The First Emperor Said He Likes Me

Chapter XVI

Wen Yu is the first time to visit Uncle Zhao's work place.

Not a prosperous business district, but in a secluded courtyard, with a simple black heavy wooden door, and a 100-year-old pomegranate tree in the yard. Even in winter, the growth is gratifying, Wenyu even sees hanging fruits, ca n’t help but stunned.

This day will bear fruit, is it not fake?

Mongolian brother did not stop and led the way ahead.

The winding zigzag corridors, carved beams, and pillars lead directly to the rear, and Wen Yu discovered that this was not only a courtyard house, but more like the palace he visited before.

Is this too big? Not that there is no place to buy if you have money. And this place ...

Wen Yu thought of the route when he came, but he was a bit confused. He went to school in Beijing for two years, and he followed Gao Yang to play around. The general place is still known, but here has never heard of an ancient house.

Out of the second arched door, the cloister rises up to a two-story building.

"Young Master, sir is waiting for you here." Big Brother Mongolian said, then turned and closed the arch door.

The slamming of the door twitched Wen Yu's heart, and he looked around. There was a stream of water beneath the corridor, and there were carps swimming back and forth. The corridor and the small building are only about ten meters apart. The stairs are advancing step by step. As he stepped on the last section, the two dark doors slowly opened to reveal a tall figure.

At the sight of Wen Yu, the cloud of doubt disappeared on his face, and he said with delight: "Uncle."

Zhao Zheng behind the door touched Yu Yu's head, "Come in first."

The light in the house was dim, and the decoration was simple and simple. Wenyu looked around and thought of the big pomegranate tree at the door. He curiously said, "Uncle, when the pomegranate tree at the door just got fruit when he came in, is it true? "

"Really." Zhao Zheng was afraid of Wen Yu's greedy, and said: "Can't eat."

Is it true and can't eat? Wen Yu thought about it, fearing that the fruit had already been hung up, and now it must be broken inside. He could not see clearly underneath, of course he could not eat it.

After finishing his thoughts, Wen Yu wanted to thump himself into stupidity. Obviously he came to Uncle Zhao for the sake of-now he even thinks about a pomegranate. He couldn't help but look at Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao wore a black turtleneck sweater. When he saw him, he suddenly turned his eyes and hit him peeking.

"Something happened today." Zhao Zheng used a positive tone.

Wen Yu swallowed and nodded, "I have something to make sure."

Zhao Zheng sat on the chair next to Wen Yu, nodded, and motioned to Wen Yu to speak.

At this time, the door opened. A young man came with hot tea and poured tea for the two. Zhao Zheng waved his hand. The man respectfully went down and closed the door. The two of them suddenly left the whole room in a confined space. Wen Yu thought of Gao Yang and Mongolian for a while, and then thought of the picture of meeting Zhao Zheng to the present. He suddenly found a picture of contact with Uncle Zhao. It is very clear, even if it was the first time I saw Uncle Zhao, he remembered the style of shoes he wore.

The more he thought, the faster his heart thumped, he grabbed Uncle Zhao's arm and almost knocked over the teacup in front of him.

"Uncle." Wen Yu looked seriously at Zhao Zheng's eyes.

Zhao Zheng hasn't seen Wen Yu, who is excited, excited, expectant, and frightened, with various eyes, but in the end, in these beautiful and gentle eyes, his expression is firm and radiant.

Just listen to Wen Yu firmly and seriously: "Zhao Zheng, I like you."

Wen Yu was relieved after speaking, and he was in a relaxed and happy mood. The moment he spoke, he knew his true intentions.

He likes Zhao Zheng.

Wen Yu looked at Zhao Zheng and waited for a reply. He thought that no matter how Uncle Zhao answered, even if he refused him, he would not be discouraged. Uncle Zhao was so tolerant to him, and he spoiled him. Now, suddenly it seemed to be clear, who would be as good as a strange boy from afar, should Uncle Zhao like him too?

He thought of the good and bad consequences, but only a little.

Zhao Zheng was startled, and then he laughed happily. Wen Yu was a little embarrassed and looked at Uncle Zhao with his head tilted. Uncle Zhao reached out and rubbed his head.

"It must be fate, I like you too."

Wen Yu's eyebrows brightened, and there was a pain in his face. Uncle Zhao pinched his cheek and said, "It is worthy of the nature of father and son."

Father and son?

Wen Yu's smile stiffened on his face, thinking of Yuncheng's parents saying that he had picked it up, thinking of a possibility, the stars in his eyes suddenly dispersed, and his lips moved, as if crying, "You, What— "He couldn't say anything.

Uncle Zhao's spoiling of him and his closeness for no reason, maybe not because he likes him, but because he is his--

Can't think about it.

Wen Yu grabbed Zhao Zheng's arm, as if drowning for help.

"Why is this expression?" Zhao Zheng was puzzled and stood in front of Wen Yu, reaching for Wen Yu's head, "I finally--"

"I don't want to listen." Wen Yu shouted and stood up sharply. He stood up to Zhao Zheng's chin, hugged Zhao Zheng's neck, put his toes together, and kissed the pair Thin cold lips.

Zhao Zheng was caught by surprise, his lips were tender, and his affection was tender. He held his hands in the air for a long time, and finally pushed away Wen Yu.

"I love you, it's love between men and men." Wen Yu cried, "Don't you be my father, okay?"

