My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

"Put down the curtain."

The first emperor kept writing.

The brush strokes made of goat hair outline one simplified Chinese character after another on the rough bamboo slips.

To this day, Emperor Shihuang has already become fully familiar with simplified characters, and all the memorials submitted by the ministers of the court are also written in simplified characters.

The original Qin Wen seal script was sealed in the high cabinet in the doctor's office, covered with thick dust.

Perhaps hundreds of years later, some scholars who study ancient Chinese will step into the doctor's office and blow away the dust that has accumulated for decades.

While complaining about why the seal script is so complicated, it has nothing in common with the simplified characters.

While flipping through the "Comparison Table of Great Seal Characters in Simplified Characters", I tried my best to echo the Qin State who was delighted after hearing the war, the first emperor who ruled the world and ruled the world, and the one whose name can be seen in any page of history books.

"reject."

Ying Chengxue turned around.

The focus of his sight was the special candle that was placed on the table and was as thick as an adult's forearm. The flame burned slowly and smudged the entire carriage.

"What kind of wax do you use in broad daylight, my fault."

The five luxury carriages are all one-piece sealed carriages. Except for a door at the front that can be used for getting on and off the carriage, there is no gap in the entire carriage.

When the heavy curtain of the door is lowered, the cabin will be plunged into pure darkness, as if soaked in the deepest black ink.

Since the design of the carriage is based on the layout of the palace, it can be called an ancient caravan. The interior area is so large that even an ordinary candle cannot light up the entire carriage.

Only this kind of special giant wax can take a rough picture of the carriage with the light released by burning itself.

Ying Chengxuan had always complained about this kind of carriage design, thinking that it was a large coffin.

The skylight outside the carriage flowed into the carriage, which was originally only lit by candlelight, and the eyes of the First Emperor became much brighter, and the dark handwriting on the bamboo slips returned to its original appearance, thick and heavy.

"Put down the curtain."

Emperor Shi Huang emphasized his tone, and under the brighter light, the speed of reading the text of the memorial was significantly faster.

"If there are thieves who commit assassination, you and I have been exposed to their eyes."

"I'm not afraid, no one in this world can assassinate me." Ying Chengxun was very calm, "High martial arts means you can do whatever you want."

Sticking his head out to take a few breaths of fresh air, Ying Chengxun felt stuffy and looked around.

Suddenly shouted loudly: "Did anyone throw a hammer? Don't hit the wrong car! We are in this car, assassinate more accurately!"

What kind of madness did Mr. Changan have?
In the convoy, the civil servants and military generals who sat in the carriage and accompanied the First Emperor's wax sacrifice frowned and thought.

Up to now, no matter whether they still called Ying Chengxue a scorpion or not, they stopped calling him in their hearts.

"Look, I'll just say you're suspicious, where did the assassin come from?" Ying Chengxun turned his head and continued to mock at Emperor Shihuang.

"Ah."

rustle~

The soft pen tip scratches the hard bamboo slips, outlines, and the sound of correcting never stops.

The convoy was advancing at a high speed on the high-speed road without traffic jams, and the vertically growing pines were constantly being left behind the convoy.

Yongcheng is majestic, and the outline of the tall city has already appeared. This short road will soon be completed without any surprises or dangers.

tom~
A muffled loud noise came from under a green pine tree on both sides of the road.

The smoke and dust exploded, and the dust diffused in the air.

When the yellow dust returns to the earth under the action of gravity, the sound can be heard.

A gigantic hammer that was at least seven feet long sank into the soil, smashed into the ground, and sank two feet deep.

Since then, the rivers and lakes have lost an iconic weapon-the big hammer.

Yongcheng.

Ying Chengxue, the first emperor got off the carriage, and the only people waiting were Gai Nie and Zhang Han.

Ying Chengxun raised his eyebrows, walked quickly to Gai Nie and whispered, "Where's the Yue girl?"

Ge Nie did not answer.

Dressed in flowing black and wearing an iron mask, the Yue girl held Ying Chengxun's hand card and was let go by the Lang officials, walking to Ying Chengxun's side.

The first emperor glanced at the ferocious iron face on the Yue girl's face, and a look of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Is this the Yue girl who can cure the "Yellow Emperor"?

Without saying much, led by Zhang Han and surrounded by a group of officials, he entered Yong City first.

