[Politics] Empty Cicada

To annoy each other like this, perhaps the two of them have long been used to it.

Han Fei thought that one day, Ying Zheng's patience with him would run out and he would lose interest in him.On that day, he will either die, regain his freedom, or be locked up in this cold palace for life and life.

All he wanted was an ending.

No matter what kind of ending it is, it is better than being in this familiar and unfamiliar palace, day after day, surrendering to the enemy, and his body and dignity are being destroyed.

It's just that there are still people in his heart that he can't let go of.

Sometimes Ying Zheng didn't stay in the palace very often, and he would talk to Lu Sheng every now and then.He has been taking care of his long-term sick body.

When he was still in court, they were friends.He also knew that Lu Sheng had always been ashamed of him, even though he couldn't do anything.

Because he is timid, cowardly, and afraid of the monarchy, because in his heart, King Qin is the only one.

Still, the old man still begged him for one thing.

He didn't know if his sincere pleading was useful, even if it was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up.

Lu Sheng asked: Besides Princess Honglian, don't you want to know about that person?

Han Fei's eyes darkened: When I left, I asked him to protect Honglian. If Honglian is well, he should be well.

Lu Sheng asked: Don't you want him to know that you are still alive?

Han Fei shook his head. He would never let him know that he was still alive, let alone put him in danger for himself.

The summer in Xianyang has never been very hot, and the Qinghe Palace, which is far away from the crowd, is even cooler.

When Lu Sheng walked into Qinghe Palace accompanied by the singing of cicadas, Han Fei was sitting on the couch reading a book.

He was still dressed in purple, with cloud sleeves hanging down to the ground. Maybe he had just woken up from a nap, and his blue hair was a little messy, but it reflected a bit of casualness, and the wind flowed into his bones.When Lu Sheng saw it, he really felt that the person in front of him seemed like a bright breeze and a bright moon, and he regretted that such a person could only stay here all year round, unknown to the world.

Lu Sheng walked to the bed, saw that he was looking seriously, and was too embarrassed to interrupt him. He was just about to sort out the books beside him, but suddenly he saw his eyelashes trembling slightly, panting softly, and his whole body trembling slightly.Surprised, he hurriedly took out the medicine for him to take.

Years of depression and unrequited ambitions have made Han Fei's body not as good as before.

Lu Sheng still remembered that when Han Fei first came to Qin, although he was far from being satisfied, he also had a good time with others and had a good time.He sighed a little, the situation at that time was like yesterday.In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

Seeing that his breathing had calmed down, Lu Sheng advised, "Sir, please take good care of yourself, don't... don't hurt yourself."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to bite off his tongue. Han Fei was in poor health, and it was probably because of his unrefined fake death medicine.

Han Fei seemed to see his embarrassment, and he comforted: Thank you for your concern.

Lu Sheng continued: "Sir, you should go out for a walk. Being bored in the palace all the time is not good for your health."

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had made a mistake, so he quickly hammered his head.Han Fei didn't want to go out, he couldn't.

Han Fei was amused by this move, and before he could be relieved, Ying Zheng walked in.

Lu Sheng was so frightened that he immediately lay down on the ground, for fear that what he just said would be overheard by King Qin.Fortunately, Ying Zheng didn't seem to care. He came straight to Han Fei. Seeing that Han Fei had a smile in his eyes and he was in a good mood, he sat down and put his arms around his waist, and asked, "What's the matter?"Speaking of happy things?

Han Fei unexpectedly didn't intend to make trouble for him this time, and replied: I think the weather is good recently, and I want to go out for a walk.

Ying Zheng looked into his clear eyes and became even more interested. He said: If you want to go out, just tell the widow directly.

After that, he ordered his servants to change their clothes.

It's not that Han Fei can't go out, but Ying Zheng must be by his side.

He was wearing a bamboo hat, and the white cloth hanging down was soft and thin, just covering his face.

Ying Zheng always showed extra caution and patience towards him.

So he took his hand and walked into the capital of Xianyang.

The imperial guards followed not far away, always paying attention to the safety of the two of them.

Han Fei's waist was already so thin that he couldn't handle it, and he looked like a woman from a distance.So much so that no one suspects such an intimate behavior.

Han Fei peeped at the passers-by through the gaps that floated up from time to time.

At this time, there were not only Qin people but also Koreans in Xianyang.

