My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 78 With [-] soldiers and horses, you can conquer Yongdi!
"Meet Lord Chang'an."

Inside the house, a middle-aged man wearing a black samurai uniform and a Qin sword on his waist bowed down to Ying Chengxun.

"Sit down, come here, it's like going back to your own home, don't be reserved."

Ying Chengyu put the fruit plate he brought in on the table, and sat opposite the middle-aged man across the table.

"Eat some fruit. Yongdi is [-] miles away from Xianyang. You've been traveling so fast all the way. Are you tired?"

The middle-aged man looked normal, but upon closer inspection, his fingers trembled slightly, as if he was very frightened.

He had experienced the unknown coup back then, and he knew very well what a terrifying evil ghost was hiding under the skin of the smiling man in front of him.

To be honest, he doesn't know why he is still alive now, he always thought that only his dead body can see this evil ghost again.

"Mr. Chang'an..."

"Don't talk yet, I'll talk to you after I ask you."

The middle-aged man nodded without any hesitation. He was like a robot who couldn't think at all in front of Ying Chengxuan.

Even if he had rehearsed countless times in his mind, if he could really see Ying Chengxun.What should I say to preserve my dignity without embarrassing the Queen Mother.

But when he was in front of the evil spirit in his eyes, he really couldn't afford to resist.

"How much does the queen mother eat every day, how many dishes does she eat, and how is she doing?"

"The Empress Dowager eats two bowls of polished rice a day, eats four vegetarian dishes for each meal, and eats meat once every three days. She is in good health, and Mr. Chang'an is concerned."

Ying Chengxue showed a look of disappointment, shook his head and said sincerely: "That is really disappointing. In your opinion, how long can the Queen Mother live? Is it possible to die tomorrow?"

The Lord humiliates the minister to death.

As a servant of the Queen Mother, no matter how much a middle-aged man could endure Ying Chengxu, he would never be able to bear that Ying Chengxu insulted the Queen Mother he served.

He stood up abruptly, his veins bulging, his callused right hand grasping Qin Jian at his waist, like a black bear standing upright after being irritated.

The Iron Eagle Swordsman is a unit that has only appeared in recent years, and the middle-aged man is the instructor of the first batch of Iron Eagle Swordsmen!

After so many years, the middle-aged man practiced martial arts every day, and his strength was much higher than when he trained the Iron Eagle Swordsman.

"Mr. Chang'an!"

Looking at the middle-aged man's eyes that were about to burst into flames, the smile on Ying Chengxue's face disappeared.

He sighed lightly, feeling a little lost.

"You want to fight with me?"

The aura that the middle-aged man had been brewing for a long time dropped a lot in an instant. He lowered his head and bent his waist, and the hand holding Qin Jian lost three parts of his strength.

As if he had made a big mistake, he said in a thick voice and lower volume: "It's too much..."

Ying Chengxun silently looked at the middle-aged man for a long time.

It can be seen that the middle-aged man is sweating profusely, and his inner clothes are completely soaked.

Seeing that the middle-aged man looked gray and defeated, he was trembling and wanted to bow down.

The middle-aged man has only one thought on his mind at the moment - kill me, kill me...

Ying Chengxi reached out and touched a scar on the corner of the middle-aged man's eyebrow, and said softly: "Let's go, don't come to Xianyang again."

The middle-aged man was shocked. He couldn't understand why he was able to escape. He pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

He reached into his arms and took out a letter from his arms.

This letter is not bamboo slips, nor bark, nor silk.

It was an object half a foot long and five inches wide, with a light yellow color, smooth surface, and as thin as a cicada's wing.

If there are future generations here, they will be able to recognize it at a glance.

This object is a piece of paper.

The middle-aged man knocked his head on the ground, held the note in both hands, and knelt in front of Ying Chengxuan.

Ying Chengxue picked it up with his hand, and threw it on the table, not wanting to look at the note at all.

"roll."

