My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 244 You Are Right
Efang Palace, sleeping hall.

The slightly dim light of a bean candle can only fill the sky above the table, and with this little light in the dark room, the outlines of things can be vaguely seen.

Emperor Shi Huang, who fell into a deep sleep in the scent of rosewood for sleep, slowly opened his eyes, and saw a figure lightly getting on the bed in his unclear vision.

"What did Mom say?"

The First Emperor stretched his arms and hugged the waist of the figure, his body turned sideways and the figure lay down on the bed.

Leaning his head against the back of the figure's neck, he sniffed the body fragrance of the figure to his heart's content.

His gaze gradually became clear as he regained consciousness, and what he saw in front of him was A Fang, Empress of Great Qin.

"It still woke up His Majesty."

A Fang turned around in the embrace of the first emperor, and held the first emperor's face in the dim candlelight, showing a little distress.

The First Emperor smiled, and kissed Ah Fang deeply on the forehead.

A Fang looked into Emperor Shi Huang's eyes, and said softly: "The Empress Dowager said she wants to return to Yongdi."

In the sleeping hall, the candles were flickering, and no one spoke all night.

The banquet at the Xuanniao Palace, full of people, came to an end. Ying Chengxun refused the protection of the hidden guards, walked at night in brocade clothes, and returned home alone.

In the short distance from Xianyang Palace to Chang'an Junfu, he was assassinated three times in a row.

Three days later, Zhao Ji left Xianyang in a carriage and rushed to Yongdi.

In the carriage, besides Zhao Ji, there was another person, Yue Nu.

The two met again, and this time, Yue Nu no longer had the humility and fear towards Zhao Ji on her face.

He was wearing more than one skirt made of fine silk, with a blue base and several irregular white stripes on it.

There were two murder weapons hidden in the chest shirt, and the skirt here was under unbearable pressure, and it was very tight.

This attire slightly weakened his heroic appearance, showing more of a woman's femininity.

She didn't wear a veil, and she sat upright with her legs together. She was slightly taller than Zhao Ji and looked down at Zhao Ji.

A pair of big eyes not only showed a little doubt, but also a hint of hostility.

"The empress dowager called, why?"

Zhao Ji sat lazily on the cushion behind her, looking at the Yue girl in front of her with a half-smile.His face was white and supple, and there was no sign of redness or swelling at all.

"Sure enough, she is a great beauty, that Zhuzi didn't eat you, she really has amazing endurance."

This was the first time Zhao Ji saw a Yue girl in women's clothing. Even a naturally charming woman like her was a little surprised.

Yue Nu said indifferently: "Mr. Chang'an is naturally not a vulgar person."

"Oh?" Zhao Ji lay down on her side, supported her head on her elbows, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked at Yue Nu with a smile and said, "You're not a vulgar person, what do you want to change into this clothes?"

"This is not ordered by Lord Chang'an, but by my own will. A woman is a woman who pleases herself." Yue Nu said very naturally.

The Yue girls abandoned the costumes used to use force, and chose more beautiful skirts.It is to show beauty in front of Ying Chengxu, and to please Ying Chengxu and himself.

"Your straightforwardness is like my Zhao people. After leaving Zhao country, it is rare to see a passionate woman." Zhao Ji sighed.

In terms of love, women from all over the world are mostly on the passive side.

Those who dare to take the initiative to show love are rare, and it is even rarer to admit it so frankly.

Only Zhao Guo is different. Zhao Guo, who wears Hu clothes, rides and shoots, not only learns the clothes of Donghu, but also learns the customs of Donghu.

The Zhao people are generous and the Zhao women are enthusiastic and unrestrained. The Zhao country is the most open country in the world.

Openness means tolerance, which allowed Zhao Guo to grow into a powerful country in the world in a short period of time.

Openness also means low binding force and chaos, so even though Zhao Guo occupied the second of the four famous generals in the Warring States Period, he still died.

The death of Zhao was due to civil strife, his son imprisoned his father and killed the king to usurp the throne, and his ministers took control of the court on behalf of the emperor.

