[Politics] Empty Cicada

Ying Zheng returned to the palace.

This is rare good news, the maid is no longer worried, and the guards have relaxed a lot.The entire Qinghe Palace seemed to have returned to its usual, lonely but orderly appearance.

Xiaoyun delivered food to Han Fei as usual every day, but every time she put away the food box, she would always stand for a while, as if she hadn't recovered from the fear brought about by Ying Zheng.But when Han Fei walked up to her, she ran out.

Han Fei was a little puzzled, but he didn't know how to ask.

It wasn't until the fourth day after Ying Zheng left that she seemed to make up her mind.

She stood outside the palace for a long time, thinking for a long time.In the cold wind, her cheeks and ears were red from the cold, and her hands and feet were also a little stiff from the cold.She was so nervous that she accidentally bumped on the steps as she entered the door.

After the things were packed, she stayed again.By the time Han Fei realized it, she had already stood in front of him.

He looked at her, wondering what she wanted to do, he smiled, but gave her no instructions.

Her chest was heaving violently, her cold red palm tremblingly stretched out towards the bun, pulled out the silver hairpin from her head, and stuffed it into his hand.

Han Fei was stunned. She sharpened one end of the hairpin.

Her eyes were full of eager anticipation, but he almost shed tears.

He murmured: Do you want me to end this life?

But she couldn't hear anything.

He could only smile and sigh: Still, you want me to use it to kill Ying Zheng.

Xiaoyun couldn't give him an answer, she held his hand trembling slightly, and after a while, she shed tears.Han Fei was caught off guard and was about to wipe it off for her, but she held his hand behind her back and wrote the word "heart" on his palm.

He looked at the palm quietly, her hand was cold, but the written strokes were scorching hot, burning like fire.

He smiled, he could vaguely see the crooked appearance of the characters, and saw the poems he taught her to write.

My heart is a rock, and it cannot be turned; my heart is a mat, and it cannot be rolled.

He looked up at her, smiling with tears in his eyes.He felt sad for himself who received humble assistance, but treasured it.He held the silver hairpin tightly in his hand, and from then on, he was no longer qualified to comfort the tearful and smiling woman in front of him.

At this moment, the sound of Ying Zheng's footsteps came from outside the corridor. He was startled, and immediately signaled her with his eyes. Xiaoyun understood, and hurried back to the table, took the food box and left.

In a hurry, he had no choice but to hide the hairpin under the pillow first, picked up the scroll at hand, and went to the bed.

This winter is very cold.

The heavy snow for several days and nights blocked the road from Xianyang City to Qinghe Palace, but it did not stop Yingzheng's footsteps.

It is not easy to deal with the one-month backlog of matters. He has handed over all the complicated details to Prime Minister Kui. The army will be paid enough to attack Wei in the coming year. If there is no accident, Wang Ben will send troops south, and within May, he will be able to recover Wei. country.

Therefore, after a month of depression, a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As soon as Xiaoyun left, he pushed open the door with his back foot.Han Fei was half lying on the bed in a light sleep, his legs were covered with a thin quilt, a snow silver fox fur was casually draped over his shoulders, and he was still holding a book in his hand.

He slowed down immediately.

The temperature in the dormitory was very high, his face glowed with a little warmth, his hair was uncommonly loose, his eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly just emerging from its cocoon, frail and shockingly beautiful.

Just as he was about to touch it, Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes. His hand was still on top of his eyes and he hadn't had time to take them back. Before he even had time to regret, he was attracted by the clear and moist eyes.He asked softly: Did it wake you up?

Han Fei shook his head, he sat up, his voice was still hoarse after waking up: Why is your majesty free to come over today?

Ying Zheng was overjoyed, he sat aside, leaned close to his ear, with a bright smile: Are you willing to talk to the widow?

Han Fei just glanced at him, then looked down at the letter he was holding.

