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"Didn't you guess it a long time ago?" Zhao Jiusi shook his head, "It's really hard to ask at this moment, it's really a knot in your heart and a deep obsession."

"I want to hear from you."

"Put yourself in your shoes, if I have exactly the same personality as Ying Zheng, if I really said to you 'I don't want to ruin you' immediately after I have skin-to-skin relationship with you, according to my status at the time, I am the father and you are the son, I am the emperor and you are the minister. Whether this matter is leaked or not, it will not have much impact on me, because no one dares to speak ill of the first emperor, and no one dares to spread gossip about the first emperor. Just like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty loved brothers, sisters, nephews and uncles to go to bed together, it is a romantic affair."

"But you are different. Your status is lower than mine. If it leaks out, you will have to bear the reputation of a charming king, such as Daji Baosi, and all the ugly ridicule and abuse will be concentrated on you. In addition, you are a man. , the reputation of being committed to others is even worse. Not to mention that you are my son, you and I are related by blood. It is known that Zhou, father/son/clan/addiction, whether it was fighting against the Six Kingdoms or just regaining the Six Kingdoms country, or the six countries have been recovered for a period of time but the people still miss their homeland, for the stability of the empire, I must not let you stay."

Zhao Jiusi said while thinking, this is the most reasonable explanation he deduced based on his own personality and the situation at the time. "I really don't want to ruin you. Your reputation, virtuousness, these things that have been managed with great difficulty are too easy to destroy. You don't want to be remembered as a 'good fortune' by the historian even if you succeed to the throne in the future. To be famous, to become the king of 'Ning Xing', to be the laughing stock of all emperors, generals, and even ordinary people after dinner?"

"So that's how it is!" Fusu laughed loudly, but tears turned into blood droplets and overflowed from his eyes, "So, you are protecting me? Isn't it because I might become your stain? Will it ruin the face of the empire?" Not... because of my unspeakable forbidden feelings for you?

Zhao Jiusi frowned and looked at the man on the ground who was already surrounded by blazing green flames, but still smiled and cried indifferently, and nodded cautiously: "If I am really the reincarnation of Ying Zheng, what he thinks is the same as mine. if."

Fusu suddenly stopped moving, and he didn't see any other movements. He just raised his hand and extinguished the flames around him. He stood up again, looked at Zhao Jiusi and said softly: "Jiusi...you should know that I have existed in the world for more than 2000 years. Bar……"

Seeing this, Zhao Jiusi stood up abruptly, a flash of horror flashed across his face, and he took two steps back and fell down on the sofa. Although his expression recovered quickly, he was still young and could not be as forbearing and calm as His Majesty the First Emperor. Fusu's fear was captured by Fusu.

Fusu approached Zhao Jiusi, knelt down in front of him, and put his voice into the softest and most harmless voice: "I am a ghost that has existed in the world for more than 2000 years... I committed suicide. I exposed my body by the Moaning Spring for ten days, and was kicked at the end." Kicked into the whimpering cold spring water, no matter which one is enough, I am deeply resentful...but I am not for revenge...because I have already taken revenge...you don't have memory, so you don't know, Shangjun, it's me I want to go... That imperial edict, I also know it is fake... I am willing to die for you, and let your most cherished country be buried with me... What else am I not satisfied with? What else is there to hate? ?”

Zhao Jiusi clenched his hands tightly, his nails sunk deeply into his palms, he didn't know why, a flame ignited from the bottom of his heart, it didn't belong to his anger, but belonged to Emperor Qin Shihuang deep in his soul.He closed his eyes fiercely, not being able to burn his reason for this inexplicable anger, and there was still a crazy ghost to deal with in front of him.

"So?" Zhao Jiusi said coldly, "What do you want to express? What do you want to do? What do you want to achieve?"

"One last question." Fusu hugged Zhao Jiusi comfortingly and patted him on the back, "Have you ever loved me?"

"I'm not him, how do I know?" Zhao Jiusi sneered, "After drinking Meng Po soup and walking across the Naihe Bridge, what does the future have to do with me?"

Fusu was a little angry, but he also knew that what Zhao Jiusi said was right. He was indeed bullying Zhao Jiusi because of his young age and experience. If the person in front of him at this moment was His Majesty Qin Shihuang who had a complete memory, he would not dare to do so Be bold.

Fusu knew rationally that he shouldn't continue to bully him, but he couldn't let go. He remembered that night, the drunk man took him for someone and stripped off his clothes a few times, but he was just a ghost He didn't resist as if he knew his heart. He is not a weak scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken in later generations. He has learned the six arts of a gentleman: ritual, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics. He can push away drunk people. , and then ran away.Or knock the drunk out and make the night pass.

But he didn't, he let everything happen, he even opened/opened/both/legs shamelessly and cooperatively, allowing that person to enter/enter/him, occupy/possess/him.What was he thinking then?I don't remember...it was too confusing...Later, the drunk man fell asleep, and he stared at him for the whole night, never before carefully, every lip line on his thin lips he could see He has 310 eyelashes on his left eye, but only 290 six on his right eye, which are long and warped; his nose bridge is two inches six cents high, tall and straight; his fingers are six inches long. Two centimeters, slender and round, with thin calluses left by years of use of knives and pens on the fingertips; everything about his appearance is clear to Fusu in Fusu's eyes, but Fusu can't see through his heart...

If you can't see through it, then you can't see it through, Fusu thought lightly, and then he pressed into the soft sofa with undeniable force, leaning over to kiss him, He was as cautious as kissing fragile colored glass, and as lingering as kissing a long-lost lover, but he still underestimated the boy's stamina.