"Brother, if you don't tell me that I haven't discovered it yet, it's really bad enough."
Ying Chengyu pulled up his third nephew Ying Jianglu and bowed his head to the First Emperor.
"After those three years, Brother Emperor will be the one to clean up the mess for us. Farewell Brother Emperor."
Ying Chengyu didn't give the miserable-looking Ying Jianglu a chance to speak, and pulled him away. The First Emperor's angry roar came from behind the two of them.
"I haven't agreed yet!"
Ying Chengyu shouted.
"Brother Huang has already promised!"
The First Emperor had just said that Ying Chengyu could take Ying Jianglu to the desert and let him clean up the mess.
You have no joke.
Ying Jianglu couldn't help but follow Ying Chengjian out of the gate of the political affairs hall with a dazed look on his face.
The breeze of 11 or 12 degrees Celsius blew on his face, unable to wake up the confusion in his heart.
Ying Chengyu dragged Ying Jianglu to the open space in front of the main entrance of the Yizheng Hall. He looked at his third nephew who was like a walking corpse, anger welling up in his eyes.
Pa~
He slapped Ying Jianglu on the face, causing the Third Young Master of Da Qin to stumble to the ground, with blood coming from the corner of his mouth.
The surrounding officers who were protecting the Yizheng Hall all had their hearts skipped a beat, and they all looked ahead without daring to slack off at all.
"Who are you showing this half-dead look? I've got the territory for you. If you don't want it, I'll call the Fourth Brother right now! Go back to your mother and continue drinking and playing with the maids!"
"No matter who my uncle goes to, the result will be the same. What my father said is right. It cannot solve the problem of my father. Going to the land of the Huns like this is just a waste of my uncle's assets."
Ying Jianglu let the blood drip from the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground, with a dark expression on his face.
"Ying Jianglu."
Ying Chengyu looked calm and spoke calmly.
Ying Jianglu was shocked, raised his head and looked up at Ying Chengyu.
In the past, Ying Chengxiao called him a little glutton, the third child, and wouldn't call him by his first name.
The location of the two of them was quite far away from the burning torch, so Ying Chengyu's face could not be fully shown.
Under the cover of night, his face was not clear, so Ying Jianglu tried his best to open his eyes wide, but he could not see the expression on Ying Chengyu's face.
"I only ask you one question, do you want this fiefdom?"
"Uncle, this is not what I want..."
Ying Jianglu explained in a hurry, but Ying Chengyu interrupted in a calm tone.
"Yes or no."
There is no sense of oppression or suffocation.
Ying Jianglu, who was being questioned, could not feel any pressure from Ying Chengyu. It was as if Ying Chengyu was asking him if he had eaten. It was natural and calm.
But for some reason, Ying Jianglu felt that this might be the closest he was to his eldest brother in his life.
In this short moment.
Ying Jianglu thought of the lost glass beads in Chang'an Palace.
Thinking about how hard it is to fall asleep at midnight every day, I just regret that my mother was too late to give birth to my son.
He thought of Xia Wuji who came to relieve him of his unbearable headache due to drinking too much.
"want!"
General Ying Lu roared loudly, the sound was so sharp and loud that all the officials outside the political hall subconsciously clenched their Changges and prepared to face the enemy.
Third Young Master's voice is perfect for being a messenger.
The officials guarding the government hall thought so.
"Get out of here! What a screw-up! Do you know how rich your uncle's family is? Want to lose everything in just three years? Dream on! I can fight this way for three hundred years!"
Ying Chengyu was cursing and kicking his third nephew's butt mercilessly.
Ying Jianglu covered his buttocks while jumping and hiding, and said in fright: "Uncle, are you joking?"
Thirty thousand cavalry fought against the Huns for three years, of which only part of the food and grass consumption was actually spent.
Horses, swords, stomachs, bows and arrows and other consumable materials consume much more money than grain and grass.
There are also training of soldiers and horses, pensions for those who die in battle, and military recruitment rewards. These are all money.
With so much money, even a small country cannot support it.
The First Emperor said that Ying Chengyu could survive for three years with one person's strength, which was beyond Ying Jianglu's expectation.
Now I heard that Ying Chengyu said that he could pay for three hundred years. Although Ying Jianglu knew that Ying Chengyu had great supernatural powers, he didn't believe it.
But Ying Chengyu was too lazy to talk to these three nephews in detail. After deciding to attack the Xiongnu, Ying Chengyu had a lot to do and had no time to explain to Ying Jianglu.
"Go back and recruit troops. Are you really counting on Nai Gong? If you are frightened by your father's few words, you will give up the idea of becoming the king as soon as possible! He is the same as you. He just read a few military books. He understands What a fucking war!"
