The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 100: The eloquent Zhao court, the Zhao monarch was speechless, the Zhao ministers dared not,

Chapter 100: The eloquent Zhao court, the Zhao monarch was speechless, the Zhao ministers dared not, Chang'an monarch scolded Pingyuan monarch to death
If an adult Qin person did such a thing, it would cause displeasure or even anger among the king and ministers of Zhao.

A seven-year-old Qin man was something that the king and his ministers of Zhao found even more ridiculous and funnier.

King Dan of Zhao's hearty laughter earlier had given an extremely clear demonstration to the civil and military officials of the State of Zhao.

They, who were originally smiling and chuckling subtly, suddenly burst into laughter, and the beams in the front hall were shaking with laughter.

They seemed to see Zhao Zheng, who was bullied by the younger generation and entertained the king and ministers of Zhao State.

The Qin people are scary and the Qin kids are easy to bully.

Ying Chengjiao stood his ground and faced the laughter of the Zhao king and his ministers without any cowardice.

He had an expressionless face as he walked up to Zhao Chen who was closest to him, stood still, and stared into Zhao Chen's eyes.

Zhao Chen was kneeling at about the same height as Ying Chengjiao, so the two could communicate face to face.

"Little kid, what do you want to do?" Zhao Yu asked with a smile.

I think the little kid standing in front of me is very interesting and brave.

Ying Chengjiao said nothing, just looked at Zhao Yu quietly, watching Zhao Yu laugh happily.

Zhao Yu laughed and laughed until he couldn't laugh anymore.

Although Qin Wa was young, she looked at him expressionlessly and said nothing, which made Zhao Yu feel even more uncomfortable, as if he was an actor performing a show.

Zhao Yu restrained his smile, his face became more serious, and he said in a deep voice:
"Little kid, what do you mean?"

Seeing that Zhao Yu stopped smiling, Ying Chengjiao didn't even ask his name and walked straight to the next Zhao minister.

He still stared blankly without saying a word.

When Ying Chengjiao walked past the four Zhao ministers, the laughter stopped, and the laughter in the whole hall stopped.

The king and his ministers of Zhao State themselves didn't know why, but they all found it difficult to laugh.

Ying Chengjiao stood still, his face still expressionless.

He looked at the highest leader, Zhao Wangdan, and finally spoke.

"Is it funny?"

In his previous life, Ying Chengjiao usually would not tolerate people making jokes about him too much.

He would express his attitude directly without thinking about whether this would cause the audience to feel awkward or embarrass the person making the joke.

He felt that if people did not take themselves seriously, others would not take them seriously either.

The so-called emotional intelligence is mostly about sacrificing yourself for the sake of others.

Zhao Wangdan felt very strange and had an inexplicable uncomfortable feeling.

The kid in front of him was only seven years old, and he didn't say anything, but he just felt uncomfortable.

Chest feels stuffy and slightly blocked.

He moved his upper body, trying to shake off the discomfort.

But perhaps because the Zhao official uniforms, which imitated the Hu clothing, were short and narrow-sleeved, and slim-fitting, the effect was not good, and the sense of restraint was even stronger.

[I am just a kid, not Qin Zichu, why would I do this?]
Zhao Wangdan forced a laugh, but there was no joy in his laughter, only embarrassment.

"Isn't it funny?"

He raised his right arm and looked around at his ministers.

"Don't you think it's funny?"

In order to agree with King Zhao, laughter broke out again in all parts of the court.

They are sparse and not connected, and each one sounds more embarrassing than the other.

This time, Ying Chengjiao didn't even move his feet. He only moved his eyes and followed the direction where the laughter came from.

Wherever the boy looked, the laughter gradually died down.

When the laughter died down again, Ying Chengjiao looked at Zhao Wangdan again. This time, there was no smile on Zhao Wangdan's face.

The young man said with a cold face:

“I stopped not because I was afraid of you.

"But I am giving you some advice because Qin and Zhao share the same ancestor, so as not to embarrass my family in front of other nations."

