Outside the palace gate, Cheng Jiao was intercepted by a group of servants.
Chengjiao shouted: "Get out of the way, this palace is Chang'an Jun Chengjiao, the second son of the late king, a group of rootless eunuchs, what qualifications do you have to stop this palace?"
"Bah, you are a bully dog!"
The group of servants around him were really bitter: "Even if the servants have eight heads, they dare not stop you. It is really the matter of the inner palace that we, the king, cannot decide. The Queen Mother's temper, you I also know...it's not as good as one day..."
"Pooh!"
Cheng Jiao raised his foot and kicked them, pointing at their noses and scolding, "You have no roots, and it's not like you don't have a mother. If your mother is insulted, can you still sit idly by and ignore it?!"
His mother, Mrs. Han, had been bullied in the harem for many days.
Ever since Zhao Ji recovered from her illness last time, she didn’t know what kind of cold wind she had, and she was bullying his mother in different ways every day!
After all, she is a lowly child born into a geisha.
The methods used were all dirty and despicable. Not only did he falsely accuse his mother of stealing, but he also falsely accused his mother of stealing.
His mother was such a pure and pure Korean princess, the legitimate daughter of the hairpin family.
Zhao Ji just wants to live with the Prime Minister. Do she really think that all the women in the world surrender to men's crotches with her and are as slutty as she is?
Cheng Jiao gritted his teeth and his eyes were about to spit out fire.
But there was no way, Zhao Ji was the Queen Regent, and after giving birth to Queen Qin, her status as a geisha who was sent back and forth rose with the tide, and she had the power to cover the sky with one hand in the harem.
Even if something is done unfairly, no one dares to stop him.
There are a bunch of slaves in the palace who rely on human power, and the only one who can dissuade him is Cheng Jiao himself.
However, he has a fiefdom outside and cannot return to the palace to visit his mother often.
After knowing that his mother was not doing well, Cheng Jiao simply stayed in Xianyang Palace.
But after all, she couldn't stay long, and before he left, the Queen Mother repeated her old tricks.
After several times, he couldn't enter the palace frequently. After all, there were many restrictions on him entering the palace.
Helpless and helpless, Cheng Jiao could only go to the Xiangguo Mansion to make trouble with Lu Buwei, and go to Xianyang Palace to make trouble with the King of Qin.
The servants said with red faces and angrily: "All slaves are born from their mothers, but slaves are just slaves, and they dare not have the majesty of His Highness."
"Bah!" Cheng Jiao cursed fiercely, "You are a bunch of spineless cowards. You are cowards, but this palace is not cowards!"
"Your Majesty announces that Lord Chang'an has entered the palace——"
At this time, Zhao Gao raised his high-pitched voice and walked out.
He smiled and said to Cheng Jiao, who was impatient to wait, "Your Highness, Your Majesty is waiting for you inside."
Cheng Jiao raised his eyelids and glanced at the group of servants, then straightened the purple gold jade crown on his head, "Humph."
Zhao Gao was still smiling and couldn't find any mistakes.
Entering the hall, Cheng Jiao saw his brother Wang.
His royal brother had not even changed into his court clothes. He stood like an eagle on the jade steps, but there were still a few wrinkles on the royal clothes, as if they had been stained by someone.
Cheng Jiao withdrew his gaze, knelt down and saluted, "I pay my respects to Brother Wang."
"Get up."
There was no one else in the hall at this time. Ying Zheng looked at his young, energetic and somewhat impetuous minister, and behaved indifferently, "Are you looking for me because of Mrs. Han's affairs again?"
Cheng Jiao stood up suddenly and gritted his teeth and said: "My mother was insulted, but as the King of Qin, you turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye. What's the point of asking Brother Wang? Is it the Queen Mother who listens to Brother Wang? Or the Prime Minister listens to Brother Wang?"
Ying Zheng looked at him with a sense of oppression unconsciously.
"These days, I have figured it out myself. In the final analysis, I am just a Lord of Chang'an. I have not made any achievements on the battlefield, otherwise I would not let outsiders say anything!"
Cheng Jiao couldn't hold back his anger, and veins popped out on his forehead, "The great Qin Dynasty has always relied on its military achievements to stand on its own. If you want to have the right to speak, I should ask the prime minister for orders to attack Zhao!"
Ying Zheng's eyes became extremely sharp, "Father Zhong agrees to let you attack Zhao?"
"The Prime Minister began to reject it again and again, claiming that my younger brother could not take on such a big responsibility."
"Later, my brother took the military book to argue with the prime minister. The prime minister was impressed by my military ability. General Meng Ao, who had just gone to attack Zhao, encountered obstacles, so he ordered my brother to lead an army of 50,000 to serve as backup. As the coach, General Fan Yuqi will be the deputy commander!"
Ying Zheng's eyes flashed: "Mrs. Han knows about your expedition?"
Cheng Jiao said: "No, I didn't tell my mother. She is a woman who lives in the palace. Leading troops to fight is what a man should do."
"Don't forget, you are also raised by a woman." Ying Zheng said with focused eyes.
