Zhao Ji was silent for a moment, then smiled calmly, with a natural expression.
"Can't learn."
His left hand was exposed from his wide sleeve, holding an open dagger in his slender fingers.
The sharp blade made the pupils of the old people around shrink to the size of pinholes.
This knife has been sharpened! Fast and profitable!
Most of them had fought on the battlefield when they were young, and had personally sharpened the Qin sword before the battle. Qin Ge and others saw the mottled edge of the dagger and made a judgment at a glance.
Each of them had a murderous aura that was invisible to the naked eye. They took a look at their uncle, whose eyes were sharper than the edge of a knife, but he was sitting steadily, and frowned.
This woman is so domineering, why should she endure it?
The uncle did not immediately get angry, but glanced at the First Emperor who was enjoying himself on the high platform and had no idea what was going on here.
He looked at Ying Chengxuan and said, "We are all old, baby, you make the decision on this matter."
"only."
Ying Chengyu responded.
He stood up, grabbed the blade of the dagger in Zhao Ji's hand with his fingers, took it and placed it gently on the table in front of him.
Zhao Ji smiled brightly and said, "I have quenched the poison, but there is no antidote."
Before the elders around him could react, Ying Chengyu immediately said, "You don't. The blade has to quench such a powerful poison, and you can't even get here."
Zhao Ji's eyes gradually became charming, and she said softly: "You are so stupid, do you think you've got me?"
Ying Cheng's energy and blood surged downwards, and his head swelled.
The influence of charm on the practitioners of "Yellow Emperor" is much higher than that on ordinary people.
"You really work hard."
Ying Cheng's face was on fire, his lips were a little dry, and he smiled bitterly.
Zhao Ji smiled more charmingly, licked her lips, and her voice became softer.
"What nonsense are you talking about~"
Like a lover whispering.
Like a whisper in the ear.
With the spear standing upright, Ying Chengyu had no choice but to sit down.
"Sometimes I really don't know how a woman like you, who is charming, capable, talented, beautiful, and generous, could have fallen in love with my father in Zhao country."
Zhao Ji took a step forward and brought her soft skin like snow and moist red lips closer to let Ying Chengyu take a closer look.
"This is a secret. I can only tell you when no one is around."
The autumn waves are flowing, and the eyebrows are affectionate.
"A good person should point a gun at him?" Ying Chengyu laughed at himself.
He reached into his arms and pulled out a pistol.
Is this the gun Yue Nu was talking about? very good!
Zhao Jijiao smiled and walked forward quickly. She stretched out her hand and said, "My son has so many things hidden in his arms. What else can I touch?"
"Queen Mother Zhao, please don't act rashly."
Ying Chengyu pressed the gun with one hand and pressed the muzzle of the gun between Zhao Ji's eyebrows with the other hand.
Charming Kung Fu is a very strange skill, because the main purpose of this skill is the word "Charming".
Other martial arts have internal strength, and when there is physical contact, they are all for the purpose of producing explosive power and hurting people, but Mei Gong is not like this.
Physical contact with Mei Gong will not hurt people, and the surge of internal energy will not hurt people, but the lust will be doubled.
Ying Chengxuan knew his body very well. He practiced the "Yellow Emperor", a method of indulgence and abstinence, but he could not resist Zhao Ji's charming skills. He did not want to appear ugly in public.
Danger!
Extremely dangerous!
Zhao Ji's eyebrows were beating violently, and from the cold touch on her forehead, there was a feeling that life could pass away at any time.
If it had been before Yue Nu assassinated Ying Chengyu, Zhao Ji would have thought that she had made a mistake.
Now, Zhao Ji was absolutely sure that her perception was correct.
The weapon on her forehead, which was no bigger than a palm and was called a gun, could kill her at any time.
Her smile deepened, and without any pause, she continued to touch Ying Chengyu's chest with her stretched out hand, trying to put it into the lapel.
If this guy shoots me, I will die. Zheng'er must take action on this guy.
This guy doesn't shoot. As long as I touch him, he will definitely not be able to hold back his desires.
Such an act that violates the ethical principles, no matter how hard Zheng'er can tolerate it, is an act that is not tolerated by the Qin State, and Zheng'er will still take action.
There is no better opportunity than today to get rid of this bastard...
"So what if you move?"
Zhao Ji, who was risking herself, looked at the fire of lust in Ying Chengyu's eyes and smiled charmingly.
What Ying Chengyu said at the wax festival made her wary of Ying Chengyu rise to an unprecedented level.
In her opinion, Ying Chengyu was not crazy, but a declaration of rebellion, and he might take action at any time.
In addition, Wang Jie's blatant support, the Meng family's visible follow-up, the Qin Zuo prime minister and court lieutenant, and the legalist leader Li Si's obedience to Ying Chengyu.
All these made Zhao Ji extremely murderous towards Ying Chengyu, and she would not hesitate to trade her life for her life.
Today's connivance from the Ying clan made Zhao Ji's original desire to kill Ying Chengyu even stronger.
Civil servants, military commanders, and royal support.
