The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 17 A gentleman can be bullied

Squeak, squeak, squeak

The rocking chair rocks gently, solo.

Ying Chengjiao was rocking in a rocking chair, showing off fruits, and looking very comfortable.

Ying Zheng just sat with his butt on the edge of the rocking chair, feeling very uncomfortable.

His brother's cruelty reminded him of the princes of Zhao State.

Those who called him a Qin dog and whipped him with horsewhips called him the damned prince of Zhao.

He didn't know how to get along with his brother.

After a long while, when all the fruits on the small table had been eaten, Ying Chengjiao wiped his mouth and smiled at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng's heart trembled involuntarily.

Just now in the Supreme Court Justice’s Mansion, his younger brother smiled and hit the old Supreme Court Justice until his head was bleeding, and smiled and forced the Supreme Court Justice to give the answer within a quarter of an hour.

Now when he sees his brother smile, he still thinks of the blood.

Ying Chengjiao noticed it, put away his smile, and looked a little helpless.

"Brother, do you think I've gone too far?"

Ying Zheng said nothing.

Ying Chengjiao covered his mouth and his voice was a little muffled.

"Brother was deceived by Zhao Di's performance."

"…What do you mean by that?"

Ying Chengjiao did not reply immediately. His throat moved several times, then he put down his hand, lay down and said:
"Let me tell you some torture methods."

Ying Zheng actually didn't want to listen to it, as it always brought back bad memories for him.

But he knew that his brother's sudden mention of torture was definitely not groundless.

Deep down, he didn't want his younger brother to be the same as those damn princes of Zhao State.

The desire to exonerate his brother overcame the disgust that made him unwilling to recall the past.

He nodded heavily, looking serious.

"You said."

Ying Chengjiao counted on his fingers.

"Speaking of torture, the first one to be recommended is the punishment of burning with fire, which is said to have been invented by King Zhou of Shang.

"Make a bronze pillar and then lock the prisoner firmly on it. Whether he leans against it or hugs it depends on the executioner's mood.

"Then the bronze pillar will be roasted by fire. As the bronze pillar is slowly heated, the prisoner chained to it will be subjected to cruel frying and roasting torture.

"This kind of pain is worse than being burned by fire. Can you imagine it, brother?"

Ying Zheng said "hmm".

"I don't believe it." Ying Chengjiao shook his head slightly and said, "I don't believe you can imagine it. If you haven't experienced this kind of thing, you can't imagine it anyway."

[I have seen countless movies, bloody, violent, disgusting... I have seen them all.]
[But when I saw the real thing, the feeling was completely different... fear and nausea.]
Ying Zheng was silent for a moment, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt and opened it on both sides.

Ying Chengjiao took just one glance, then sat up straight with red eyes.

His lips trembled.

"Who did it..."

His chest was covered with slightly raised, whitish old scars, like two spider webs entangled together, with few gaps showing the original skin.

There were two new "X" shaped wounds, which had just scabbed over and were half red and half pink.

"Zhao! State!"

Ying Chengjiao asked and answered himself, his voice coming out from between his teeth, filled with hatred.

He had never been so angry as he was now, he really wanted to kill someone.

The Hu clothing covered the scars again.

Ying Zheng pulled up his clothes and said calmly:

“The people of Zhao whipped me with horse whips and once poured boiling water on my wounds.

"I think the pain of the burning punishment should be similar to what I experienced."

Ying Chengjiao closed his mouth, took note of the incident, and did not speak for a long time.

The Qin people don't like to talk too much.

He rubbed his eyes, stopped talking about torture, and tried to speak calmly:
"Ok.

"The Qin State had seventeen kinds of such painful punishments.

"Brother, tell me, is there really anyone who can endure such a painful punishment and not say anything?"

Without waiting for his elder brother to speak, Ying Chengjiao nodded to himself.

“Of course there is.

"I heard that Zhi Bo of Jin treated his retainer Yu Rang with the courtesy of a state scholar. After Zhi Bo was killed by Zhao Xiangzi, Yu Rang avenged Zhi Bo. "Smear lacquer on the body to make the skin rot like leprosy. Swallow charcoal to make the voice hoarse. This is the eighteenth torture.

“As the saying goes, a man will die for his friend. I fully believe that there are brave men like Yu Rang in prison.

"but."

Ying Chengjiao raised a finger.

"Zhibo only has one Yu Rang.

"And there are sixty Yu Rangs who want to kill you?"

Ying Zheng's eyes changed.

It is precisely because loyal warriors like Yu Rang are rare that their reputation can spread throughout the world.

Sixty, impossible.

Ying Chengjiao jumped off the rocking chair.

"The two judges in the court of the Qin State are the best at forcing confessions with torture. They are in charge of seventeen kinds of torture. They have spent an hour and a half but still cannot get a single answer.

"Ah."

He covered his mouth, walked to the wall, squatted down, and waved to his brother.

His brother followed him and he asked his brother to stand in front of him.

The figure of the nine-year-old boy completely covered the body of the seven-year-old child.

The seven-year-old child retched, then immediately covered his mouth, and after a while, he said:
"Brother, you are better than me.

"You saw the bloody battle outside Hangu Pass and nothing happened to you, but I vomited everything.

"An hour and a half ago, I went to the Tingwei Prison and saw those dead bodies. I vomited again when I came out.

"The bloody head of Huayang Bufei just now reminded me of the pile of corpses outside Hangu Pass and the pile of corpses in the Tingwei Prison. Now I feel like vomiting again.

"As the saying goes, you can do it once or twice, but not three times. I will not vomit this time! I want to tell this vomiting body who is the real owner of this walking corpse!"

Ying Zheng's eyes were shaking and his heart was unsettled.

Then I realized that his brother ate so much fruit to suppress the urge to vomit.

Ying Chengjiao swallowed hard a few times, raised one arm in the air, and his arm trembled, leaving an afterimage.

"See? It's still trembling. It's still not over the excitement.

"Sure enough, beating someone up and making him bleed is too much for a social animal like me who can't fight.

"Alas, I don't know if you can understand why it's shaking."

Ying Zheng had his back to the light and his face was dark.

"Can.

"My body was shaking the first time I killed someone."

Ying Chengyu:...

[Zheng Ge, you are just nine years old now...]
“…I have never killed anyone.”

Ying Zheng's eyelids drooped slightly. He didn't believe it. He was a little scared of his brother's brutality just now.

Ying Chengjiao did not look up at his brother, but he seemed to have a third eye above his head, and he immediately said:
“I know you don’t believe it.

"Think about it. When you met with Grandfather, were the two gatekeepers arrested and punished with sticks when you left?"

It had just happened, less than half a day, and the memory was still clear. After thinking about it for a while, Ying Zheng remembered the scene.

[Those two officials are still on duty...]
"You interceded for them?"

"Of course, they broke down the door just following my orders." Ying Chengjiao said as a matter of course.

But Ying Zheng didn't think so.

He had seen it several times in Zhao State. Two princes each sent out a guard, and the surrounding princes bet on who would live and who would die.

His mother told him that this was a very common game.

He began to believe that his brother had never killed anyone.

My brother started talking again.

"Everyone who comes into contact with me says that I am a gentleman and spreads my reputation everywhere. Mencius said that a gentleman can be deceived by his own tactics. Do you know what that means, brother?"

"To deceive a gentleman, one can use methods that are moral and reasonable."

"So even though I had the Qin King's Seal, they still dared to deceive me, using a seemingly plausible excuse."

Ying Chengjiao stood up and looked at the setting sun in the west.

The setting sun caressed his face, leaving a soft orange light.

"look.

"The sun is setting."

(End of this chapter)