Seeing that he ignored him, Ying Zheng leaned over to read the article in his hand. Just as he was about to read it, Han Fei put away the bamboo slips.

Ying Zheng wondered: What's wrong?

Han Fei said: "I'm afraid that the king will not be happy with what I read."

Ying Zheng never cared about these things with him. He knew that Han Feiding had something to say, so he would naturally follow his wishes.He said softly: You might as well tell me, no matter what, I won't be angry with you.

Han Feidao: This is a volume of history books, which records the story of He Shibi.

Ying Zheng didn't mind at all the embarrassment of Lin Xiangru returning the jade to Qin State, he said with a smile: "If sir is interested in He's Bi, I will send someone to send it to the palace tomorrow."

Han Fei shook his head and said: This piece of Heshibi was originally hidden in the stubborn stone. If King Chu Wen hadn't cut it open, maybe this piece of beautiful jade would not have been known to outsiders.

Ying Zheng asked, "What do you mean by that, sir?"

There was an imperceptible sense of loneliness in Han Fei's words: No matter how talented a courtier is, without a wise king, even if his heart is as beautiful as jade, he will become a stubborn stone, silent in this turbulent world.

Ying Zheng looked down into his eyes, and blurted out the words in his heart: In my heart, sir, I am the rare piece of Heshibi, but in my heart, am I the wise king of Chu Wen?

Han Fei was silent. This silence made Ying Zheng feel nervous. Although he was full of expectations, he was also ready to be criticized by his sarcastic remarks.

His heart was so tense that Han Fei nodded unexpectedly, which made him at a loss.At that moment, he didn't know what to say, his tongue was a little knotted, and he asked tentatively: Is this what Mr. Wang said from his heart?

Han Fei said softly: Although I belong to the royal family of Korea, I have never been valued by my father. The king's appreciation for me must always be remembered in my heart.

He was telling the truth. Back then, Han Fei was going to be in charge of Daqin Xiangyin, with one man under ten thousand.

Ying Zheng felt elated when he heard this, and he said without thinking: I have never regretted asking you to come here.

What he said was also true, even though he once wrote a letter to offer advice, asking him to cross the weak South Korea to fight the distant country of Zhao, causing Qin to lose troops and generals, and he never blamed him.

Han Fei smiled, and he asked back, "King Qin Zhao wants to exchange fifteen cities for this piece of He's Bi, what about the King?"

With this sudden question, Ying Zheng didn't know how to proceed, he didn't know what he meant by the words, let alone what he would say if he continued.

But he cherishes this lost and found, and he cherishes every opportunity to talk to Han Feiping.

He smiled: No matter what it is, as long as it can be exchanged for you, I am willing.

Han Fei also laughed. He stood up and said, "King Qin Zhao didn't want to exchange those fifteen cities for this Heshibi in the end. When the real power is in front of him, he has a clear mind about which is more important."In the final analysis, He's Bi is just something to be traded, and the higher interests are in front of him, and King Zhao will give it away.

Ying Zheng realized something, and just as he was about to explain, Han Fei went on to say, "I am also this piece of He's Bi in the king's heart."At the beginning, the king's hundreds of thousands of troops came to the city to exchange me, and I came, but the next year, the king broke this promise and wiped out South Korea.

Hearing this, he realized the meaning of Han Fei's words.He suppressed the little unhappiness, his eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Now that things are up to now, if you mention this again, I will not be able to return you a Korean."

Han Fei didn't care, he replied: What the king said is true.

After finishing speaking, he walked to the case, put the scrolls on the bookshelf behind him, and arranged the scrolls on the shelf one by one, neatly.When he was doing these things, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, taking his time.The flowing ink-like long hair poured down without combing, and the snow-white but bloodless face was as cold as ice. In Ying Zheng's eyes, it was indescribably elegant and gentle, and indescribably stunning.

Although it was a kind of imprisoned, self-satisfied appearance.