"Brother Wang, don't try to suppress my brother's desire to serve the country!" Cheng Jiao said sarcastically, "My brother has made up his mind. He would rather die on the battlefield than become a puppet."
Cheng Jiao lowered his head and said, "Brother Wang, don't try to persuade me! I only agree to this. If my brother comes back victorious this time, I want to exchange my merits for my mother to come out of the palace and stay for a long time. If unfortunately... I hope the king Brother Duojia takes care of my brother’s mother.”
"Leading troops to fight?"
Ying Zheng said coldly: "You are only more than ten years old. How many battles have you fought? How many times have you seen blood? There is a lot of ink in your stomach, but it is just more than a hundred miles of land that South Korea handed over to you. You You really think you are invincible."
Cheng Jiao didn't listen at all, and he said in a sonorous tone: "Throughout the ages, there are not a few people who became famous at a young age."
"In the Battle of Chengpu, the unknown Cheng Daxin led 600 men to kill tens of thousands of enemy troops. He became famous in one battle. He was only fifteen years old!"
"General Bai Qi, when he was fighting thousands of enemies on the battlefield, he was only sixteen years old!"
"They are like this. This palace is Chengjiao, the Lord of Chang'an of the Qin State. He was born on a high mountain and will face the abyss of a hundred blades!"
Ying Zheng sneered: "I don't know how thick the sky is."
He was completely disappointed with Cheng Jiao. Such a dull and radical person would not be of much use if he lived. "Mrs. Han, I will take care of you, so you can go on your own."
Cheng Jiao knelt down and said, "Young and young, I don't realize it. My mother and my younger brother have repeatedly collided with Brother Wang. I hope Brother Wang will not blame you."
With that said, he stood up and left with his chest puffed out.
The hall gradually became quiet, and Ying Zheng took down the Lu Lu sword hanging on the wall.
"Zheng——"
This is the royal sword of the kings of Qin in the past. It was also the sword given to Bai Qi at that time. Bai Qi led the soldiers of the Qin army to fight to the death with Zhao in the Battle of Changping.
Later, Bai Qi also used this sword to kill himself.
The sword is more than four feet long and extremely sharp.
Ying Zheng pulled out the sword, and as he pulled it out, there was a faint sound of dragon roar, and he saw the light of indifference and cruelty floating in his narrow eyes.
There is no family affection and no mercy.
*
Cheng Jiao led 50,000 Qin troops to support General Meng Ao, who was still confronting the Zhao people.
Halfway through the march, they buried a pot and cooked a meal, and then stationed themselves at Tunliu.
Plan how to send troops to support General Meng Ao, who is facing a standoff at the front.
The team outside the tent was patrolling. Inside the tent, Cheng Jiao, still wearing his armor and a big black gold cloak, was lighting an oil lamp and looking at the infantry defense map.
Fan Yuqi, who was sitting next to him, was already wearing soft armor, stretched and yawned.
"Ugh... Ouch... Ha."
Cheng Jiao frowned, "You guys, I sent you here to assist our palace. Now that our palace is encountering difficulties, you just have no plan here and are still lazy. Is this your military discipline as a general?!"
Fan Yuqi immediately straightened his back, which gave him some face.
"You can't hold a loud fart in your mouth, but you can't just let it go. Chang'an-kun has to give his butthole some time."
Chengjiao couldn't stand the vulgar stench.
Adding to his anger over the hesitation about the battle situation, he clenched his fist and slammed it on the case, and cursed angrily: "Fan Yuqi! Don't think that this palace is weak and easy to bully. Do you believe that this palace will ask someone to kill you right now?" Drag him out, drag him out and handle him under military law!"
Fan Yuqi rubbed the mud on his hands, "Weak and easy to bully? The general never thought that he could let South Korea give up more than a hundred feet of land. The famous Chang'an Lord is weak and easy to bully."
Cheng Jiao's face softened a little, "Forget it, good strategies can't come out at once. You are the general of the Qin State, and I don't want to embarrass you too much."
Cheng Jiao gave him enough steps, but Fan Yuqi couldn't get down at all.
"I'm just curious, General Chang'an. You are a young boy like Chang'an. Have you ever led an army in a war?"
"You've been here looking at a blueprint for a long time, half-understanding but embarrassed to speak. Even if you understand it, the situation is changing rapidly, so you need to be smart and sophisticated. Even if you understand a shitty blueprint, what will happen?"
Before he could change his face, Fan Yuqi flashed his two rows of teeth and smiled sternly, "The battlefield is like a cemetery. This is not a place where Lord Chang'an studies diligently. The swords on this battlefield don't have eyes."
"boom!"
Cheng Jiao's face turned livid and he kicked Chang An down.
The bamboo slips on top fell to the ground with a crash, and he suddenly pulled Fan Yuqi's collar, "Fan Yuqi, are you looking for death?!"
"It doesn't matter if the general is dead. I'm afraid that Lord Chang'an has been framed by someone and is seeking death without knowing it!"
Fan Yuqi said ferociously, "If Lord Chang'an is far away from Xianyang and dies on the battlefield, he will just be buried and given a title."
