The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 109: The King of Zhao orders an envoy to Yan on behalf of Zhao, and the young man wants to be the Prime Minister of Zhao

Zhao Yu, covered in blood and in a very bad mental state, lay on the ground, facing Ying Chengjiao and shouting loudly.

Like a barking dog relying on its master's power.

He half-raised his leg, pointed at Ying Chengjiao, and turned sixty degrees to find his master, Zhao Wangdan.

“Pingyuan Jun’s three times of deer antler blood is extremely fast, five times, and there is also ephedra.

"If you let me go, I will. I don't want to kill Lord Pingyuan. Lord Pingyuan treats me very well!

"It's him! It was this kid who harmed Lord Pingyuan! Lord Pingyuan won't die if he's not angry!

"Please spare my life, my king. I am useful! I am useful! I am very useful!

"I am a spy for the State of Qin! I can go to Qin to be a spy for the State of Zhao!"

Zhao Yu's ugly side was fully revealed.

Ying Chengjiao, who was identified, turned to look at Zhao Wangdan, with a hint of confusion and annoyance in Danfeng's eyes.

He ignored Zhao Yu, slammed the table and jumped off the chair.

It has a small body but a great momentum.

"What does King Zhao mean? It's never going to end, is it? You brought a bitch out to disgust me!"

Before Zhao Wangdan could say anything, Zhao Yu was inexplicably excited.

He rolled and crawled towards Ying Chengjiao, yelling like a madman as he moved.

"Don't pretend! It's you, you bastard!
"You, the Prime Minister of Qin, Lu Buwei, promised me that after Lord Pingyuan died, you would take me to Xianyang to be a senior minister of Qin!
"I am obsessed with money, I"

Bai Wuxia took three steps forward and stood in front of Ying Chengjiao.

To deal with such a villain, she didn't even need to draw her sword, she just kicked Zhao Yu away with one kick.

Zhao Yu took off from the spot and fell to the seat opposite Ying Chengjiao.

The prince of Zhao on the opposite side was quick-eyed and quick-footed. When he saw someone flying over, he immediately jumped up like a spring.

He pushed hard with his feet and jumped out of the chair with his buttocks off.

Zhao Yu fell on the most popular table in Zhao State, smashing the wine vessels, plates and cups on it, making a continuous "clattering" sound.

The vegetable leaves, meat soup and cooking oil were all over his body, making him look very messy.

Zhao Yu felt severe pain in his stomach, knowing that the Qin prince's female guard had not held back when she kicked him.

He held his stomach and struggled to get up, cursing as the wine bottles and plates collided with each other again:
"How dare you hit me, you bitch! You..."

Before he could finish his words, a Zhao sword pierced his chest, piercing his heart.

The man holding the sword was the prince of Zhao who had dodged.

"Please don't blame me, Lord Chang'an." The prince of Zhao had a slightly apologetic look on his face.

The strength in his body quickly drained away, and Zhao Yu widened his eyes in disbelief.

He looked at the prince of Zhao and couldn't understand why he died like this?
He opened his mouth and made a meaningless "ah" sound.

The prince of Zhao looked at Ying Chengjiao with a slightly apologetic look on his face, and pulled out the three-foot Zhao sword that was not even tangled in the handle.

Blood gushed out, temporarily depriving Zhao Yu of the strength to speak.

The more than 60-centimeter-long blood-red Zhao sword split the blood spring and stabbed down again.

With a light "chi" sound, the sharp blade entered the flesh again.

Zhao Yu raised his neck with great effort, staring with his big eyes, looking at the prince of Zhao who had killed him for no reason with great hatred.

"Zhao..."

Blood was flowing from his mouth and his words were unclear.

He repeated it several times and finally spat out the name of his enemy.

"...Yan!"

Ying Chengjiao watched this farce, looked up at Zhao Yan who suddenly attacked and killed people, and Zhao Yu who was suddenly killed, and pretended to be surprised on his face.

A line of words flashed quickly through my mind.

[Zhao Yan, son of Zhao Dan, King Xiaocheng of Zhao, was known in history as King Daoxiang of Zhao.]
A hint of surprise also flashed across Zhao Wangdan's face. This was not what he had designed, and his son Zhao Yan's move was not part of the plan.

He looked at Zhao Yan deeply, remembered this son, and exchanged glances with his uncle, Pingyang Jun Zhao Bao.

With his hands behind his back, he walked down the platform in a square step.

"This is Zhao Yu, a spy from the State of Yan! Lord Pingyuan died at the hands of this man!
"I have brought him to Chang'an Jun and killed him, thus clearing his name.

"When his death is imminent, he still tries to sow discord between Zhao and Qin. He deserves death!"

