The night was already very dark, but in Xianyang Palace, the lights were still flickering. On the soft couch that should have belonged to Qingxi at this time, Ying Zheng was lying on it. It was seen that the young King Qin had not slept at all.
Instead, he stared lazily at the carvings on the pillars.
At her feet is Qing Xi, who is holding a scroll of bamboo slips and reading aloud. Under her feet, there are already piles of bamboo slips. The height of the stacked bamboo slips is almost as high as her calf. Obviously, she is doing the job of reading bamboo slips aloud.
, have been doing it for a long time.
Qingxi's voice is very pleasant, just like a clear spring in the mountains, with a gentle sound, and the sentences and words form a rhyme on her lips. Just the sound is enough to make people forget their worries.
But as the owner of this voice that can make people forget their worries, at this time, he cannot eliminate the worries in his heart.
She has been doing the task of reading the slips aloud for an hour. Even with her physical strength, she feels like it is too much at this time. Reading the slips aloud and practicing swordsmanship are two completely different things, especially reading the slips aloud for Ying Zheng.
Although the physical exertion is nothing, the mental exertion is extremely overwhelming for this Luowen Tianzi first-class killer. Qingxi has to concentrate all the time for fear of making mistakes. Qingxi only feels that her head is getting more and more tired.
The sleepiness at night came up unknowingly and had the potential to start a prairie fire.
As her mind was consumed, the power of sleepiness became stronger and stronger. Suddenly, Qingxi felt an uncomfortable and restrained itching sensation hit her throat. Then, she couldn't help but open her mouth and yawned.
The sound rushed out of his throat.
Ying Zheng, who was awakened by a yawn, subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound. When he saw the panic, he quickly covered his mouth, but his dark eyes were spinning.
"Are you sleepy?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Yeah." Qing Xi replied honestly. At this moment, she only felt flustered in her heart. She really couldn't deny her confidence and courage.
"You can rest now," Ying Zheng said.
"Have a rest?" Qing Xi's eyes couldn't help but fall on the soft couch under Ying Zheng.
Let's not talk about whether I can rest. My bed is occupied, how should I rest? The meaning in Qingxi's eyes is self-evident.
"It's quite comfortable here. If you're sleepy, I'll give you my lonely bed." Ying Zheng turned sideways and faced Qing Xi and said.
"That's inappropriate." Under Ying Zheng's scrutinizing gaze, Qing Xi said after a long time.
"What's inappropriate? Doesn't this soft couch belong to you? Isn't it also lonely?" Ying Zheng said.
"But?" Qingxi hesitated.
There is no comparison between the two, okay? At this time, Qing Xi wanted to tell Ying Zheng this, but she did not have the confidence after all.
Ying Zheng ignored Qing Xi.
Faced with such a scene, Qingxi was at a loss for what to do and could only read aloud the bamboo slips in her hand again.
This is her way of protesting. If this is the case, then we don't have to sleep anymore to see who can survive the other.
Of course, Ying Zheng couldn't survive Qing Xi, and of course, Ying Zheng didn't have the need, so when Qing Xi had almost exhausted his potential, Ying Zheng's dull and rhythmic breathing sounded on the soft couch.
Qingxi looked at Ying Zheng who was sleeping soundly, and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. Where should I sleep?
Qingxi put down the bamboo slips in her hands and looked at the empty hall, speechless for a moment.
For her, it is not a problem even if she stays awake for several days. However, in the past few days, she has almost adapted to the new life and has become a bit lazy. In addition, she is too tired today.
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In Ying Zheng's rhythmic breathing, Qing Xi was surprised to find that her sleepiness was amplifying unknowingly.
What should I do? Qingxi couldn't help but look at the large bed in the palace, did she really want to sleep there tonight?
Qingxi, who had experienced countless lives and deaths, suddenly found that she was a little scared, as if it was not a bed, but a sea of swords and fire.
After hesitating for a moment, Qingxi walked forward resolutely, constantly saying to herself that this was not my fault, I was also forced.
In the end, Qingxi finally lay on the bed that he regarded as a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.
"It seems that there is nothing special." Qing Xi looked at the carvings on the bedside, and the familiar smell surrounded her nose, making people indulge in it unconsciously.
When his eyes were closed, the palace was completely plunged into darkness.
Although the soft couch was comfortable, it was too small after all. It was fine for taking a nap, but it didn't seem to be that good at night. Therefore, in the second half of the night, Ying Zheng woke up from his sleep.
After stretching his body, Ying Zheng stood up from the soft couch and walked towards his own territory.
When Ying Zheng came to the bed, he turned on the weak light and saw Qing Xi wrapped in a brocade quilt. Her exposed inner clothes told Ying Zheng that she seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
"Wake up." Ying Zheng leaned down and patted the sleeping beauty on the shoulder.
"Your Majesty?" Qingxi slowly opened her eyes from her sleep and looked blankly at the face that appeared above her head. The next moment, panic in her eyes replaced the confusion.
"Here?" Qing Xi was about to stand up, but Ying Zheng held her shoulders down.
"Don't move, otherwise the heat will run away." Ying Zheng said and his eyes got into the bed.
At that moment, Ying Zheng felt that the temperature in the quilt had increased a lot.
Qingxi, who was as stiff as a stone, wanted to hide away, but found that the figure was not obeying her orders. Her body, which was under control, became as slow as a rotten wood.
"Sure enough, this is what you should do." Ying Zheng said happily.
"Your Majesty, slave?" Qing Xi couldn't say her words because Ying Zheng had already put her in his arms with one arm.
"In this cold winter, it's really nice to have such a soft and warm pillow." Ying Zheng said, holding a ball of warm jade in his arms.
"Relax a little, otherwise, you will turn into jade." Ying Zheng comforted Qing Xi's fragrant shoulders and said.
Qing Xi looked blankly at Ying Zheng who was so close, their breaths intertwined, and she felt that her heart was even more confused.
"Go to sleep." Ying Zheng said.
Sleep? How can you sleep?
Qingxi was hugged by Ying Zheng, and she didn't dare to move at all. She looked at the person close to her with confused eyes, and for a moment she didn't know how to describe her mood at this time.
Compared to Qingxi, Ying Zheng slept very peacefully, more peacefully than ever before.
This should be the treatment of King Qin.
She is not only a beauty, but also a female killer with extremely strong martial arts skills.
Through clues in life, Ying Zheng had already been able to confirm that although the so-called Duanshui existed, she was not the woman beside him.
Qingxi's name may be true, but the so-called code name has another name.
The water cutoff is fake, but the startled salamander is real. Ying Zheng, who understands this, how could he let this fish escape from his net?