The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 102: Bai Wuxia's Water Play, Lin Xiangru's Murderous Intentions and Persuasion
Lin Yi, the eldest son of Lin Xiangru and the second most important person in the Lin family, personally sent off the ridiculously young envoy from the State of Qin with a respectful attitude.

As an eyewitness of the dynasty, he saw with his own eyes how Prince Cheng Jiao of Qin could turn the tide and was filled with awe.

He accompanied Ying Chengjiao all the way to the gate, watched Ying Chengjiao get on the carriage, and watched the carriage slowly drive away.

"If I had a son, I'd want him to be like Qin Gongzi Chengjiao..."

He left a few words of deep emotion at the door of his house before returning to the mansion surrounded by his housekeeper and servants.

I quickly walked back to the main house and saw my father clenching his fists and coughing softly.

He was beginning to feel worried because his father's cough had been becoming more and more frequent recently and medicine was becoming less and less effective.

They looked for all the imperial physicians and famous doctors among the people, but none of them could have the ability of Bian Que and Qin Yueren.

"Lin Yi, you, ahem, come here." Lin Xiangru pulled the quilt towards him.

He felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, dizziness and heavy head, and every part of his body felt uncomfortable.

The bed beneath me was hot, burning my buttocks.

However, the bones were still emitting cold, which blocked the heat outside the flesh and allowed it to flow through the fur.

Lin Yi took off his clothes, he was very hot.

It's freezing cold outside, but it's scorching hot inside.

There is not only a fire pit in my father's room, but also three fire walls.

The fire pit was the bed under Lin Xiangru.

The bottom is built with bricks and stones, which is hollow, and the top is covered with fired earth, connecting to the outer hall.

Charcoal is burned inside, and the heat radiates from the surface of the fire pit, filling the room and driving away the cold.

The principles of fire walls and fire pits are the same.

The walls of the house are built into hollow walls with a fire channel inside.

The fire channel is used to transfer heat to the three fire walls to increase the indoor temperature.

But even with such a temperature, it still couldn't warm my father.

External fire can ward off evil and expel external dampness, but it cannot completely remove internal cold.

Lin Yi knelt across the fire pit covered with animal furs, and felt his knees burning hot as soon as he did so.

With tears in his eyes, he tucked in the quilt for his old father, held his father's hand, and said something softly.

"Father."

Lin Xiangru nodded and said "hmm".

With his eyes closed, he tilted his head back and banged it against the wall with a little force, causing a slight "dong" sound to appear.

After this collision, his head hurt more, but he also became more sober.

Lift your eyelids.

Lin Yi could clearly see his own face in his father's cloudy old eyes.

Lin Xiangru himself could not see his eldest son's face clearly.

"Tell me everything that happened in the court. I don't trust that kid. No one in the Qin royal family has credibility."

Lin Yi put his arm behind his father's neck, letting his father use it as a pillow so that he could lean back more comfortably, and told him everything that had happened in the court today.

Lin Xiangru listened attentively and absorbedly.

I was so absorbed in my trance that I seemed to no longer feel any physical pain. I was so shocked that I couldn't express it in words.

He held his breath unconsciously and imagined himself in his mind, putting himself in the Zhao court today.

To make Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng angry to death was an impossible task in his eyes, but this kid from Qin State managed to accomplish it.

After the death of Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng, it would be a life-and-death situation for the situation to face the culprit. He might not have survived, but this seven-year-old prince of Qin came back safe and sound.

After the eldest son finished speaking, Lin Xiangru finally realized what was wrong with his body.

He bent over, lowered his head, and coughed violently, as if his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were about to jump out.

Lin Yi gently patted his father on the back. He was already 58 years old and looked very apologetic.

As the eldest son, he is incompetent and has to let his 81-year-old father still worry about household affairs.

"I'm really... old." Lin Xiangru said with a self-deprecating look.

Every pit on his face is a mark left by time.

He closed his eyes again and gathered his strength.

"Prepare the carriage. I need to see you."