Zhao Xing was born in Hu and also died in Hu.

"I heard that Zhao Nu can marry three men in one night. I can't do such a morally immoral thing." Yue Nu touched the sword on her waist and said.

Zhao Ji smiled more intensely, and said: "You have learned a lot from that Zhuzi's side. In the past, you were straightforward in doing things, but you can't say that."

Yue Nu's words are not only saying that she is different from Zhao Nu, but also saying that she is different from Zhao Ji.

In the same sentence, how to respond often hides the attitude.

Zhao Ji said that Yue Nu was similar to Zhao Nu.

Yue Nv can say that Zhao Nv is as bold as a man, or she can say that Zhao Nv's style is not decent.

The former is definitely an expression of goodwill.

The latter negates and draws a clear line.

Thinking of the life of the bodyguards and assassins beside Zhao Ji, and thinking of Ying Chengxuan's exclusive assassin life today, Yue Nu softened her eyebrows and eyes a lot.

"How is your progress with that scorpion?" Zhao Ji asked casually.

What's the matter with you?

Yue Nu thought to herself, but she didn't answer.

"If there is nothing wrong with the Queen Mother, I will leave."

"You and I have been together for several years, and that Zhuzi stole your heart in less than a month. I am really very sad." Zhao Ji said sadly.

The Yue girl bent over slightly. This was not to express respect, but because she was about to leave, and the height of the carriage could not allow her to stand completely.

"Don't tell that Zhu Zi, Teng died at your hands."

Zhao Ji grabbed a lock of fine hair with one hand, put it near her mouth and blew gently, her hair trembled slightly.

Yue Nu's footsteps stopped, and her heart trembled slightly with Zhao Ji's hair.

"That Zhu Zi is the most affectionate, if you let him know about this, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the two of you to achieve good things."

The Yue girl looked back suddenly, her pretty face was pale, and the killing intent and sword intent in her eyes were ready to go.

"You did it on purpose! You wanted me to kill Teng on purpose!"

In Yongdi, Zhao Ji gave the order to kill Teng to Yue Nu.

"You don't have to be nice to that Zhuzi." Zhao Ji smiled slightly, shaking her hair, turned to look at Yue Nu, and said, "Or, never let him know."

Yue Nu's weapon swelled, and she looked at Zhao Ji coldly.

"Jun Chang'an will forgive me."

"Maybe." Zhao Ji nodded resolutely, covered her mouth with her hands and yawned softly, and said, "Even if he forgives you, this matter will form a knot in his heart. Even if the broken wine jar A superb craftsman can only restore the surface, but cannot eliminate the cracks in it."

Yue Nv lowered her head slightly, stroking the sword with one hand, and holding her heart with the other hand, a little out of breath.

After a while, after his breathing calmed down, Fang said: "Mr. Chang'an is not an ordinary person."

This sentence is very firm, but I don't know if his heart is as firm as the words.

"Then you can give it a try." Zhao Ji smiled brightly, like a spring flower blooming.

But Yue Nu didn't feel that there was any kindness in this smile, only endless malice.

Zhao Ji's carriage drove from Xianyang to Yongdi, and the wind of Yongdi blew for three days, and it also blew to Xianyang.

The accident that happened during the Wax Festival quickly became popular in Xianyang.From officials and concubines, to ordinary people, to princes and nobles, everyone knows Ying Chengxu's wild words.

In the building, Ying Chengyu had been arriving all the time, and the servant who covered the flaws of the floor collected the rewards from the guests and walked out of the gate of the building.

He marched toward his destination, straight ahead.There is no looking around or turning around along the way.

What is the value of following a servant like him?What is the need for tracking?Who cares what a servant does.

After counting the time, the servants arrived in front of a tall courtyard.When no one was paying attention, he threw the counting money in his hand into the high wall.

"Brother, I want to see you."

Inside the enclosure, there was a soft girlish voice. Although the words were only numbers, they were full of emotion.

