"Compared with the matter of Queen Mother Zhao, I am very curious about it."
The old people had resentments in their hearts that could not be dispelled for a while. When they heard Ying Chengyu speak, none of them gave him any face.
Those who eat vegetables eat vegetables, those who eat meat eat meat, and those who eat wine drink wine.
But their ears perked up, and their movements involuntarily slowed down, waiting intently for Ying Chengyu's next words.
Ying Chengxiu narrowed his eyes and said: "What Chengxiu said at the wax sacrificial altar, you elders are well-informed, and you must know the true meaning. Chengxiu can't figure out why the Ying family can still support Chengxiu. .”
The Ying clan is the largest noble in the Qin State. Why do my uncle and the others still support me so much...
The old people's movements returned to the normal speed, their expressions did not change, and they all ignored Ying Chengyu.
The issues that Ying Chengxuan attached great importance to were not problems at all in the eyes of these old people.
"Because your last name is Ying."
My uncle had an old face and acted stern, but the kindness in his eyes could not be hidden.
"You kid, you think the meeting of the three kings is just an excuse for me to prevaricate the Queen Mother Zhao? Since my filial piety, my ancestor has made great efforts to appoint Shang Jun and promote Legalism. He has ruled the world with domineering power, ignored the complaints of aristocratic families, and blocked the Wei Kingdom. shame.
"The Ying family knows that the king's vision cannot be seen by mortals. Most of the variables in the world are concentrated in one person. I don't understand that you want to rule out the nobles. If you want to say it, we will listen. If you don't say it, we won't ask. Whatever you want us to do, just tell us."
Is it a cult of personality?
Ying Chengqiao laughed.
"Ahem." Weiyang Lord Ying Xi coughed repeatedly in a pretentious manner. After Ying Chengyu looked over, he chuckled and said, "I have a different view from my uncle. What you said is an aristocrat, and Lord Shang." What they do is essentially the same.”
Uncle, you guessed it wrong, that's so different.
Legalism is a policy that fools the people, weakens the people, and exhausts the people, which is completely opposite to what I think.
Ying Cheng thought to himself, but said with a smile: "Uncle, tell me how to do the same."
"The Shang king's method is to collect the power of aristocratic families and concentrate it on one person, the king. To create military merit is to give the people a way to advance and stimulate their fighting spirit. Then the Qin laws are used to limit internal fighting, and high taxes are used to encourage farmers.
"You said you want to eliminate nobles, take the Gan family as an example. You say Qianlong and Ganmao have made contributions to Qin and can enjoy glory, but Ganluo has made no contributions to Qin and is not worthy of the position of high minister.
"Shang Jun's method is not thorough. The title can still be hereditary, and the descendants can enjoy it after a lifetime of hard work. I heard from your words that you are determined to cancel the hereditary inheritance, and you can only enjoy it after a lifetime of hard work.
"This is just to deepen the Shang Lord's method, so as to make the world fight for Qin. Since Qin implemented the Shang Lord's method, all the noble families have opposed it every day.
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Two things. In a boring country where the only public entertainment facilities are terraces, there really aren't many things to occupy one's mind.
Ying Chengqiao smiled and raised the wine bottle and said, "Respect our Ying clan."
Some of the old people snorted, and some curled their lips to express their dissatisfaction.
Then, he picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp.
…
Afang supported the First Emperor, followed by Gai Nie, and escorted Zhao Ji back to Ganquan Palace.
Along the way, apart from the sound of the four people walking, there was not a single word.
Zhiqua~
The gate of Ganquan Palace is closed.
Zhao Ji slapped the round mahogany table placed in the center of the hall with a heavy slap. The anger on her face was clearly visible.
"Your Majesty." Zhao Ji's voice was very cold, "How long are you going to sleep?"
Queen Afang was about to excuse the First Emperor, but the First Emperor had already stood up and opened his eyes.
Seeing Zhao Ji's red and swollen face, with faint palm prints still visible, there was sadness in her eyes.
The First Emperor only heard the applause and knew that Zhao Ji was beaten, but did not see it.
The visual impact is often more shocking than the auditory impact.
"Gane, go out and guard, don't let anyone in."
"only."
When Gai Nie responded, he opened the door of Ganquan Palace and stepped out in one step.
The eunuchs and maids in Ganquan Palace were cleared out the moment Zhao Ji entered the palace.
At this moment, there were only the First Emperor, Afang, and Zhao Ji in the huge Ganquan Palace.
"Ying Zheng! You actually teamed up with that bastard to humiliate me!"