"Father, it's cold outside." Lin Yi, who was also old, said with concern: "Father, you don't have to see the king in person. I will go to the palace now to report that father wants to see the king. Given the importance the king attaches to father, he will definitely come in person... to see you."

Lin Yi hesitated when he said the last two words and lowered his voice.

It wasn't that he had any doubts about what he was thinking, but that his father Lin Xiangru's eyes were wide open, and every inch of his face was filled with anger.

Lin Yi seemed to have returned to his childhood, when his father, who was in his prime, was teaching him, who was still a child, and he was instinctively frightened.

Lin Yi put on his slippers and ran out while answering:
"Son, I'll prepare the car right away. I'll go right away..."

When he heard his eldest son closing the door, Lin Xiangru seemed to have aged ten years and smiled bitterly.

"My son, Lin Xiangru, is already fifty-eight years old, but he is still far inferior to Qin Yiren's seven-year-old son.

"The king is already suspicious, and when he saw this little kid entering my house twice, he was very suspicious.

"You asked the king to come to see me because you think I am dying too slowly?

"I only considered that my body cannot withstand the cold, but I didn't consider the king who can destroy my entire Lin family at any time.

"There is no great wisdom, only some petty cleverness that brings disaster..."

The old man coughed violently and collapsed in the corner.

Greedy for the warmth of the two walls of fire, he covered his face with his hands and sighed deeply.

Inn, an empty room.

There is a large wooden barrel in the middle of the room, filled with hot water.

Ying Chengjiao took off his clothes, climbed in along the edge of the wooden barrel, and sat down.

The warm water soaked his whole body, the heat seeped into his skin, and sweat soon appeared on his forehead.

He closed his eyes, held his breath, and immersed himself in the water.

The world suddenly became quiet.

The people who automatically emerged in his mind were Zhao Sheng, the Lord of Pingyuan, who was willing to sacrifice his life for the State of Zhao, and Mao Sui, who was willing to risk his life for his lord.

Both men were heroes, and both died at his hands.

He killed people again, and he no longer felt the same discomfort as when he killed Zhao Gao.

The body and mind's ability to adapt were much faster than he had imagined.

As he spent more time in the water, the oxygen in his lungs became less and less.

The body's desire for breathing becomes higher and higher, and its reactions become more and more sensitive.

The pain in my neck, which had previously been imperceptible, now became noticeable.

If Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng had not stopped him, he would most likely have been strangled to death by Mao Sui.

He had one foot halfway into the gate of hell, and he didn't know if he would be lucky enough to get through if he really walked through it.

And after he unexpectedly angered Zhao Sheng to death, everyone in the palace wanted to kill him.

The murderous intent directed at him alone made his brain go blank and his legs go weak.

If Zhao Wangdan hadn't grabbed his hand, he would have collapsed to the ground.

He admitted that he was really scared.

It was not until he was alone at this moment, with every part of his body wrapped in water, that he felt a little safe.

Survived a disaster, truly survived a disaster.

He used the heightened sensitivity caused by lack of oxygen and suffocation to feel every part of his body.

The hairs that had stood up in shock were now completely smooth.

The blood that had been surging like the Yellow River bursting its banks finally calmed down at this moment.

He sincerely believed that it was great to be alive.

He really wanted to return to Xianyang.

he asked himself in his mind.

[If you, Ying Chengjiao, hadn't there been any history, wouldn't the Qin Dynasty have still unified the world? Why are you fighting for your life?]
[The real last words of my father were for you to live well, not for you to contribute to the country as my father said.]
[Why don't you just continue to be Prince Chengjiao in Xianyang and lie down and do nothing?]
Before he could give an answer, he heard a creaking sound.

The sound was actually very light, but it was extremely harsh to his ears.

[assassin!]
He opened his eyes in horror in the water, and as he jumped out of the water, he splashed water at the door and screamed at the same time.

"Someone is coming! There is an assassin!"

He knew clearly that with his seven-year-old body, the best way to survive against an assassin was to call for help.