Ying Chengxun followed behind the first emperor, deliberately lagging two positions behind, and said to the Yue girl who was following behind him, "What happened?"

Before the trip, Ying Chengxun asked the Yue girl to patrol the front first and check it out, which is why Ying Chengxun was so unscrupulous in the carriage.

Yue Nu's light kung fu is as good as Jing Ke's, and her swordsmanship is as high as Gai Nie's.

Ying Chengxun was not afraid at all with the Yue girl going to the thunderstorm.

"Find an assassin and kill him with one sword."

Yue Nu is concise and to the point.

"There are really assassins, huh..."

Ying Chengxun chuckled, didn't care, and took two quick steps to catch up with Shi Huangdi, and he was about to walk side by side with Shi Huangdi.

"Mr. Chang'an, don't overstep." Ge Nie said coldly.

Ying Chengxun glared at Gai Nie, pretending to be displeased and said: "Do you want to hold grudges?"

Ever since he said that Gai Nie had usurped once, Gai Nie would remind him every time he walked with Shi Huangdi.

Ying Chengxun, who was chatting casually, didn't know that the assassin who died was called Big Iron Hammer.

When Jing Ke and Big Iron Hammer failed to meet by the Yishui River back then, Big Iron Hammer lost a fortune in history.

Later, when Ying Chengxuan ordered Zhang Liang to be arrested in Xianyang, if the big iron hammer and light skill were better, he would be able to catch up with Jing Ke and meet Jing Ke face to face.

Under Jing Ke's introduction, maybe he can become a member of Chang'an Junfu without a code name, and maybe he can also leave his real name in the history.

But there is no possibility in life.

Big Hammer is dead.

Died silently.

Death is lighter than a feather.

But he will definitely not be the last person to die for assassinating the first emperor.

The first emperor ruled the world, invaded the interests of the superiors, and hated the remnants of the six kingdoms to the bone.

There are countless people who want to kill the first emperor like crucian carp crossing the river.

Immediately, Ying Chengyu will also face such an encounter, which is even worse than that of the First Emperor.

What the First Emperor invaded was the interests of the remnants of the nobles of the six countries, and these remnants of the nobles of the six countries who had already perished lost their country, so they could only do assassinations like rats in the gutter.

Most of the vested interests that Ying Chengxi will invade next are in high positions in Qin State and have high positions and weights.

Yongcheng is also as lively as Xianyang.

There are also peach branches in front of every house, and there are gods and Yu Lei.

Ethereal and heavy drums, and the dull and down-to-earth knocking on wooden boards also continued to sound.

The difference between here and Xianyang is that the people of Yongcheng will be more excited than the people of Xianyang, because this is the place where the first emperor held the wax sacrifice.

State affairs.

Sacrifice in Rong.

In the eyes of the ancients, the most important things in a country are sacrifices and wars, and sacrifices should be ranked before wars.

In ancient times when civilization was not so developed, productivity was seriously insufficient, and people were relatively ignorant.

People respect and fear things like heaven, earth, gods and ghosts.

When the weather is dry, the heavens are angry, and when the earthquake is there, the queen mother is angry.

The harvest year is the credit of the God of Valley, Houji, and the victory of the war is blessed by the God of War, the Yellow Emperor.

No matter what, the ancients could relate to heaven, earth, gods, and ghosts.

Heaven, gods, gods, and ghosts are wider than the scope of the Qin Law of the Qin Dynasty.

The annual wax sacrifice is the most grand event in the Qin Dynasty.

The King of Qin will recite the sacrificial text on the high platform where the heaven and the earth are sacrificed in the center of Yongcheng.

The high platform should be more than three feet high, and Qin Jun stood at such a high place that it was enough for the people with a radius of ten miles to see it.

It stands to reason that on such a high platform, the voice of speech should be very small down below.

But every year during the Wax Festival, the voice of Lord Qin on the high platform would be loud and abnormal, and the people listening under the high platform could hear it really, which was naturally regarded as the mighty power of the gods.

The process of the Qin Dynasty Wax Festival is not complicated, after all, the old Qin people never talk.

First of all, the first emperor rushed from Xianyang to Yongcheng with all the civil and military officials.

Then take one of the Nine Ministers, who is in charge of the sacrificial offering, and board the high platform to recite the sacrificial oration written by Fengchang.