Ying Chengyu turned around and went back to his house, shouting as he walked, his voice deliberately loud.
Outside the government hall, all the officials held their heads high and their postures were much straighter than before.
They are proving that they are dedicated to their job of protection and will not hear any rumors.
In the political hall, Li Mu, who was either sneering or frowning, finally smiled.
Well done, Your Majesty!
Wang Wan, Li Si, Ren Xiao, Tu Sui, Zhao Tuo, and Fu Zikang lowered their heads, leaning on the map on the big eucalyptus, and seriously studying how many drops of water there were in the East China Sea.
The eunuchs and maids lowered their heads and held their breath, not daring to breathe out at all.
They were extremely envious of pigs at this moment, because pigs could also close their ears.
The First Emperor's face was livid and ugly, and suddenly he cut open the door of the Council Hall with a sharp sound.
"Cai! I'm waiting to see how you fight!"
A long, mocking voice came in from the outside.
"Your Majesty, times have changed."
"Times have changed" were the words Ying Chengyu said to the First Emperor for the second time.
The first time was when Ying Chengxuan opposed the Legalist strategy of fooling the people and wanted to undermine the foundation of the Qin Dynasty.
The First Emperor snorted coldly and returned to the big eucalyptus with a livid face.
Everyone hurriedly got out of the way and put aside the debate about how many drops of water there were in the East China Sea.
Except for Li Mu, everyone looked like nothing had happened.
The First Emperor pointed to the Henan region in the northwest of Great Qin. He wanted to speak several times, but was turned off by the obvious smile on Li Mu's face.
If it weren't for your profound knowledge in the art of war, I would have killed you myself!
Ying Zheng thought angrily.
Thinking of Li Mu's profound knowledge in the art of war, Ying Zheng thought that the battle where Li Mu first showed his talents was with the Xiongnu.
The First Emperor suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Li Mu.
"Is King Qin going to behead Mu?"
Instead of shrinking, Li Mu's smile grew wider.
This smile made the First Emperor very uncomfortable and made the two prime ministers Li Si and Wang Wan very unhappy.
This made Fu Zikang, a minister who was in the imperial court and in the palace of Chang'an, worried - he had drunk too much again!
Ren Xiao looked very embarrassed, and Tu Sui and Zhao Tuo habitually touched the place where the sword was hanging on their waist.
The First Emperor calmed down his anger, tried to soften his voice, and said: "Zhao Wu'an Jun joked, I wonder if Zhao Wuan Jun has any way to wipe out the Xiongnu with 30,000 troops and horses within three years."
If we, King Zhao, had King Qin in the royal family, and the two kings, would the world now belong to the Kingdom of Zhao? Destiny is in Qin...
The First Emperor's performance not only did not make Li Mu look down upon, but also made Li Mu take a high look.
Li Mu felt that if he continued to laugh, he would be the one being laughed at.
He regained his cold face and said: "Nothing."
Zhao Wu'an Jun Li Mu, who had not dared to go south to herd horses for ten years, had to reply personally. While the First Emperor felt at ease, there was also a hidden worry in his mind.
Shuzi!
I want to see it!
How do you want to change!
That was what he said in his heart, but deep down in the heart of the First Emperor, he hoped that Ying Chengyu would slap him in the face.
The loss of face is not worth mentioning compared with the huge benefits of Qin gaining the land of the Huns.
The First Emperor shook his head and threw his biological brother out of his mind.
"Ignore that Zhu Zi, how much food is left in Xianyang Cang?"
Fu Zikang replied immediately without thinking: "There are still five accumulations of grain."
"Accumulation" is a unit of grain quantifier, which means that grain is piled up in one place, usually 10,000 shi of grain is one accumulation of grain.
But in Xianyang, the capital of the Qin State, one hundred thousand shi of grain were piled up in one place. One pile of grain was 100,000 shi of grain, and five grains was 500,000 shi of grain.
"Immediately transfer one bag and transport it to Shangjun, no, two bags."
"only."
"Mr. Zhao Wu'an, can you tell me and all the gentlemen how you killed a hundred thousand Xiongnu troops in the battle at Yanmen?"
This is asking for advice.
In terms of experience in fighting the Huns, Li Mu was the most experienced at that time.
Li Mu said with a cold face: "Mu is because your Majesty told me that this map is too big, so I took the Yanmen Map."
The First Emperor was overjoyed and ordered the eunuchs beside him to get the map of Yanmen.
It doesn't matter whose face it is, it's important to get Li Mu's personal guidance on this matter.
Dozens of candles burned out in the Assembly Hall that night.
In the Ganquan Palace, the Yue girl, who was no longer covered with an iron mask, stood in front of Zhao Ji, recounting the events from the assassination of Ying Chenglong in the past few days until today.
Of course, some unspeakable scenes are hidden in this.