The middle-aged man didn't hesitate this time, and rushed to the door in a hurry, like a bereaved dog, panicked like a fish slipping through the net.

It seemed that the Ying Chengxu behind him was a ghost from hell, and the tiger in the mountains, if he was half a step too late, he would end up dying here.

"If you want to survive, go straight back to Yongdi."

creak~

The moment the middle-aged man pushed open the door, Ying Chengxun's voice reached his ears.

The middle-aged man's expression darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Wei."

Leave quickly.

The drunk was waiting outside the door.

He and the middle-aged man looked at each other, seeing that Ying Chengxun in the room didn't give any instructions, so he let the middle-aged man leave.

"A few years ago, if Mu had known about the kindness of the emperor, Handan City would not have been easily destroyed."

"Are you talking about my wife's benevolence?"

The drunkard stood behind Ying Chengxuan and said: "Qin and Wei fought for Hexi, and Wei Yang, the coach of Qin State, wrote a letter to Prince Ang, the coach of Wei State. The generals of the two countries can't bear to attack each other. I can meet face to face, young master, make a covenant, have a few drinks, and then withdraw our troops."

"The generals of the state of Wei advised one after another: 'Young master, Wei Yang is a ruthless person with vicious methods and murderous methods. If you go here, if you fall into his tricks, how will we explain to the king?' Wei Yang acted as a guarantor and said: "Wei Yang will not kill me. Wei Yang and I have been brothers and sisters since we were young. Even if he kills everyone in the world, he will leave me alone." The soldiers who were arranged by Martingale in advance were captured."

"The dragons in the Wei Kingdom had no leader. Wei Yang took advantage of this opportunity to launch a surprise attack and defeated the Wei army. In this battle, Qin captured the land of Hexi, and Wei Yang was awarded the fifteen cities of Shang. You should be the killer, and you should not miss the old feelings. Your Majesty is going to be Wei Yang, or Wei Gongzi Ang."

Ying Chengxi laughed, turned around and patted the drunkard on the shoulder.

"I, Ying Chengxue, will never do anyone else, I am me, that different fireworks. Let's go and drink!"

In the past, the drunkard whose eyes lit up when he heard the word "wine" stopped, and said with a serious expression, "Your Majesty."

"Don't listen, don't listen, bastard chant the scriptures." Ying Chengxue rushed out, and the laughter of the maids and Ying Chengxun soon sounded outside the house.

The drunkard had no choice but to smile wryly, and sighed sadly: "Your Majesty..."

There was a strange noise from the door, and someone walked into the house again. The drunkard could hear who it was from the sound of footsteps, and he didn't look back.

He picked up the note on the table and looked at it intently. The handwriting on the note was insolent, and the words revealed the arrogance of a phoenix soaring into the nine heavens——Ying Chengyu, have you forgotten your bet with me!
The Lord humiliates the minister to death.

With a gloomy face, the alcoholic handed the note to the scholar in a blue shirt who appeared behind him.

"If you have five thousand soldiers and horses, you can conquer Yongdi!"

The blue-shirted scholar looked at the note, and took out the writing brush that he carried with him. It was a piece of folded paper, and the material of the paper and the note was exactly the same.

The scholar wrote on the paper: Your Majesty will not agree.

The drunkard looked at it, hating that iron cannot be made into steel, and said angrily: "Zhuzi can't conspire with him!"

The scholar is writing again and again: You and I are willing to be the emperor's disciples, isn't it because of the nature of the emperor?

The drunkard choked for breath, then felt annoyed, blushed, and tore the scholar's paper to pieces.

The scholar shook his head helplessly, took out another piece of paper from his pocket, and wrote on it: Why destroy my paper?If you are really resentful, just stand outside Xianyang City and intercept and kill the rest of the comers from Yongdi.There are not many people who have acquaintances between the emperor and Yongdi.

The drunkard snorted coldly: "Mu Nai is a famous general who retired from the Huns but was defeated by the Qin army. He is not a reckless man who knows how to fight bravely and stab people in the back."

(End of this chapter)