Zhao Ji pointed at the slap mark on her face, but her cold eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.
"I made a fool of myself in the Black Bird Hall. Is this what you want to see? This is how you treat your mother!"
The First Emperor did not say that this was not my intention and that I did not want my mother to get hurt.
He lowered his head and whispered very neatly: "It's my fault."
Bang~
Zhao Ji took off the phoenix crown on her head and smashed it viciously on the ground. Rare objects such as tortoiseshell, agate, and colored glaze were scattered everywhere on the ground.
"roll!"
Zhao Ji pointed at the gate of Ganquan Palace and shouted angrily.
"Mom..."
The First Emperor wanted to say something more, but was suddenly interrupted by Zhao Ji who was in a furious state.
"I tell you to get out! Join with outsiders to bully your biological mother. I don't have a son like you! Get out of here!"
The First Emperor was silent for a moment and said in a solemn voice: "I asked Xia Wuqi to prepare the medicine for my mother and bring it to my mother later. When my mother wakes up tomorrow, her face will be as clean as ever."
Queen Afang supported the somewhat lost Emperor Shi Huang, and the two were about to leave Ganquan Palace.
"I'll let you go alone!"
Zhao Ji quickly stepped forward and pulled Afang and the First Emperor apart.
He grabbed the Shi Huangdi's clothes with one hand and walked towards the gate of Ganquan Palace with an angry look on his face.
As he walked, he cursed: "Can the medicine remove the scars on my face? Can it remove the scars on my heart? Don't pretend to be so sad. If you are really sad, how can you pretend to be dead in the Xuantiao Hall!"
Opening the gate of Ganquan Palace, Zhao Ji grabbed the First Emperor and pushed him out of the palace door. The First Emperor staggered out of Ganquan Palace.
If Ge Nie had not realized that something was not right and stepped forward to pick up the First Emperor, the First Emperor would have been kicked out of his mouth and chewed in the mud.
Bang~
The gate of Ganquan Palace suddenly closed, making a loud noise in the night.
It seemed that Zhao Ji vented all her grievances today on the door and threw it down with all her strength.
"No need to help me."
The First Emperor said softly.
"only."
Gai Nie responded.
All the officials who were guarding outside Ganquan Palace were shocked when they saw the First Emperor, who was like a god in their hearts, being pushed out so violently. Their hearts were in their throats in shock.
Everyone looked straight ahead,
He made the most standard on-duty actions, not daring to move, not daring to express his anger, as if nothing had happened just now.
They knew that even if they did this, the First Emperor would not believe that they did not see it, but they had no other choice.
They didn't know whether they could survive after seeing the embarrassing scene of the First Emperor, but they wanted to live, and the ants still had to live.
The First Emperor stood outside Ganquan Palace and was surrounded by countless stone beasts outside Ganquan Palace.
The torch was burning brightly, but the roaring flame could not brighten the heart of the First Emperor.
After looking at the gate of Ganquan Palace for a long time, the First Emperor turned around silently, and Ge Nie followed naturally.
The already straight backs of the officials outside Ganquan Palace became even straighter.
They couldn't let down their guard at the last moment and lose their lives - what if the First Emperor looked back and saw them sighing with relief, their mood worsened, and they were given death?
Gai Nie sent the First Emperor all the way outside Afang Palace, still thinking about why he didn't return to Zhangtai today.
The First Emperor ordered: "Go to the Imperial Medical Office to find Xia Wuqi and ask for some medicine."
"What medicine do you want?"
Gai Nie said the words smoothly without thinking.
The First Emperor paused and stopped in front of the gate of Afang Palace.
Pressing his right hand on the door of Afang Palace, he turned his head from the left, his eyes no longer sad, full of indifference.
"What do you think?"
The First Emperor asked rhetorically in a declarative tone.
Gai Nie's sword intention seemed to sense an invisible aura coming on its own and started to operate on its own initiative.
Gai Nie's mind was clear, and he looked into the Emperor's indifferent eyes.
He lowered his head and raised his hand.
"only."
The First Emperor looked back after hearing this.
He pushed open the door of Afang Palace and walked in. He didn't answer Nie or give any more instructions.
He walked to the bedroom with all the eunuchs and maids bowing their heads and paying homage.
He waved away the palace maid who wanted to come forward to serve him, spread out the silk quilt on the bed with his own hands, and lay down on the wooden bed made of rosewood.
"The queen comes back and wakes me up."
he ordered.
"only."
Ping'er, the queen's personal maid, who used to be inseparable from the queen, responded.
The First Emperor closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
He was a little tired and wanted to go to bed early.
