The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 269: Bai Ma competes with his father, Cheng Jiao competes with his mother, and the war expands
Chang'an Jun was so angry for Mi Huang that he beat the eldest son of the Bai family, Bai Ma, until his head was broken and bleeding.

The blood on the white horse's head stained the black bear's skin, which glowed with a light red luster when exposed to sunlight, and on the luster floated rainbow streaks that were invisible to the naked eye.

When the white horse was carried back to the Bai family, it was dying, with more exhalation than inhalation. The Bai family was shocked and in a state of panic, with everyone crying and wailing.

Bai Jia, the old patriarch of the Bai family, examined his grandson's injuries and inquired about the details of what happened. In his dim old eyes, there was not only heartache but also contemplation.

Just a girl, is that so?
"Uncle! You have to take charge of the horse!" White Horse's mother Xitao cried, her red and swollen eyes filled with hatred. (Note 1)

Her son had never been injured this badly.

Bai Jia's thoughts were interrupted. He glared at Xi Tao with great displeasure, and a hoarse voice that sounded like a mouthful of phlegm rang out:
“What are you going to do?

"You want Chang'an Jun to die?"

Xitao's hatred grew deeper, but she stopped talking.

She was born in Meng Xibai's family, was the legitimate daughter of the Xi family, and had been carefully brought up since childhood.

Xitao is the most outstanding among the contemporary Xi family's legitimate daughters, otherwise she would not have been able to marry the contemporary eldest son of the Bai family.

Knowing the whole picture, her control and analysis of the situation can be compared with those of the ministers in the court.

She wanted that guy to die, and wanted his entire clan to be wiped out.

She also knew that it was just a thought.

She believed that even though the Qin State was gone and all the Qin royal family members were dead, Meng Xibai was still alive.

But while the Qin State still existed, Meng Xibai had to be subordinate to the Qin family.

That guy is not from the Qin clan, but he is better than the Qin clan.

Apart from the King of Qin, the Qin royal family is the one that that guy is the one you cannot mess with the most.

With a plump figure and a round face, it seems that Xitao, who is usually well-nourished, doesn't say anything angry.

She wiped away the tears gently with her dry wrist, her posture was very beautiful and she didn't look embarrassed at all.

"The horse can't be beaten in vain." The current hostess of the Bai family looked at her husband and uncle with clear eyes: "We need to know the truth behind this."

The semi-retired old patriarch Bai Jia looked at his son, waiting for his answer.

Bai Fan, the current patriarch of the Bai family and Bai Ma's father, did not move for a moment, only his eyeballs shook slightly.

After a moment, Bai Fan pinched his wife's plump shoulders to comfort her, and said indifferently:
"peach.

"It's not a big deal if young people have a quarrel over beauty.

"Let the younger generation solve their own problems."

Xitao is a mother after all, and the calmness that she forced herself to maintain was torn apart by her husband's inaction.

She shook her shoulders and shook off Bai Fan's hand, then walked away angrily in front of the old patriarch of the Bai family without saying a word.

Bai Jia and his son Bai Fan did not try to persuade him to stay.

After Xitao left the house and the footsteps faded away, the old patriarch said in a deep voice:
"If you really want to fight for a woman, would you be so violent?
"They used thirteen pieces of white cloth to wipe the blood. This was a beating to death."

The Patriarch of the Bai Family rubbed his swollen brows, feeling extremely sad about what happened to his son. He sighed, forced himself to think calmly, and said with a wry smile:
“Otherwise, why else would it be?

"Because the horse gave him those six gold cakes? Did that boy think the horse was humiliating him?
"If that's the case, why weren't the two guys from the Baili and Gan families beaten? They were the ones who took out the gold cake.

"I really can't think of any other reason for that fellow to beat the horse except for that little bitch."

"That was too harsh." The old patriarch repeated his doubts.

The doctor said that if he continued to fight or sent him there a little later, his grandson would really die.

If the white horse died, it would be a big deal, a very big deal.

Because Bai Ma is the eldest son of the Bai family.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the next head of the Bai family.

This is mostly the case in large families.

For the sake of stability, each family does not fight with each other.

As long as the eldest son has done nothing wrong and is not a hopeless dandy, he will almost certainly be the next head of the family.

In this way, a family will grow larger and larger and become stronger.

If one of the families is really outstanding and does not want to be inferior to the main family, they can go to another country and set up their own family.

This is called risk sharing. Whoever wins wins, and it is also a common practice among large families.

The father of Zhao general Li Mu, Li Ji, and the Qin Marquis of Longxi, Li Chong, had the same father - Li Tan.

The Xuanwu Gate succession method of the Qin royal family was considered seriously flawed in the eyes of the old Qin nobles.

After 500 years of Qin's history, the number of Qin royal family members is still less than that of the last old Qin nobles.

