Yue Nu said distressedly:
"If I had killed him with one sword, my husband would not be in trouble today."
Qingmei originally wanted to kill Marxism-Leninism, but Yue Nu couldn't bear to do it, so she stabbed her chest with a long sword, hurting people but not killing people.
"Don't blame yourself, I want to thank you."
Ying Chengyu shook his head.
"The veterans taught me how to be domineering, and the dead ministers further strengthened this view. In this era when the people are not enlightened, if you want to promote the development of the times, you cannot rely on the people to wake up. I want to force them to march, like Shang Yang, to The world conforms to my will."
"My husband has done a great job."
"I think so."
Ying Chengyu suddenly smiled. At this moment, Yue Nu felt that the pressure that Ying Chengyu had been carrying disappeared, and she knew that her husband was not trying to force him.
"This is supposed to be a process of constant trial and error. I am a mortal. It would be abnormal if everything comes true."
Yue Nu corrected her seriously:
"My husband is not a mortal. Since Wang Chan became known as Guiguzi in the world, he has never obeyed anyone's orders. His disciple Pang Juan trained Wei soldiers to make Wei dominate. His disciple Sun Bin defeated the undefeated Wei State and Lampang Juan fell to the altar. Disciple Su Qin led the Prime Minister of the Six Kingdoms to teach Qin not to go out of Hangu. His disciple Zhang Yi joined Qin and defeated Wei and Chu to establish Qin's hegemony. Guiguzi, who taught such a handsome man, only recognized his husband as his master for hundreds of years, how could he be Where are the mortals?”
"Ha, listen to his nonsense. How can anyone live for hundreds of years? I agree with him because I am too lazy to expose it. Eighty percent of them are just like the Mohist giants, who have been named Guigu for generations."
The Yue girl tilted her head.
"Peng Zu lived for eight hundred years, and Gui Guzi lived for hundreds of years. Why don't you believe it? The immortal family always seeks longevity without asking about worldly affairs. This is not surprising. If nothing else is said, let's just talk about Gui Guzi's natural phenomenon, the four on his forehead. How can ordinary people get fleshy moles?"
"Tch, what's the point? I once saw someone who could change a person's face. It was just plastic surgery. What's the big deal about the four moles? They were just pretending to be a ghost."
"Change faces?"
The Yue girl looked surprised and said suspiciously:
"Husband, are you talking about disguise?"
Ying Chengyu grabbed Yue Nu's pretty face and said with a smile:
"It's either a disguise or a face change. If your heroic face is replaced by Qingmei's or Dingxiang's face, there won't even be a trace of scars visible on the outside."
The Yue girl rolled her eyes at Ying Chengyu and thought he was joking. She had never heard of this method.
"My husband knows how to joke. I learned from "History of Yue" that Gou Jian once met Wang Chan. In addition to Fan Li and Wen Zhong, Gou Jian's road to Yue restoration also had the shadow of Gui Guzi. Historical records indicate that he has the appearance of a ghost, and the heaven is full. , with four flesh moles. With this, Gui Guzi lived for at least two hundred and fifty years."
Yingcheng hummed and agreed, perfunctorily dealing with Yue Nu.
[Blow it off, how can anyone live that long? There must be a skilled doctor under Guigu's sect who performs the surgery, and gives Guiguzi four flesh moles for generations to pretend to be a ghost. ]
Her small ears, which were like gold ingots, trembled slightly. When Yue Nu heard that Gui Guzi was still writing, she curled her lips and felt a little disappointed.
Ying Chengqiao smiled and said:
"What? My Yue'er, who is highly skilled in martial arts, sensed something again?"
The Yue girl was slightly disappointed and said:
"Although my husband is very capable, Gui Guzi is too unworthy of his reputation. The book records that Gui Guzi is such an amazing and talented person. I never thought that he would be famous even if we met him. He has always suppressed clichés for my husband, just like me."
Ying Chengyu used his strength to press Yue Nu under him, his eyes burning with deeply restrained lust.
"It's true that I suppress you, but I don't have the ability to suppress Gui Guzi. Many of the disciples of Chang'an Jun's Mansion can come and go freely. Only this Gui Guzi is the one I don't dare to let go. You only see me trapping him on the balcony, and you don't know. Maybe that's what he wanted to say. You only saw me threatening him in the carriage to write a letter, but you don't know that maybe he wanted to let his disciples join the world. You can tell a person by his words and deeds. For Guiguzi, Xunzi and others are not advisable. What you see is only what they want you to see. You want to know the level of their ability, whether they make money or lose money after an incident, and whether the goal is achieved."
"Finished?"
Regarding Ying Chengyu's intentional teaching, Yue Nu didn't mean to be enlightened, but was a little impatient.
There was no dodge in those big, spring-like eyes, which were full of provocation. He lifted his hips slightly and exhaled like a blue.
"You haven't pinned me down yet."
The wind of words passes over the fire of desire, the wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind.
Ying Chengyu gritted his teeth and held down Yue Nu's restless little hands that were clinging to his waist, trying to untie his jade belt.
