The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 411 Zhao Ji's Comfort

For several days after Meng Ao's death, Ying Zheng could not be happy. He felt even more sad than if his son had died.

At dinner that day, Zhao Ji looked at Ying Zheng helplessly and somewhat worriedly. Seeing that Ying Zheng put down his bowl and chopsticks after not eating much, Zhao Ji also put down her bowl and chopsticks.

He took the initiative to hold Ying Zheng's hand and patted Ying Zheng's hand to comfort him.

"Zheng'er, the dead are gone, everyone will die one day, Meng Ao was not young anymore, but he died with a smile on his face, so don't be sad."

Ying Zheng smiled slightly, took Zhao Ji's hand in return, and said gently: "I know, but since I succeeded to the throne, Meng Ao has been working diligently and devotedly. Alas, it's such a pity."

Zhao Ji touched Ying Zheng's head and comforted him gently: "Meng Wu and his son are also worthy of being reused. Don't think about it."

Zhao Ji pulled the corner of Ying Zheng's mouth and said, "Come on, smile for your mother and stop sighing."

Ying Zheng rolled his eyes at Zhao Ji, then pinched her pretty face and said unhappily, "It would be better if you just smiled at me."

Zhao Ji was not angry. She smiled and moved closer to Ying Zheng, holding Ying Zheng's face and giving him a really beautiful smile.

Looking at Zhao Ji's extremely gentle, beautiful and charming smile, Ying Zheng's heart softened.

All of a sudden, the haze in my heart disappeared, and I felt a warm feeling in my heart, and I couldn't help but smile.

When Zhao Ji saw Ying Zheng smile, she felt more relieved and happy.

He stood up and held Ying Zheng's head in his arms, rubbed his cheek against the top of Ying Zheng's head, and said happily: "That's right."

"We still have to look forward. Things will always get better and better."

In Zhao Ji's arms, Ying Zheng felt more relaxed and no longer depressed.

He turned around and hugged Zhao Ji tightly, burying himself in Ying Zheng's arms, just like when he was a child. Only now could he relax a little.

He is very tired because he is very tense every day.

Zhao Ji knew all of this, and she could not help with state affairs. She could only comfort Ying Zheng in her own way.

He held Ying Zheng in his arms and slowly stroked his head, giving him gentle comfort.

After a long while, Ying Zheng calmed down and gently left Zhao Ji's arms. His expression returned to normal and he said with a smile, "Mother, give me a head massage."

Zhao Ji said coquettishly, "You are really pushing your luck and even calling up the Queen Mother."

Although she said she was unwilling, she did not stop her actions. She took Ying Zheng's hand and walked towards the bed, took off her shoes, knelt upright, got into position, and waved her hand for Ying Zheng to lie down on her.

Ying Zheng took off his loose outer robe, crawled to Zhao Ji, knelt down and lowered his head. Zhao Ji took off his golden crown and straightened his hair.

Ying Zheng turned over and lay on Zhao Ji's plump thighs, closed his eyes and prepared to enjoy himself.

Zhao Ji looked at Ying Zheng with his eyes closed, her heart softened, and she unconsciously touched Ying Zheng's face. This face was angular, majestic and cold, but only in front of her would he become so gentle and let down all his guard.

Governing such a large empire without ever overstepping the boundaries, being willful, or slacking off is very tiring.

Only after stroking Ying Zheng's face several times did Zhao Ji come to her senses and gently touch Ying Zheng's head.

Ying Zheng knew very well that Zhao Ji's whole heart was on him, and he was even more aware of Zhao Ji's tenderness and love.

In all daily actions, perception is clear.

Because the fate of two people is tied together.

Under Zhao Ji's comfort, Ying Zheng fell asleep unconsciously. Only when he was beside Zhao Ji could he sleep so soundly. But this made Li Ji, who was summoned to serve the king, miserable. Li Ji had been picked up for a long time. The maid told her that the queen mother was massaging the king. Li Ji wanted to go in, but when she saw the queen mother and the king were in such a harmonious atmosphere, she was very tactful and waited at the door.

It turns out we’ve been waiting for half an hour, why hasn’t it ended yet?

It’s really not Zhao Ji’s fault. After pressing on Ying Zheng for less than a quarter of an hour, he fell asleep.

Zhao Ji was afraid of waking Ying Zheng up, so she wanted him to sleep a little longer and then quietly move him away.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, Ying Zheng was finally moved away. However, he was moved away, but his legs were numb.

She didn't dare to make any big movements for fear of waking Ying Zheng up.

I can only suffer like this, secretly groaning in my heart.

As a result, Ying Zheng turned over again in his sleep and hugged Zhao Ji's waist. She dared not move even more. Zheng'er had a good sleep with great difficulty, and she really couldn't bear to wake him up.

In fact, Ying Zheng woke up when Zhao Ji moved his head away, but he pretended to be asleep to see what Zhao Ji could do with her numb legs.

Quietly, she saw that Zhao Ji looked helpless and miserable. Her legs were numb, but she didn't dare to make any big movements to wake herself up.

Ying Zheng was very happy to see the dilemma.

After a while, seeing that Zhao Ji was really uncomfortable, he felt soft in his heart and stopped teasing her.

Ying Zheng yawned, pretending to have just woken up, and asked in surprise: "Mother, how long have I slept? Why haven't you left yet?"

Zhao Ji gave him a resentful look, rolled her eyes at him and said nothing.

Ying Zheng pretended not to know and continued to ask, "Why doesn't the Queen Mother speak?"

Zhao Ji glared at Ying Zheng fiercely and said angrily: "My legs are numb, help me up!"

Ying Zheng suddenly realized what was going on and complained, "Why didn't you tell me earlier, mother? Don't worry, I will treat you right away."

As he spoke, he circulated the Qi in his palm and stroked Zhao Ji's legs. After a few breaths, Zhao Ji felt normal again.

Zhao Ji snorted, and immediately pounced on Ying Zheng, pulling Ying Zheng's cheeks hard with both hands.

Ying Zheng struggled hard and finally broke free. He said innocently, "I am here to treat you out of kindness. What are you doing?"

Zhao Ji snorted coldly and sneered: "How could I not understand you? Why do you know it clearly in your heart?"

Ying Zheng cleared his cough tactically and quickly changed the subject: "Mother, it's getting late. You should go back quickly. I also want to go to bed."

Zhao Ji raised her head and snorted coldly, saying proudly: "You are sensible. How can your mother not understand you? You raise your eyebrows and think about it a few times, and I know it clearly."

Zhao Ji sat down beside the bed and ordered, "Come here and help me put on my shoes." As she spoke, Zhao Ji yawned. She was really sleepy.

Ying Zheng jumped down immediately, took the gorgeous red high-heeled shoes flatteringly, and obediently and respectfully helped Zhao Ji put on the shoes.

When Ying Zheng was holding his feet and preparing to put on his shoes, Zhao Ji wanted to launch a sneak attack on Ying Zheng.

However, seeing that Ying Zheng was so sensible, he was really unhappy these days. He had already taken advantage of him, so he should just forget it and not make things worse.

Know when to quit. I, Zhao Ji, am very smart.

(End of this chapter)