I and the King of Qin Sweep Liuhe

The idea of ​​"good-looking" made Ying Zheng laugh silently. He looked at Zhao Zheng for a while, and there was rain outside before he knew it, and a flash of lightning illuminated the entire night.

Ying Zheng got up to close the window, and almost at the same time, the sound of thunder fell.

The loud noise resonated throughout the study, Zhao Zheng suddenly opened his eyes on the bed, and at that moment his eyes were full of vigilance.But when he saw Ying Zheng who was closing the window, he slowly relaxed: "...Sir?"

He took a breath, "Why do you..."

Ying Zheng expected that he would be woken up, so he said softly, "I'll come up and have a look, you go to sleep, it's all right, it's just a thunderstorm."

"Is it raining?" Zhao Zheng got up and walked to the window. The window was open, and the pouring rain could be vaguely seen through the lightning. "What's wrong with this window?"

Subconsciously, he was going to help Ying Zheng, and when his fingers barely touched Ying Zheng's hand, the window just closed.

"It's stuck, it's okay." Ying Zheng closed the window and closed the curtains after confirming that it was perfectly fitted. In the dark, he didn't notice Zhao Zheng's evasive movement, "Go to sleep."

Zhao Zheng didn't intend to continue to sleep. He listened to the sound of rain outside, his eyes fell on Ying Zheng, his lips moved lightly, but he didn't say anything.

Suddenly he noticed that Ying Zheng's sleeves and the front of his body were wet from the rain, so he took the soft towel on the couch, walked over to cover his hands, and said softly, "Sir, change your clothes, I'll get them."

Ying Zheng refused almost without thinking. He didn't want to disturb Zhao Zheng's rest: "No, you go to sleep. I just want to go back."

Hearing this, Zhao Zheng was slightly startled, slowly let go of his hand, and took a step back: "Okay, sir, go to bed early."

He stayed away as if avoiding suspicion, Ying Zheng saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes, even though Zhao Zheng hid it well, he still saw it.Ying Zheng changed his words for some reason: "I'm just going back...to get some snacks, go and get them for me."

This excuse was too blunt, and Zhao Zheng looked at him strangely: "Dim sum? Do you want to eat here?"

"Yeah." Ying Zheng babbled nonsense: "I remember that there are still some books I haven't finished, so I'll read them here before leaving."

Zhao Zheng didn't expect him to stay here, and his eyes lit up a little: "Is there anything else you want, sir?"

"No more." Ying Zheng looked at his happy face, and his eyes softened: "Go."

"Okay." Zhao Zheng put on his coat casually and went, and whoever was leaving closed the door behind him.After he left, Ying Zheng took a volume of books from the shelf, sat on the couch and unfolded them, but his gaze fell into the void.

He vaguely felt that Zhao Zheng was deliberately keeping a distance from him, but he had already made his words very clear during the day, and he couldn't figure out what Zhao Zheng's attitude was.

At that time, when he was tempted to kiss him, he was so sudden and unambiguous, but now he flinched again. What are you worried about?Could it be that the response he gave was not obvious enough, that he must kiss it back?

Ying Zheng blinked, subconsciously squeezed his jaw, and the roots of his ears turned red.

Forget it anyway.With Wei Ru's body, he really didn't want to have further contact with Zhao Zheng. He always felt that Wei Ru would take advantage of Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng's footsteps came from outside, Ying Zheng withdrew his thoughts and decided to observe first.He moved his gaze to the letter, just as the door was pushed open.

Zhao Zheng came in with a small plate of snacks and pajamas, and gave the things to Ying Zheng, "Sir, change your clothes."

As he said that, he turned around and walked towards the door again, as if he was about to go out again.

Ying Zheng was a little curious. He didn't see Zhao Zheng like this when he usually changed his clothes.He said, "You want to go out?"

"Yeah." Zhao Zheng had already walked into the corridor outside, raised his hand to rest on the edge of the door, lowered his head slightly, and said with a light smile, "Students, avoid it."

Ying Zheng felt that he was getting more and more strange, so he walked over and dragged him in, leaning against the wall: "Stand still and ask questions."

He slammed the door shut, uneasy, and locked it again. After confirming that he couldn't get out, he looked at Zhao Zheng, who was trapped in his arms.

Zhao Zheng: "..."

Ying Zheng suddenly hesitated.

Originally, I wanted to ask Zhao Zheng if he didn't like him after being rejected.But inexplicably he couldn't ask, but if he didn't ask, Zhao Zheng's attitude made him very unhappy.

The two pairs of eyes just looked at each other for a while, and the thunder rang several times one after another.In the end, it was Zhao Zheng who spoke first, with some tentative meaning: "What do you want to say, sir?"