Queen Mother Zhao leaned lazily on the bed, her eyes closed and her breathing steady, as if she was asleep.
"...Then Zhuzi asked me to tell the Queen Mother."
When Yue Nu said this, she stopped talking and seemed to have some difficulties.
Empress Dowager Zhao remained silent, her breathing rate did not change, and her chest held up by the gauze rose and fell steadily.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was a layer of wax at the bottom of the candle in the hall.
The Yue girl was ready to flee immediately, and said in a tone that was no different from what she said before: "He wants the Queen Mother to keep your majesty in check and not to force the prince all the time. He said that he was a born king and did not want to be a minister. The country Lieutenant."
The moment the Yue girl finished speaking, Zhao Ji opened her eyes, and a light flashed through them, which was immediately replaced by a soft and charming look.
"Since that Zhuzi wants you to stay by his side, you should stay."
Zhao Ji tapped the ground with her white toes without shoes and socks, and floated in front of the Yue girl wearing a plain white gauze.
Her face that never seems to age is still beautiful and graceful, and with the blessing of her charming eyes, she looks so charming.
The onion-green finger pointed at Yue Nu's lips, and Zhao Ji murmured: "You are so beautiful that even a man would not be able to lay his hands on you. Leave now. If you don't leave, I won't be able to let you go."
Yue Nu felt an inexplicable heat all over her body, and she hurriedly suppressed it with her strong internal strength.
As soon as Zhao Ji finished speaking, Yue Nu, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately pulled away and retreated.
"Farewell Queen Mother."
Inside the palace, the door is wide open.
Before the sound is finished, the person has passed away.
Only one finger was left standing in the air, Zhao Ji's eyes were as charming as silk threads, and her face was as beautiful as that of a goddess.
"What's the point of looking outside? Why don't you come in and take a closer look."
Zhao Ji gently pulled at the white gauze, and her plain white elegant clothes slipped down three inches, revealing jade shoulders that were three points whiter than the clothes, with two delicate collarbones.
Bang~
The wide-open door of the palace was pulled shut by an external force.
"Zhang Han doesn't dare!"
Zhao Ji chuckled, took out the Zhao Guohu wine stored in Xianyang Palace, and poured one bottle after another. Her complexion gradually changed from rosy to rosy.
Compared with just now, Zhao Ji is a little less elegant and a little more charming.
Intoxicating.
People are drunk.
"What kind of gun is it? It's so powerful."
Zhao Ji was drunk, holding the wine bottle high, with her white lotus-root arms half exposed, and spoke softly to the wine bottle filled with Zhao Guohu wine.
She held the bottle and poured it into her mouth. Less than half of the wine was not taken into her mouth. Instead, it slid along the hillside along her snow-white neck and into the ravine.
Some flow down the river.
Some are hanging on the wall.
Hiccup~
Perhaps because she was too fast and too hasty, Zhao Ji let out a long wine burp.
Her breath made the candle flame on the table in front of her flicker.
As if dissatisfied with the rising candlelight, Zhao Jisu placed her bronze wine bottle upside down on top of the candlelight that was as bright as a bean.
"Even if the rumors are false, when the two of them make peace, all of his skills will be gone. Even if he has a gun, he can't kill him."
Light passes.
Darkness is coming.
"Then my mother also wants you to be together, you two bitches."
…
The third son of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Jianglu, had complicated thoughts and returned to his mother's palace.
He pushed open the outermost palace door and entered the outer hall of the palace.
After walking a dozen steps, he walked to the main hall adjacent to the outer hall, lowered his head and walked towards the sleeping hall where he lived.
"Chang'an Jun, what happened to my son!"
Hearing a clear thumping sound on the table, Ying Jiang Lu's mother, Concubine Chu, slapped the table and stood up, furious.
Ying Jiang suddenly woke up and raised his head. Only then did he see his biological mother. He forced a smile and said, "Why haven't you fallen asleep yet?"
At this time in the past, his mother and concubine had been asleep for almost half an hour.
Concubine Chu rushed over angrily and leaned over to hold Ying Jianglu's shoulders.
"Then how did Zhuzi treat my son? Did he make my son look like this?"
Her left hand reached down and grabbed her son's right hand. Concubine Chu was like a female dragon whose scales had been touched, dragging General Ying Lu toward the palace gate.
"My son, don't be afraid. Grandma will take you to Zhangtai Palace to discuss this matter with His Majesty!"
"Mom! My father is not in Zhangtai Palace! If you take me to find my father, your palace will become a cold palace in the future!"
Ying Jiang Lu stuck his buttocks out, his body sank, and he grabbed Concubine Chu's left hand with both hands, dragging her back desperately.
Concubine Chu paused suddenly after hearing what her parents and children said.