He is clearly a child, but speaks like an adult. This scene is a bit inappropriate and lacks deterrence.

This made Zhao Wangdan regain his confidence.

"Oh?" He smiled wryly, "Then you can give me some advice."

When the Zhao officials saw the child imitating adults and boasting, the discomfort in their hearts passed and they looked at the boy with interest, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

Can these great men of the time be educated by a little kid?
Ying Chengjiao remained calm and looked directly at Zhao Wangdan.

"Did the King of Zhao just say that there are no more people in Qin? Otherwise, why would he send a little kid like me as an envoy?"

"I have said so." Zhao Wangdan smiled more naturally, his eyes narrowed into a line of pleasure, and he asked softly, "Isn't that the truth?"

There was laughter again in the field.

Ying Chengjiao looked left and right, waited for a moment, and said in a cold voice:
"Your Majesty is incompetent, and so are your subjects. I should not have come to Zhao."

"You little brat, how shameless you are!" Zhao Yu, the first one who was stared at by Ying Chengjiao and could not laugh, stood up.

He felt very embarrassed that he was silenced by the seven-year-old boy just now, and was eager to show off, so he pointed at the boy and shouted:

"If you don't explain the reason today, it will be a disgrace to the Qin State!"

"I have already said that I will teach you, why are you in such a hurry?" Ying Chengjiao looked at Zhao Yu: "I have heard Confucius say: 'If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.' You are so anxious to know the answer, are you anxious to die?"

Zhao Yu was filled with shame and anger, his face flushed red with anger.

He knew without even thinking that no matter whether he could turn the situation around or not, what happened today would become a laughing stock.

Being mocked by a seven-year-old child using the words of ancient sages, if you take it seriously, you seem to be intolerant, but if you don't take it seriously, you would be worse than a child.

Zhao Yu was caught in a dilemma and regretted standing up.

Just when he didn't know what to do, he heard the annoying young man clasping his hands and asking in a very formal tone:
"You look familiar to me, but I haven't asked for your name yet."

Zhao Yu also cupped his hands, suppressed his anger, and said seriously:
"Zhao Yu."

Having seen Ying Chengjiao's eloquence, he performed his etiquette very well without leaving any loopholes.

"It's you!" The young man was shocked.

Zhao Yu felt strange. How could he have such a great reputation?
He thought about it for a moment, but couldn't come up with any idea, so he put it out of his mind.

Now, he sincerely hoped that this little kid in front of him, who had admired him for a long time, would take the initiative to apologize for offending him just now.

In this way, the previous events turned from disasters into blessings.

Not only would he not become a laughing stock, but he could also use the opportunity to create momentum and publicize matters that were so famous that even the children in Qin were familiar with them.

Zhao Yu prayed in his heart, with a kind look on his face, and said:

"Yes, I am Zhao Yu.

"Chang'an Jun knows my name since you are in Qin State. Do you often hear people talking about Zhao Yu?"

In order to make Ying Chengjiao agree with him, he even called Chang'an Jun, not wanting Ying Chengjiao to feel uncomfortable.

"Of course." Ying Chengjiao answered crisply.

Zhao Yu felt happy and listened to the child's voice as if he were listening to the singing of a magpie.

These three words are enough for him, and it would be even better if he could hear an apology afterwards.

Before the joy could fade away in my heart, I could hear that extremely pleasant child's voice continuing to ring out.

“Everyone in Qin knows that it was you who induced the King of Zhao to accept Shangdang, which eventually led to the Battle of Changping and caused Qin to prosper and Zhao to decline.

"You have made great contributions to the Qin State, why don't you return to Qin? The position of the highest minister of Qin State has long been prepared for you."

Zhao Yu was horrified. Knowing that King Zhao was suspicious, he hurried to the center of the hall, knelt down and kowtowed to the King.

"Your Majesty! This bastard is slandering me! I am definitely not a Qin spy!"