"dont play with fire!"
The Yue girl's snow-white neck was slightly stretched, her head was lifted lightly, and she was biting the earlobe of Ying Chenglong. The curled tongue slides across it, like a dragonfly touching the pond water in summer.
"Thank you for making me fall in love with you."
The slender fingers exerted force to break away from the restraints of Ying Chengyu's big hands, grabbed the jade belt tied around Ying Chengyu's waist and gently pulled it, and the platinum-valued belt was thrown into the air.
If Ying Chengyu can suppress Yue Nu, Yue Nu will be released into the sea. When Yue Nu doesn't want to give up to Ying Chengfan, without a gun in her hand, Ying Chengfan has no choice but to lose.
The Yue girl smiled so brightly that she took out the pistol from Ying Chengyu's arms and dropped it on the ground with a soft tinkling sound. At this moment, the brightness on her face overwhelmed her heroic spirit.
"My husband's pistol won't work at such a close distance."
Ying Chengyu pressed down until he was supported by two hills and could no longer continue.
"I'm really not as good as you when it comes to fighting at close quarters."
"My husband can defeat me because of the pistol, not the distance."
"No."
Ying Cheng's breathing was heavy, like a fire bellows in a farmer's house, extremely hot.
"I have never lost in a hand-to-hand fight."
In the front carriage, Guiguzi, who was writing slowly and stroke by stroke, suddenly smiled leisurely.
"You want my disciples to serve Qin, and you have confidence in the King of Qin, and think that he will be able to conquer my sect, then it will be as you wish. My disciples attach great importance to profit and reputation, and the King of Qin is the best at using utilitarianism and reputation to surrender people. Perfect match, perfect match It matches...eh?"
He let out a light sigh, put down the brush, and raised his left hand in front of his eyes.
Move the thumb of your left hand clockwise between the tips of the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and finger pad. Its speed changes from slow to fast. At first, the eyes follow easily, but when it stops, it is full of afterimages.
"Both strength and softness, yin and yang complement each other. Passionate and lustful, Your Majesty, you have one more handle."
He shook his head and was about to pick up the pen and continue writing. Suddenly he frowned and stared at the wall of the rear compartment. Behind the carriage was the carriage of Ying Chengyu and Yue Nu.
The old man who looked like a ghost pinched his fingers with his left hand again, and immediately cursed after completing the calculation.
"Can you endure this? Are you so reluctant to part with the "Yellow Emperor"? Martial arts is a small thing! Shan, medicine, fortune, fortune telling, divination, corpse, Confucianism, Taoism, immortality, vertical and horizontal, military, name, law... Which one is not better than martial arts? ? Why do you value martial arts? No matter how strong you are in martial arts, what?"
The old man was sitting in the carriage, looking east.
"No matter how strong he is, he can't be stronger than those heavy pupils. This boy is so brave that he is unparalleled throughout the ages. He could have conquered by force."
Puzzled, entangled, and depressed appeared.
"The end of martial arts is like this for you. He can only lead ten years of coquettishness, but he will never escape defeat. Your Majesty can make pistols, but this guy can't even make splashes. How can he be so obsessed with martial arts? For "Yellow Emperor" Abandoning Baiyue's destiny is really putting the cart before the horse!"
At this moment, the old man really wanted to rush to the back car and grab Junshang to complete the Yin-Yang Avenue. At this time, the old man did not believe that the king would still carry the pistol with him.
But after thinking about Yue Nu's swordsmanship with murderous intent, the old man silently picked up the brush and continued writing, muttering dissatisfiedly.
"Martial arts are only useful for this."
The carriage behind you.
The Yue girl held her head up stubbornly, holding on to her last bit of pride, her voice trembling slightly.
"You do not love me."
There was a dark slap mark on Ying Chengyu's face, which he made himself.
Without this slap, he would not have been able to pass this test of the cadre's weaknesses.
He put on his belt, picked up the pistol, put it in his arms, and held the girl in his arms. Yue Nu struggled hard, but failed, and fell reluctantly into Ying Chengyu's arms.
"I just have doubts about the legend."
Ying Chengyu gently stroked Yue Nu's hair, which was smoother and smoother than Xishu Jiajin's.
"Many people wanted me dead and I couldn't take the chance."
From the moment Ying Chengyu rebelled against the truth, he fell into the same situation as the imperial brother. The people who assassinated him were no less than those who assassinated the First Emperor.
The Yue girl nodded silently and muttered something with a puffy face.
"What?"
Ying Chengyu didn't hear clearly and lowered his head to Yue Nu Ying's lips.
"I said, you can break my body without breaking your own body."
The teeth are grinding together, and the Yue girl blows and talks softly.
"That won't work!"
Ying Chengyu shook his head, his face full of displeasure.
"Why should I only make you happy?"
November 21st.
A man in his prime came to Xianyang City without a photo of himself. This is very abnormal.
The body-photo sticker, something similar to an ancient ID card, only existed in the state of Qin. After Qin unified the world, it was only within Hangu Pass.