He stood up and walked towards him, and he asked as he walked: Under the governance of the widow, the current Han land is rich and rich, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, isn't it good?

Han Fei still didn't look up, and replied perfunctorily: Thank you, Your Majesty.

Ying Zheng sighed softly, he walked behind him, put his arms around him gently, resting his chin on his shoulder, and moved closer to his neck, as if feeling his warmth.

He hugged him and whispered a promise in his ear: Han Fei... whatever you want, the widow will give you.

This isn't the first time he's said that.

As early as four years ago, when Han Fei was imprisoned in this Qinghe Palace, he said so.

It was not easy for Han Fei to give in. What's more, at that time, South Korea had just perished, and his anger and hatred were like a sharp knife. He stabbed.

The fire that can burn the heart continues to burn, without the slightest tendency to be annihilated.His desire was like a huge fishing net, overwhelming, and he tenderly imprisoned him in his fishing net, luring him with the bait he depended on for survival: Han Fei, you can exchange your body for a lot of things…

He approached slowly step by step: For example...the lives of your father and brother...

His body was cold and his lips were hot.That deep and hoarse voice, every word, was gentle and elegant, but it was about to destroy the world.

And he was as humble as a fish swimming in the net, under the mighty kingship, he had no right to choose.

He trembled like a marionette, allowing him to spread his legs, allowing him to enter forcefully, without even half a refusing.Ying Zheng was very light, he let go of his majesty, every penny of his depth was taken into account of his body, but his painful expression still seemed to be tortured.

He gritted his teeth to keep himself from groaning.

From that moment on, Ying Zheng knew that no matter what promise or price he made, it would be his power and threat if it fell to Han Fei.

And Ying Zheng's promise, he really didn't take it to heart.

But today, he has to solve those worries that linger in his heart.

So he pretended to be inadvertent and asked back: I want freedom, can you give it to me too?

This is the first time he has asked him.But before he had time to be surprised, his heart felt as if he had been run over by a boulder.He was silent, let go of him slowly, turned around and stood with his hands behind his back.

He didn't want to answer the question.

Han Fei had already guessed his reaction, and he smiled: What His Majesty wants is just an empty shell.

Ying Zheng asked: Han Fei, are you serious, have you never taken the widow to heart?

He knew that asking this question now would be tantamount to humiliating himself.

Han Feidao: From the beginning, the king only wanted to make a deal with me.You used the threat of destroying Korea to force my father and king, and exchanged me to come to Qin; now I use my body to exchange the lives of my family.Your Majesty is now asking me, do you take you seriously, but I want to ask your Majesty, do you take me seriously?

Ying Zheng never expected that he would say that. This rhetorical question was like questioning him, whether he was regarded as a bargain, and as long as there were more considerable benefits in front of him, he would sacrifice him without hesitation.After all, he didn't consider Han Fei's feelings at all when he destroyed Han.

For a moment, joy and annoyance flooded into his heart almost at the same time, he turned around suddenly, stared at him with piercing eyes, and said word by word: I swear to you, there will never be such a deal, as long as you... For the widow, the widow immediately releases your father and brother.

Han Fei smiled slightly and said, "It's not that you didn't promise me that before."

Ying Zheng took it immediately: what the widow said, he should be able to speak for himself.

But as wise as he is, naturally he won't be overwhelmed by the joy that seemed to fall from the sky, and he realized something in just a moment.He walked forward slowly, seeing that his expression was normal, he smiled softly.He hugged his waist again, his amber eyes flashed a stream of unknown meaning, and his voice sank: I know this has always been your heart disease, I can let you go, how about you?

He slowly pressed the ending sound, so there was a bit of ambiguous lust in his meaning.

He felt him trembling inadvertently, and laughed even harder. He simply hugged him horizontally and walked towards the inner room.

He asked as he walked: How can you prove that you have a widow in your heart?

