The cool breeze will turn into blazing heat after circulating in Ying Chengyu's body for a week.
There are no plants taller than waist height in this wilderness. It is located in the mostly plain areas of Korea in the Central Plains. This would be a disadvantage in wartime, since there is nothing to defend.
But at this time, this was a good thing, as it allowed Ying Chengyu to see all the way to the horizon without any obstruction.
The soul from two thousand years later looks into the distance and looks up at the stars.
Ying Chengyu was not a professional in astronomy in his previous life, but as a qualified keyboard warrior, he knew that this gorgeous starry sky was different from two thousand years later. Many stars had shifted, although he could not see it.
Just like him.
Just looking at his appearance, you can't see any difference between him and others.
He took a big breath, but it couldn't relieve the depression in his heart. It's like being stuck deep in the ocean, with seawater pouring in from your mouth, making the suffocation feeling even more intense.
This sea is called loneliness.
The Legalism of this era is not the law of later generations.
The Mohism of this era is not the democracy of later generations.
No matter how similar they are, no matter how much they have in common.
Essentially, the two are completely different.
Ying Chengyu lay down on the horse and closed his eyes. The old horse, which knew the map, carried him half asleep back to Xinzheng.
The beautiful girls Qingmei and Dingxiang welcomed out the gate of the magistrate's mansion, carefully supported Ying Chengyu and helped him back into the house.
After Ding Xiang removed Ying Chengyu's shoes and socks, she suddenly felt something strange in front of her. She looked down and saw Ying Chengyu restlessly kicking his numerous fruits.
The slightly worried mood suddenly relaxed, and she leaned forward a little to give her son a better touch, and smiled softly:
"Why did the young master come back so late today?"
Ying Chengyu had deep eyes and a serious look on his face.
"With stars hanging over the plains, I am deeply immersed in the natural scenery and cannot extricate myself. I have many insights and never want to leave."
Qingmei, who went to fetch water for Ying Chengyu's feet, was holding a basin of water that she felt was cold, but her son felt that the temperature was just right - the water temperature for women's baths was generally slightly higher than that for men.
Then I heard my young master bullying his sister while speaking sternly and paradoxically.
He grabbed Ying Cheng's feet, pressed them hard into the wooden basin, and rubbed them gently with his hands, with a half-smile on his face.
"Young master has so many insights, can you express them in words?"
Ying Chengyu raised his head at a thirty-degree angle with a profound look on his face.
"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down."
"Cai, the young master is amazing."
Ding Xiang chuckled and praised, her rosy face so beautiful.
His sister Qingmei whispered:
"Just get used to him."
Then he raised his voice and teased:
"Only Qingmei has heard of it. This is the seventh time that the young master has stolen a line from "Li Sao" written by Qu Yuan."
"Hey~"
Ying Chengyu played the long note unhappily. He supported his body with his left hand and sat up. The index finger of his right hand swayed like a pendulum. His face had an expression that said, "You are a little girl, what do you know?"
"How can a scholar's affairs be called stealing?"
"Yes, yes, it's called learning~"
Qingmei rolled her cute eyes, also made a long sound, took off the clean cloth hanging on her shoulders, wrapped her young master's feet and wiped them carefully.
In just a few words, Qingmei had finished washing Ying Chengyu's feet.
Because her man, her son-in-law, has never liked foot washing since he was a child.
He took out the small bench that had been prepared long ago and nailed it with three layers of animal skins. He lifted the young master's feet and put it on it.
The twin sisters Qingmei and Dingxiang, one on the left and the other on the right, pressed the acupuncture points on Ying Chengyu's feet - their young master did not like foot washing, but he liked foot massage very much.
The two women who have served Ying Chengyun from a child to a man, from Young Master Chenglong to the Lord of Chang'an, and the people next to Ying Chengyuan all feel that their young master is in a good mood today.
Ying Chengyu groaned comfortably and lay back on the bed.
Close his eyes so that he no longer has to hide the loneliness deep in his eyes.
The road is long and far away, I will search up and down... Ying Chengxiao thought silently.
He doesn't bring the pressure home with him.
Most men are like this, reporting good things but not bad things.
The next day, it was still dark.
A scientist dressed in sackcloth had already stood outside the door of Ying Chengyu's residence in the Xinzheng County Governor's Mansion.
An hour later.
Lu Goujian, the sweeping monk who volunteered to protect Ying Chengyu, swept the clean courtyard. From time to time, I look up at the scientist and tilt my head towards the room - why don't I call you?
The scientist shook his head every time and just stood there waiting.
Lu Goujian could only sigh softly, then lowered his head, and used the broom that looked ordinary, but in fact had a long handle made of heavy fine iron, to scratch seemingly casually.