Before Zhao Wangdan could speak, Ying Chengjiao at the foot of the stairs was startled, as if he had suddenly realized something, and said hurriedly:
"King Zhao! I am talking nonsense! Lord Zhao is indeed a loyal minister of Zhao State, and has nothing to do with my Qin State!"

"Shut up!" Zhao Yu turned around, his face grim: "You little brat, stop talking!"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. I won't say anything, okay?" Ying Chengjiao was very obedient and covered his mouth with both hands to indicate that he would never speak.

Zhao Yu: “…”

He had never thought that he would be forced into such a miserable state by a child.

He began to regret again. Why did he tell his name?
He kowtowed to King Zhao and cried out his injustice over and over again.

Even if Ying Chengjiao was replaced by Li Chong, he wouldn't be so nervous.

What a child from an enemy country says is much more credible than what a minister from an enemy country says.

Zhao Wangdan listened to the clapping of his head seven or eight times and said calmly:
"Zhao Yu, who do you think I am?
"Would I listen to the words of a young man and harm my ministers of Zhao?

"go back."

Zhao Yu thanked him, feeling anxious, and sat back in his original seat.

His forehead was bleeding, and he hoped that this would show his loyalty and make the king less suspicious of him.

He knew that the matter was not over yet, and the king just couldn't get angry in front of his ministers in the court.

Given the king’s temper, if he doesn’t die, perhaps his life will never be over.

He lowered his head, feeling gloomy, and pondered how to dispel the king's suspicion.

Just at this moment, he heard again the child's voice that sent him to hell, which was more ominous than the cry of a crow.

"Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu." The young man came closer and called out in what he thought was a very stealthy voice, "Can I speak now?"

Zhao Yu looked up, his eyes full of blood.

He wants to kill someone.

But he didn't dare.

The reason for despising Ying Chengjiao was that Qin sent a seven-year-old child as an envoy to Zhao, which in itself was extremely disrespectful to Zhao.

If Zhao treated the visitor with great ceremony and used formal etiquette to welcome him, it would make Zhao appear too weak and humble.

For example, when the United States visits Britain, the visitor is not the President of the United States, but the seven-year-old son of the President of the United States. Even if Britain follows the lead of the United States, it cannot welcome it with a smile, as this involves national dignity.

Zhao was right.

The king and his ministers could tease Ying Chengjiao and treat him as an actor, and the Qin State could not say anything.

But if you want to kill Ying Chengjiao, there is only one way - to start a war.

Zhao Yu was so angry that his whole body was shaking, but he could only lower his head in great frustration.

Seeing this scene, many of Zhao's ministers in the hall looked at each other, and saw a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

The young man from Qin State in front of him was not Zhao Zheng, the abandoned son of Zhao State who was held hostage, but a real prince of Qin State.

With just a few words, Zhao Yu, who was a fellow minister in the palace, lost his power.

If it weren't for its small size, they wouldn't have believed that this was a seven-year-old child.

"You bastard, don't you have something to teach me?" Zhao Wangdan looked indifferent and in a bad mood: "Go ahead."

Ying Chengjiao sneered, which Zhao Yu heard clearly, and walked back to the center of the hall with a swagger.

He paused again deliberately.

This time, no one dared to stand up.

He had his hands behind his back.

"I have heard that Yan Zi of Qi was sent as an envoy to Chu.

"The King of Chu asked, 'Does Qi have no one? Why did they send you as an envoy?'

"Yanzi replied, 'There are more than 7,000 households in Linzi, the capital of Qi. When you spread out your sleeves, they cover the sky and the sun. When you sweat, it's like rain. People are standing side by side, shoulder to shoulder, toes touching heels. How can the King of Chu say that there are no people in Qi?'

"The King of Chu asked again, 'If that's the case, why did you send someone as short as you as an envoy?'

"Yanzi replied, 'Each envoy of Qi has his own target. A wise envoy is sent to a wise monarch, and an unworthy envoy is sent to an unworthy monarch. I am the most incompetent person, so I have no choice but to be sent to Chu.'