With one out of ten thousand chance, he hoped to find traces of him among them.

Too bad it was never a fluke.

So much so that he no longer sighed in his heart.

He walked indifferently, like a ghost without a soul, passing by all kinds of people.

Suddenly, a familiar breath came oncoming, that peaceful breathing that had been in his ears day and night, and that steady footstep that he had heard countless times in times of crisis, was what he had brought to him. An innate sense of security.

When he realized it, he almost forgot to breathe.

He turned around hastily, and suddenly lifted the mask in front of him. He saw the man with snow-like long hair, shark teeth in black clothes, and haughty and lonely back, out of tune with all living beings.

He can even see his eyes through his body.Deep and fierce, seeing everything in the world is indifferent and ruthless.

Memories of the past came one after another, and he was almost in awe.

It was him, it was him.

After so many years, he finally saw him again.

His hair has grown so long, but his figure and outline are the same as before.

Seeing him getting farther and farther away from him, his body couldn't help but want to chase his figure.

He staggered two steps in the direction of Wei Zhuang, and before he could utter a word with the tip of his tongue, the person behind him grabbed his waist tightly, and then tightly covered his mouth with a strong palm.

Ying Zheng's breath was hot and anxious: Who did you see?

He swallowed the name in his heart, as if he was locked by the throat of fate again, and his heart felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on it, freezing to the bone.

In Ying Zheng's arms, he had long forgotten the struggle.

Ying Zheng looked at him condescendingly, with a frosty expression on his face: "Now, do you still want to run away?"

The moment the gauze fell, Han Fei's eyes were filled with white again.

He replied lightly: It's just that I saw a wine shop just now, which is somewhat similar to the one I used to go to in Korea at that time, and I just remembered the past for a while.

Ying Zheng obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't expose it: really.

He grabbed Han Fei's hand again. Although he smiled, his smile was not friendly: "Then let's go and see together."

Han Fei didn't want to go there, but the disparity in strength made him follow him.

The waiter in the shop has good eyesight, and he saw the two distinguished guests from a long distance. The two had just sat down when the waiter ran over with oil on his feet: What does the guest officer want?

Ying Zheng still covered Han Fei's hand, and he asked, "What do you have here?"

Xiaoer replied: We have aged peach blossom wine here, but...

Seeing hesitation in his eyes, Ying Zheng asked, "Why?"

The shop waiter took a careful look at Han Fei, then smiled and replied, "But this wine may be too strong for Madam."

When Han Fei heard the word "madam", the hand held by Ying Zheng couldn't help tightening. Ying Zheng noticed his abnormality and quickly squeezed his hand to express his relief. The word "Madame" naturally caught Ying Zheng's ears, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips, and the unhappiness just now was wiped away: My wife is also a wine lover.Then have a pot of peach blossom stuffing, and a few stacks of dishes with the wine, hurry up.

Xiao Er got the order: Alright!

After Xiao Er left, Han Fei lowered his voice: Why did you humiliate me outside?

Ying Zheng asked back: Did the widow force him to call it?

Han Fei said: Then why don't you explain?

Ying Zheng then asked back: How do you want the widow to explain?

Han Fei was stunned for a moment, speechless for a moment.

His identity at this moment is no longer that of Lord Han Fei who lives in the temple of the Qin Kingdom, nor is he the former Korean prince and Sikou.The current him is nothing more than Ying Zheng's male favourite.

It is ridiculous to say.

Ying Zheng approached him: Are you so unwilling to be the widow's wife?

Han Fei was silent for a long while. Ying Zheng was separated from him by the thin white cloth, so he couldn't see his expression at this time.In that burst of silence, he waited for his reply.

After a long time, Han Fei said: The king's wife is the queen.

As soon as his words came out, Ying Zheng felt a different kind of turmoil in his heart.

He took his hand and put it on his heart, his harsh and deep voice became soft at this moment: You don't have to worry about others, you just need to tell the widow, would you like to be my wife?

Han Fei didn't answer him, he withdrew his hand forcefully, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and drank the wine in the glass.

Liquor indeed.

It even looks a bit like the wine brewed by Miss Zi Nu back then.

How long has he been without alcohol?He didn't know, without the person who drank with him back then, drinking wine to him was just like drinking water.

Ying Zheng was relentless: Tell the widow, would you like to be the widow's wife?

Han Fei still didn't answer.