"Don't do stupid things, hide your money well."

Outside the wall, the servants kept walking, their voices were harsh, and they left in a hurry.

The two brothers and sisters are only separated by a wall. As long as the gate is opened, the two brothers and sisters can see each other.

But since the brothers and sisters entered Xianyang, they have never seen each other again.

A wall separated, like a moat.

Not to mention meeting each other, the siblings didn't even have a chance to say a second sentence.

The servant quickly returned to the balcony, and when he entered, the smile on the corner of his mouth was restrained, and his face was replaced with humility.

Saying a word with his sister every month and throwing more or less money is his greatest joy, and this joy can last all the way.

But when he entered the building, he couldn't be more happy.

Because some guests who are in a bad mood will beat and scold him when they see him happy.

He entered the tower, laughing and laughing, and obscene words and songs rushed straight to his ears.

The scent of pink and rouge, the aroma of delicious food and wine, and the strong smell of hormones blow over the face.

As far as the eyes can see, there are concubines forced to smile all over the world, and guests are pinching bruises with their big hands.Some guests laughed loudly, poured the wine into the concubine's ravine, lay down and sucked it.

At any time, the building is full of people.

The servant looked around for a week, and everyone's face would not stop for a moment, not only to avoid being beaten for looking too much, but also to patrol Ying Chengxu as soon as possible.

He glanced around but didn't see Ying Chengxun. Disappointment arose in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he was still humble.

Turning his head once, he was in the eye with the building steward on the second floor. Seeing the building steward beckoning gently, he trotted up to the second floor.

"I go out once a month, and every time I have no money."

The building steward leaned on the railing with both arms.

Behind the door, there is a muffled sound, and in the lobby below him, there is an infinite intertwined sensuality.

"What did you do?"

The servant didn't want to answer this question, but he was a servant and he had no choice.

Stowing his waist and lowering his head, the servant flattered and said: "I have a younger sister who works in a family, and I want to redeem her."

Hearing this, the steward smiled contemptuously.

Qin Law did have the item of redemption, but the money spent was an astronomical figure, and it was money that the common people could hardly accumulate in a lifetime.

Even if a dignitary really fell in love with a certain servant or concubine, and loved him very much, he would not redeem him, but would buy him.

The money for redemption is enough to buy hundreds of servants and concubines. How can anyone use his own money just to set a slave free?

It is nothing more than a fantasy to get rid of slavery and become a commoner.

Just as the steward was about to make some jokes, he suddenly thought of the shocking changes in the Wax Festival that he had just heard about recently.

He said casually: "Instead of saving money to wait for someone to be redeemed, it is better to hope for Lord Chang'an."

The servants also heard about the Wax Festival. Unlike Xianyang Street where speech is forbidden in the building, the news spreads the fastest here.

"Yes Yes Yes."

The servant nodded repeatedly with a smiling face.

That's what I said, but in fact, neither the servant nor the steward thinks that Ying Chengxi can succeed.

Because they were born in a world with distinct classes of slaves, commoners, and nobles, they didn't think there was anything wrong with this world.

Even a servant who is a slave only thinks about being able to get out of slavery and become a commoner, rather than thinking that class should not exist in the first place.

They can't imagine what a world without classes would look like. If they don't know, they don't look forward to it.

In the land of Huaxia, as long as people can survive, they will not think about changing.

The building is almost equivalent to Ying Chengxu's private territory, and the people here have the greatest trust in Ying Chengxu.

Even the building steward who adores Ying Chengxuan, and the building servant who is grateful to Ying Chengxuan think so.

Then, in the outside world, whether it is a concubine or a commoner, those who are in a better state of mind laugh at Ying Chengxun for going crazy, and those who are in a better state of mind almost swear.

Today's Qin State, under the rule of the first emperor, is far from the point where the people were in dire straits at the end of Qin Dynasty.

If the people can still live, there will be no ground for change in Qin, which is called the general trend.

Just like Handi.

If the Han family were not so greedy and forced the people of Han to death, then the reform in Han would never succeed.