Ying Chengjiao suddenly realized what was going on and rushed to Zhao Yu's body with an angry look on his face.

He drew out Master Zhao Yan's three-foot sword and hacked at Zhao Yu's body viciously.

"You damn bitch! It's you who's behind this! You deserve to be killed! You deserve to be killed!"

An hour ago.

After seeing Ying Chengjiao off, Lin Xiangru's eldest son Lin Yi returned to his father's room, seeming to want to say something but hesitated.

He turned around and wanted to go out, but stopped at the door and turned back.

After five times, Lin Yi finally made up his mind.

"Father, are you really going to hand Lin over to that little kid?"

Lin Xiangru opened his eyes and looked at his eldest son indifferently.

"If I don't give it to that kid, do I count on you?"

"But, but he is too young, seven years old, he..."

"Seven years old, so what? At the age of seven, he was able to stir up the situation in Zhao State, anger Zhao Sheng to death in front of the king and his ministers, and escape unscathed. Can you do that?"

Lin Yi was speechless. After a while, he said:

"Let's see if he can get away with it today."

Lin Xiangru closed his eyes in disappointment.

When Lin Yi saw this, he knew that he had said the wrong thing and his father was unhappy.

But he didn't know where he was wrong, and he couldn't even remedy it, so he could only leave in confusion.

When Lin Xiangru heard the sound of the door closing, he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Qin State has Yao Tiao, and my Lin family can at least keep one branch.

"Master Zhao... I hope this little kid will remain loyal and always value feelings.

"I'm dying, this is all I can do."

The old man smiled bitterly, unable to understand why his son could be so stupid.

Even a seven-year-old child could see it, but my son in his fifties just couldn't see it.

From the moment Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng was angered to death by that little kid, the confession of that villain Zhao Yu was of no use at all.

The long-term use of ephedra and deer antlers could take Zhao Sheng's life at any time.

He launched the rebellion when the prince of Qin was on a diplomatic mission to Zhao. He claimed to be a spy of Qin and cooperated with the prince of Qin, Ying Chengjiao.

Why did the Qin State do this?
Is it to kill one of the King of Qin’s only two children?

Anyone who is not a fool can tell at a glance that this is a frame-up, and an extremely clumsy one at that.

As early as this time, the Lin family had fallen into the hands of Ying Chengjiao.

Changle Palace.

King Dan of Zhao did not think of himself as a fool, and Zhao Bao, the Lord of Pingyang, did not think of himself as a fool even more.

Then there is only one truth, that kid from Qin was framed.

This thief Zhao Yu is really stubborn and refuses to tell the truth no matter what.

Ying Chengjiao had foreseen this scene as early as when he was in the posthouse, so he sighed, "I still need to practice."

Whether the truth is revealed or not, whether Zhao Yu tells the truth or not, the result will be the same.

This was the first time he truly witnessed the top strategists of the late Warring States period take action.

Once Lü Buwei and Lin Xiangru join forces, there will be no way to counter them.

Now, even if Ying Chengjiao said in front of King Dan of Zhao that he was the one who murdered Lord Pingyuan Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Wangdan would only think that he was being slandered one after another, and he was upset and speaking in anger.

The banquet was in full swing and King Dan of Zhao was drunk.

"Lord Chang'an, I have treated you well in my country of Zhao, right?"

The seven-year-old boy smiled happily and stared at the brass beauty as she undressed.

"No, no, the King of Zhao treats me better than my father treats me, so he won't let me watch the brass dance."

"As long as Lord Chang'an is happy, just watch and cherish it. Alas." Zhao Wangdan's face was full of loneliness.

Holding the wine jug, he poured wine without stopping, tilting his head back and drinking.

While drinking, he observed Ying Chengjiao out of the corner of his eye.

The seven-year-old Qin Tong lived up to his reputation as a child prodigy. He was indeed much more sensitive than other people. He could hear the hidden meaning in his words and immediately frowned.

"What do you mean, King Zhao?"

Zhao Wangdan did not respond immediately. He gulped down the entire pot of wine and threw it away. The copper pot hit the ground with a "bang bang bang" sound.

He sat on the chair, his center of gravity leaning to the left, his right foot stomped on the edge of the chair with a "snap" sound, and shouted angrily:
"The King of Yan raised 600,000 Yan troops to attack me! I only have 130,000!
"This battle is most likely unwinnable, but I would rather die in glory than live in disgrace!

"Don't worry, Chang'an Jun. Three days before the Yan army arrives, I will send someone to escort you back to Qin and will never get you into trouble." "Before that, Chang'an Jun, just have fun!"

When Ying Chengjiao heard this, his face turned red all of a sudden, as if he was drunk.

He stood up immediately, and his little chest was stretched to the limit, like a little rooster with his chest puffed out.