Zhao Zheng looked at Wenyu with a complicated look, and there was still a breath of Wenyu on his lips. He licked it, and finally raised his hand without striking it, touching Wenyu ’s face, "The boy is crying, do n’t Be a daughter. "

Without waiting for Wen Yu to speak, Zhao Zheng took Wen Yu out and said, "I'm not abandoning your father."

Wen Yu's tightly grasped heart loosened, and she looked at Zhao Zheng's tall back in a dizzy eye. Zhao Zheng turned around, with a tough, cold voice in his eyes: "I should have let you know."

What do you know?

Not just his father. Wen Yu's eyelids were iced. It was Zhao Zheng's fingers that brushed his eyelids. Wen Yu felt the coldness of Zhao Zheng's fingertips. Like Zhao Zheng, he looked cold and tough, but he was actually the most accommodating and indulgent.

With the removal of his fingertips, Wen Yu was somewhat disappointed, as if his fingertips were not able to stay a little longer.

His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, hazy, and he couldn't help but rubbed his eyes, the fog on his eyeballs dissipated, and a dark haze came into his eyes, and all the pavilions were built in black mist.

Through the mist, I could vaguely see the endless stream of people. They wore down jackets and looked hurriedly. Wen Yu recognized the supermarket at a glance. The one he often visited was near the institution, but there was no Siheyuan near the supermarket.

Here is like a small world in the modern world, isolated from the world, those who walk like they can't see them.

At a glance, Wen Yu saw the pomegranate tree, hidden in the black mist, and the branches and leaves continued to penetrate the black air, as if supporting the world here.

Zhao Zheng reached out his hand and added a large marble ball to his palm. The whole body was dark and glowing, and the tall pomegranate tree disappeared instantly. The mist in front of him disappeared slowly, and twenty people came slowly, most of them wearing armor and some wearing robes, all in ancient style.

Wen Yu was speechless in front of her eyes.

"His Majesty."

The soldiers were powerful and unified, kneeling in the fog in unison, Wen Yu, the leader, recognized at a glance that he was the big brother of Mongolia.

Zhao Zheng didn't speak. His eyes moved to Wen Yu's face, who was already in shock. With a wave of his hand, the two had reached the villa.

Bright lamps, smooth floors, warm sofas.

Wen Yu stood on the spot, Zhao Zheng approached two steps, and bullied Wen Yu fell on the sofa.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Zheng was surprised when he heard the question. He saw that although there was shock in Wen Yu's face but he was not afraid, he couldn't help but smiled. "It's my child, Fusu."

"Fusu?" Wen Yu pointed to himself. The name was too loud. Wen Yu suddenly looked up at Zhao Zheng and said Zhao Zheng and Zhao Zheng in his mouth. "You are Yingzheng, Emperor Qin Shihuang."

Zhao Zheng touched the following curly hair and praised: "Smart."

"You are Fusu, my first child, reincarnated to the present." Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow. "There is no bone blood now, but in my opinion, only you can be called my son."

The amount of information is too large. Wen Yu's head is like a paste of stuff. Ming Zhao Zhao said clearly, but he felt muddled. He didn't want to listen to anything and could not accept anything.

How could he help Fusu?

How could Uncle Zhao be Qin Shihuang.

Nonsense.

But the unreal scene just now is still in sight, what's wrong with this world?

Wen Yubo stood up and dared not look at Zhao Zheng. He was very confused now and said, "I want to leave here, I want to think about it."

"No," Zhao Zheng said arrogantly: "You can calm down, but you can't leave here."

"Why!" Wen Yu's tone was angry, but when he looked carefully, his eyes were overwhelmed and wronged.

Zhao Zheng stood up, "This is home, no escape is allowed." Then he gave a figure and disappeared.

Wen Yu stood silent for a while, thinking about home, went straight to the bedroom on the second floor, packed up his backpack and ran away.

He thought it was a home here, but it was not the house of Zhao Zheng ’s father and son, nor a haunted house .......

Wen Yu's head was in a mess, holding a key in his hand and carrying his bag straight away.

The living room butler bowed his waist and smiled and said, "Young Master, where are you going? I will arrange the car for you." Wen Yu saw the smiling face, which was too pale, to make him understand that all the people here are not human.

"No need."

He just wanted to escape from here, far away, and think about it.

The murky Wenyu arrived at the door of the small apartment. It was already dark, opened the door, and it was dark. The room was cold, like it could freeze bad guys. Reasonable, but can make him feel warm.

Wen Yu sat blankly on the sofa, and it was not long before his face turned blue.

"Master, sir, please come home."

A voice came from outside the door, and Wen Yu recognized it as a general.

He didn't say anything, but the next second he passed through the door and stood in front of him. Upon seeing this, Wen Yu wanted to laugh, but he didn't feel afraid.

"Mongolian will not be your name?" Wen Yu thought of following the surname of Qin Shihuang in history ----

Mongolian nodded, as if knowing what Wen Yu was going to say, said: "Meng Yi, my elder brother Meng Tian."

Wen Yu laughed twice and looked up at Meng Yi. "Gao Yang doesn't know your identity? You woven lies to make Gao Yang fall in love with you. Are you guilty? Are you afraid that he knows the truth?"

I don't know if it means Gao Yang and Meng Yi, or say him again.

The author has something to say:

I wanted to be cruel, but I found out that I was a cookie [painful

Lose weight recently, then hungry and dizzy want to whack

Good night, you guys have a good bite