The high platform will be filled with all kinds of sacrifices. The food is mainly pigs, deer, and sheep, supplemented by salt, millet, wine and delicacies.

After the recitation is finished, the task of the first emperor is completed, and the next step is the matter of the actor.

A small number of actors will wear animal skins, which are called "corpse", which means that they are gods.

Most actors perform various dances and sing songs that they don't understand, to please the gods and pray to the heaven and the earth.

The people are about to start dancing the imitation animal dance, a very ancient and primitive dance. They imitate the actions of animals to drive away diseases and evil spirits.

The culture of gods and ghosts has always accompanied the development of Chinese culture. Basically, all dynasties believed that there must be ghosts and gods descending on the Spring Festival.

After the entire process is completed, the cooks and maids will distribute the sacrifices to the people, and everyone will start to feast.

Because the Qin law is usually extremely strict, such as prohibition of alcohol, such as no need to chat casually, such as not allowed to eat beef, etc.

There are no taboos on the day of Wax Festival, which is especially valuable.

It can not only satisfy the appetite, but also laugh and release mental stress.

In the eyes of all the people in Yongcheng who admired, looked forward to, and couldn't wait, the first emperor came to the high platform for offering sacrifices to the sky, and stepped on the first stone steps to the high platform.

The people rejoiced.

Civil and military officials waited quietly.

There is a clear distinction between movement and stillness.

In the increasingly boiling drums and knocking on the door.

Under the stern and warning eyes of the first emperor looking back.

Ying Chengxi sighed deeply, and nodded helplessly.

Emperor Shihuang looked back satisfied, and stepped onto the second step of the high platform.

Ying Chengxun followed closely behind and stepped onto the first step of the high platform.

"Why did your majesty still follow others, even last year?"

In the crowd, a boy who was grinning almost to the ears asked his father beside him.

"No, the king won't rule the world this year, ask someone to follow along and prove it to the ancestors."

The father replied solemnly, feeling elated in his son's adoring eyes of "Father, you know everything".

Most people in Yongcheng don't know what it means to climb this high platform.

Even if they participate in the wax festival here every year, visit the heaven and the earth, and eat sacrifices.

And a small number of people who know what it means will educate people around them.

"Only the king can climb the high platform, and the one behind the king should be the eldest son."

In the eyes of these "insiders", the only eldest son Yingfu Su in the current state of Qin can be the second emperor of Qin.

If they knew that Ying Fusu had been established as the crown prince, the word "should" in the explanation would be replaced with the word "certainly".

The public didn't know that it was Ying Chengxue who followed the first emperor, but the civil and military officials who followed the first emperor knew it.

Under the high platform, seeing the two brothers one in front of the other, the civil and military officials who were only one level away from moving forward, all of them changed their expressions.

It is His Majesty's kindness to Chang'an Jun to ask Chang'an Jun to ride in the same car, but no matter how kind you are, how can you climb this high platform together?His Majesty intends to pass the throne to Lord Chang'an!
Only the king can climb the high platform, which is the ancestral system.Under the pressure of the Queen Mother, His Majesty appointed the eldest son as the crown prince, but he did not want the eldest son to ascend the throne, so he dispatched the eldest son to Shangjun. Chang'an Jun is the second emperor of Qin in His Majesty's heart.

No wonder His Majesty restarted Xiangbang for Lord Chang'an, and expelled Wei Liao to leave the state captain for Lord Chang'an, which makes sense.

……

Civil and military officials have their own thoughts, but no one communicates with each other, at most they only make eye contact.

Many people's eyes were on Zhao Ji and Han Ji, the two empress dowagers.

Judging from the current situation, most people analyzed that there was a rift between the first emperor and his biological mother, Zhao Ji—this was not the first time. The Queen Mother Zhao had been imprisoned in Yongcheng by His Majesty for a long time.

The Empress Dowager Zhao favored Ying Fusu, and the First Emperor favored Ying Chengxu, and Qin Jun and the Empress Dowager fought again.

Well, this is also an old tradition. Qin is a queen mother who is easy to become a powerful queen. There are two precedents, Mi Bazi and Huayang Queen Mother.

They saw that the Empress Dowager Zhao's face was extremely ugly, and her eyes were burning with blazing anger.

The Empress Dowager Han next to the Empress Dowager Zhao was triumphant, her chest puffed out like a proud rooster.