Xu Shi met his old friend today, and he seemed to have returned to the days and nights many years ago, in Zilanxuan, enjoying wine with him and admiring the moon, discussing major events in the world.

He chuckled and took another drink.

A cup.

Another glass.

The softness in Ying Zheng's eyes gradually faded away, as if he had realized something, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his amber eyes revealed a terrifying chill: Who did you see just now?

He grabbed the wine glass that Han Fei put to his lips, immobilizing him: Tell the widow!

Han Fei was already a little bit drunk: what does it have to do with you?

With a crisp sound, the wine glass was crushed by Ying Zheng.

The thin bronze cut a shallow bloodstain on Ying Zheng's finger.Han Fei stared at it without moving.

Ying Zheng said, "Is that him?"

He sneered: After all these years, you still think about him.

Han Fei picked up the jug indifferently, pointed it directly at the spout, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

Ying Zheng couldn't take it anymore, he stood up angrily: Come on!

The imperial guards who were watching from the sidelines broke in, making everyone in the store terrified.They lined up quickly and solemnly, knelt down, and waited for King Qin's order.

Ying Zheng said, "Send your husband back to the palace."

At this moment, the people in the store knew that this person was the King of Qin, and they were so frightened that they lost their souls and knelt down hastily.

Before night fell, there was a bright moon hanging in the sky. As soon as Lu Sheng came out of the palace yawning, he saw King Qin, who had a sullen expression on his face, striding towards this side.

He was so frightened that he knelt down again, trembling, not knowing what happened.

When Yingzheng passed by like a gust of wind, he raised his head carefully, but saw Han Fei who was held hostage by the forbidden army, dizzy, as if drunk, he was startled, and hurried forward to ask, but the forbidden army did not He ignored him and sent Han Fei directly to the bedroom of Qinghe Palace.

The heavy palace gate separated him from him.

He sighed deeply, he thought tonight, another sleepless night.

Han Fei was indeed drunk, lying on the bed, unconscious.

Ying Zheng stood by the bed with his hands behind his back, his eyes were still as cold as ever under his fury.

He looked down at him, looked at his flushed cheeks, slightly narrowed eyes, and a seductive glow on his neck, but he couldn't help feeling hot inside.He saw that his lips were slightly parted, as if he was talking, so he bent down to listen.

The moonlight came in through the window, and Han Fei, who was dreaming drunk, could only see the blurry silhouette in front of him.

He was dressed in black, and when the moonlight shone on his hair, it revealed a silvery white brilliance.

He was a little dazed, a little unbelievable, and his heart was about to jump out of his mouth. In the haze, with a tentative tone, he read out the name in his heart: Wei Zhuang?

The man's figure was stiff for a moment, but after only a moment, he approached him, and slowly stretched out his hand towards him.As if he had received a response, the ecstasy of having lost and found jumped out of his chest, and he strenuously propped himself up and hugged him.

He shouted: Wei Zhuang, Wei Zhuang...

It was like clinging to all his hopes.

The man's body became stiffer, and he seemed to be still getting used to it. After a while, he also slowly hugged him back.

Half drunk and half awake, Han Fei smiled like a child. He pressed his hot face to his chest, and after a while, he burst into tears again.

The man didn't seem to expect this kind of emotional out of control. He cupped his face and kissed it delicately. Han Fei responded, panting, and pressed his lips against his.

He tore off his clothes, kissed his neck and chest hastily and anxiously, and breathed heavily on his jade-like body.He pressed down on him forcefully but gently, and took off the cloth on his body.As soon as Han Fei's body was cold, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he chased after him, asking for the warmth, and took the initiative to hug him again.

He kissed his lips and sucked hard, vowing to take all his breath.Han Fei took the initiative to open his teeth and entangled with him.

When the hot foreign matter entered his body, the body that had been occupied by Ying Zheng for a long time didn't feel any discomfort at all. His legs wrapped around his waist, catering to his impact.At that moment, he was even a little confused, because he felt that the human breath on his body was too familiar, as if he was sleeping beside his pillow day and night.He is so familiar with his body that every time he pushes it so accurately, until he spits out a sweet moan from the depths of his throat.

He skillfully turned him over and entered him from behind. He attacked fiercely, as if to tear himself into pieces, and his sweet moans were also torn into fine gasps.In this intoxicating sweetness and the pain of being torn apart, Han Fei became dizzy, lost his mind, and lost all thinking.