Zhao Ji was frightened by Ying Chengyu's strength and power, and she couldn't wait to take advantage of it.
She was thinking the same thing as Gan Luo. If she continued to wait, she would just sit back and wait for death.
Bang~
There was a thunder on the ground.
The tongues of fire spit out, and the golden bullets break the boundaries of time and space.
"what sound?"
"Where did the bird noise come from and why is it so loud?"
"What a loud thunder."
"Cough, cough, cough, you almost choked me to death!"
"..."
Some people in the Black Bird Hall covered their ears and complained, some looked at the door and frowned, and some were shocked by the sudden gunshot and swallowed the food in their mouths without chewing, coughing continuously.
Zhao Ji, who was closest to the gunshot, had her ears buzzing and trembling. The sound made her feel dizzy and the charm in her eyes disappeared.
Louder than thunder!
Zhao Ji's legs were weak, and the power of the two-thousand-year-old thermal weapon made her unsteady.
She held the table with one hand to stabilize her body, and unconsciously touched the center of her eyebrows with the other hand.
Smooth, tender, no wrinkles, no holes, no sticky blood...
The gun went off, but I didn't die?
Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, then realized it later, and her confused mind suddenly became clear.
He suddenly turned his head and looked closely at the green smoke coming out of the muzzle of the gun.
In that direction is a high platform, and sitting on the high platform is the First Emperor.
"How dare you, Shuzi!"
Her face was ferocious, her eyes were full of anger and hatred, and her already weak legs were suddenly filled with strength.
Touching the dagger on the table with one hand, she grabbed the handle and was about to stab Ying Chengyu in the chest.
The internal power generated by practicing charm cannot kill people, but can maintain the body.
Zhao Guo's martial arts style is also strong. With the blessing of charm skills, Zhao Ji's fighting ability and strength are outstanding. Her physical fitness is excellent. Although she is old, she can kill people.
Bang~
A second loud bang.
Like the sound of a camera shutter, Zhao Ji's expression and movements were frozen.
"What are you doing, you idiot?"
The uncle stood up angrily, his ears still ringing violently, and slapped Ying Chengyu's gun-holding wrist.
More than a dozen old people all stood up, risking their fortunes to attack Ying Chengyu.
For the first time, these old people who had been sitting around Ying Chengxiu, caring for him, and protecting him from wind and rain felt that their baby had changed and had done something wrong.
The commotion here finally caused an unexpected incident to happen to everyone in the Black Bird Hall.
"Uncle!"
A man from a royal family in his prime came charging like a bull, stampeding and galloping on the table along the way.
"Don't hit my uncle!"
A six or seven-year-old young master shouted in a childish voice, struggling in his brother's arms, trying to run over and help his uncle fight the bad guys.
"What happened?"
Some people were looking around with blank eyes and a hesitant expression. They didn't know why the Xuannian Palace was so chaotic in an instant.
"Shu Zi!"
The First Emperor stood up in anger and shouted loudly.
Bang~
The third gunshot sounded, blood splattered on the high platform, and the shouting suddenly stopped.
A dozen old men who were used to fighting on the battlefield and wallowing in blood were so angry that they attacked Ying Chengyu regardless of life or death.
Ying Chengyu sighed secretly, put the gun in his arms, and greeted his elders with fists and feet.
Although these dozen old people were also capable warriors on the battlefield when they were young, how can they compete with the accomplished Ying Chengyu of "The Yellow Emperor" at such an age.
Ying Chengyu suppressed all the old people without harming their fundamentals.
"Don't do it yet!"
Ying Chengyu shouted loudly.
A group of secret guards with their faces covered and wearing black night clothes rushed into the Black Bird Hall.
"How dare you! Rebel against the Yi clan!"
"I am the 13th Lord of Great Qin! Get out!"
"Follow me to suppress the rebellion and kill my brother!"
"..."
Although there are indeed some brave men in the Ying clan, compared with all the secret guards with advanced martial arts, they are still not enough.
After a brief noise, all the princes, princesses, and members of the royal family were controlled.
Zhao Ji rushed towards the fallen Emperor Shihuang on the high platform, but was restrained by Ge Nie with his sword.
"Ying Chengxi!" Zhao Ji's voice was shrill and shrill, like a cuckoo crying blood.
"What to do?"
Ying Chengyu had no expression on his face.
Around him, the old people who were extremely close to him and who had just seen him so amiable just now all stared at him with great hatred, wishing to kill him and then be quick.
Ying Chengyu approached Zhao Ji, whose hands were tied, and was three steps away from her.
Facing Zhao Ji who wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood, she said, "As you wish, I rebelled."
"Baby," my uncle said, glaring at Ying Chengyu's back.
Ying Chengyu turned around, with a somewhat respectful expression, and responded: "Uncle."
"You didn't do this right."
"Isn't that right?" Ying Chengyu was silent for a moment, then smiled softly and said, "Then what should I do that is right?"
Spreading his hands, a secret guard placed the sword in Ying Chengyu's palm.