Even if the eight characters of "princes, generals and ministers, I would rather have a kind" are engraved in the minds of everyone, it will not be successful.

……

"You are going against the sky."

Concubine Chu was dressed in a black gold-patterned narrow-sleeved dress, her hair tied in a crown like a man's.

Standing at the head of Xianyang City, she looked at her father and son Ying Jianglu who was riding on a war horse excitedly waving goodbye to her, and said.

On the top of the mottled city, the city defense troops stationed here hold long spears and look into the distance, looking down at the dust under the city, with envy in their eyes.

"I said there is no sky." Standing beside him, Ying Chengxun looked up at the sky, stretched out his right arm with his palm facing the sky, hooked his index finger, and shouted: "You, come here!"

"You should ask the imperial physician to order to see the madness." Concubine Chu said with a blank expression.

Her gaze has been on the city of Xianyang.

The horses galloped there, and the smoke and dust almost obscured the figures.

The leader is her own son, General Ying, and behind him are dozens of former generals of the Meng family who belonged to the Great Qin Dynasty.

They either wear armor plates that are connected in series by leather strips or ropes, and are closely arranged with each other.

Or wear scales in which all armor pieces are nailed or inlaid on linen, leather and other fabrics.

In the eyes of later generations, these ragged clothes, which seem to be a joke with a few iron pieces put together on the body, are contemporary armor.

The [-] cavalry behind these people were also wearing armor or scale armor.The difference between them and the dozens of others before them was that they lacked two heart shields on the front and back of their armor.

In the first year of Emperor Shihuang, on the fourth day of October, the third son Ying Jianglu led [-] troops to the northwest and was entrusted with the land of the Xiongnu.

"After so many years, this anger can't go away, right? If Aunt Zhaoyang sees you being cold to me, she won't give you two slaps on the spot."

"If the eldest mother is still alive, you must be the one who hit you." Concubine Chu looked back at Ying Chengxu coldly, and said, "If you are king, Lord Changping and Lord Changwen will not die."

"Perhaps."

Ying Chengxun stretched his waist, his waist squeaked loudly.

"It's not maybe, it's definitely!" Concubine Chu took a step forward, staring into Ying Chengyu's eyes, and said coldly: "They convince you!"

Ying Chengxuan pointed at Concubine Chu's shoulder blade with one finger, and pushed Concubine Chu away half a meter with a blank expression.

"It's not me that they obey, but the power. I told them not to rebel, but they didn't listen."

Concubine Chu waved away Ying Chengxu's hand, took another step forward, and shouted angrily.

"So you just let them rebel, let them seek death!"

"It's my greatest kindness that I didn't kill them." Ying Chengxun didn't look sideways, and didn't give in to Concubine Chu.

"That's because you know they are bound to lose. Chu is no match for Qin!"

"They buried 20 Qin soldiers. Without them, Chu State would have been wiped out by Li Xin long ago, and Li Xin would have hit Ying."

"You fart!" Concubine Chu's nose fluttered, and she swears, "As long as you are not leading the army, even Wang Jian cannot rely on 20 Qin troops to destroy Chu! The territory of Chu is vast and has a vast depth. If it doesn’t work out, even if Li Xin defeats Ying, he will be eaten away by Xiang Yan! Bai Qi defeats Ying and destroys the state of Chu? There are very few Yings in the state of Chu that have been defeated!”

Ying Chengxi was speechless.

This is true, Chu State and Qin State have different terrains.

Moreover, one capital city is called Ying, and another capital is called Ying. After moving so many times, they are still tenaciously alive.

Ying Chengxi turned sideways, not looking at Concubine Chu's angry eyes.

"Everyone has everyone's choice, and I don't want to interfere."

"Then you shouldn't be talking nonsense at the Wax Festival! The people of the world don't want to reform! In your words, you are a double-standard dog!"

Ying Chengxi put his palms on the crenel of the city wall and nodded.

"you're right."

This is my choice.

(End of this chapter)