For teacher, for father

Ji Hao was clever, but he didn't open his eyes, pretending that he was in a dream, he turned around and began to act coquettishly, "It's just time for another cup of tea... Good Zheng'er~ Sir, I'm so sleepy ..."

With his black hair scattered, the young man rubbed against the mat under him, buried his head in the thin blanket like a small animal, and ignored the warm palms on his shoulders in a daze.He muttered to himself the most familiar dialogue ever.

As everyone knows, Ying Zheng, who was wearing a black gilt-edged palace gown behind him, could no longer hide the warmth in his heart, and even the corners of his lips were visibly raised.

This kind of indiscriminate cheating is a coquettish technique that Ji Hao has been very good at since Ying Zheng was a child.It is usually used by young people in the most common details of life, such as staying in bed, being urged to do housework and going to bed early.

The young man smiled, melting the overly rigid and rigid lines on his face. He bent down gently, and wrapped his gradually stronger arms around Ji Hao's slender shoulders. He obviously felt the trembling of the other party for a moment. His tone was smiling, and his voice became deeper and gentler: "It's already dawn, if Mr. doesn't get up again, the porridge and cakes will be cold."

"Oh... another 5 minutes..."

"Or, after all these years of separation... Mister has already tasted better ones, so he doesn't like Zheng'er's own breakfast?"

"No!" He hurriedly denied, Ji Hao finally revealed his secrets, lifted the thin blanket and sat up in some embarrassment.Her black hair was disheveled, her fair cheeks were rarely flushed, and even her exposed neck was stained with an ambiguous pink.

The young man stared angrily at his smiling students, and turned his head away from Ying Zheng's dark eyes.He tried to trick Ying Zheng once but failed, but was tricked by his own students again... Ji Hao was helpless, it seemed that he still underestimated how much he loved this silly boy.

He still couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear to let the other party show the slightest bit of sadness...

Of course Ying Zheng understood, of course he understood where Ji Hao's weakness was.So when the young man showed his anger and refused to look at him, it was rare for the future stern Emperor Shi Huang to pretend to be naive, trying hard to show an expression of grievance, his dark eyes staring at his pink face without blinking. Sir, although Ji Hao is awkward, his heart is the softest towards him.

"Sir, Zheng'er misses you very much."

The young man leaned over, opened his mouth shallowly in Ji Hao's ear, and threw out the big killer that he had already prepared—there was a trace of grievance and pity mixed in his voice, hiding the sly curve of his lips, and successfully let him The young man on the opposite side turned his head a little bit, then leaped over childishly and stretched out his long arms to hold him tightly in his arms.

"Zheng'er!" QAQ Ji Hao burst into tears!

It is full of the faint fragrance and warmth in the white clothes, and it is full of the familiar atmosphere that has not been seen for three years.The young man closed his eyes in satisfaction, and at this moment, it seemed that some emotion suddenly surged and swelled, and it was squeezed into his chest that had been cold for too long.The fiery, intense, and fanatical emotions almost made Ying Zheng's eyes water.

This can also be regarded as... what Mr. often said, a kind of happiness...

The young man with black hair and jade crown, deep eyebrows and eyes, now dressed in brocade robes, lowered his head, suppressed his sharpness, leaned obediently in Ji Hao's arms, and also stretched out his arms to wrap around the young man's slender waist, Sighing: "Well, sir, I'm here. I'm here to pick you up and go home."

Three years ago, he was just a little protégé to be played around by the officials of the state of Zhao. Only the person in his arms was willing to extend his hand to him, and he was willing to take the weak and weak him to live here leisurely regardless of his dangerous status. During the war among the Six Kingdoms, accompany him through the darkest days of his life.

However, in just three years, Feng Shui has changed, and now Yingzheng has become the only prince of the strong Qin among the six countries-the next King of Qin.

The young man opened his eyes, and a sharp flash of light quickly flashed through the black pupils where Ji Hao couldn't see.He still remembers the seemingly weak promise he made three years ago before he fled to Zhao State - if I return to Qin, if I become king...

"When we meet again next time, I will definitely not let my husband leave Qin..." Ying Zheng murmured out the second half of the promise, and before Ji Hao could react, he straightened himself up and felt a little confused Feeling emotional, he gently broke away from the young man's embrace, and held Ji Hao's hand domineeringly as if he was afraid that the other party would leave him, and pointed to the low table next to him full of food as if asking for credit: "Breakfast, Zheng'er is ready. If Mr. If you don't eat it, it will be cold."

The exquisite wooden low table is carved with complicated and delicate patterns, covered with silk embroidered tablecloth, the only thing that remains unchanged is the ordinary pottery bowl of white porridge and a plate of hot noodle cakes, quietly Lying on a luxuriously crafted wooden table.

"I borrowed the stove from Ayi's house. Mister, I'll try it and I'll like it."

Ying Zheng led Ji Hao to sit down at the low table, handed him some water to rinse his mouth, and then seriously watched the young man opposite him eat.