He patted his chest with his hands and said proudly:
"The State of Zhao is about to be destroyed, but the King of Zhao still thinks of me. No one has ever been so kind to me!
"You guys are fighting to the death, and I'm watching the brass dance, this is outrageous! I want to help you!
"I will return to Qin tomorrow and ask my father to send reinforcements to help you!

"Brass dancing is only fun when everyone is watching it together! Mahjong, poker, and billiards can't be played by one person, you have to play together!"

As soon as these words were uttered, the atmosphere in Changle Palace was ignited.

The Zhao royal family members stood up one after another and, led by King Dan of Zhao, raised their glasses to toast the prince of Qin.

"Young Master is righteous!"

"This is the first time I've seen a great man of state today! This bottle of wine is for Master Cheng Jiao!"

"Changan Jun is not young in any other way except his age!"

"..."

The praises from the crowd seemed to have knocked Ying Chengjiao unconscious.

The young man laughed, pushed away the juice that Zhao Guo had specially prepared for him, and shouted heroically:
"Bring me the wine!"

Zhao Wangdan raised his head and drank a bottle of wine, looking good for Ying Chengjiao, and advised:

"Have you forgotten, Lord Chang'an? The King of Qin said that you are not allowed to drink. You are still too young."

The young man's eyes widened, and he jumped and shouted:
"Do I have to listen to him? How am I young? I'm seven years old! I want to drink today!"

"Young Master, you can't drink alcohol!" Bai Wuxia stopped him coldly.

She could ignore other things, but she couldn't let her little disciple touch alcohol, or tell anyone if he got drunk.

The little apprentice is only seven years old and probably has never drunk alcohol. He might get drunk after just one bottle of alcohol.

Ying Chengjiao tilted his head.

"Leave me alone when we're out here!"

Bai Wuxia continued to look cold and didn't say anything.

She knew she wasn't very smart, but she could still hear the hidden meaning of this sentence.

The young disciple had his own ideas and asked her not to interfere.

But this tone... Bai Wuxia felt it was a little strange...

As he drank bottle after bottle of wine, Ying Chengjiao's face became redder and redder.

When he got to the sixth bottle, he noticed that his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

[Seven-year-old body is really rubbish! He can get drunk even by drinking vinegar!]
He cursed inwardly and drank another bottle of wine.

He staggered two steps and spit all the liquid on Zhao Yan, the prince of Zhao State who was standing at the back of the crowd.

In the future, if he wants to deal with Zhao Yan, this sip of wine will be the medium and the excuse.

Although he has not thought about how to deal with Zhao Yan yet, when he really starts to think about it, it will be too late.

This is what he learned in his previous workplace.

When interacting with others, you cannot owe each other anything, and you cannot be too aloof.

If a colleague at work invites you for a meal, don't always think about inviting him/her back. Nowadays, everyone needs a meal.

When something happens, I will use this meal as an introduction and say that you treated me last time and I will treat you this time, and talk about it at the dinner table.

When things are done, you should show some expression.

When expressing your gratitude, be sure to express that this is a thank you for the help, and make a separate note of the favor.

Zhao Yan was able to dodge Zhao Yu's flying blow, but he couldn't dodge the wine.

He was stunned at first, then smiled helplessly and patted his shirt.

"Changan Jun has a lot of energy. He can spray so far."

"Haha, okay, no problem. Hiccup, that's enough! Enough!" Ying Chengjiao sat back in his chair, unable to express himself clearly.

Zhao Wangdan sat on the table in front of the young man, looked at his confused eyes, and shouted:

"Chang'an Jun! Are you going back to Qin and never coming back? Do you really want to help Zhao?"

The boy's face turned red and his neck became thick, looking as if he was insulted.

"Bullshit! Bullshit! A gentleman can be killed! But he cannot be humiliated! Flawless!"

The boy turned around to look at the girl. Her little red face was like a little sun, and her mouth reeked of alcohol.

He pointed at Zhao Wangdan in front of him.

"Hack him!"

Bai Wuxia reached for the hilt of the sword.

She is a soldier and she obeys orders.

"Lord Chang'an! Lord Chang'an! I regret it! I was wrong!" Zhao Wangdan hugged the young man's neck and said, "I judged you with my own mean heart. Please forgive me, sir!"

The boy snorted and waved his hand.

"Since you realize your mistake, I won't chop you!"

Bai Wuxia's jade hand left the hilt of the sword.

Her ears moved slightly and she heard a few chuckles.

Following the direction, he saw several princes of Zhao State gathered together, looking at him jokingly.

The look in her eyes was full of provocation and lust, just like the beauty spinning on the brass pipe in the center of the arena.

She retracted her gaze and resisted the urge to stab these perverts to death with a sword.

