My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 242 If I don't sit on the throne, am I not a king?
Aunt's temperament is too arrogant and self-indulgent, if she doesn't suffer a little bit, there will be a death between the two of them in the future. For the stability of Daqin in the future, I can only wrong Aunt today.

The First Emperor lightly closed his eyes, while slowly pondering, he held Empress Afang's jade hand and squeezed it a little harder.

Stop this stick.

E Fang, who grew up with the first emperor since he was a child, was connected with the first emperor, and Su Shou responded with a little force.

it is good.

"Brother, don't make trouble..."

Ying Chengxi leaned closer and whispered in a low voice, wanting the first emperor to preside over the overall situation.

"Uncle can't leave a way for His Majesty!"

Ah Fang reacted greatly, wrapping his arms around the first emperor and hugging him tightly, not to let Ying Chengxun touch him.

Looking up at the slender neck that is as white as winter snow, the blue veins on it are extremely clear, and the voice is full of crying.

Ying Chengxiu stopped speaking, and stared at Huang's wife with wide eyes.

The first emperor opened his eyes and talked about the scene with his lips just now. There was a desk to block others from seeing it. How could A Fang, who was holding the first emperor in his arms, not see it?

"Sister-in-law, you..."

When this sentence was said, Ying Chengxue didn't control the volume in surprise, and everyone in the front row of Xuanniao Temple could hear it.

A group of old people were concerned about their own affairs, but they still held their heads high, watching their noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, and hearts in silence, as if they hadn't heard anything.

The hero Ge Niegai touched the scabbard and read: "Where is my sword?"

Zhao Ji, who was rubbing on the ground to grab Ge Nie's sword, reacted the most. She didn't grab the hilt with her fingers touching the hilt, but raised her head in confusion and looked towards the high platform.

A thought habitually drifted through my mind, which was mainly based on regret——Is she still called Huangsao?
"Who is your sister-in-law! Don't you want me to hand over His Majesty to you!"

Ah Fang cried and interrupted Ying Chengxun again, with tears in his eyes, and looked at Ying Chengxun apologetically, but the words in his mouth did not look apologetic.

"If you want to kill His Majesty, kill me too!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, full of death will.

Ying Chengxuan's eyes widened.

You two are so good at acting, why don't you go to the birth of an actor!

Zheng'er is not dead yet!
Hearing Ah Fang shout these words, Zhao Ji, who hadn't suffered too much damage, was filled with strength, grasped the sword tightly and jumped up.

The long sword stabbed out, aiming at Ying Chengxun without hesitation.

"Don't hurt my son!"

Ugh.

Gai Nie sighed inwardly, put his feet on the ground, his figure was elegant, he came first, and snatched his sword back in the air.

And tied Zhao Ji's hands behind her back to keep her in place.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Zhao Ji let out a meaningless scream, twisted all her strength, turned her charm to the highest level, and struggled with all her strength.

But it didn't work.

She is strong, but not strong enough for a Juggernaut whose inner strength is manifested in the form of strength.

Her charm is very strong, but Gai Nie has a sword heart, and even this charm cannot make the sword master who is enlightened by the sword heart set up a tent.

So no matter how Zhao Ji struggled, her white and smooth wrists were covered with red marks, which were about to be worn out, and she couldn't break away from Gai Nie's big iron-like hand.

"Don't you get up? Ying Zheng, are you still a person?" Ying Chengxue provoked the Emperor Shi with words.

Under Ah Fang's interruption reminder, the decibel of the sound control was just right this time.

Only enough for him, Shi Huangdi, and E Fang to hear.

The First Emperor lay calmly in Ah Fang's arms, not intending to stand up.

Hearing his mother's wailing, Shi Huang couldn't bear it.

But I know that I can't bear it today, and sooner or later there will be the first emperor who killed his mother and brother.

Although he clenched his left hand under the cover of the table and his breathing became heavy, he firmly suppressed his inner desire to get up.

Knowing that Shi Huangdi was in a bad mood, Ah Fang hugged Shi Huangdi more strongly, using this method to comfort Shi Huangdi.

"Brother Huang, if you decide to lie down, please lie down, and don't get up." Ying Chengxun squeezed out the words between his teeth, shook his sleeves, and walked off the high platform with a cold face.

Standing that face that was so fierce in Zhao Ji's eyes and damned thousands of times, he approached Zhao Ji.

"You want your son to live?"

Zhao Ji's frenzied expression suddenly stopped, a flash of understanding flashed in her eyes, and the extent of her struggle suddenly fell from the peak to the bottom.

"think."

The next moment, Zhao Ji lowered her head that had always been held high even in front of King Zhuangxiang of Qin since Zhao entered Qin Dynasty, her face was red and swollen.

The voice is slight.

Gai Nie saw that Zhao Ji had no desire to attack, so he released Zhao Ji's hands in time.