Li Si forced a smile on his rigid face.

I, Li Si, bet against the two kings, how many people in the world can compare with Si Bi's eyesight?

Empress Afang had a clear expression on her face.

That's the way it is, no wonder His Majesty trusts uncle so much, that's what His Majesty meant.It seems that after the wax festival, Ping'er will propose a marriage, otherwise it will be difficult to wait for uncle to ascend the throne.

Concubine Chu stood beside her son, watching Ying Chengxue's eyes flutter.

Going round and round, the throne finally fell into your hands...

Her son Ying Jianglu sighed again and again.

Uncle, you said earlier that you want the throne, so the general will stop fighting and want to drink.

……

on the steps.

The first emperor was in the front, and Ying Chengxi was in the back, and there was always a step difference between the two.

Even if Emperor Shi Huang climbed up the platform slowly on purpose, he did not wait for someone to come by his side.

This is so lazy!
"I come first and you come first."

"...If you really don't want to do it, just call Fusu back, and don't keep thinking about me."

During the Wax Sacrifice Ceremony, the No.1 speaker on the high platform must be Qin Jun.

"Then I will go first."

"Ah."

Ying Chengxun responded weakly.

The first emperor, who gave up the idea of ​​waiting for Ying Chengxuan, walked like a dragon and walked like a tiger, and soon crossed the last step and came to the high platform.

Walking to the center, on a high platform paved with white jade, Shi Huangdi unfolded the bamboo slips in his hands and shouted loudly.

"Inheriting the will of the ancestors of the Qin Dynasty, I took the nine tripods in Xianyang, quelled the riots, and unified the world. This is the family member of the emperor and the empress. The gods and virtues have been enshrined to this day, and the gods and ghosts have heard..."

The first emperor's voice seemed to be amplified by the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth, at least three times louder than before, enough for everyone under the high stage to hear.

When the first emperor began to read, there was no one kneeling under the high platform.

Everyone knelt down spontaneously the moment the first emperor's voice sounded.

The shocking drumbeat stopped.

The down-to-earth door knocking board also stopped.

The children who love to move and make noise also know that it is not appropriate to make noise at this moment, and they all imitate the adults around them and knelt down on the ground, touching their foreheads to the ground.

Between heaven and earth, only the voice of Shi Huangdi resounded throughout, as if the God of Haotian was using Shi Huangdi's body to stand on a high platform and issue an oracle.

The angry Zhao Ji knelt down, and the naive Han Ji knelt down.

The old Wang Wan knelt down, and Li Si, who was fond of thinking, also knelt down.

Even the hero Genie Gai, who often talked about why a man is here, and determined not to be a dog licker, knelt down.

In front of heaven, earth, gods and ghosts, at the time of wax sacrifice.

As a human being, kneeling is a matter of course.

Qin Chao did not have etiquette for people to kneel down.

Even when meeting the First Emperor, theoretically, there is no need to kneel down.

But facing the world, facing the gods and ghosts.

If you are a person, you must kneel.

No one would think that kneeling at this time is a lowly behavior. This kind of thinking is very unreasonable in this era.

No one would have thought that someone would not kneel at this time, including the first emperor.

During the wax sacrifice, he has to represent heaven, earth, gods and ghosts on a high platform, so he will not kneel.

But in some sacrificial ceremonies presided over by Fengchang, Shi Huang also knelt down.

On the stone steps of the high platform, Ying Chengxun sat leaning on it, leaning on his chin and looking at all the living beings below.

He didn't have the feeling of looking down, nor did he feel that he was superior to others, playing with everyone's fate in applause.

I didn't feel that I was a maverick, there was a feeling that everyone was drunk and I was sober.

In the impassioned speech of the first emperor, in the atmosphere where everyone was solemnly waiting.

He felt a little lonely.

It has been 26 years since he came to this world, almost catching up with the age he lived in his previous life.

But for this era, he still has a deep sense of estrangement deep in his heart.

This sense of estrangement has never disappeared since his birth.

The most obvious sense of estrangement at the beginning was the discomfort of not having games, movies, TV series, script killing and other entertainment items.

It is the discomfort of not having common foods like peppers, potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, cantaloupe, grapes, apples, bananas, etc.

It is the discomfort of not having cola, sprite, fanta, milk tea, lemonade and other junk drinks.

