Ji were with him.

It's just that Ying Zheng is treated like a son, while Zhao Zheng and Zhao Ji are treated like protons.

When Zhao Wangdan saw his younger brother who had been away for many years, and heard what happened to Ying Zheng on the road, he was both happy and sad. He asked people to arrange a banquet for Ying Zheng to clean up the dust, and sent someone to thank the owner of the hotel.

Because Zhao Ji's mother and son had meritorious service in taking care of Lord Chang'an, King Zhao relaxed the restrictions on them and raised their treatment.

Due to his special status, Ying Zheng couldn't get too close to Zhao Zheng.Occasionally, he would go over to see Zhao Zheng and ask someone to send some things over.

After nightfall that day, Ying Zheng opened the bamboo slips and wrote on them as usual.He wrote very carefully, stroke by stroke, without noticing the voices from outside.

When he noticed, the guard had already brought a seven-year-old child to report: "Young master, Mr. Qin climbed the wall in the middle of the night and wanted to sneak in. The servants brought him here."

Ying Zheng covered his forehead, not knowing how this kid could be so stupid, he put down his pen and opened the door.

Zhao Zheng was held in the hands of the guards like a cat, holding a roll of bamboo slips, when he saw Ying Zheng coming out, he kicked twice and jumped to the ground, "Young Master, I read the book you gave me, and I don't understand some things. "

Ying Zheng: "So you climbed over the wall in the middle of the night?"

Zhao Zheng: "... I think climbing the wall is faster."

Ying Zheng: "..."

Ying Zheng brought Zhao Zheng into the room, and he felt that Zhao Zheng must not have come to him for such a simple matter, "Let's talk."

Sure enough, Zhao Zheng didn't open any bamboo slips, but looked at Ying Zheng with bright eyes: "Can you be my husband, sir?"

"Oh?" Ying Zheng became interested, "Why?"

"I want to learn from the young master."

"What do you think I can teach you?"

Zhao Zheng picked up the bamboo slips, "The books the young master gave me are all imperial techniques."

Ying Zheng deliberately made things difficult for him: "You said it yourself, your great-grandfather, grandfather, and father are all still alive. King Qin may not be your turn to do it. What's the use of learning these things?"

Zhao Zhengdao: "If I can't be the King of Qin, it won't hurt me to learn these things. If one day I become the King of Qin, these things will be of great benefit to me."

Ying Zheng nodded half-pushed, "Tomorrow I will ask King Zhao for instructions, you can go back."

Zhao Zheng bowed obediently to Ying Zheng and left with a small step.Ying Zheng suddenly stopped him again: "Wait a minute."

Zhao Zheng turned around: "My lord?"

Ying Zheng pointed to his leg: "Is it hurt?"

Zhao Zheng said embarrassingly: "When I climbed over the wall, I fell on a stone. I didn't expect that the young master noticed it."

Ying Zheng asked him to sit on the couch, and said in his heart that you showed it to me on purpose, don't think I don't know.

He also knew that Zhao Zheng would never tell his mother about these minor injuries, and would even cover them up for fear that she would worry.

Ying Zheng rolled up Zhao Zheng's trousers little by little, and Zhao Zheng looked down at him.

His right calf was significantly more swollen than the left one, which was very scary. Ying Zheng realized that the matter might be more serious than he thought, and immediately called the doctor.

The attendant doctor came soon, pinched Zhao Zheng's leg and pressed it. The pain made Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth and shivered, his little face was so pale that all the color disappeared.

Ying Zheng helped the doctor to press Zhao Zheng's leg, and soon there was sweat on his forehead. Zhao Zheng clutched Ying Zheng's sleeve, shaking with pain: "It hurts...it hurts."

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Zheng's tears that kept falling, and he was a little annoyed with his good temper: "Isn't that okay?!"

The attendant doctor was frightened by his terrifying and majestic aura and knelt on the ground, "It should have fallen to a bone, but there is no fracture, it may be cracked."

Both Ying Zheng and Zhao Zheng were dumbfounded: "Cracked?"

"Yes, yes..." The waiter wiped the sweat from his forehead and found that Ying Zheng's complexion was very bad, so he hurriedly added: "It's not the kind of crack you think! It's a little cracked, very subtle. If there is a small gap, put a plaster on it, take medicine on time, and take a good rest and you will be fine!"

Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Is there any legacy?"

The attendant doctor said with relief: "Normally, it won't happen, young master, it shouldn't be very serious, and the child will still grow up, most of them won't have sequelae."

Ying Zheng said, "That's up to you."

Half an hour later, Zhao Zheng's leg was fixed with a splint, put on a plaster cast, and wrapped into rice dumplings.

Ying Zheng waited for the palace servants to bring the medicine to the side.

He was very displeased: "If you don't go through the door, what kind of wall will you climb?"