[Ying Chengjiao, what on earth do you want to do!]
The looks and voices of the people around her made the girl extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't understand the boy's purpose at all, so she became a little anxious.

The voice that annoyed the girl the most sounded again.

"Chang'an Jun is a national hero! An unparalleled national hero!" Zhao Wangdan laughed: "Mao Sui, who assassinated you, has the reputation of having a three-inch tongue that is better than a million soldiers. Chang'an Jun was able to talk Mao Sui into committing suicide out of shame. He is more powerful than Mao Sui!"

"That's right!" Ying Chengjiao burped, "Of course!"

Zhao Wangdan slapped his thigh fiercely.

"Why are you going back to Qin? Why don't you just go to Yan and ask the King of Yan to withdraw his troops?"

Bai Wuxia's expression changed and her cold face broke the ice.

"No!"

Yan and Zhao were at war.

The Qin State made friends with distant states and attacked nearby states. The distant state was Yan and the nearby state was Zhao. How could a prince of Qin go to Yan to lobby for Zhao?

As she shouted these two words, her little apprentice also shouted at the same time:

"Yes! Why should I go back to Qin? I will go to Yan! I will go and talk to the King of Yan! Let him withdraw his troops!"

Zhao Wangdan laughed as if he didn't hear Bai Wuxia's voice.

"Chang'an Jun, are you kidding me? Do you really dare to go to Yan State? Do you dare to swear?"

The young man stood up angrily, swayed a few times, then sat back down, drunkenly saying:
"What the hell! I swear, woooooooooooooooo!"

The boy's mouth was covered by the girl and he couldn't struggle free.

The boy was very anxious and opened his mouth to bite the girl's hand, wanting her to let go, but he couldn't open his mouth.

[You forced me to do this!]
The boy stuck out his tongue.

Bai Wuxia held his little disciple's mouth tightly, making sure that he was drunk. He had to do what he had sworn!
Facing Zhao Wangdan's murderous gaze, she felt her heart pounding but her hands were extremely steady.

Then, that very steady hand felt a slippery object spinning in the palm of its hand, and wherever it moved, there was wetness.

[What is that thing...it's this pervert's tongue!]
The girl's eyes widened, and her hands relaxed involuntarily in embarrassment.

Ying Chengjiao seized the opportunity and shook his head violently.

Before that jade hand came down, she shouted loudly:
"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone outside?"

Bai Wuxia: “…”

Looking at the little disciple's red face and drunken eyes, she was really not sure whether the little disciple was still sober.

This sentence still made the girl stop.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and under Zhao Wangdan's urgent gaze, he said loudly:
"I swear, I'm Zhao... That's not right!"

Zhao Wangdan's expression changed and became a little fierce.

Seeing that the young man was still drunk, he immediately disappeared.

"What's wrong?"

"I am going to Yan State on behalf of your State of Zhao. Does this count as an envoy? I must have an identity from the State of Zhao!"

"Ahahaha, right, right, right! Lord Chang'an is right! I will appoint Lord Chang'an as the Prime Minister right now!"

"No!" The young man waved his hands, full of dissatisfaction: "I am a national hero! An unparalleled national hero! Shang Qing is not worthy of me! Pingyuan Jun is dead, isn't the position of prime minister of Zhao vacant? I want the position of prime minister!"

　I think those who read this, I admit that my writing is bad, this is true, but should have a little trust in my ability to write a story plot? I don't know who will say it's illogical! Brainless! Spray me! I said, I can't post 100,000 words in one go, and explaining in the middle involves spoilers so I can't explain it. Please don't give a bad review when the plot is in the middle.

　　The character Bai Wuxia was mentioned, saying that the two of them progressed too quickly without any foreshadowing in the early stages. Then there was no plot in the early stages. I can't force a fifteen-year-old girl to fall in love with a seven-year-old boy. Isn't that anti-intellectual? They said that there was no affection before, and they should have written about their good affection before writing about the two of them taking a bath. Before that, there was indeed only a teacher-student relationship. It was from the stage in Zhao State when they experienced things together that they began to have feelings. This is the beginning.

　　If I was not allowed to write about Bai Wuxia in the beginning, I would not be able to write this part. Without the previous romantic things, Bai Wuxia would not have reacted at all after being licked twice after holding Ying Chengjiao, and Ying Chengjiao would not have thought of this method. I really write one thing after another. You can go to the beginning and read it casually. I can use any plot. I don't write watered-down articles.

　　If I have to say something is wrong, it would be the parts that are applied to reality, such as the workplace in this chapter. If you don't like it, I won't write about it in the future. Apart from enriching the image of the protagonist a little, the rest are personal stuff and really have no impact on the plot.

　　
　
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