"Just now the King of Zhao asked me whether Qin had no one and why he sent me to Zhao.

"No one in the court tried to stop the King of Zhao from asking the same question as the King of Chu. Instead, they all laughed.

"I don't understand. Do you want to hear the same answer as the King of Chu? Do you really want me to humiliate Zhao? Do you hate your own country so much?

"Or is it that none of you have ever heard of Yan Zi's mission to Chu, and none of you expected to receive such a response?
"I said you are incompetent, am I wrong?

"Do you still think that the question asked by King Zhao is ridiculous?"

The ministers of Zhao State looked at each other in bewilderment; no one dared to speak.

It's not that he doesn't have the awareness that he can defeat Ying Chengjiao in an argument.

But Zhao Yu’s fate was right in front of us.

Standing up to defend a child, although it saved the dignity of the State of Zhao, it did not benefit his own reputation. He might also be branded as someone who cared about a child and was intolerant, and even aroused the suspicion of the king, which was not worth it.

This was the reason why Ying Chengjiao pursued Zhao Yu so relentlessly.

Given King Zhao's suspicious nature, he told all of Zhao's ministers to shut up.

Zhao Wangdan clenched his fists.

He dared to speak, but for a moment he could not think of any words to refute.

He looked at the ministers with a stern look, and the ministers lowered their heads when they saw his gaze.

Most people didn't say anything, so the king was at most upset but unable to deal with them.

But if he stood up and spoke, the king might hold a grudge against him, and the blood on Zhao Yu's forehead was not yet dry.

Ying Chengjiao observed silently.

If no one stands up to speak from beginning to end, it means that there is no Zhao minister in the hall today who is willing to sacrifice himself for the State of Zhao, and regards the dignity of the State of Zhao as more important than his own life, then the time for his assessment of conquering the State of Zhao will have to be advanced.

Bringing back Shangqing Li Chong was a legitimate excuse given by his father, but he took the initiative to request to go to Zhao State as an envoy.

Only by personally entering various countries can we have a more accurate judgment of the situation in each country and make corresponding strategic changes.

Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. It is not enough to be familiar with history, he also wants to travel around the world.

An old man, holding onto a seat, looked pale and stood up tremblingly.

"This brat has sharp teeth and a sharp tongue, and he is really good at talking."

The old man quickly attracted Ying Chengjiao's attention and made Ying Chengjiao respect him sincerely.

The old man who can stand up at this time is just like Huang Shigong, a warrior who is willing to sacrifice his life for the country.

[It is indeed him... Pingyuan Lord, one of the Four Princes of the Warring States Period, Zhao Sheng.]
The young man sighed inwardly, his face cold and expression indifferent.

"and who are you?"

This time he did not bow as a courtesy, he did it on purpose, just to show that he was different from Zhao Yu, and he had to go all out.

In order to meet King Zhao, he made a lot of preparations.

Including but not limited to writing down the portraits of Zhao ministers that Qin could provide, and memorizing the important deeds of each Zhao minister.

"I am Zhao Sheng." The old man was weak in breath, but his momentum was not weak. "What do you want, you brat? I took Shangdang myself. The Battle of Changping was caused by me! Do you want to put on another show in front of the king, saying that I am your Qin spy, just like you slandered Zhao Yu?"

Zhao Yu, with his head lowered and blood on his forehead, was extremely excited and full of gratitude.

Zhao Sheng was Zhao Wangdan's uncle and was the most trusted person by Zhao Wangdan.

Zhao Sheng's words are more effective than a thousand words of self-defense.

The ministers of Zhao State were not as happy as Zhao Yu, and each of them sighed in his heart.

Zhao Sheng was the prime minister of the State of Zhao. For the prime minister to personally go out and face a seven-year-old child was already a loss for the State of Zhao. It was just a matter of how much they would lose.