Zhao Zheng whispered: "Actually, I have called you several times, but they didn't report to me at all."

Ying Zheng didn't know there was such a thing, his face darkened, "Lie down and don't move around."

He got up and went out, and came back after a while. Zhao Zheng probably guessed what he was going for, and didn't ask.Seeing Ying Zheng's gloomy face, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you worried about me?"

Ying Zheng glanced at him: "Nonsense."

"Why? You are Mr. Zhao, and I am from Qin."

Ying Zheng: Because I don't want you to be a disabled emperor, lose your image and lose face.

He said: "They are all surnamed Zhao, what kind of Qin and Zhao are divided?"

Zhao Zheng's eyes lit up, like a twinkling star. For some reason, he was very happy to hear this sentence.

It made him feel like he and Ying Zheng were part of the same family.

"Don't go back until you recover from your injury. Mother will also take it over. I'll arrange another hospital for you."

Ying Zheng didn't think those palace people would take good care of Zhao Zheng. Although he was a little against Zhao Ji, Zhao Zheng needed his mother, so he couldn't be too selfish.

"Can you?" Zhao Zheng was about to sit up subconsciously, but was pushed back by Ying Zheng with a black face.

"It's okay if you can't, you lie down."

Zhao Zheng lay down obediently, covering his quilt with excitement and sniggering.Is he going to live with Mr. Chang'an?Can you see him every day?This is not a dream, is it?

Ying Zheng looked at him strangely, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Zheng said truthfully: "I am very happy to see you every day, just thinking about it."

He covered his nose with the quilt, revealing only two clear eyes, like washed grapes, staring darkly at Ying Zheng.

After a while, the palace man cooked the medicine and brought it over. Zhao Zheng drank it, and Ying Zheng urged him to rest.He deliberately moved the lacquer case to the couch, and accompanied Zhao Zheng while writing.

Zhao Zheng couldn't stop looking at his hand: "What are you writing, my lord?"

Ying Zheng said: "Han Fei's book, write it down for you."

At this time, Han Fei hadn't finished writing his novel, Ying Zheng could only do it himself, and since he agreed to be Zhao Zheng's husband, he would teach him all his life's hard work.

So he added a lot of his own opinions here, which cannot be finished in a day or two.

Zhao Zheng was very happy, and almost sat up again: "I want to see it."

Ying Zheng raised his eyes and stared back at him: "Sleep."

Zhao Zheng had no choice but to sleep obediently.

But he didn't really fall asleep, but waited for a long time.

It was late at night, and Ying Zheng felt that his fingers were a little stiff, so he put down his pen.

He gently rolled up the bamboo slips, put them in a sack, tied the girdle, then moved the lacquer case away, and tucked Zhao Zheng under the quilt.

He looked at Zhao Zheng for a while, then got up and blew out the candles, planning to go to another room to sleep.

Zhao Zheng had been dozing off all the time. Seeing that he was about to leave, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed Ying Zheng's sleeve.

Ying Zheng paused, then turned around, "Haven't slept yet?"

"I..." Zhao Zheng originally wanted to say that he was not used to changing places, but then he was afraid that Ying Zheng would send him back, so he quickly changed his words: "I am in so much pain that I can't sleep."

In fact, he didn't feel any pain at all, but there was a sharp pain for a moment when he fell, and then he became numb.

But it really hurts when the doctor presses it.

He didn't know why, but he didn't want Ying Zheng to leave.

Ying Zheng said: "Then use some incense?"

Zhao Zheng nodded: "Okay."

Ying Zheng picked up the candlestick and went to the east wall cabinet, and took out the incense box.He put the incense powder into the hollowed out golden incense burner and lit it.

The faint scent of incense diffuses with the smoke, gradually filling the whole room, making people drowsy.

Zhao Zheng became sleepy after a while. He tried to hold back his sleepiness and said, "Sir, can you tell me another story?"

Ying Zheng had been waiting by the bedside for him to fall asleep. He paused when he heard the word "Sir", and turned to look at Zhao Zheng.

The moonlight leaked in from the window, a cold light all over the place.

Zhao Zheng's face was half hidden in the shadow of the curtain, only a pair of bright eyes looked at Ying Zheng.He was afraid of being rejected by Ying Zheng, and also afraid that his husband had gone beyond the etiquette just now, so he added: "Listening to the voice of the young master, I will not feel pain."

Ying Zheng had no choice but to tell him.

His voice is clear and low, with a very aggressive magnetism. When it is severe, it is as chilling as frost, which cannot be discussed.But when it is gentle, it is like a spring breeze blowing over a melting glacier, and countless peach blossoms are falling on the river.

Zhao Zheng was in a daze, he didn't know when he fell asleep, and he kept grabbing Ying Zheng's sleeve.

Ying Zheng looked at him for a while, then whispered, "Child?"

The sandalwood is faint, and no one answers.