Jun Shang, who was not very talented in martial arts, once wrote in a book that there are four realms of swordsmanship - unparalleled sharpness, lifting a light weight as if it were a heavy weight, lifting a heavy weight as if it were a light weight, and the man and sword becoming one.
The former best swordsman in the world didn't know how his lord came up with this idea, but he thought it made sense. At least he practiced accordingly. Not only did his martial arts not decline with age, but he also made further progress and improved a lot.
Today, Lu Goujian also doesn't understand why the scientist who is usually the most hated by the emperor, but is actually the best friend of the emperor, stands in front of the door as a punishment.
Since being distributed to various cities in Korea, Ying Chengyu has resumed the good habit of not sleeping until he wakes up naturally. He usually wakes up at the end of the morning, which is nine o'clock.
But now it's just the end of Yin Dynasty, it's five o'clock in the morning, and it's just dawn. The scientists have to wait until Ying Chenglong, at least another two hours.
In the past, time was most important, and scientists with strong hands-on ability raced against time when developing and creating.
Like a standing green pine, he stood outside Ying Chengxuan's house without saying a word, nor letting anyone in to inform him.
The rising sun is in the sky, and the newborn sun wakes up the silent world.
Ying Chengyu, wearing a thin coat and shuffling shoes, walked quickly to the scientist, took the scientist's hand, dragged him inside, and complained:
"Why don't you wake me up?"
The scientist's body was overwhelmed by the force, and he followed Ying Chengyu and answered the wrong questions.
"I'll be Qin Mo when I come back."
Ying Chengyu paused, and the scientist took a step forward before stopping.
Ying Chengyu changed direction, pulled the scientist out of the house, and then pulled the scientist through the gate of the county governor's house. The two of them talked as they walked.
"Although Ying Chengyu lacks Qin Mo, the world also lacks a Mohist giant."
"What I said yesterday, the scenery of Yiyang, do you hate it?"
"Absolutely disgusted."
"In that case, why do you still want me to stay in Yiyang?"
"I want to see it again."
"I don't understand your Majesty's intention."
"Hundreds of families manage their own affairs, each with their own strengths and weaknesses. I want to learn from each other's strengths to make up for the weaknesses."
Scientists understand.
The Mohist family is also one of the hundreds, and it is the most prominent one among the hundreds.
"Go back, you have governed Yiyang very well."
Those poor people who kept pouring into Yiyang, wearing rags and rags, with no hope for their future life, kept popping up in Ying Chengyu's mind.
"At least it's good for now."
Except for the Mohist family, no one can treat these poor people equally. No other county can open its doors and happily welcome these refugees.
Ying Chengyu was angry at what scientists said, that suffering creates success.
The poor at the bottom will not be angry.
I can have the shelter of Yiyang and live in the city of Yiyang.
There is light in their eyes.
They have smiles on their faces.
They were overjoyed.
Thoughts can be lofty, but they cannot be separated from the people in need. Those in power should listen to the voices of the people.
After seeing off the scientists, Ying Chengxuan went home and got dressed and put on a bamboo hat under the service of Qingmei and Dingxiang.
"Where are you going, Master?"
Ding Xiang adjusted Ying Chengyu's collar, her big beautiful eyes not missing any fold. Even if Ying Chengyu walked out of this door, everything she took care of would be in vain.
"Nanyang."
Ying Chengyu looked at the bronze mirror to see if the hanging black gauze could completely block his appearance.
"What are you going to do, find another Yue girl?"
Qingmei pouted.
She is very hostile to Yue women and does not hide it at all.
In her opinion, Yue girls are representatives of willfulness and willfulness, always causing trouble for their own young masters.
"Wow, can you guess this?"
Ying Chengxuan pretended to be surprised, took another photo of his maid, raised her butt, and ran out quickly.
Without Ying Chengyu who always liked to use his hands and feet, the blush that often appeared on Ding Xiang's face slowly faded away.
"Nanyang."
she said to herself.
Qingmei, who has a more outgoing personality than her sister, rubbed her numb and sore buttocks and said casually:
"The county magistrate is Fu Sheng and is controlled by Confucianism."
A sneer formed at the corner of his mouth, and his red and plump lips made the harshness completely downplayed.
"That group of Confucian scholars who have not achieved much are worthy of the young master to go there in person. Don't they have a memorial?"
Except for Yiyang, which is controlled by scientists, the detailed information of each city is updated every three days, and the governor of Xinzheng will forcibly present the tables and tables in the houses and halls where Ying Chengyu lives.
"I asked Mr. Lu. This morning, the scientist came before time. He waited until Mr. Lu got up..."
Something must have happened yesterday... Lilac was very sure.
The reason why he said half of it was because he was afraid that his younger sister, who was not stable enough, would investigate privately and interfere with the young master's work.
Qingmei took a shallow breath, closed and opened her eyes, and said slightly dissatisfied:
"Sister, you are hesitant to speak here. Do you think I didn't expect that something happened yesterday? Do you think I am a fool?"