Ying Chengjiao's expression suddenly became much colder and his words were as cold as ice.

"So you are Zhao Sheng, you are definitely not a spy from the Qin State.

"Your father, King Wuling of Zhao, died of starvation in Shaqiu, and you watched him indifferently.

"My Qin State will not accept such an unfilial and cold-blooded person as you."

Zhao Sheng, 57 years old this year, was so angry that his face turned blue. He shouted:

"I was only ten years old at that time! How could I save my father?"

"I was able to represent Qin as an envoy to Zhao at the age of seven. Why couldn't you save your father at the age of ten?"

Zhao Sheng was so angry that he was gasping for breath.

I wanted to refute, but I couldn't. How many people in the world are like Ying Chengjiao who are born with this knowledge?
Since his childhood, Ying Chengjiao was invincible.

Confucius, Laozi, Mozi, Guiguzi... None of the saints in the world were as powerful as Ying Chengjiao when they were young.

With Ying Chengjiao, a seven-year-old envoy, sitting in the Zhao court, no matter how this issue is discussed, it is all because Zhao Sheng is incompetent.

Zhao Wangdan looked anxious and immediately ordered:

"The court meeting is over! Take the Prime Minister down to rest!"

"No!" Zhao Sheng raised his hand with difficulty to stop him.

If today ends like this, then at this court meeting, this Qin guy will become famous by stepping on Zhao.

Zhao Sheng may not have good reputation, but the reputation of the State of Zhao must not be damaged!
"You bastard! How could the people of Zhao have not heard of Yan Zi's mission to Chu?" The old man said with difficulty: "We just didn't think of it, but you have heard of it."

The old man minimized the impact by shifting the issue of whether the Zhao monarch and his ministers did not love Zhao or were incompetent to one of looking down on Ying Chengjiao, the Qin envoy.

Despite the reputation of bullying the weak, he sacrificed himself to restore the reputation of the State of Zhao.

Ying Chengjiao sighed secretly.

[The Four Princes of the Warring States Period are indeed worthy of their reputation.]
[Zhao has a merciless Lord Pingyuan, who is difficult to deal with...]
[The enemy's hero is my enemy.]
"Do you, Zhao Sheng, think so too?"

Zhao Sheng couldn't deny it, otherwise what he said before would be in vain.

He knew that this seven-year-old kid would definitely have something to say later, but he had no choice and said firmly:

"Not bad!"

"If I remember correctly, your title is Lord Pingyuan." Ying Chengjiao looked up at Zhao Sheng's hair and said, "Your hair is all white, so you must be quite old, right? You must have known your fate, right?"

"Fifty-seven!" Zhao Sheng answered in a strong and powerful voice.

Ying Chengjiao nodded slowly and said puzzledly:
“You became a duke at the age of fifty-seven, and I became a duke at the age of seven. At the age of seven, I achieved what you achieved at the age of fifty-seven.

"You've wasted fifty years, why do you look down on me?

"You have the nerve to kill 450,000 Zhao soldiers and yet you shamelessly say that you are the criminal in the Battle of Changping?
"Or are you avoiding talking about your father's death? The reputation of being unfilial can't shake your heart in the slightest?"

Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng covered his chest, cried out in pain, and collapsed to the ground.

He was already seriously ill, almost as ill as Lin Xiangru, but he forced himself to stay in the court.

On weekdays, I am in a calm mood and can survive without any worries.

Today, I was so angry about Ying Chengjiao that I was heartbroken, my face turned pale, and I closed my eyes and couldn't speak.

If it is a rumor or slander, an old person who has lived for most of his life and seen everything can just laugh it off.

But what Ying Chengjiao said was the truth, the truth that could not be refuted.

He took it to heart.

"Prime Minister Zhao!"

"Lord Xiangbang!"

"Someone, call the doctor! Call the doctor!"

The ministers ran around, the eunuchs sprinted, and the guards entered the palace at the call of the King of Zhao. The court of Zhao was in chaos.