Outside the palace gate, Gai Nie used Qinggong and rushed towards the Imperial Medical Office.
He knew that his little thoughts were seen by the First Emperor, who was very dissatisfied, very dissatisfied.
But what of that?
Opened him? Can't get it.
In Ganquan Palace, after Zhao Ji closed the door, she faced Afang, but there was no trace of anger left on her face.
It was as if her anger was only directed at the First Emperor and had nothing to do with the Queen.
Afang, who stayed behind, did not feel at all cramped in Zhao Ji's territory. He stepped on the rare treasures that fell from the phoenix crown and sat at the round table, looking at Zhao Ji calmly.
She was a maid, narrow-minded, and not as magnanimous as the First Emperor.
She could not maintain sincere respect for a woman who had once tried to kill her.
"What's the matter?"
Afang asked softly.
Zhao Ji ignored it and went to the side hall. She took out two jars of wine from somewhere and placed them on the round table.
After opening the mud seal, Zhao Ji sniffed lightly with a hint of intoxication on her face.
"Can you drink it?"
Afang smiled gently and said, "Yes."
Zhao Ji didn't look for wine bottles, cups, or bowls either.
He directly pushed the opened wine jar in front of Afang, and the wine inside came out with a bang and scattered on the table.
The collision of wine and wine makes the smell become stronger and stronger.
What a strong drink.
Afang frowned slightly, dipped a finger into the wine on the table, and put it into his mouth to taste.
He slightly raised his head and looked at Zhao Ji and said, "Uncle brewed the wine."
"That's what Zhuzi brewed." Zhao Ji replied in the affirmative.
She held up the wine jar with both hands and kept pouring it into her mouth.
The mouth is too small and the wine is too much to drink.
A lot of wine flowed down her cheeks, making her face feel hot.
Zhao Ji didn't care, her throat kept moving, and she drank as much as she could.
Her chest and clothes were wet with wine, and the burning pain on her face had become somewhat numb.
Zhao Ji kept holding the wine jar until the mouth of the wine jar was facing downwards and the bottom of the jar was facing the roof of the palace.
The wine in the mouth of the jar no longer flows down the river, but when it ticks, the jar is thrown to the ground.
"No wine is as strong as the wine brewed by this Zhuzi!"
Zhao Ji wiped the wine from the corner of her mouth and praised with bright eyes.
She saw that the jar of wine placed in front of Afang was not moved at all, just like when she pushed it over just now.
"Don't waste it if you don't drink it."
Zhao Ji reached for the wine jar, but was blocked by Afang's cross-arm.
"If the Queen Mother wants to drink, she can wait until A Fang leaves before drinking. If she has nothing to say to A Fang, A Fang will leave."
Zhao Ji pushed A Fang's arm away, picked up the wine jar with both hands, and smiled sweetly.
"I have nothing to say to you. Just go away, Queen."
Afang was stunned for a moment, unable to realize what Zhao Ji wanted to do by leaving her.
In just a short while, Zhao Ji had already started to drink a large amount of wine in small sips, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing.
Afang took a deep breath, his mouth and nose filled with the aroma of wine.
"Farewell Queen Mother."
Get up and leave.
If you can't walk a few steps, stop.
Looking back, I watched Zhao Ji swallow the cow and drink.
Pacha~
Another wine jar was shattered to pieces.
Zhao Ji's eyes brightened even more, and she sat down holding on to the round table. She was already a little unsteady on her feet.
"If you don't leave, do you want to drink with me?"
A trace of confusion flashed across Afang's eyes, and he spoke softly.
"Since the Queen Mother guessed that your uncle was acting, why did you still cooperate with your uncle in his behavior in the Black Bird Hall?"
Afang couldn't figure it out. With Zhao Ji's temperament, it was only right to take advantage of the situation and cause trouble for Ying Chengyun. How could he make a fool of himself in order to cooperate with Ying Chengyun.
Zhao Ji chuckled, her eyes blurred by the high-concentration wine made by Ying Chengyu through distillation.
"I'm afraid it's true."
Zhao Ji murmured.
"What?"
The whispering voice was too low, so A Fang didn't hear it clearly and walked quickly to Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji unconsciously grabbed A Fang's hand with both hands and held it tightly.
"I'm afraid it's true." Zhao Ji raised her face and whispered, "I'm afraid Zheng'er will die."
Afang wanted to pull his hand back, but after hearing this, he twitched slightly symbolically and made no move.
"Except for the wine made by Shuzi, nothing in Xianyang is as good as Yongcheng. Remember to send me some wine."