Ying Zheng curled his fingers against the wall slightly, and he said quietly, "You, don't you, don't like me anymore."

"..."

Zhao Zheng was dumbfounded by his question: "Sir?"

He didn't know why the husband suddenly asked such a question without warning.But the gentleman looked so serious, as if he was really waiting for his answer.Zhao Zheng felt embarrassed for some reason when he looked at him like this. He lowered his head slightly and blinked, clenched his hands in his sleeves lightly, trying to make himself look calm.

"I like it." He gave Ying Zheng a puzzled and thoughtful look, "Why do you ask that, sir?"

"Because you are avoiding." Ying Zheng's hanging heart slowly fell, and he said softly: "There has never been anyone like you who said he liked me but stayed away from me. I don't understand it very well. Why?"

Zhao Zheng was slightly stunned. For some reason, he felt that the husband was wronged, but since he was the one who was dumped, shouldn't he be the one who should be wronged? ?

But looking at the husband's appearance, it seems that he really doesn't understand. He patiently explained: "I'm just afraid that if I get closer like before, my husband will be disgusted. It's okay if my husband doesn't like me. I think at least I can't make you hate me."

"You misunderstood." Ying Zheng replied calmly, pausing for a while, "When I was under the tree during the day, I rejected you because Wang Ben was on the wall."

Zhao Zheng opened his eyes slightly: "... sir?"

Ying Zheng stopped talking when he said this, and he knew the root of the whole thing was here by looking at Zhao Zheng's expression.He slowed down his breathing, thinking that he should have cleared up the misunderstanding.

"I'm going...to change clothes." Ying Zheng picked up the clothes that Zhao Zheng brought, and felt that he needed to calm down. He glanced at Zhao Zheng, and the child was still in a daze.

Ying Zheng was so cute that he looked so cute, he lowered his head and smiled, took his clothes and walked deep into the bookshelf.Suddenly, the young man in white behind him strode up to him: "Sir!"

When Ying Zheng turned around, he saw those extremely clear eyes, slightly wet and reddish, and the obvious joy in them almost drowned out the whole night.

Zhao Zheng walked in front of him without any hesitation. He was so close that his breathing was a little messed up.He tentatively touched the hand under Ying Zheng's sleeve, carefully intruded into Ying Zheng's ten fingers, and interlocked little by little, but he was not resisted as expected.Zhao Zheng looked at Ying Zheng for a moment, breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: "Do you know what you are talking about, sir?"

Ying Zheng coughed lightly.

His hands and Zhao Zheng's fingers were intertwined, and Zhao Zheng pinched him behind him, and he was in a state of holding his hands behind his back.Zhao Zheng led him back slowly. He didn't struggle or have any accidents, but his breathing was a little messy.

Zhao Zheng looked at Ying Zheng with an extremely deep and restrained gaze, and said in a deep voice, "What you mean, Mr.... If Wang Ben is not here, you won't reject me?"

"..." Ying Zheng didn't know how to answer him, so he nodded very lightly, which was considered an answer.He really couldn't handle this situation.

Finally, Zhao Zheng's expression became less tense, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of success, "So the master actually likes me?"

Ying Zheng just looked at him and didn't answer.It was a very simple word, but he couldn't say it.

"Isn't it?" Zhao Zheng moved a little closer, breathing very close.

Ying Zheng hummed sullenly.He didn't know why Zhao Zheng had to hear the answer.

"Hmm, what do you mean?" Zhao Zheng probably had the bottom line, but he didn't feel relieved until he heard the exact answer.He leaned in front of Ying Zheng, rubbed the tip of his nose against his cheek, intimate and ambiguous, patiently probing: "What do you mean?"

Ying Zheng felt that he needed to respond, so he rubbed against the other party lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't ask questions knowingly."

Then Zhao Zheng pressed his body tightly against the corner of the wall.

The young man's breathing was already chaotic, and he rubbed his forehead against Ying Zheng's hard, as if showing some kind of restrained declaration and possession. Then he clenched Ying Zheng's hand, his fine eyelashes lifted slightly, and his voice There is a slightly dumb and seductive magnetism in it: "Do you like it?"

Ying Zheng knew that Zhao Zheng must hear him say it himself, so he hummed lightly: "I like it."

At that moment, Zhao Zheng's eyes were very clear, and his reserve and restraint were completely defeated by these two words. He smiled, and his messy breathing intertwined with each other. He didn't notice that Ying Zheng's breath was actually messed up.

Ying Zheng silently tightened the strength of his fingers, and the young man who intertwined his fingers felt this response and increased his strength. At that moment, the young man quickly restrained his emotions. Picking it up, his eyes fell on Ying Zheng's lips, with some calculations in his softness: "I didn't hear what Mr. just said, speak louder?"

Ying Zheng couldn't see his careful thinking, cleared his throat, and said clearly: "No."