In the chaos, a man walked quietly behind Ying Chengjiao, without making a sound.

When Ying Chengjiao discovered it, a big hand had already grabbed his neck.

The power in that hand is enormous.

There is no need to look, Ying Chengjiao can confirm it just by feeling it with his skin.

This big hand was enough to break his thin neck, and it was difficult for him to breathe now!

This was the closest Ying Chengjiao had ever been to death since he was born.

He couldn't even see the face of the person behind him, but he knew for sure that the person behind him really wanted to kill him.

The murderous aura of the person behind him was far less intense than Bai Qi's, but more dangerous than Bai Qi.

At this critical moment, Ying Chengjiao thought of his father and the night when he scolded his father in front of his grandfather's coffin.

[My father has no murderous intent towards me. He has never wanted to kill me...]
A low voice sounded in his ears, like wind blowing from the underworld.

"You, a brat, dare to scold Lord Pingyuan because you rely on your father being the King of Qin and your Qin having many elite soldiers and generals.

"Most of what you said is correct. The Zhao court is mostly incompetent. They are afraid of Qin. They are so afraid that a seven-year-old like you can speak nonsense here.

“I’m not afraid, if I die, I die.

"Now, your life hangs in my hands.

"I don't care about the Qin State, the King of Qin, and the Qin Army that you rely on. They can't intimidate me.

"I will kill you. Everyone has their own responsibility. You have to pay for your life to the Qin State.

"You may say your last words now."

Ying Chengjiao's face turned red, and he said with difficulty:
"You are a man of high righteousness, a true warrior. For the sake of Zhao, you can exchange your life for mine. What a pity."

"What a pity."

"It's a pity that my father, the King of Qin, will not believe it. My death is caused by you alone and has nothing to do with Zhao."

"..."

The pressure on his neck eased a little. Ying Chengjiao took two deep breaths and felt that breathing was wonderful.

The big hand was still there and the danger was not over yet. He caught his breath and continued speaking.

In order to make his speech more convincing, he spoke slowly and steadily, as if he did not care about his own life.

“As long as I die in the Zhao court, it will be a very troublesome matter.

“Moreover, this will further damage the prestige of the State of Zhao.

"The King of Zhao can't even protect the safety of his envoys, can't even control his ministers, and can't even control the court. How can he manage the State of Zhao well?"

The conversation between the two seemed slow, but it was actually very fast.

But in just such a short while, the busy Zhao Chen finally noticed the two of them.

Zhao Bao, the half-brother of King Huiwen of Zhao and the uncle of the current King of Zhao, the Lord of Pingyang, shouted loudly and pierced the front hall.

"Mao Sui! What are you doing? Let the Qin envoy go!"

Ying Chengjiao understood immediately.

[It turned out to be Mao Sui, no wonder...]
The already chaotic Zhao court became even more chaotic. The expression on King Dan of Zhao's face was even more panicked than when his uncle, Lord Pingyuan Zhao Sheng, fell.

"Capture Mao Sui! Capture Mao Sui quickly! We must ensure the life of the Qin envoy!"

Armed officials swarmed in, pointing their sharp blades at Mao Sui.

All the ministers moved away from Mao Sui and stood far away. No one approached him, for fear that this man of humble origin might hurt them.

Ying Chengjiao felt the large hand on his neck tighten instead of loosen, and breathing became as difficult as before.

He was held tightly in Mao Sui's arms, as if he saw his own grandmother.

He tried hard to lift his head to breathe more oxygen.

Looking at the panicked King Zhao and his ministers who had nothing to do with the matter, he seemed to be thinking about something.

This train of thought was quickly interrupted, as all the thin oxygen was allocated by the brain to keep him alive, cutting off his ability to think.

I could vaguely hear Mao Sui shouting:

"Get out of here...you all...Pingyuan Jun...I am Mao Sui..."

Ying Chengjiao's consciousness began to blur...

When he woke up again, coughing hard and breathing in big gulps of air, he felt as if he had traveled through time again.