When Ji Hao swallowed a spoonful of hot white porridge, took a bite of the noodle cake, and comfortably narrowed his beautiful peach eyes, as lazy and cute as a cat that got fish meat, it also made the future stern Emperor Shihuang Following that, she curled the corners of her lips foolishly, and sat across from her quietly looking at her husband with a happy expression on his face.

He likes this kind of Ji Hao, likes this kind of Ji Hao who has no reservations about himself...he likes the feeling of being affirmed by Ji Hao even more.

What kind of complex and strong emotion is this infinite warmth that flows into the chest? The young Ying Zheng has not thought about this question yet. All he can do is stare at the person in front of him, subtly lusting for it. tenderness.

Ji Hao, on the other hand, was completely unaware of the emotion of Ying Zheng's strange eyes. He was happily biting the breakfast prepared for him by the first emperor of the future, and with the incomparable pride and pride of being a teacher for the first time, he calculated what would happen in this era. , Thinking about trying to eliminate some unnecessary difficulties for my silly boy.

The two of them had their own thoughts like this, but they both had a warm heart, thinking about the future path for each other.

Sunlight broke in quietly, and fell pitifully on the fair face of the young man, softening the sharp lines of the young man, adding a touch of light and warmth to this small courtyard.Even after many years, the young and weak emperor Yingzheng recalled this inconspicuous scene at the beginning, and could not help but feel the warmth and comfort in his heart, with a smile on his lips-this is for a later story, so I won’t mention it for now .

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After Ji Hao slowly ate the student's breakfast of love, washed and tossed again, Prince Qin Yingzheng personally tied her long hair, and tidied up her casual and ordinary white clothes, The two talents slowly pushed open the wooden door under the leadership of the young man, allowing the sunlight to overflow.

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"Welcome Your Highness, welcome Mr. Ji."

The entire courtyard of Qin Jun dismounted in unison the moment Ying Zheng pushed open the door, knelt down on the ground and saluted the two of them. The flying black flag of Qin State was outlined by gold, with a touch of Qin Jun Such a rigorous atmosphere.The voices of the soldiers were deep and thick, as if they could shake this gorgeous and quiet courtyard.

Among the groups of Qin troops, there is a chariot dedicated to His Royal Highness Prince Yingzheng, which is also in the dark tone of the Qin royal family. The exquisite embroidery and patterns are set off, and the meticulous carvings all exude the power and victory of this country. The current status of the government is very high.

"..."

Ji Hao was speechless. Even though it has been more than five years since he traveled to the Warring States Period 2000 years ago, he was always lounging in the corner. Where had he ever seen a real army and such a royal ostentation——

What's more, as if his students felt that he was not used to it, they tightly held his slightly stiff palms when they went out, and interlocked their fingers, hiding under Yingzheng's loose robe, The heat from the fingertips made Ji Hao forget his nervousness for a moment.

In this way, holding hands like lovers... The young man is a little awkward, but the black-haired boy beside him is still expressionless, squinting his eyes and looking down at Qin Jun Qin Guan who is bowing to the two of them, calmly said: "Get up Well, in the remote places of Zhao State, such great gifts will be avoided in the future."

"The last general doesn't dare." The leading soldier replied in a low voice, and slowly stood up after getting Ying Zheng's permission, signaling to the Qin army behind him to get up carefully and return to their respective posts.

Ying Zheng glanced at Qin Jun in the courtyard. The loyalty and reverence in the soldiers' eyes had never been concealed, so he no longer insisted on etiquette.The young man turned around bluntly, dispelled the chill in an instant, and said softly to Ji Hao: "Wait a minute, sir, Zheng'er and Ayi still have a few small matters to deal with."

"Mr. Ji, what a face." Qi Yi's low laughter came from the entrance of the courtyard. The young man, dressed in silver-gray silk clothes, walked leisurely in front of the two of them under the guard of Qin Jun. Of course , Qi Yi saw very clearly that the moment he was admitted to the hospital, if Ah Zheng hadn't signaled, he probably wouldn't have walked in so easily.

I haven't seen him for three years, but this stubborn and cold brother of mine, besides growing taller, seems to be clinging even more to the gentleman in white next to him.

May I ask, besides Ji Hao, who else in this world can let Ying Zheng arrive before dawn, warn everyone not to make a sound, wait patiently until almost noon, and then cautiously enter Ji Hao's room and call What about people?

I'm afraid that Qin Jun in this yard also waited for the whole morning with their highness for the bad habit of young people who like to sleep in.

"Ah Zheng, you forcibly woke me up before dawn, and didn't do anything. You have been waiting for your husband to wake up." Qi Yi smiled under Ying Zheng's glare. Taking revenge, she resolutely complained to Ji Hao: "I was so noisy that I didn't close my eyes all morning, and Ah Zheng didn't let me sleep for a while... He kept asking me about Mr.'s situation in the past three years."

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The young man's face turned dark, and he ignored the curious Ji Hao, and stared at his brother unceremoniously, but he couldn't stop Qi Yi's shameless behavior of reporting to his husband, so he could only grit his teeth and utter a sentence: "...Your skin is itchy Do you want to fight?"