Although he with Jianxin will not make a fool of himself under Zhao Ji's charm, it does not mean that he is immune.

It's like someone has a great ability to tolerate pain, but it doesn't mean that they won't hurt.

If it doesn't hurt, it won't hurt, the hero Ge Niegai is kind to himself.

The hands are free and the body can move freely.

Zhao Ji bent her knees without hesitation and was about to kneel on the ground.

As the action progresses, the words follow.

"I beg Lord Chang'an to spare my son's life."

The words were spoken, but did not kneel down.

Ying Chengxun grabbed Zhao Ji's shoulders with both hands and stopped Zhao Ji's behavior.

He originally wanted to beat Zhao Ji well to avoid bad things later.

But Zhao Ji's reaction was not what he expected, Zhao Ji was too soft.

Kneeling as soon as he said kneeling, he was not at all as arrogant and domineering as before, trading his life for his life.

There was a long silence.

Ying Chengxi laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed back and forth in the somewhat silent Xuanniao Temple.

"Look, mother, we have concealed them all!"

The change in Zhao Ji's expression was terrifying, and she smiled faintly after Ying Chengxun finished speaking.

The somewhat red and swollen face did not hinder her graceful and luxurious temperament in the slightest. She glanced at Ying Chengyu, and then squinted at the phoenix crown that fell on the ground.

"only."

Ying Chengxi immediately responded, picked up the phoenix crown from the ground, held the phoenix crown in both hands in a regular manner, and put it on Zhao Ji's head.

"Just eating and drinking is too boring for the wax festival. I am afraid that you will be sleepy, so I will play tricks with Cheng Yu to help you enjoy it."

Zhao Ji's voice was bright and clear, and when she said something with blood on her body, everyone didn't think she was embarrassed or ridiculous.

The red and swollen face, the graceful demeanor, and the phoenix crown on the head symbolize authority.

"I'm tired and sleepy. Queen, you and Your Majesty will send me back to Ganquan."

A Fang wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, stood up and replied softly: "Wei."

"Everyone get out."

Ying Chengxun gave an order.

"only!"

The hidden guards responded in unison.

They covered their faces and apologized to the members of the royal family who were under control, or the concubines and princesses.

Without waiting for the apologetic person to respond, he left the Xuanniao Temple and disappeared into the night.

They are like the tide on the coast, the entry is like a high tide and the exit is like an ebb tide, leaving nothing in the Xuanniao Temple.

Gai Nie and A Fang supported the First Emperor, and followed Zhao Ji out of the Xuanniao Hall.

A dozen or so old people scolded Ying Chengxue for messing around and sat back in their seats.

"Grandma, try it, this orange is very sweet."

Little Taotie finally ate the tangerine he had been longing for, and he did not forget his mother's filial piety after eating the tangerine, and handed the peeled half of the tangerine to Concubine Chu's mouth.

Concubine Chu looked at her son silently, thinking of practicing a trumpet again.

Why is this scorpion king?
"Why is Mom looking at me like this?" Ying Jianglu was a little puzzled, then he seemed to wake up, leaned his head over and whispered, "Won't Mom take this scene seriously?"

Concubine Chu opened her mouth, chewing the orange with her plump lips, the sweet juice gushed out in her mouth, she nodded slightly.

"sweet."

False is true when true is false.

False is also true when true.

True or false, who knows?
Who can see through the sinister and treacherous Mr. Cheng Yu?

Perhaps, this stick is right.

The noisy voice sounded again, and the wave of joy slapped on the Xuanniao Temple again.

It seems that without the first emperor in charge, the members of the royal family, concubines, princes and princesses are much more relaxed.

A group of old people sat down around Ying Chengxue again, and when the laughter in the hall was not sure whether it was real laughter or pretended laughter, the ups and downs rose and fell.

The uncle had just picked up a piece of venison and chewed it carefully when he suddenly said something without warning.

"It's harder than Huayang."

The grumpy chopstick-throwing old man has been showing off his meat crazily, his mouth is full, as if he hasn't eaten meat for many years.

"Kill it."

Three words leaked out from the seams of the meat that was full of meat slag and minced meat.

When the old man was young, he had a habit of showing off his full body before going to the battlefield.

One is to be motivated to kill people, and the other is that if someone kills you, you have to be a ghost after death.

"How can this be!"

Although Ying Xi's seniority is not high, he has the bonus of being the eldest son of King Qin Xiaowen, which makes him have a relatively small right to speak among this group of people.

He picked up the wine bottle and was about to drink, when he heard the old man throwing chopsticks, he immediately refuted and put the wine bottle on the table again.

"Is it true that Cheng Xu is already king?"

The hidden meaning of this sentence is: If we kill Zhao Ji, how can we gain a foothold in front of His Majesty.

"I exchanged lives with her."