[If I can survive this time, I will return to Xianyang immediately!]
Bai Wuxia pushed the door open boldly, and was greeted by a handful of steaming water.

Her warrior instinct made her dodge automatically, and before she could land a foot, she heard the villain's hysterical and miserable scream.

"Someone is coming! There is an assassin!"

The girl who came in to protect this unworthy disciple was instantly furious.

He aimed at the slender little figure, tapped his toes lightly, and rushed over like an arrow.

She stretched out her arm and caught the disciple who was about to fall out of the bucket, her beautiful face full of anger.

"Where did this assassin come from? What nonsense!"

The Qin elite soldiers guarding outside rushed to the door.

Seeing that Young Master Cheng Jiao was safe and sound, Commander Bai Wuxia's face was filled with unhappiness.

He wisely left the room and closed the door considerately.

They retreated very quickly, fearing that they would be stopped by the female commander and use the competition as an excuse to vent her anger.

These brave warriors who fought on the battlefield were originally unwilling to obey Bai Wuxia. Why should these men obey a woman?

Then they were defeated by Bai Wuxia.

Without forming a battle formation, the ten of them would not be a match for Bai Wuxia.

When they found out that Bai Wuxia was the granddaughter of Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an, they were all convinced and secretly thought that she was worthy of being the descendant of the Marquis of Wu'an.

Ying Chengjiao was in a state of being frightened at this time, and his reaction was not as fast as those sharp warriors who were beaten and had bruises all over their bodies.

Bai Wuxia's voice entered his ears. While his brain was processing the instructions without issuing any, his body automatically functioned to repel the outsider.

With eyes closed, he yelled and pushed with his hands and feet.

Soon, the brain recognized that this was the teacher's voice and issued a command to be quiet.

Ying Chengjiao opened his eyes and saw the energetic young teacher with a frosty face.

He smiled awkwardly, his tense nerves relaxed, and he felt the place where his hands were placed was soft.

[I can't believe...he's so rich.]
He knew immediately where it was, but he would rather not know.

Then he can pinch it curiously like the male protagonist in movies and TV shows.

Now... he wants to pinch it too.

He looked at his teacher's youthful but cold face, and with the few morals in his mind, he suppressed this tempting thought.

Just as he was about to move his claws away quietly, Bai Wuxia lowered his head to take a look at his chest, which appeared to be extremely flat.

[It’s over! ]
With the idea that it was not too late to mend the fence after the sheep had been lost, Ying Chengjiao quickly moved his claws away and explained, "Master Bai, I didn't mean it."

"Bullshit!" Bai Wuxia interrupted angrily.

He threw the villain back into the tub and stepped back to avoid the splashing water.

Ying Chengjiao fell into the water, stood up hastily, and tried to explain again:

“Master Bai, I didn’t mean to touch your… chest.

“I thought you were an assassin, so I instinctively pushed you away.

"Really, I swear to God."

This time he finished the sentence and pointed his finger above his head.

Ever since he discovered that swearing was effective and everyone believed it, he became addicted.

But his young teacher's expression did not improve, but became even colder.

he wondered.

[Swearing doesn't work anymore? The military doesn't believe in swearing?]
About to argue again.

Bai Wuxia rushed over with a few steps, pressed his shoulders, and pushed him into the water, leaving only his confused little head outside.

"Do you think this is your Li Yi Palace, where the coldest days of winter are just like spring?
"You don't know what cold is, do you? Aren't you afraid that the cold will enter your body and leave you with a lifelong illness?

"My father said you were smart, the king said you were smart, but I think you are even dumber than a pig! Just lie down in the water!"

Bai Wuxia was very angry.

In the cold winter of December, the weather in Handan is even colder than that in Xianyang.

After soaking in hot water, all the pores on the body opened up, leaving nothing exposed.

Even if she hadn't opened the door just now, the cold wind and cold air wouldn't have come in. The cool air in the room alone would have been enough to catch a cold for this stupid disciple.

