The early winter of the 16th year of King Zheng of Qin was still very cold, just like the early winter of the 2nd year of King Zheng of Qin.
But just like the winter of the second year of King Zheng of Qin, no matter how cold the weather was, it was not as cold as the Qin King Ying Zheng because he had his own small stove. Of course, this pair of stoves is actually not small at all. The reason why I say this is purely because the pair of stoves is too cute.
"We seemed to have come like this in the winter fourteen years ago." Ying Zheng, who was lying on a soft couch, looked at Jingyu sitting at the tail of the couch.
Jingyu is now over thirty years old, but there seems to be no trace of time left on this woman who is as deep as water.
Her figure has never been distorted, and her body is still elastic. Ying Zheng has a deep understanding of this. On the contrary, as the years have settled, this woman, as deep as water, has become quieter, and the charming breath has been fully brewed in the years like wine, turning into a more intoxicating fragrance.
"The king still remembers what happened fourteen years ago?" Jingyu's face flashed with surprise when he heard Ying Zheng's memories.
"Of course I still remember what happened fourteen years ago. At that time, it was the first time that Gu and you were talking formally, right?" Ying Zheng recalled.
"Well, before that, the king never paid attention to me." Jingyu recalled that for her, that time was probably the most memorable moment in her life.
At that time, there were not so many people in Xianyang Palace, and Ying Zheng was just a teenager.
Jingyu thought about subconsciously putting his palm on his shoulder.
I remember that at that time, the king was not as tall as me, and that was the position of my shoulders. Jingyu thought in his heart.
"I remember that at that time, Jingyu was not called Jingyu, but Qingxi." Ying Zheng recalled.
Jingluo, who was trapped in memories, responded to Ying Zheng only silence, so Ying Zheng asked again: "What are you thinking?"
"I was thinking about how I could hold the king like this back then." Jingyu came back to a little god this time, but it was only a little bit, so he exposed the most real thoughts in his heart.
I saw Jingyu huddled her arm in front of her, as if she was really holding a boy.
Jingyu's performance fell into Ying Zheng's eyes, and instantly made Ying Zheng recall what happened back then, so Ying Zheng said: "Jingyu can't do it now, but I can hold you like this."
Ying Zheng sat up as he spoke, his arms relaxed, and he had already carried Jingyu into his arms. The perfect body that was curved like a fish fell into Ying Zheng's arms. Although he had been so familiar that he could no longer be familiar, every time he held it in his arms, he could give Ying Zheng a feeling of extreme comfort.
"The king has grown up." Jingyu put his jaw on Ying Zheng's shoulder and said softly.
"The only one who can say this in Xianyang Palace," Ying Zheng said.
If Ying Zheng was watching the red lotus grow up, then Jingyu also watched Ying Zheng grow up?
The only woman who truly experienced Ying Zheng’s youth was Jingyu in Xianyang Palace.
The only response to Ying Zheng was Jingyu's reserved and proud smile.
"What are we doing now fourteen years ago?" Ying Zheng asked.
"At this time fourteen years ago, the king was preparing to visit the Queen Mother." Jingyu said without hesitation.
"Then go to Xingle Palace now, how about it?" Ying Zheng said, "I pinched Jingyu's face, which was obviously not round but had a great touch."
"Yeah." Jingyu was slightly stunned, and then he understood Ying Zheng's thoughts.
Is it necessary to repeat the day fourteen years ago? It seems very interesting. Jingyu thought in his heart, and felt an inexplicable thing rippling in his heart.
Seeing a layer of mist covered in Jingyu's eyes unconsciously, Ying Zheng's heart moved, and he leaned into Jingyu's ears, biting the crystal clear earlobe, saying, "Fourteen years ago, Gu already knew the secret of Jingyu. Now should Gu also let Gu see the secret of Jingyu?"
"What's the secret? King?" Jingyu said in surprise. He couldn't understand the meaning of Ying Zheng's words for a while, but when Ying Zheng's eyes fell, Jingyu understood.
"Does the king really want to know their secret?" Jingyu said.
"Didn't you also want to hold the orphan like you did fourteen years ago?" Ying Zheng asked back.
"Yeah." Jingyu said as he pushed Ying Zheng away, pressing one hand on Ying Zheng's chest, and one hand was already stroking the ribbon around his waist.
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Until he arrived at Xingle Palace, the blush on Jingyu's face had not dissipated. As a person who had experienced it, Zhao Ji naturally knew the abnormality of Jingyu, but she could only pretend that she had not seen it.
"Zheng'er is about to celebrate her thirty years old, but do you have any gifts you want?" Zhao Ji turned her eyes away from Jingluo and asked Ying Zheng.
"This question seems a bit difficult to answer. I don't want much." Ying Zheng thought.
"It's really troublesome. Zheng'er is rich all over the world. Nothing is needed? A gift, alas." Zhao Ji sighed as she said.
"Then the queen of the mother must think about it carefully." Ying Zheng was naturally happy to see Zhao Ji worried. After all, in this boring life, he always had to find something for Zhao Ji. This was a boring woman.
"It's a headache. If you think too much, you will get old very quickly." Zhao Ji said distressedly, but in Zhao Ji's eyes, there was a look of eagerness to try.
"In a blink of an eye, it has been thirty years." After a little silence, Zhao Ji said quietly.
"Time should not exist in memories, it would be easy to be sad." Ying Zheng said.
"It's a pity that my greatest source of happiness now is memories." Zhao Ji said.
"I should have a tour within three years. At that time, I can bring my mother with me. Although Xianyang is big, how can I surpass the world? My mother probably has never seen the natural mystery everywhere. I can use this to enrich my memory." Ying Zheng said.
"You're serious?" Zhao Ji was instantly inspired when she heard Ying Zheng's words.
"I can deceive my mother, but I won't do it." Ying Zheng said.
"That's true, I think so. There are so many places in the world that I have never been to. I didn't expect that I would have such a chance." Zhao Ji said excitedly.
"The grasslands in the extreme north, the seas in Qi, and the Yunmengze in the southern county..." Zhao Ji has fallen into her imagination.
When she was a girl, who hadn’t had a dream of traveling all over the world and seeing the magnificent and mysterious time?
Jingyu quietly looked at Zhao Ji, who was completely immersed in her own world, but her eyes were involuntarily looking at Ying Zheng. Sure enough, just like fourteen years ago, she was coaxing the Queen Mother again.