But these have gradually faded over time.

Up to now, Ying Chengyu is used to eating hot pot that is not spicy, drinking orange juice with Zhetang, and happily playing mahjong with the maids at the mansion.

And as these most obvious feelings of separation disappear, less obvious feelings of separation develop over time.

First it floated up slowly, then settled down, getting deeper and deeper, accumulating more and more...

He couldn't bear the aristocrat's ability to decide the life and death of others, even if he enjoyed this privilege.

He couldn't understand those smiling faces in the balcony, even though he went to the balcony the most times.

He couldn't bear the sight of people under the high stage bowing their knees and kneeling piously on the ground, like dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy.

Even if the theory of the Son of Heaven is for the rule of the imperial power, even if the sacrifice to the heaven and the earth is for the stability of the imperial power.

Even if he wanted to, he could become the object of worship for everyone in the world.

He wants to change all of this, not because of any grand ideals, but because he wants to live a more comfortable life.

The word 人, one stroke and one stroke, is easy to write, but it shouldn't be so easy to manipulate.

You can't be like cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs that are kept in captivity. They are confined in one village and one country, and they just live for the sake of life.

His requirements are not high, just change the word "alive" to "life".

But there are some things that he can't do right away. He once talked about these things with his grandfather, King Qin Zhaoxiang.

The murderous intent revealed in the eyes of his pro-grandfather, King Qin Zhaoxiang, the hero of a generation, is still deeply imprinted in Ying Chengxue's mind, and Ying Chengxun has never seen a more serious murder than that day. meaning.

"Tell the widow, who told you these words?"

If you haven't experienced it yourself, you will never understand the deterrent power of a king—it was forged with the blood of countless people and the fate of countless people.

"Wow."

Fortunately, Ying Chengyu was only four years old at that time, and he could cry and pee.

It was the crying and the drenched pants that made King Qin Zhaoxiang realize that this was just a four-year-old child. What could a four-year-old child do?What can you understand?

Someone must have instructed it!

Someone must have done it!

That night, except for his father and mother, everyone Ying Chengxuan had seen in the past seven days died - eunuchs, maids, Lang Guan, bodyguards, ministers of entry, not a single one was left...

Lu Buwei, Meng Wu and others often joked with Ying Chengxuan on this matter.

"It's a good thing I didn't go to see Little Qin King in those seven days, otherwise I would be a lonely ghost now."

It was just a few words, and hundreds of people lost their lives because of this. Ying Chengxun, who was not a good young man in his previous life, but had nothing to do with the murder case, had a nightmare for half a year.

I dreamed that those eunuchs, maids, and Lang Guan turned into ghosts, their faces were covered with blood, their heads were separated, and they held their heads and asked him why he wanted to kill them.

That incident made Ying Chengyu understand that there are some things, don't talk about them, don't even talk about them.

Otherwise, people will die, many people will die...

"Emperor Heaven and Queen Earth!"

The sound of the first emperor's shout was so loud that it reached the ears of the people kneeling on the ground, the civil and military officials, and the empress dowager, concubine, son and princess.

These four words are particularly loud, and Emperor Shihuang deliberately emphasized the tone, giving these four words a sense of weight and mission.

Ying Chengxun turned his head sideways, looked at the backs of the heads kneeling under the high platform, and blinked.

"Bless me Daqin!"

The first emperor shouted these four words with all his strength and internal strength.

After shouting, the whole person was a little unsteady, as if the Haotian God attached to him had returned to the heaven.

But no one saw this scene, because everyone except Ying Chengxun was kneeling on the ground, touching the ground with their foreheads.

They looked ferocious and pious, exhausting the last strength in their bodies.

Following their king, they prayed loudly to heaven, earth, gods and ghosts.

"Emperor Tianhoutu, bless me Daqin!"

"Emperor Tianhoutu, bless me Daqin!"

"Emperor Tianhoutu, bless me Daqin!"

"..."

The sound spread for hundreds of miles, and the sky, which was still a little white cloud-shrouded, was completely emptied.

I don't know if it was done by God Haotian or by Empress Houtu, but it's just a miracle.

"Emperor Empress Dowager, protect me Daqin?"

Ying Chengxi whispered, and then read.

Just like these years, he looks no different from those nobles.

Dust with light.