Hu Hai

There are too few people who can control Hu Hai, and at this time, neither King Qin Yingzheng nor Mr. Fu Su is by his side, so when this demonic idea circled in Hu Hai's mind for three days, he ran away decisively (...) Back to the room.

"Liang, Liang, where are you? Come out!" Hu Hai cheerfully called out the name of the servant Liang, playing hide-and-seek around the spacious courtyard where he temporarily lived, trying to find the servant Liang who was busy with chores in the Ba Palace all day.

"My lord, my servant is here, I kept you waiting. Is there anything you need to tell your servant to do?" The servant Liang has always been good at grasping the key points. After apologizing, he immediately turned the topic to the issue that Hu Hai cared about, causing him to forget himself. After looking for Liang for a long time, I didn't see the reason for the person.

Hu Hai ran directly to the servant Liang, waved to him, waited until the servant Liang obediently clung to him, knelt down and immediately put his ear on the servant Liang, and whispered: "It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, I want to send something to the elder brother to Yanmen Pass Go, how many days will it take at the earliest?"

Hearing the question raised by Hu Hai, Liang, the servant, suddenly felt dark clouds looming over him, but he had dealt with Mr. Hu Hai for many years, and he knew that although he was a bit arrogant, he was not a troublesome child. embarrassing thing.

Therefore, the servant Liang said in a soft voice with low eyebrows: "My lord, if you go to the border town with the horses that deliver the information, the slaves heard that they can arrive within ten days; if you send someone to the border by yourself, it may take a few months. But Young master... it might not be good if you occupy the war horse."

Hu Hai naturally understood the reason for "not good". Why did the Zhou Dynasty go from being strong to declining?Because Fenghuo plays princes!

If he mobilized people to send food and drinks to Fusu, Shihuang would at most think that he was young and ignorant, and that his elder brother was very powerful in four years and was a little messy, but he would not make things difficult for him, and even made his sons close, but if he made it himself Such a thing, in addition to raising his reputation of arrogance to a higher level, it will also cast a shadow on the reputation of "Mr.

Hu Hai, who had already lost his mind, suddenly recognized the hidden benefits, and his eyes lit up. Instead of revealing the matter according to the expectation of the servant Liang, he continued to say with great interest: "Yes, why didn't I do it before?" think!"

"Clean up things, let's go back—tell Zhang Rong to go together!" Hu Hai waved his hand, his eyes gleaming with astonishing joy, and ordered loudly. Bite your own tongue.

He raised his hand and slapped himself left and right, and then said melancholy in his heart: "Why am I so stupid, I know that Mr. Hu Hai may be messed up at any time, so I have to say something I shouldn't say."

"Liang! Hurry up, don't dawdle!" Hu Hai's voice full of joy came from the inner room, and it was obvious that he had returned to his heart.

The servant Liang hurriedly got up from the ground, although his heart was full of bitterness, he still said obediently: "Young master, don't worry, let this servant carefully pack out the things you are used to."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and glared at the young servant waiting outside the door, lowered his voice and said viciously: "Hurry up and inform Zhang Rong, Mr. Hu Hai is going to take him back to Xianyang Palace!"

The little servant immediately knelt outside the door, and said in a low voice with a bitter face: "It's been several months, and Zhang Rong has refused to say a word to Mr. Hu Hai, and he has been murderously holding the knife to seal his throat when he sees blood all day long." The sword is to draw the sword out of the scabbard to practice all over the palace, and the slaves dare not go over and inform him."

The servant Liang smiled and said softly: "If you don't want to go, forget it."

The little servant smiled, and was about to thank him, when he heard the servant Liang say in a sinister tone: "Since you don't want to do the embarrassing thing, then you don't have to do anything, come here and throw him out of the Ba Palace. Which of you would like to Go and inform Zhang Rong, and you can do his job later."

After Liang finished speaking, he raised his foot and followed Hu Hai into the internal servant, helping Hu Hai with the things he could use easily, completely ignoring that everyone in the young palace outside was already making a fuss.