If it mixes with the water droplets on the skin, it won't take long for someone to get rheumatism.

My grandfather, the king, entrusted the safety of this boy to her.

She thought she was just guarding against the assassin outside, but she never expected that the guy in front of her was looking for death!

Ying Chengjiao didn't dare to talk back. He just said "oh" and lay obediently in the water, looking at Bai Wuxia.

The water vapor in the bathtub rises and keeps rising, covering the flawless white face, giving it a misty beauty.

Bai Wuxia is a young and beautiful girl, and beautiful people are also beautiful when they are angry.

A pretty face with a mixture of shyness and anger, the jade-like white background was stained with a few shades of pink from exercise and anger.

The black hair absorbed moisture, most of it stuck to her pretty face, and when someone pushed it aside, a strand hung down like a fishing line.

Ying Chengjiao's heart beat faster, his blood flowed faster, and his eyes quickly moved away.

[Ying Chengjiao! This is your teacher!]
[She's only fifteen! This is against the law!]
Then, Ying Chengjiao's face turned red.

He found that his body had reached its rebellious stage and was extremely rebellious.

The more he preached, the more excited his body became.

Bai Wuxia watched as his disciple's eyes changed from staring to drifting, and his complexion changed from normal to red, so red that blood seemed to be dripping.

Her hand left her apprentice's shoulder and there was a "splash" as it came out of the water.

The water in the bathtub ripples, and Ying Chengjiao's heart lake ripples with it.

Bai Wuxia gently pinched her apprentice's chin with her hand, bent down flat, and put her pretty face close to Ying Chengjiao's face, only two inches away.

"Look at me." She said coldly.

The hot air blew on Ying Chengqiu's face, and Ying Chengqiu's ears turned red.

She blinked her almond-shaped eyes quickly and forced herself to look at the teacher.

He smelled a fragrance on the teacher, which was particularly pleasant.

Bai Wuxia became even more suspicious, and his shoulders slumped another half an inch.

The hair fell into the water and swirled around in circles.

"Why are you so guilty?" she demanded.

This time the breath was hotter, and Ying Chengjiao's breathing slowed down unconsciously.

His body was stiff, his thoughts were impure, and his responses were naturally halting.

"No, no, no..." The evil thoughts came out along with the words, and the rationality that had been suppressed for a long time returned a little, and the subsequent words were fluent: "Master Bai, I really didn't mean it just now."

Bai Wuxia's eyebrows are slightly flattened, and the iceberg is thawing.

"Stuttering, are you still from Qin? Not at all clear, speak louder and more clearly!"

Ying Chengjiao was encouraged and said loudly:
"Master Bai, I didn't mean to touch your breasts!"

Bai Wuxia's lips curled up, but the smile was cold.

"You're too guilty to look at me, is that why?"

Ying Chengqiu's ears felt hot again, and he really thought the teacher's smile was beautiful.

The time limit of courage was up and the voice became smaller again.

"Yes."

He kept wanting to lower his head, but the teacher's white and slender fingers lifted his chin to prevent him from lowering his head.

Suddenly, the upward force under his chin disappeared, and his head naturally lowered.

There was a "splash" sound, and the ripples in the bathtub were much more turbulent than before.

"look up!"

With a delicate rebuke, Ying Chengjiao looked up again, his eyes suddenly widening.

"Bai, Bai, Bai, Bai, Master Bai." His eyes moved back and forth between his hands and the teacher's cold face: "You, you you, you you you, what are you doing?"

The slow-reacting brain finally receives the hand signal and gives a delayed analysis result.

Ying Chengyu's eyes widened.

The wealthy and generous teacher made him have several little hearts and countless question marks in his mind.

A little joy, but a lot of confusion.

The girl's expression remained cold.

But Ying Chengjiao, who was familiar with the teacher, could see the teacher's softening heart from the teacher's softening eyes.

"Should I put it in?" the girl asked coldly.

"???"

Ying Chengjiao's little head shook, his mouth opened slightly, and he was completely confused.