Every generation of Qin kings would massacre the Qin royal family, and every generation of Qin royal family would desperately support the Qin king. Aren't they all crazy?
"The others were really harsh. The royal family... is just a bunch of lunatics..." Bai Fan's eyes twitched: "That guy is the craziest in the royal family. In the early years, Huayang Bufei was almost beaten to death by that guy. It is said that the guy is loyal, but he is loyal only to his people. If it is not his people..."

The head of the Bai family looked at his son's miserable condition and said nothing more.

The facts are already before us.

Bai Jia's old face twitched, and he snorted coldly, agreeing with his son's opinion.

The new and old heads of the Bai family, one of the three pillars of the old Qin nobles, who was able to call the wind and rain in the Qin State and was as wise as the ocean, could never have imagined it.

Bai Ma, the next generation patriarch of the Bai family, was nearly beaten to death because of a dark red blood spot on a gold cake that could not be seen without careful observation.

Even if Gongzi Chengjiao stood in front of them and told them the reason in person, they would just think that Gongzi Chengjiao was lying.

They couldn't understand the reason.

They did not take the lives of the untouchables seriously.

"Let the younger generation solve their problems..." Bai Jia repeated, turning his head: "Let the king kill the royal family."

The bitter smile on Bai Fan's lips turned into a smile, and he nodded:
"That's exactly what my son meant."

In recent generations of Qin kings, none of them could accept a brother or uncle who had a chance to take the throne hanging around before them.

When King Wulie was king, King Zhaoxiang was far away in the State of Yan.

When King Zhaoxiang was king, he killed an entire clan.

The old Qin nobles were to be inferior to the Qin family.

It is the Qin family as a whole that is in a low position, not any particular individual.

What's more, that boy is not from the Qin clan and cannot represent the Qin clan!

The reason why women marry into political marriages is not only because of the patriarchal society, but also because women are not naturally suited to playing politics.

Women often think very differently from men.

The white horse was injured, and its parents seemed to be seeking revenge for their son, but in fact their intentions were quite different.

Xi Tao, who was trained by the Xi family, took revenge for his son as his starting point.

My son has suffered so much, I must take revenge.

No matter how difficult this road is, I will avenge my son! My son is so miserable!
Bai Fan, who was also trained by a big family, undeniably started out with the goal of avenging his son.

Determine revenge.

To what extent?
To kill Ying Chengjiao.

At this point, Bai Fan no longer thought about how miserable and pitiful his son's injury was. He was only thinking about how to kill Ying Chengjiao.

Most men think rationally. Once they determine the direction, they will automatically exclude emotions and only think about how to do the thing well.

Only when victory is finally approaching will the repressed emotions burst out.

The winner is the one who declares victory, and the loser is the villain who dies because of talking too much.

Women...are too emotional.

Most of the time, they cannot distinguish between feelings and things, and always act based on their emotions.

If you try to reason with them, they will think you are cold-hearted and will then think “What is there to talk about with someone as cold-hearted as you?”

They believe that the difference between humans and animals is that humans are emotional, and those who are not emotional and only rational are not humans.

This kind of emotional thinking that men cannot understand prevents them from becoming political subjects, but only makes them political vassals.

If a woman wants to break this situation, there are two ways:
First, be a rational-thinking woman.

The second is that women around the world have changed, their physical fitness has rapidly improved to the point where they generally surpass men, allowing emotional thinking to become the dominant force in politics. Ji Yaoyao is the former.

After being invited back to the shop by Zhao Dashu for the second time, Ying Chengjiao, who came out of the shop at midnight, ignored the curfew and returned to Li Yigong.

Pushing the door open, the front hall was brightly lit.

My mother, who usually went to bed at this time, found a large desk from somewhere and lay down in a corner to write furiously.

Ji Yaoyao looked extremely small in front of the big case.

No matter how strong a person is, he will look insignificant when sitting alone in front of a large desk that can seat twenty people.

The young man, who was in neither a good nor a bad mood, looked at the large table, which was supposed to be used to place a map of the Central Plains or a sand table for generals to simulate wars, and instead there were neatly arranged one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... many stacks of bamboo slips. He was dumbfounded.

[broken!]
The last time the boy saw this scene was when he was five years old.

Because his mother disobeyed King Zhaoxiang of Qin in order to protect him, he imprisoned her.

A day later, his mother was released by King Zhaoxiang of Qin and became his wife.

Ying Chengjiao, who was sent back by King Zhaoxiang of Qin in the evening, felt stressed when he saw the bamboo slips on the ground that were enough to bury him ten times.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, he pushed down a pile and pulled open a scroll of bamboo slips to see what his mother had written.

After struggling to decipher nearly two quarters of unpunctuated classical Chinese, Ying Chengjiao, who was not even a teenager, had his head covered in cold sweat and his hair was soaked.

His mother was plotting how to kill King Zhaoxiang of Qin!

"Mother..." The boy walked to his mother, his voice trembling.

He massaged his mother's shoulders and stole a glance at her beautiful handwriting.

I can't understand it at the moment.

Compared with last time, mother used punctuation this time, but the theme of the text is still classical Chinese.

Classical Chinese is not completely without benefits, at least for Ji Yaoyao.