"And the foundation of the Qin Kingdom for generations will be ruined by your recklessness! Even if you, Chang'an Lord, are underground, how can you have the face to meet the Holy Spirit of the late king! How can you have the face to meet your own grandfather, a great hero of the generation? King Zhao of Qin! Alas! This generation of Qin is going to perish!"
"What...what do you mean, what are you talking nonsense!" Cheng Jiao scolded, "For saying such disrespectful words, Fan Yuqi, you are crazy!"
"Huh! You're not crazy!"
Fan Yuqi said, "If you finally behead me, I'll behead you, but I just can't bear the fact that profiteers are in power in the court now, and they are acting recklessly, trying to use bastards to gain power, and they also want to kill the only direct bloodline of the late king."
Cheng Jiao's eyes widened: "What?"
He said sonorously: "I'm afraid Chang'an Lord doesn't know that the current Qin King Ying Zheng is a bastard!"
Cheng Jiao said in shock: "What the hell are you talking about?! What a bastard."
"Hmph, a bastard child born of a geisha who had sex with a cheap merchant! The bastard merchant sent the geisha with whom he had been seeded to the late king, and the late king appreciated it. The cheap businessman rose through the ranks and became the prime minister, and the prostitute became the queen mother."
"They teamed up and used this trick to poison the legitimate heir. Now that the heir is about to die, they no longer have any worries, and the Qin Kingdom will never see the light of day again. Okay, it's really good!"
"Nonsense!"
Cheng Jiao's face turned green and white and he pushed him.
But he looks like a savage named Fan Yuqi.
Cheng Jiao took a few steps back and said angrily: "That's nonsense. You, a majestic general, should be able to make your own judgment! How can the wind be the rain?"
Fan Yuqi picked up the long sword next to him and cut his palm, causing blood to fly.
Cheng Jiao pointed at him and said: "You...you...what are you going to do?!"
Fan Yuqi wiped his face with his bleeding palms, and half of his face was instantly blood red, as if an evil ghost had reappeared.
He raised four fingers and said, "Fan Yuqi swears an oath here. Everything he says is loyal to the royal family and to the Qin State. If he tells a lie, he will be decapitated and will be infamy for thousands of years!"
After all, Cheng Jiao had never seen any blood, and he had never seen such a scene before.
He looked at the sword held tightly in Fan Yuqi's hand and the ferocious aura exuding from his body, and swallowed, "General Fan, tell me!"
"Mr. Chang'an, haven't you ever thought about it? Why can Lu Buwei, a lowly businessman, be so powerful and create such a legend?"
"No...I don't know."
"If King Qin Xiaowen was still alive, how could Lu Buwei, as a disciple of the prince, gain power so easily."
Fan Yuqi said: "But King Qin Xiaowen only reigned for three days, and he collapsed so quickly."
"If the late king was still alive, Lu Buwei would only serve as the prime minister of the country. With Mrs. Huayang and the late king restricting him in many ways, he would only be a minister serving orders. How could he cover the sky with just one hand?"
"But there is something strange. The late king only reigned for three years before he collapsed!"
"Three days, three years, how could there be such a strange coincidence? The beneficiary is none other than that cheap businessman who harbors evil intentions!"
"As long as you die, Lord Chang'an, he will have peace of mind from now on!"
Cheng Jiao was slapped on the head and face repeatedly, and his eyes began to flicker.
Fan Yuqi took advantage of the heat and said again, "Chang'an Lord, you are the destined King of Qin. How could you allow the son of a lowly merchant to be regarded as a loner? You can only be a small Chang'an Lord and be inferior to others. How can you still That’s why that prostitute slandered Mrs. Han!”
Speaking of Mrs. Han, Cheng Jiao's expression changed slightly, and he finally said, "But the royal decree issued by my father clearly stated that Brother Wang should be the King of Qin."
"Mr. Chang'an, it is inevitable that a person's mind will become dizzy when he is dying. This is obviously a trick used by the adulterer and adulteress!"
Fan Yuqi looked at him closely and said, "The dragon is the dragon, the dragon is the dragon, the dragon is the dragon, the dragon is the snake, and the dragon is the first of the four sacred snakes."
"Jiao is a dragon. The late king named him this way because he wanted to pass the name on to you, the Lord of Chang'an."
"The dragon, the dragon, soars across the sea, becoming the king and hegemon, symbolizing Qin's ambition to go eastward! The late king understood it so well, is it possible that Lord Chang'an still doesn't understand his ambition?"
Cheng Jiao's mind was still spinning at first, but now it was completely frozen.
Yes.
Before Ying Zheng came back.
Everyone in the Qin State regarded themselves as the future King of Qin, but as soon as Ying Zheng came back, everything changed, everything changed...
Even when his mother, Mrs. Han, looked at him, she went from being doting in the past to being as disappointed as a knife now.
"If you go forward, you will definitely die. If you resist now, you will fight against the traitors!"
Seeing that the dragon was loose, Fan Yuqi pierced the ground with the tip of his sword. He knelt down and said solemnly, "General Fan Yuqi bows to the King of Qin. Long live the King of Qin! Long live the King of Qin!"
Cheng Jiao was numb all over and sat down on the chair.