Ying Chengyu waved his sword horizontally, and placed the three-foot green blade on Zhao Ji's snow-white neck.
"Is it right to kill her like this?"
My uncle frowned.
"Or." Ying Chengyu had a strange expression on his face and said, "I was seduced by her and made a fool of myself in public? Tomorrow the incident in the Xuantiao Palace will be exposed, and it will be revealed that I am a beast and covet my father's wife. Is it right?"
My uncle was silent.
A group of old people who were deeply angry with him and wanted to clean up their family also remained silent.
People become better with age.
No matter how ignorant he is, he was born in a royal family and lived to this age, and he understands everything he should know and shouldn't.
They all saw what Zhao Ji did just now. After Ying Chengyu's prompting, they naturally knew how dangerous the situation was for Ying Chengyu just now.
"Foolish!" The old man who threw the chopsticks hated iron for not becoming steel. His hands bound by the rope struggled repeatedly, and there were blood stains. He yelled angrily: "I can kill it for you!"
He killed Zhao Ji, and he bore the wrath of the First Emperor alone. He could use his death to resolve the dead situation that Zhao Ji had set for Ying Chengyu.
This is not an empty talk, Ying Chengyu knows that the old man can do it.
If his uncle hadn't stopped him, the old man would have taken action just now.
"Uncle, Cheng Xiu appreciates your kindness." Ying Cheng Xiu thanked him, and then said seriously: "But Cheng Xiu doesn't understand that good people should be pointed at guns?"
Guns in this era refer to long guns, the kind that can be poked.
Being pointed at by a spear is also an extremely dangerous thing. Therefore, although it was the first time for more than a dozen old people to hear this, they all understood what Ying Chengyu meant.
They fell silent.
The Ying family is not the kind of royal family that doesn't fight back when hit or scolded.
As a member of the Qin royal family, even if most members of the Ying family are not bad-tempered, they are definitely not good-tempered.
Ying Chengyu's words didn't sound problematic at all to them.
Everyone in the royal family looked at the dozen old men and saw that they didn't speak anymore, so they all closed their mouths cursing.
The mouths of the princes and princesses were all covered by the concubines. For those who couldn't, the secret guards would thoughtfully stuff clean handkerchiefs into them.
Ying Chengyu turned around and looked at Zhao Ji, smiling: "Are you satisfied? Keep working."
"Ying Chengyu! Even if I were a ghost, I would never let you go!" Zhao Ji gritted her teeth, her gums bleeding, making her mouth full of scarlet red.
"Huh? Are you kidding me?" Ying Chengyu laughed and said: "I have said it a long time ago, there is no heaven in this world, and naturally there are no ghosts. I can't blame anyone else for what happened today, I can only blame you. Didn't you just see it right? I won't do anything to you or the emperor brother, you have to kill me and then do it quickly. Then I have no choice but to strike first."
"It's clearly your ambition!" Zhao Ji screamed, "Do you think I don't know what you mean by what you said on the high platform? You are not talking about heaven, you are talking about the king! Democracy, equality, freedom, these are your An excuse for rebellion! If you want to get rid of the forces loyal to His Majesty, and get rid of His Majesty’s people, then you want to rebel!"
Ying Chengyu's face turned cold.
"Off with my head! Cut off my head!" Zhao Jidian shouted.
In fact, when the first shot was fired, although Ying Chengyu fired towards the high platform, Zhao Ji rushed to attack.
But Zhao Ji still had some doubts in her heart. She suspected that the First Emperor and Ying Chengyu worked together to deceive her and put on this play for her.
Judging from her love for the two brothers, this is not impossible.
But when blood splattered on the high platform and the First Emperor fell down, Zhao Ji's doubts were also put to rest.
She didn't know how powerful the gun was, but she could imagine that it was a sharp weapon that even a vile girl wouldn't dare touch.
At this moment, in addition to the boundless hatred for Ying Chengyu, she also felt deep regret.
Regret that he repeatedly assassinated Ying Chengyu even though he knew he had the power to overthrow everything.
He regretted that he had forced Ying Chengyun to rebel and kill the First Emperor.
Regret that the First Emperor died under Ying Cheng's spear because of him.
Since ancient times, there has never been a woman as the emperor. Mi Bazi of Qin State ruled as the queen mother, which was the ultimate in women's rights.
If Zhao Ji could live to the Tang Dynasty and meet Wu Zetian, she might even want to establish herself as king.
But she didn't, so after she became the Queen Mother and took charge of power, her wish was that the First Emperor could secure his throne.
Today, the First Emperor died, and Zhao Ji's eyes, which had been blinded by power, suddenly became clear.
The First Emperor and her depended on each other in Zhao State, which in turn means that she and the First Emperor depended on each other.
She hated King Qin Zhuangxiang for abandoning their mother and son. She wanted to prove that her political son was better than the Prince Cheng who was favored by all the forces. She wanted her son to become the king and secure the throne.
But now, she regrets it.
Although the king is good, it is not as good as fate.
If fate is there, everything is there.
(End of chapter)