But no matter where you come from, as long as you enter Hangu Pass, if you want to continue entering, you will definitely be issued a photo ID. When Zhang Liang entered Xianyang, he got a photo ID with Zhang Zi written on it.
But this man didn't take the notice and came all the way to Xianyang. Because he holds a pass order that ordinary sergeants have never seen and only heard about.
Among the education these sergeants received was this: Those who hold the traffic order must not interfere with anything that is not disobedient, and can pass without hindrance.
The city defense force on duty received a traffic order made of colored glaze from the hands of a strong man, as well as certificates issued by many cities in Guanzhong. They did not dare to be careless and reported it to the Internal Affairs Bureau.
Although the glass used to create the pass is about the size of a palm, it is extremely valuable and cannot be obtained by ordinary people. Moreover, it also has the anti-counterfeiting mark of the Qin government printed on it, with the person's name and surname printed on it, making it almost impossible for outsiders to copy it. However, the city defense troops on duty still did not dare to make the decision without permission and let the middle-aged man leave.
The city defense army had never seen a traffic order and did not dare to risk their lives and future. If he reported it, the most he would get would be a complaint. If something happened if he didn't report it, he would be demoted in the lightest case, or lose his life in the worst case.
Soon, the pass order and the strong man were brought to Neishi Mengyi.
Neishi Mengyi took the pass and checked it to make sure it was genuine. He said to the anxious man below, whose clothes were covered with dust:
"Dare to ask for your name."
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice:
"Mao Heng."
Meng Yi, who was born in a general and became a scholar, showed his clear face.
"What are you good at?"
"poetry."
[It matches the list His Majesty gave me. ]
Meng Yi ordered the city defense army:
"Take him to Chang'an Jun's Mansion."
Then he turned to Mao Heng and said:
"Your master is waiting for you at home."
Mao Heng thanked him and hurriedly left with the city defense army.
Meng Yi took the bamboo slips sent by the first emperor from the desk, with names written all over them.
Find the word Mao Heng and cross it out.
He found another blank bamboo slip and picked up his pen.
[Your Majesty, Xunzi’s disciple Mao Heng has arrived. 】
"Send to Xiangbang's Mansion."
"only."
The city defense army left with bamboo slips.
Meng Yi, who was young and had reached the position of internal history of Jiuqing, put away the pass order. According to the bamboo slips given by the First Emperor, the names and surnames were transcribed on the blank bamboo slips one stroke at a time.
After finishing writing, he pointed to the bamboo slips on which the ink was still wet and spoke to the chief historian of the house.
"This bamboo slip is for the city defense troops. If anyone holds a movement order, ask their name. If the movement order is on the bamboo slip, they can go directly to the Chang'an Lord's Mansion."
Chang Shi responded respectfully.
"only."
"Prepare your horses, I want to enter the palace."
"only."
A fast horse set off from Neishi Mansion and quickly arrived at Xianyang Palace along the galloping road where people were not allowed to walk.
But the young scholar was in vain. After his request to see the First Emperor was made public, the CRRC ordered Zhao Gao to tell him in person.
"Your Majesty is not in the palace."
If it were four months ago, Meng Yi would have asked where His Majesty was as a matter of course.
He and his elder brother Meng Tian were childhood playmates of the First Emperor and grew up with him. Others thought it was taboo to ask about the whereabouts of the First Emperor, but in Meng Yi's eyes, it was nothing serious.
But in just a few short months, after my brother was sent to guard Jiuyuan, my father was sent to guard Shangjun, my eldest father was seriously ill when he rushed into the palace wearing armor, and the three great families were slaughtered as chickens by a group of veterans in front of the Tingwei Mansion. .
Meng Yi couldn't ask where His Majesty was.
Taboos are taboos, I, I should not be overly concerned about your whereabouts.
Jun is Jun. Either he played well as a child, or he is really the elder brother.
Everyone has to grow up, unless someone is carrying a heavy burden above their heads.
Handing the pass order to Zhao Gao, Meng Yi said indifferently:
"After Your Majesty returns to the palace, present this to Your Majesty. If you delay for a moment and a half, your life will be in danger."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhao Gao's response, he got on his horse and left. Meng Yi didn't want to interact with Zhao Gao, he felt it was a shame for him.
Regarding Zhao Gao, Meng Yi had the same impression as his brother Meng Tian, and both believed that Zhao Gao was a lucky person. I don’t know if the two brothers grew up together and have similar temperaments, or if one’s thoughts influenced the other.
Zhao Gao stood still and said nothing. Looking at Meng Yi's leaving figure, his eyes were full of gloom.
He first put the pass order made of colored glaze into his arms to prevent his power from getting out of control and crushing the pass order.
"The Meng family... this is the second time."
Chang'an Junfu was originally in the courtyard of Lu Buwei.
The First Emperor was dressed in plain clothes, holding a fishing rod in his hand and leaning on a stone to fish.
He was originally fishing in Xianyang Palace, but there was a problem with the carp in the pond of Xianyang Palace.
These plump carp, which have not been caught all year round and are well-raised, are really easy to catch...
(End of chapter)