"If you weren't stupid, how could you have allowed Yue Nu to win over Lu Changxuan, Lu Pheasant, and Lu Yu."
The same plump lips were slowly raised, and the moist luster was tempting. Lilac laughed at her sister.
"Those three girls were all brought back to Xianyang from Shanxian County, but now they are all learning swordsmanship from the Yue girls. You, you have learned many things about bed and bed, and have forgotten the secret way to survive."
Yue Nu now teaches the three daughters Lu Changjiao, Lu Pheasant and Lu Yu how to practice swordsmanship every day.
Of course, except for the Yue Nv Sword, which is not allowed to be spread to outsiders - Yue Nv, whose swordsmanship is more lethal than Gai Nie's, knows many sword skills.
Although he and the three daughters of the Lu family do not have the status of master and apprentice, they are already masters and apprentices and get along with each other every day.
"There are no secret guards now, it's called Liusha now. Besides, who would have thought that those three girls like swordsmanship."
Qingmei grimaced and spoke harshly.
Although she knew her sister was changing the subject, she was really troubled by it.
The problem that occurred with Ying Chengyu was unknown. She hadn't investigated it yet, so she didn't know exactly what it was, so naturally she couldn't solve it.
But her own problem is clear - the teammates she brought back have switched to their opponents.
Qingmei felt very uncomfortable.
"I originally thought that Ping'er was the competitor, but I am very happy that she stayed with the queen and did not follow the young master.
"If I had known that the three daughters of the Lu family would be won over by a savage woman who goes her own way and doesn't think about the consequences, it would be better to share the son with Ping'er."
…………
Afang Palace.
Among the concubines in the harem, only Queen Afang's palace is named after her.
Even Crown Prince Ying Fusu's biological mother, Concubine Zheng Zhengshan, did not have this honor.
Someone once took advantage of the fact that the First Emperor stayed in his room for two more nights, whispered softly on his pillow, and made a request to name the palace after his name.
The next day, the first emperor's concubine, who had slept for ten days in January, fell ill with a cold - an acute cold that Xia Wuqi couldn't cure, the kind that could kill her in less than half an hour.
The girls in the harem were quails for a month before they knew the cause of the incident - from the mouth of the eunuch of the Jingshifang.
The eunuchs in Jingshifang are all emasculated people, and they are all weak martial arts masters.
Their duty was to observe and write down the records of the king's sexual intercourse.
In addition to recording the year, month, and day, you must also write down clearly the time at which you will have sex.
When the monarch of the Qin State has sex, he must be witnessed by the eunuchs of the Jingshifang.
This is not to say that all the kings of Qin had any quirks. In fact, most dynasties in history had departments similar to the Jingshifang, which was to prevent the monarch from being assassinated.
Most men lose their guard when charging, and the emperor is no exception. This time is theoretically the best time to assassinate.
This was a common thing at the time, but when a certain person found out about it, it went viral.
A certain person was shocked and couldn't understand, calling him a pervert and a playboy.
King Qin Zhaoxiang personally explained the reason to him. A certain Shuzi understood quickly, but he still couldn't accept it and asked his grandfather to change all the eunuchs in the Jingshifang to women.
"Then what if my grandfather is abducted to the bed because of his sexual nature? Who will protect my grandfather?"
"Instead of an older woman."
"How long will it take?"
"forty?"
"It's time to be plump."
"Fifty, no, sixty!"
"This is really old, but at such an old age, does he still have some strength? Can he still protect his grandfather?"
"...Then find an ugly, strong woman."
King Qin Zhaoxiang laughed loudly and touched his great-great-grandson's head.
"You have to be ugly, have good martial arts skills, and be loyal. It's not difficult to find one of these three, but it's hard to find two, and it's even more difficult to have all three."
The eunuchs in the Jingshifang were all trained by the Ying clan from childhood. Only after they were absolutely loyal to the king could they cut off the roots of right and wrong and gain the honor of watching the King of Qin's charge.
There is a natural strength gap between men and women. Training a qualified ugly female eunuch is obviously much more difficult than training a male eunuch.
"If you want to realize what you want, the easiest way is to take the latter two. Appearance is not important, as long as it ruins the face. But when I see a face covered with scars, my grandfather will mention it in bed. I can’t afford sex anymore.”
King Qin Zhaoxiang flicked the loach that his great-great-grandson had not yet grown into.
"Can you mention sex?"
"..."
"If my grandfather can't do it, I won't have your great father. If my great father can't do it, I won't have your father. If my father can't do it, I won't have you. So, why don't you still like to respect the eunuch?"
King Qin Zhaoxiang looked at his great-great-grandson who still didn't know the beauty of men and women and couldn't show off his power and said with a smile.
(End of chapter)