He finally saw Mao Sui, who almost strangled him to death.

The official uniform of Zhao State was a short jacket with narrow sleeves.

He is thin and weak, and not good-looking.

It can be said that at first glance, it has no special features and you can't even find it in a crowd.

Mao Sui was surrounded by the officials with sharp knives, his body was covered in blood and he could not move.

Ying Chengjiao coughed so hard that his nose and tears came out, but he still smiled and said to Mao Sui:
"I heard that before the Battle of Handan, Lord Pingyuan was looking for 20 retainers who were both civil and military, to go to Chu to persuade the King of Chu to form an alliance against Qin, but he only found 19 people, and he couldn't find the remaining one.

"The gentleman then stepped forward and recommended himself, asking to go with me to the State of Chu.

"Pingyuan Jun asked the gentleman how many years he had been here, and the gentleman said three years.

"Pingyuan Jun also said that a wise man's conduct in the world is like an awl placed in a bag, the tip of the awl will soon be exposed. He said that the master has been here for three years but has not made a name for himself, so he must not have any ability, so he asked the master to stay.

"The teacher said that you were not in the bag before and lacked an opportunity. Now you ask to be put in the bag. If you were in the bag earlier, not only the tip of the awl would be exposed, but the whole awl would be exposed.

"Then, Mr. Chu persuaded the King of Chu to come to Zhao's aid, lifted the siege of Handan, and saved Zhao from danger. He earned the reputation of 'a three-inch tongue is more powerful than a million soldiers'.

“When I first heard about it, I felt sorry for you, sir.

"Sir, you are so talented, but Lord Pingyuan didn't discover it for three years.

"After meeting you today, I feel that I can't blame you all, Mr. Pingyuan. You are indeed plain-looking."

Mao Sui was surrounded by sharp blades, but he showed no fear at all, and shouted sternly:

"How dare you, a brat, say such things about Lord Pingyuan!
"If Lord Pingyuan hadn't told me to stop, you would have been a corpse long ago! How can you speak!"

Ying Chengjiao wiped away his tears and snot with his sleeve, then turned to look at Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng, who was carried to a place not far from him and was breathing out more than he was breathing in.

A royal physician was squatting next to Zhao Sheng, his clothes were torn open, exposing his chest, and his body, face, and arms were covered with silver needles.

He smiled and said:
"Thank you, Lord Pingyuan, for saving my life. I am very happy.

"If King Wuling of Zhao could be saved by his son, Lord Pingyuan, before he starved to death, he would be happier than this kid."

No one thought that Ying Chengjiao, who had just been rescued by Pingyuan Jun, would say such words to his savior.

"Shuzi!"

Mao Sui was so angry that he didn't care about the sharp knife on his body.

He grabbed a sharp sword and rushed towards Ying Chengjiao, but was stopped by a group of guards.

His swordsmanship was so good that he could hold his own even when surrounded by more than a dozen guards!

All the ministers of Zhao State looked at Ying Chengjiao angrily.

"Inhuman!"

"ungrateful!"

"The Qin people are all villains!"

"..."

They cursed and vented their anger with spit.

Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng opened his eyes wide, lay in the arms of Pingyang Jun Zhao Bao, who was almost the same age as him, and reached out his hand to Zhao Wang Dan.

King Dan of Zhao withdrew his resentful gaze from Ying Chengjiao, knelt on one knee on the ground, and held his uncle Zhao Sheng's hand tightly. The anxiety on his face did not seem fake.

"Don't kill Mao Sui." Zhao Sheng said word by word: "He has made great contributions to Zhao. Don't kill him! Don't let him chill people's hearts!"

Zhao Sheng spoke the last few words surprisingly fluently and shouted them out loud.

"I know, I know." Zhao Wangdan nodded repeatedly: "Uncle, please don't say anything."

Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng's hands dropped.

Zhao Wangdan's voice continued to ring.

"The words..."

(End of this chapter)

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