After some tidying up, Hu Hai didn't make the trip until the next day.

Sitting in the carriage, Hu Hai glanced at Zhang Rong who was blocked by the door with an expressionless face, blinked, and said tentatively, "You are still teaching me swordsmanship—are you going to talk to me again?"

Zhang Rong glanced at Hu Hai coldly, without making a nasal sound, he turned his eyes away and looked out of the window, his slender and powerful fingers were resting on the long sword at his waist, as if he might pull out the long sword at any time to draw the sword close to him People are killed by a sword, and the threat in the action is self-evident.

Hu Hai noticed Zhang Rong's movements and swallowed involuntarily. Although he understood that Zhang Rong's character became colder and colder after being calculated by him, Hu Hai knew Zhang Rong's abilities clearly. If Zhang Rong really got mad, let him strike split...

Hu Hai touched his neck, couldn't help but dragged the cushion and rubbed it back again, to distance himself from Zhang Rong.

He gave a "hehe" laugh to embolden himself, and then said brazenly again: "Like a man, don't be so narrow-minded! There are only so many simple and honest people, of course I have to get caught early, if I don't say anything now, I will be gone in the future!"

"You!" Zhang Rong was really furious. The four-foot green peak that he had been used to for many years in the Qin Kingdom came out of its sheath instantly with a crisp sound of gold and stone. Hu Hai's heart almost stopped beating when he was scratched on his neck!

With a sound of "嗡——" the sword plunged into the wall and passed through the car. Hu Hai gasped for breath and raised his hand to cover his chest, realizing that his heart was beating wildly. He turned his head cautiously to look at Zhang Rong's long sword, but only saw The hilt of the sword left on the wall of the car.

Zhang Rong looked gloomy, with a calm face, looked at Hu Hai's little face that had lost all color, slowly pulled the long sword out of the car wall, put it back into the sheath and sat back to its original position without saying a word.

Hu Hai was indeed so frightened by Zhang Rong's shocking sword that he was speechless, but Zhang Rong's actions made him laugh out loud, instead he no longer felt scared, and twisted his taller body to squeeze Go to him and sit down next to Zhang Rong.

He flattered him with a smile: "Master Arong is indeed a man among men! He is so magnanimous!"

Zhang Rong was suddenly hugged by Hu Hai's arms, his body stiffened involuntarily, then he frowned tightly, as if he was enduring Hu Hai's actions, and did not push him out.

Hu Hai saw that Zhang Rong's forbearance was becoming more and more inexhaustible, and reached out to stroke his eyebrows back and forth.

After years of sword practice, fingers that had developed a layer of thin calluses but were still soft fell between Zhang Rong's eyebrows, rubbing away the wrinkles between his brows, and always entered Zhang Rong's nostrils with the unique soft fragrance of children, making Zhang Rong never again. Unable to restrain himself, he squeezed Hu Hai's wrist, forced him to push him away, and said in a deep voice, "What are you going to do, just tell me what you have to say, I'm different from you, I don't understand those twisted thoughts."

Hu Hai hooked the corner of his mouth, held Zhang Rong's palm with his backhand, and scratched his rough palm lightly: "Let's make up—look, you want to cheat me, and I want to cheat you too. Let it be evened out. In the future, I will really respect you as a master, okay? You haven't spoken for almost half a year, isn't it uncomfortable to be alone?"

Zhang Rong moved his lips, and finally looked at Hu Hai with straight eyes. Hu Hai looked back expectantly, but Zhang Rong frowned more and more, and finally shook his head.

Hu Hai's look full of anticipation was instantly extinguished, he lowered his head, dragged his voice like a disappointed puppy, and said: "...you don't want to forget it."

Looking at Hu Hai's dejected look, Zhang Rong's brows not only did not loosen, but became more and more tightly wrinkled. He simply reached out and pinched Hu Hai's chin to support his face. After looking carefully for a moment, he said hesitantly: "You Are you kidding me?"

