My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 2 Fusu Resigns
The first year of the first emperor.

Xianyang City, Chang'an Monarch's Mansion.

"Fusu pays homage to Lord Chang'an."

Ying Fusu, who was wearing a clean and tidy black robe without a single wrinkle from top to bottom, gave a deep salute to Ying Chengyu, who was disheveled and yawning at the door.

"What is it called Chang'an Jun? Uncle is scalding his mouth, right? You know how to engage in these red tapes." Ying Chengxun was speechless.

My eldest nephew is always so heretic, and I don't know what's going on in my head?

He glanced at the back of Ying Fusu. He had a heroic face, his brows were full of evil spirits, and he stood upright. He was neither humble nor overbearing and rude.

"Look at Meng Tian, ​​he doesn't react much when he sees me."

Meng Tian raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of disdain, he didn't even bother to hide it.

You haven't accomplished an inch in Great Qin, so why do you want this general to salute you?
Apart from good background, what else do you have to praise?

If it wasn't for the eldest son who insisted on coming to say goodbye, why should I come to this poor place like yours?
In the state of Qin, Ying Chengxun, the half-brother of the First Emperor, was synonymous with trash.

The court of Qin State recognized that Ying Chengxue had nothing but a good background.

"Uncle, etiquette cannot be abandoned. The master said, if you are respectful but not polite, you will be tired..."

"To shut up."

Ying Fusu's long speech was over before it even started.

His uncle was not moved by him, but impatient.

"Can you come in?"

Ying Chengxi is a time traveler.

As a modern man who once lived in an advanced, liberal, democratic world.

What he hates the most are these messy etiquettes, especially the ancient ones respected by Confucianism.

Salute every meeting, salute every meal, salute every time you want to go to the bathroom!

Are you annoying!

But his eldest nephew, Ying Fusu, likes to do this.

Every time his uncle and nephew met, Ying Fusu treated him not as a relative, but as a title.

A good uncle doesn't call me, but I have to call him Mr. Chang'an, what's wrong with him, I still don't listen!
Ying Fusu smiled wryly and nodded.

If he persisted, Ying Chengxi would really shut him out.

His uncle can definitely do it!
The three entered the mansion gate and walked into the lobby.

As soon as he entered the lobby, Ying Chengxun lay lazily on the bed, as if he had schizophrenia.

"Eldest nephew, are you tired from carrying around all day? When you come to uncle's house, come however you feel comfortable, and lie down!"

Meng Tian's eyes showed contempt again.

Qin State does not pay attention to red tape, but it does not mean that there is no etiquette.

In public places like this, no matter the host or guest, they can only sit on their knees.

Knowing his uncle's temperament, Ying Fusu sat kneeling on the floor with his back straight.

"Uncle, it's fine if I just sit down, I won't be tired."

But Meng Tian couldn't stand it.

He is the most trusted general of the first emperor, and he has no fear of Ying Chengxu, the emperor's younger brother.

"Not everyone in Daqin is as undisciplined as Lord Chang'an!"

Ying Chengxun glanced at Meng Tian, ​​put his hands behind his head, and raised his legs.

"This is my home, I can do whatever I want. If I like it, I will stay, if I don't like it, I will leave."

Meng Tian was furious, his sword eyebrows were erected.

A stick!How dare you insult me ​​like this? !
Just as he was about to get angry, Ying Fusu beside him immediately stopped him with his arms crossed, his gaze a bit stern.

Seeing Ying Fusu's face, Meng Tian suppressed his anger and did not explode.

In fact, if Meng Tian insisted on having an attack, Ying Fusu would have nothing to do.

Born in the state of Qin, where military exploits are the only ones, Meng Tian is a new generation leader of the Qin army, with a very high prestige.

Except for the first emperor Yingzheng, he has sufficient capital to face anyone.

Naturally, Ying Fusu also understood this, and nodded gratefully to Meng Tian to express his gratitude.

Meng Tian shook his head slightly, indicating that it is not necessary.

"Come here! Serve the food! Didn't you see my eldest nephew coming!"

Ying Chengxue shouted.

Ying Fusu glanced at Meng Tian, ​​a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he coughed lightly.

"Fusu came here not to grab a meal, but to bid farewell to uncle."

"Farewell?" Ying Chengxu became serious.

If his eldest nephew can come here to bid farewell, then the place to go must be very far away.

The world is unified, and when it is time to establish a prince, the eldest nephew is far away from the center of Qin?
What is this operation?
Sitting up, he looked back and forth between Ying Fusu and Meng Tian.

The eldest nephew and Meng Tian got together.

He frowned.

"Don't tell me, you were sent to the frontier by the emperor."

Meng Tian's anger still persisted, and he was surprised again.

Ying Chengyu didn't attend the court meeting, so how did he know that the eldest son was sent to the county?

After the court meeting, Meng Tian followed Ying Fusu to the Chang'an Monarch's Mansion without any delay.