By the time he reacted, the slippery feeling of the fabric disappeared.

His hands also disappeared, not visible outside his clothes, and he felt the friction of skin against skin.

His hands and eyes each do their own thing.

Grab it gently, grab it with a little force, and grab it hard.

Staring blankly at the teacher.

Bai Wuxia still held his disciple's wrist with his left hand. He raised his right hand and pressed it on the little disciple's head, gently rubbing the wet hair.

Looking at his little disciple's cute silly face, his expression softened completely.

Thousands of years of icebergs melt into flowing water that nourishes all things.

"I have listened to your performance in the Zhao court. You are able to do this far beyond my imagination. I cannot do it.

"This is your first time leaving Qin State and you have taken on such an important mission. You must be very shrewd when you are away from home. You don't need to hide your inner thoughts in front of your teacher. Don't hold it back.

“You’re only seven, still very young. It’s normal to be scared after killing someone. It’s also normal to be scared after almost being killed. It’s even more normal for you to miss your mother’s embrace.

“My age is about the same as Madam Ji’s.

"After you leave Qin, you can treat me as Madam Ji. In private, you can call me mother. Just call me that and let me hear you."

Ying Chengjiao: “…”

The girl exhaled like a orchid.

"Master has told me that you don't need to hide anything from me. Don't feel guilty or afraid.

"Just shout it out, I will protect you like your mother."

Bai Wuxia waited for a moment, but still the little disciple did not open his mouth.

The blush on the young disciple's face completely faded, and he was pulling his hand back with force.

Upon learning that her young apprentice was almost assassinated in the Zhao court, the girl, filled with guilt, tightly grasped her young apprentice's hand.

Her pretty face turned red, she hesitated for a moment, and then gritted her teeth.

"Are you not satisfied with touching, but also want to eat...ah...

"I have never been a mother, so I thought you stopped eating when you were seven years old, so I just touched you."

"Master Bai!" Ying Chengjiao screamed, "I don't want to eat!"

[Who is still breastfeeding at the age of seven?]
Bai Wuxia clearly let out a sigh of relief and regained his dignity as a teacher.

"Then scream out, it will make you feel better."

Ying Chengjiao held his breath and pulled his hand back, gritted his teeth and said:
"Master Bai, please let go! I haven't touched you since I was a child! I don't miss my mother!"

Bai Wuxia did not loosen her grip at all and kept a stern face.

“Hard-mouthed!
"You've caught them all! And you keep catching them!

“It’s okay to lie to them outside, but don’t lie to your teacher.

"No, don't lie to your mother."

Ying Chengjiao: “…”

If he could travel back in time to a moment ago, he would rather drown himself than jump out of the bathtub.

I can’t tell!

Amid the mist, the fifteen-year-old girl wanted to be a mother and the seven-year-old boy wanted to die.

There was a soft "knock knock" sound; someone was knocking on the door.

Bai Wuxia, who had failed in her attempt to become a mother, let go of Ying Chengjiao's hand, with obvious unhappiness written on her face.

Ying Chengjiao quickly retracted his hand and buried his whole body and head in the bathtub.

He wants to suffocate himself, how shameful!
"Come in!" Bai Wuxia's cold voice spread into the water.

After a "creaking" sound, a male voice also came into the water.

"Commander, letter received."

"Go out."

After another "creak", Ying Chengjiao's head emerged from the water.

The letter arrived while he was bathing... was it that urgent?
Bai Wuxia spread out the bamboo slips in his hand and read softly:
"My boy, if you don't want to die, return to Xianyang immediately. I will go to see King Zhao and ask him to kill you.

"Lin Xiangru..."

The girl's pupils contracted, she threw away the bamboo slips, picked up the quilt on the bed, and was about to wrap up her little disciple and run away.

Lin Xiangru basically knew what they had done in the past few days.

Ying Chengjiao huddled in the water, motionless.

[If I run away, wouldn't it prove that I came to Zhao with bad intentions? Wouldn't it be a waste of my trip to Zhao?]
(End of this chapter)