Zhao Zheng: "No?"

Ying Zheng: "I don't like it."

"..."

Zhao Zheng hugged Ying Zheng a little tighter, as if he was afraid that he would regret it: "Understood, sir said he likes me."

Ying Zheng: "...you have eaten no words."

"Eat it, I will never be able to spit it out." Zhao Zheng lowered his head and rubbed his lips between Ying Zheng's neck, and smiled softly, "Mr. likes me."

"..." Ying Zheng was furiously provoked by him, and felt that this topic could not continue.He turned his head slightly, trying to avoid it, and whispered: "Okay, go to sleep first."

"I can't sleep." Zhao Zheng kissed half-truthfully on his lips, walked to Ying Zheng's eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Sir, can you go to where you are?"

Ying Zheng endured and endured so that he didn't let himself get entangled with Zhao Zheng, and said rationally: "I have an appointment with Bai Qi. Besides, you can't go if you can't sleep."

"..." Zhao Zheng was silent for a while, and finally left Ying Zheng a little bit, his eyes were red, and he breathed out slowly: "Then... sir, rest first, I'll go out first."

Ying Zheng was eager to kick him out, and the kid didn't know what to do if it went on like this, but on the surface he nodded calmly and gently, pretending that he didn't know Zhao Zheng's intentions at all: "Go."

Zhao Zheng took a deep look at him, took a roll of bamboo slips beside him and went out, forgetting to take the door with him.

Ying Zheng stood still and touched his hot neck and behind his ears. After a while, he went to the door and closed it. He turned around and grabbed two bamboo slips from the bookshelf and stuck them on his cheeks.

For most of his life, this was probably the craziest thing he'd ever done.

The cold bamboo slices neutralized the hot body temperature. Ying Zheng felt that it was not enough, so he went to the window and opened it.

The night wind and rain rolled in, blowing away the heat all at once.

Ying Zheng looked down, calmed down a little bit, and smiled for some reason.I don't know if it's because of happiness or something else, with a smile, his eyes gradually covered with a thick layer of sadness, and he covered his lips and coughed heavily.

He was wondering if Zhao Zheng would still like him as much as he does now if he knew his true identity.He can respond to Zhao Zheng by putting aside the secular ethics and following his heart, so will Zhao Zheng do it?Ying Zheng laughed at himself, Zhao Zheng probably felt cheated or played with his feelings?

The most unbearable thing in his life is being cheated. It would be the same if it were Zhao Zheng. At that time, how should he deal with himself?

Ying Zheng was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that Zhao Zheng was back.

Zhao Zheng walked into the room and put back the bamboo slips he had brought out. Seeing Ying Zheng standing by the window, he walked over without knowing how, and put his hands on his waist lightly: "Sir."

Ying Zheng was always sensitive to the touch of his waist, his body tensed up almost invisibly, and he turned slightly: "I'm back."

"Hmm." Zhao Zheng rested his chin on his shoulder, and his voice was clear again: "Why did you open the window, sir?"

"It's nothing, let's get some air." Ying Zheng closed the window a little, because Zhao Zheng held his waist, he could only raise his hand and circle around Zhao Zheng's head for half a circle before facing the boy, "Are you hungry, eat some pastries?"

"A little bit." Zhao Zheng felt that the gentleman's cautious look was very cute. He smiled, let go of his hand and pushed him to sit on the couch, "Sir, sit down."

He turned around and was about to get some snacks, but suddenly he paused, took them back, and leaned closer to Ying Zheng: "Sir, feed me?"

"...Keep an inch." Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and picked the biggest piece, and stuffed it into Zhao Zheng's mouth unceremoniously, "Do you want me to eat it for you?"

"..." Zhao Zheng was stuffed into his mouth, picked up the crumbs from the pastry with one hand, and said vaguely like a little hamster eating: "Li Si and his wife often do this, sir, do you really like me?"

It was hard for Ying Zheng to understand what he was saying. He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Zheng: "What are you monitoring them every day? Are you looking at this kind of private matter?"

The little hamster was stunned: "...what do you think of me, everyone in the court knows about this."

Ying Zheng: "Why don't I know?"

The little hamster puffed his cheeks: "Now I know."

Ying Zheng: "..."

After thinking for a while, Ying Zheng picked up a piece of pastry and brought it to his mouth: "Isn't Li Si afraid of internal affairs?"

"So, he is the one who feeds Madam."

"Oh——" Ying Zheng dragged out a long ending, raised an eyebrow on one side, moved the pastry away from his lips, held it in his hand and looked at it twice, and said thoughtfully: "The one being fed is Madame?"

As he spoke, he brought the snacks to Zhao Zheng's mouth: "Just now the king seemed to ask me to feed you?"

"..."