"How does uncle know?"

Ying Fusu was also very surprised.

Ying Chengyu didn't answer Ying Fusu's question, but instead asked Ying Fusu: "When does the emperor want you to leave?"

It is Sichu, which is nine o'clock in the morning of later generations.

Ying Fusu knew that he slept late, if it wasn't for the tight schedule, he would never have come to say goodbye at this time.

"It's three o'clock."

It's not even an hour.

Ying Chengxuan frowned.

According to historical records, Ying Fusu was dispatched to the county by the first emperor, and was finally bestowed to death by Zhao Gaojiao.

The eldest son of Qin is far away from the center, which can be said to be the starting point for Qin to turn from prosperity to decline.

What's more, aside from those things, Ying Fusu is also his eldest nephew.

Although a little rigid, the two uncles and nephews have a deep relationship.

It can be seen that Ying Fusu was dispatched to the county, and he didn't even go to his mother and concubine. It can be seen that Ying Chengyu came here to say goodbye first.

"Come on! Prepare your horse! I want to enter the palace!"

"only!"

The servants responded and prepared themselves.

"Before I come back, take good care of my eldest nephew! Let's take a look at that Meng Tian too, lest anything bad happen!"

Throwing down a word, Ying Chengxue hurriedly left, rushing to Xianyang Palace.

In the hall, Meng Tian and Ying Fusu were a little stunned, and Ying Chengxun's reaction caught them unexpectedly.

When the two of them reacted, they realized that they were under house arrest and they couldn't get out!

Two guards blocked the door, preventing Ying Fusu and Meng Tian from going out.

Meng Tian was furious.

The eldest son is already being punished!

You imprison us two here, and after [-]:[-], you will disobey the order and disrespect!
Do you think the eldest son has not been charged with enough crimes?

"Shuzi dare!"

Meng Tian is superb in martial arts, and has been fighting on the battlefield for many years. He is full of murderous aura, and knocked the guards to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

"Sorry, I can't let you two go before your majesty returns."

At this moment, a man in white who was over thirty years old and smelled of alcohol stopped at the door, and he knew that he had drunk a lot last night.

an alcoholic?The doorman that the trash is looking for is also a trash!

Meng Tian snorted coldly, stepped forward and hit him.

I thought I could take down this drunkard with three moves and two moves, but I didn't expect that after several fights, this drunkard's martial arts was even better than him!

Meng Tian put away his contempt and fought the enemy with all his strength. After another dozen rounds, he was kicked in the abdomen by the drunkard and fell to the ground in pain.

"end!"

Ying Fusu speaks anxiously.

The drunkard had no intention of chasing him, and stopped before Ying Fusu could speak.

Meng Tian was supported by Ying Fusu, with a solemn expression on his face. He used to be Ying Zheng's personal bodyguard, and his martial arts were recognized by the First Emperor Ying Zheng.

In terms of martial arts, although Meng Tian never felt that he was number one in the world, he was also confident that he would not lose to a few people.Today, however, he fell into the hands of a drunkard, and this drunkard was still the servant of Ying Chengxu whom he looked down upon!

Looking carefully at the drunkard in white, he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

"Excellent martial arts, your feet look familiar, have we met?"

"You recognize me?" The drunk squinted his eyes at Meng Tian, ​​shook his head and said, "But I don't recognize you."

Meng Tian laughed back in anger.

"Pretentious! Get out of the way quickly! Don't make trouble for Ying Chengxu!"

The drunkard smiled and did not answer.

Ying Fusu bowed his hands and saluted, it was not the first time he had come to Chang'an Junfu.

He recognized Ying Chengyu's alcoholic retainer, and he remembered that the alcoholic's surname was Li.

"The father wants the son to go, and the king wants the minister to do it. If the time is too late, Fusu will become a man without a king and no father! Please make way for Mr. Li, and don't make it difficult for Fusu to be a man."

The drunkard shook his head.

"Your Majesty has already gone to Xianyang Palace for the eldest son's business. Don't worry about the eldest son, just wait for the good news."

Meng Tian interjected, with a look of contempt on his face: "Ying Chengxu has so much virtue and ability, I can persuade His Majesty to take back his life!"

On the court today.

The left prime minister, Kui, and the right prime minister, Wang Wan, jointly pleaded for Ying Fusu.

As a result, the two were each fined one year's salary. Ying Fusu, who was supposed to leave tomorrow, was ordered by Ying Zheng to leave immediately.

The two prime ministers, who are under one person and over ten thousand people, can't do it together.

Meng Tian didn't believe that Ying Chengxun, whose nickname is the shame of the Great Qin Dynasty, could do it.

"There is nothing impossible for Your Majesty to do."

Meng Tian only thinks that a drunkard is advocating Ying Chengxu, how can there be a disciple who doesn't turn to his master?

"I just ask Ying Chengyu not to implicate the eldest son!"

　Cute new book, begging for support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)