The chopsticks-throwing old man's mouth was full of the smell of meat, and his mouth was a bit wide when he spoke, and meat residues fell out.

"Before you die, you can do something for your baby and earn money."

After talking, the old man carefully picked up the meat residue on the table and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully.

The elderly regard it as their last meal.

"Your Majesty will not blame individuals, but only the clan." A bald and slightly bald old man drank the wine in the bottle, and said: "Don't be Your Majesty and dare not kill people."

"Uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles, uncles."

Ying Chengxu smiled wryly, and raised the wine bottle with both hands to make a round of toasts.

"I just want Queen Mother Zhao to be more peaceful. Why are you more murderous than me? No need, no need. Just treat her as Huayang's mother, don't say whether to kill her or not."

"Although the Empress Dowager Huayang is not on good terms with us, there is one thing that we have reached a consensus with. We all recognize you as the king. This woman is not, she is going to kill you."

One of Ying Chengxuan's uncles frowned and said, with a flash of sternness in his eyes.

"What did you say, little Xi?" the uncle asked casually.

Ying Xi was silent.

The old man who threw the chopsticks was silent.

The slightly bald old man was silent.

All the old people were silent.

Their movements remained the same, naturally without pretentiousness.

The crisp sound of chopsticks touching the plate, the sound of chewing food, the sound of drinking wine...

Only, there is less voice.

What Ying Xi said just now was "It's true that Cheng Xi is already king".

No one doubted that my uncle's memory was so bad that he forgot what he had just heard.

If the uncle is not asking this question, then he is emphasizing-let Chengyu be king.

Although the crowd did not answer, they did not object either.

Silence is silence, and silence is consent.

"Uncle, I thank you for your old praise, but please don't make trouble."

Ying Chengxun picked up the wine bottle with a wry smile, breaking the atmosphere of silence.

"Come, come, let me respect you first, and then each of you will have a bottle. Let's stop here, okay?"

Ying Chengxun wanted to hold up a bottle of dry wine, his uncle stretched out his big hand to cover the mouth of the wine bottle, and looked at Ying Chengxun with his old eyes.

"You have been tired and lazy since you were a child. If your elder brother lives to see you like this, your father and elder father will not be able to be king."

Ying Chengxue had a playful smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Of course, if grandfather is still alive, grandfather will definitely be king. Father and father can still rebel?"

"No one is joking with you!"

The old man who threw chopsticks always stuffed the food in his mouth before swallowing it, which made his voice always bulging.

"The woman was fine in Yongcheng before, she didn't care about Xianyang affairs, and there is nothing wrong with His Majesty being king. Now that she has returned to Xianyang, she dared to kill you in front of us. After today, I may not be able to tell her what to do.

"I can't live for a few more years. I promised that kid Zichu to take care of you. I can't break my promise. If you go down to see Zichu before me, I won't dare to answer your father's scolding me. It's just a fake show. , everyone holds you on the throne."

The dark-skinned old man sitting next to the chopsticks throwing old man nodded in agreement.

Said: "That's the reason. We, the Ying clan, have always been the only ones who kill others. When..."

tuk tuk tuk
Ying Chengxi buckled his index finger upside down, knocked on the table three times, and interrupted the old man's words.

"Enough." Ying Chengxue said seriously.

A group of old people showed displeasure on their faces.

You are the one who is going to be killed, and we are risking our own lives to promote you. Are you here to make a bad face for us?
"I, Ying Chengyu, will get it myself. If the elders really want to help me, they can spend their days at home and restrain their nephews. This is the greatest help to Chengyu."

Ding~
The most dignified uncle knocked on the bowl with a chopstick.

"This matter can't be so hasty. Qingji's martial arts are very strong, and there are few people in the world who can match his brute force. He can hunt rhinos with his bare hands. That's not as good as Qingji's martial arts, but he wins Qingji's trust with a broken arm, and kills him when he is not prepared. It can be seen that there is no one in this world who cannot be assassinated. Baby, this matter is not up to you."

Three breaths after the uncle finished speaking, Ying Chengxun raised his head and said softly: "Is the uncle finished? I said it, no need."

"Cheng Yu!" Ying Xi's expression darkened, and he said, "Your uncle is doing it for your own good, so why are you talking to your uncle?"

"I hate the most in my life." Ying Chengxun's face turned cold, and said: "It's the three words 'for your own good'."

Ying Chengxun looked at the gate of Xuanniao Hall, and said softly: "Everyone has their own choice, please elders don't interfere with Chengxue, okay?"

Looking back, looking at a group of old people.

"If I don't sit on the throne, I'm not a king anymore? I am grandfather, elder father, father, brother, the king appointed by the four generations of Qin kings. What the king sees, the elders can't see."

All the old people were silent.

After a long time, my uncle let out a long sigh.

"promise."

(End of this chapter)