Without waiting for Hu Hai to answer, Zhang Rong turned the fingers pinching his chin to touch Hu Hai's face. He rubbed back and forth along the soft lines of Hu Hai's cheek a few times, pinched the smooth skin, and then let go. Thoughtfully muttering to himself in a low voice: "No wonder everyone feels soft-hearted when they see her. She looks better than my elder brother when he was young, so soft."

== Dear, don't you think a terrible topic has suddenly started?Isn't it good to leak your brother's black history like this?

Hu Hai looked at Zhang Rong who was trapped in a miraculous state and couldn't help himself, completely speechless. Even if his coquettish skill was behind him, he still felt powerless towards Zhang Rong—what happened in the past six months that he didn't know? ?Why did Zhang Rong, who was already a bit stubborn, become even more dumbfounded!

Σ(っ°Д°;)っThis painting style is so beautiful that I am speechless!

"I'm not uncomfortable." Just when Hu Hai was already desperate for normal communication with Zhang Rong, Zhang Rong and Hu Hai answered his initial question.

He shook his head, as if thinking of some embarrassing question, and said again: "Don't call me Master, I don't have words."

No word = no crown = underage, but...

Hu Hai's eyes fell on Zhang Rong's long hair neatly tucked into the crown, and he decided to skip this topic. He had a hunch that he and Zhang Rong had absolutely different views on this issue, and they couldn't discuss it.

"A Rong." Hu Hai called out in a polite manner, but when Zhang Rong heard Hu Hai calling him that, his eyes widened suddenly. The expression on his face was as if he saw the most terrifying thing in the world.

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ Can you communicate happily, do you think you are doing Yanyi!

Every time he opened his mouth, he got Zhang Rong's expression full of shock. Hu Hai was heartbroken for a while, looking at Zhang Rong's tough beautiful face, he was speechless.

At this time, Zhang Rong's face showed a faint look of nostalgia. He cleared his throat and stammered, "Hu, Hu...uh, Hu Hai."

As soon as the words came out, Zhang Rong's face flushed red with embarrassment as if some shady secret had been revealed.

Hu Hai watched Zhang Rong's painting style change again, fell silent completely, and couldn't find anything to talk about, but Zhang Rong withdrew the cold style of the past six months, and took the initiative to pull Hu Hai into his arms, so that he could relax comfortably. Leaning on his chest, he put a strong arm around Hu Hai's waist to save him from bumping.

Hu Hai has been hugged and grown up since he was a child, and he has no resistance to the warmth of the human body. Although he was a little stiff at the beginning, he was already yawning after a quarter of an hour, and fell asleep completely in another quarter of an hour.

Pupu's small face was buried in Zhang Rong's chest, his palms gently grasped the skirt of Zhang Rong's chest, and his lips moved. Zhang Rong's ears caught the vague voice from Hu Hai's mouth, and found that it was a familiar name—"Fufu" Su".

Zhang Rong frowned, thinking strangely in his heart: Shouldn't Hu Hai respectfully call Mr. Fusu Zhangzi "Big Brother"?Why do you always call Mr. Fusu by his name every time you hear Hu Hai dreaming?

He put his finger on Hu Hai's soft face and traced it lightly, recalling the conversation he had with his brother Zhang Liang when he was a child.

"Brother, another girl came to you just now? Why don't you choose a sister-in-law for me?"

"Now it's enough for Ah Rong to call me by my baby name. In the future, Ah Rong plans to find a girl who will call you by your baby name?"

Zhang Rong once again showed a nostalgic look in his eyes, but there was a strange sense of shame in his heart. He couldn't help finding a reason for his mood: Although Hu Hai called me by my baby name, I didn't hate it, probably because I remembered my childhood. something wrong?

...Brother, what are you insisting on now?He is obviously very interested in the way the King of Qin governed the country that Hu Hai casually revealed.