Originally, Concubine Chu, Ying Jianglu, mother and son were evenly matched.
Concubine Chu stopped without warning, her strength gave out, and Ying Jianglu almost pulled herself over.
Before Ying Jianglu could stand firm, Concubine Chu looked back and said, "How do you say this?"
The Third Young Master shook off his mother's left hand, swung his sore arms and said, "Mom, when will you change your impatient temper?"
"Say it!"
General Ying glanced at the eunuchs and maids in the hall, and shouted: "Get out of here!"
"only."
"only."
"only."
"..."
Everyone trembled, bowed their heads quickly in response, and walked out of the hall with quick but unhurried steps.
Before five breaths, only the mother and son, General Ying and Concubine Chu, were left in the hall.
Ying Jiang Lu Ping retreated from the others, making Concubine Chu realize that what she was going to say next was not trivial.
The impatience on Concubine Chu's face was like water stains under the scorching sun, and she disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving General Ying Lu stunned for a moment.
"Speak slowly and don't be in a hurry. Tell my mother everything you saw and heard tonight. Don't miss anything."
Concubine Chu seemed to be a different person, her face calm and calm.
It seemed that just now his parent and son, General Ying, had told Fa Sui that he wanted him to change his impatience, and he immediately changed his mind.
In the past, General Ying would have been greatly shocked by the change in his mother and concubine, and would have said a lot about the matter.
But the impact she received today was too great, and Concubine Chu's changes were nothing compared to it.
"Mom, please don't get angry."
Ying Jianglu gave a habitual instruction, and forced himself to concentrate on telling Concubine Chu everything he had seen and heard tonight.
Concubine Chu would interrupt Ying Jianglu from time to time during his narration and ask some trivial matters that seemed insignificant to Ying Jianglu.
For example, Ying Jianglu told how the people in the palace, Wang Wan, Li Si, and Tu Sui, reacted when the First Emperor reprimanded him.
Another example is that when Ying Jianglu talked about the First Emperor's repeated questions to Ying Chengyu, what were the specific physical manifestations of Ying Chengyu, whether he frowned, stepped back, trembled, etc.
What originally happened in less than half an hour was interrupted by Concubine Chu one after another.
Ying Jianglu drank five pots of hot water and talked for an hour and a half before finishing.
In this way, there are still many questions that Ying Jianglu has not answered.
Ying Jianglu is not a camera, so how can he record everything.
The questions Concubine Chu asked were too detailed, so she used a metaphor.
It's like modern people go to the supermarket and are asked after returning home how many shelves are there? What's on the third shelf? What is the cashier doing while you're picking out your items?
Who can answer this?
"Say it again."
Concubine Chu's face was calm and her tone was calm.
"Huh? Still talking!"
Ying Jianglu stood up straight in surprise.
He always reminded his mother and concubine not to be impatient, but today she was the first to be impatient.
"It's all in detail, let's say it again."
Ying Jianglu wanted to refuse, but looking at his mother and concubine's eyes that had never been so firm and powerful, as soon as the words of refusal were spoken, it automatically turned into something tonight.
"My uncle called me out and asked me if I wanted a fiefdom..."
This time, Concubine Chu interrupted Ying Jianglu less frequently, and she finished her story in less than an hour.
After finishing speaking for the second time, Ying Jianglu just breathed a sigh of relief.
"Say it again."
Concubine Chu said calmly.
"Mom, what do you want to hear? I told you twice!"
Ying Jianglu jumped.
"explain."
Ying Jianglu took a deep breath.
At this moment, there was no longer any hesitation, confusion, and confusion in his heart about today's events.
All I wanted to do was finish it as quickly as possible.
"Uncle asked me to go out..."
The third time, half an hour later, Concubine Chu did not interrupt once.
"Mom, don't you need to say anything more?"
Ying Jianglu said with a sad face.
"No need."
Concubine Chu shook her head.
"Go and call Pearl in."
Zhu'er was a palace maid who had served Concubine Chu personally for several years. She was one of the many palace maids who had physical contact with General Ying.
Ying Jianglu breathed a sigh of relief and ran out quickly to call Zhuer into the hall.
General Ying led the handsome Zhu'er into the main hall. Concubine Chu was walking as fast as flying, holding a long sword.
Under Ying Jianglu's incredulous eyes, he inserted it cleanly into Zhu'er's left chest and passed through the heart.
Pearl's eyes were full of confusion. She lowered her head and glanced at the sword on her chest. The confusion was replaced by despair and resentment.
"The Queen Mother will not let go... ugh!"
Concubine Chu's face was calm, she turned the hilt of the sword hard, and the long sword stirred hard in Zhu'er's heart.
Pearl is heartbroken, speechless, black-eyed, and dead.