He felt bad, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.But he was shackled passively, unable to move.His long and handsome fingers tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, and the fingertips were even a little white.When Ying Zheng bypassed the hanging curtain and placed him gently on the bed, his heartbeat almost stopped.

Behind the pillow, there was Xiaoyun's hairpin that he hadn't had time to put away yet.

Seeing that his face was pale and his body was a little stiff, Ying Zheng comforted him in a low voice: What's wrong?Are you afraid?

Although his body had already recovered, he had indeed never touched him in the past month.After a month of abstinence, he had already reached the limit, even so, he still didn't want to use force.

After all, Han Fei's heart is now close at hand.

He stroked his face all the way to his neck, his fingers resting on the neckline, wanting to get down.He asked in a hoarse voice: Or, after a month, have you forgotten about the widow's body?

His voice was very deep, as if he had been suppressed for too long and could not get vented.

And his Adam's apple moved slightly, as if Mo Xu, and slowly closed his eyes.

So he couldn't bear it anymore, leaned forward, and bit his lip.

Han Fei didn't resist his movements, and let the familiar and hot palm touch his skin, and let him take off his clothes one by one.Even though the earth dragon was burning in the palace, the weather in the twelfth lunar month was still a bit cold, and the moment the clothes slipped off, he suddenly woke up, and that moment of sobriety was precious.

It has never been difficult for him to reverse the disadvantage.

So he trembled slightly, clutching his shoulders.

Ying Zheng was flattered by this slight but rare initiative, and he couldn't help but kiss his soft lips again, unexpectedly, his kiss received a jerky response.Ying Zheng was already dazzled by the happiness that fell from the sky, he squeezed into his teeth urgently, entangled with him to death, until he was about to suffocate, a small whimper came out of his throat, and then he let him go.

Han Fei panted softly, his face was flushed with intoxication, his long black hair spread out on the pillow, his dark and moist eyes stared at him motionlessly, and when the fine sweat on the tip of his nose slipped down, it was like dewdrops on a lotus .

And the brocade and silk under her body had long been in an ambiguous mess.

This kind of him is as warm as clear springs and warm jade, as beautiful as pine, bamboo and poplars, as bright as the breeze and bright moon.

But this kind of him is more like a ball of fire, trying to burn out his reason.

He sighed, and covered his hot lips and tongue, he felt his uncontrollable trembling, kissing more and more all the way, everywhere he went was a prairie fire.

He hugged his waist and lifted it up, taking a pillow under his waist as usual.

And that not-so-delicate silver hairpin happened to catch his eyes at this moment.

The sharp end was shining with a glaring white light, and he stared blankly at the hairpin, not even daring to touch it.

He couldn't believe it, he laughed out of anger.

The fire of desire that had risen to the peak seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water until there was no smoke left.

After all, he still picked up the hairpin, and that calm face silently looked away at this moment.The tyrannical and restless mind that had been suppressed by him for a month now swept up again.

He sneered and asked knowingly: What is this?

Han Fei didn't answer. The more silent he was, the more chilling he felt. He roughly pulled him to his chest and placed the hairpin in front of his eyes. Apart from anger, he was more disappointed: you want to take What this hairpin does, tell the widow.

Han Fei didn't answer him.

He moved closer, and his voice was lowered. He tried, and the end of his voice was trembling: Do you want to use it to kill the widow?

And his silence made him almost go crazy, he really wanted to dig out his heart to see if it was a rock or a piece of ice.

His heart was frozen stiff, but his breath was still shallow, blowing softly on his face, as if it had been under him countless times before, that soft breath deprived him of his reason time and time again.

As it is now, without thinking.

He forcefully stuffed the hairpin into Han Fei's hand, pointing the tip at his chest.

He moved closer, and there was only the hairpin between their chests.

His hand was trembling in his palm, the sharp weapon had almost pierced into his skin, drawing out a bright red trickle.

He lowered his head and looked into the eyes that made him madly attached to him, smiled bitterly and said: I put my heart here, if you want it, come and take it.