Huang didn't have any bad feelings toward Yingyu, nor did he have much favorable impressions. He had always stayed away from women.
Fourteen years old, a teenager.
It is the age of striving for career.
"Master, the ox cart is ready, do you want to set off now?" Master Zi looked at Huang and the aggrieved Ying Yu and said in a low voice.
"Princess, I have something to do, so I'll excuse you now." He apologized to Yingyu, walked out of the mansion, boarded the ox cart and drove away.
"Hmph, cheapskate!"
Yingyu has never suffered such grievances since she was a child. She was so ignored and avoided as if it was a serious illness.
She just felt that the bullying was too much, and she felt extremely wronged. The huge gap caused a trace of resentment in her heart.
Since Huang wanted to avoid it, she would make it inevitable for Huang to avoid it.
When a vindictive woman stares at you, trouble will ensue.
"Master, is it not good for you to treat the princess like this?" Master Ziche smiled bitterly and asked Huang.
Hearing this, Huang smiled and joked, "What? Do you like Yingyu?"
"I don't like it, we are not from the same world."
Master Ziche shook his head. He knew how it was possible for a woman from the Ying clan to marry a side branch.
"Haha, actually it is not impossible for you. Although there is a gap in your status, most women from the public and royal families are used for political marriages."
Huang smiled meaningfully: "When you are so powerful that Qin cannot ignore it, you can have that woman if you want her."
"As for Yingyu, there is a high probability that she will marry Wei Yang, haha..."
Master Ziche had met Wei Yang, and he was also aware of Huang's high regard for Wei Yang. There was a high probability that Qin's future reforms would be led by Wei Yang.
Under such circumstances, only by marrying the Duke of Qin and Wei Yang can they trust each other and ensure that Wei Yang is devoted to Qin.
The oxcart rumbled forward, and when it was about to reach the political hall, the driver suddenly spoke and said in a low voice: "The head of the family, a husband with the surname Ying in Qin can also ascend to the throne!"
"Ha ha……"
With a loud laugh, Huang jumped off the bullock cart and walked into the political hall without looking back. He had no idea about the throne.
too tired.
Many emperors were too tired.
Mingjun is exhausted. Although Hunjun can eat, drink and have fun, he only enjoys it with his life, which is far less free than him, the master of the country.
Being a king or an emperor, even if you hold the power of life and death, you are doomed to a life of misery. Being born into a royal family is not necessarily a good thing.
The name of the First Emperor has been passed down through the ages, but the misery he encountered in his life was unprecedented.
After extinguishing his thoughts, Huang had already walked into the political hall. At this moment, Ying Quliang was dealing with political affairs. When he saw Huang walking in, he couldn't help but chuckle: "National Master, are you back?"
"Your Majesty."
Smiling at Ying Quliang, Huang sat down on the empty sofa, looked at the piles of bamboo slips on his desk, and shook his head.
Ying Quliang is too cruel.
When he was guarding the Tibetan Chamber in Luoyang, he was not so ruthless. No wonder Ying Quliang could conquer Qin. In this life, in addition to talent, one also needs to work hard enough.
"Yingyu went to the imperial master's house, didn't she cause any trouble to the imperial master?" Ying Quliang put down the bamboo slips, took a sip of herbal tea and said.
Uncle Hei poured a cup of water, Huang took a sip, and responded: "The princess is very smart, and we get along quite well."
"Ha ha……"
With a loud laugh, Ying Quliang took a deep look at Huang, with a rather meaningful look on his face.
He is Yingyu's second brother, so he naturally knows Yingyu's character, and he doesn't believe a word of the nonsense.
There are some things that you just need to be aware of, but putting them on the table will hurt your feelings. Ying Quliang changed the subject: "The Imperial Master has entered the political affairs hall. What happened?"
He knew very well that although Huang was the master of the Qin State, he had always been in the Three Treasures Hall for no reason. Every time he took the initiative to enter the Political Affairs Hall, there was something wrong.
"It's nothing serious. I just came over to see you. I heard that there has been some restlessness in the court these days?"
Huang's tone became solemn, and he turned to Ying Quliang and said, "Do you want me to take action and clean up a batch for you?"
"No need, if we want to suppress them forcefully, I would have already suppressed them. Political disputes in the court should not be bloody."
Ying Quliang shook his head and warned with a solemn face: "Once the court fight sees blood, it will undoubtedly be a bad start. In the future, the Qin State's court will be stained red with blood again and again."
"Today's court situation, I can still control it, and I won't take that step."
Hearing this, Huang also nodded.
He understands Ying Quliang's concerns. There are many such examples in history.
Tang Taizong Li Shimin ascended to the throne through the Xuanwu Gate Incident. During the entire Li and Tang dynasties, every change of throne was filled with killings.
The reason for all this is because Li Er made a bad start.
Obviously, Ying Quliang didn't want to make such a bad start. At the same time, he was extremely confident in himself. He believed that the situation of the Qin Dynasty was under his control.
"Since your Majesty is confident, I won't worry anymore." Huang said his purpose with a smile, and Ying Quliang couldn't help but look over.
"National Master, can you seek immortality?"
"Who knows!" Huang shook his head. He couldn't give Ying Quliang an answer. He was silent for a while and then said to himself: "Some things, you just have to give it a try to know the result."
"Just like your Majesty believes that he will definitely conquer Qin, I am the master of the Qin State. If I don't seek immortality, I always feel that I am missing something?"
"Ha ha……"
Ying Quliang laughed and nodded after a while: "National Master, go ahead with peace of mind. Over at the mansion, Guhui has asked Uncle Hei to take care of you. You don't have to worry."
"good."
Huang left.
Ying Quliang shook his head with a smile, and then continued to look through the bamboo slips. He and Huang both knew each other's thoughts. In the Qin State, both the emperor and the master must be aloof.
Unless Huang is willing to resign and hold a specific official position in the court, if he intervenes in government affairs as a national advisor, there will be a backlash.
"Uncle Hei, after the Imperial Master leaves, have people keep an eye on the Imperial Master's Mansion. Don't let some blind people offend the Imperial Master."
"promise."
After walking out of the political hall, Huang rode an ox cart to the mansion. Along the way, Huang was silent. In the Luoyang Cangsuo Room, he saw some secrets.
It’s not just my handwriting.
There are also some records about the world's hegemony, but most of them are unclear. From a few words, he can guess a thing or two.
Behind the sudden rise of the little tyrant Zheng Zhuanggong in the Spring and Autumn Period is anything but simple.
Throughout the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, only Duke Zheng Zhuang rose rapidly from a small and weak country to become a lifelong overlord.
Since the death of Duke Zhuang of Zheng, the country of Zheng has begun to sunset. All of this is a bit unusual.
Huang looked through too many bamboo slips in the storage room. Most of the records on them were normal. They were nothing more than reusing wise ministers, wise kings, etc.
After living in this era for a long time, it became clear to Huang that this record was just to blind the eyes of the world.