The concise classical Chinese allows her to write down a lot of information in a limited space.

[Such a grand ceremony... Only Brother Zheng is worthy of it...]
The boy swallowed hard and kneaded more vigorously:

"Who are you trying to deal with?"

"Meng Xibai." Ji Yaoyao kept writing, her voice very gentle: "It's so late, you must be exhausted. I asked someone to prepare hot water, you can go to bed after you bathe your feet."

"Meng, Xi, Bai." The young man blinked, looking at the army of bamboo slips on the table that looked very stressful, and the frequency of kneading slowed down unconsciously: "Mother, didn't we say it? Now is not the time to attack the nobles. Besides, Meng Xibai, why are you equipped with so many bamboo slips? You are not going to kill my brother and help me take the position, right?"

The pen stops.

Ji Yaoyao turned back, and there was a trace of fatigue on her beautiful face that could not be removed even after being concealed:

"You almost killed the white horse."

"I am the great Lord Chang'an, what's wrong with killing a white horse? Killing a horse is not okay? I will not only kill white horses, I will also kill black horses, red horses, yellow horses..." As he spoke, Ying Chengjiao's voice became smaller.

My mother's gentle gaze was too oppressive, much more frightening than my father's angry glare.

The young man shrank his neck, not daring to make any more jokes, and muttered in a low voice:

“I couldn’t help it…”

"It's okay, I'll fight you if you want." Ji Yaoyao smiled, not surprised at all: "Go to sleep quickly, ah."

"He won't die. I know my limits... and I'm acting in the name of Mi Huang. It's not that serious to be jealous. The last time I beat my uncle, it was even worse than this, and Grandmother only made him kneel as punishment."

Ji Yaoyao smiled and said nothing.

When Qin Zichu was the Crown Prince, she was a great help to Qin Zichu and knew this group of old Qin nobles better than her son did.

The Qin nobles were no good at external wars but good at internal fighting.

Meng Xibai, who was dissatisfied with Qin Xiaogong's reform, dared to kill Qin Huiwenwang, who was still the crown prince at the time, and lured the ignorant Qin Huiwenwang to slaughter people, which violated the new law and should be punished by death. What was there that they dared not do? (Note 2)

If you touch my son, you will die!
Ying Chengjiao laughed dryly, and his laughter was very stiff. He still did not realize the seriousness of the problem and still suspected that the person his mother wanted to deal with was his brother.

He happily brought a chair and sat next to his mother:

"I'm not sleepy yet. I'm still energetic. Let me see what mother wrote."

Ji Yaoyao glanced at her son, feeling a little jealous:

"If your brother and your mother fell into the water, who would you save?"

[Who told my mother this stupid question?] Ying Chengjiao complained in his heart and said loudly:
"I will definitely save you, mother!"

"Your brother can't swim. He will drown."

"That's you, mother!"

"My mother knows how to swim, so she can't be drowned."

"Then I have to save my mother first. Who is Ying Zheng? How can he compare to my mother? No one can compare to my mother!"

"Where's Bai Wuxia?"

"What is Bai Wuxia?"

"Where's Tian Yan?"

"What the hell is Tian Yan?"

Ji Yaoyao was satisfied and said "hmm" happily:
"Look."

An hour later...

"Mother... Have you ever considered what will happen to the Qin State if all these three clans and their followers are killed? The grassroots will be paralyzed."

"I care about that?"

"Hiss...then don't kill them first."

"No, they have to die."

"If they die, the country will be gone."

"Then I don't care."

"Mother, you have to take care of it! I am a prince of Qin! I don't want to go into exile!"

"Okay, okay, take care of it."

"...Mother, is it possible to kill all these old Qin nobles without causing unrest in Qin?"

"Ah."

"Mother is awesome, I'll just sit here and see what she can come up with."

"I can't figure it out while you sit here. Go to bed and you'll know in the morning."

"it is good."

After a tiring day, Ying Chengjiao fell asleep on the pillow, waiting to wake up and look for his mother the next day.

He wanted to see how his mother would solve the problem that had been bothering him.

Less than two quarters of an hour.

The sleeping palace and crown prince palace of King Zheng of Qin.

Climbing up from the beauty, his chest bare to reveal his muscular body, Qin Wangzheng, who knew Ji Yaoyao but not much, played with a bamboo slip and fell into deep thought. (Note 3)

[Cheng Jiao wants to ease the conflict again?]
[I asked you to discuss important matters with Lü Buwei, why did you use his mother’s name…]
An hour later.

Prime Minister's Mansion.

Being awakened from his sleep, Lu Buwei, who knew how powerful Ji Yaoyao was, looked at the letter in his hand and also fell into deep thought.

There are four big words at the end of Jane:

【Written by Yaoyao herself. 】

[Does the young master know about this...?]
[First find Zhao Dashu, then move Madam Ji, and invite me to meet the king...]
[Could it be that... the young master really persuaded the king... to rebel against him?]
[A saint does not act lightly, and he acts in pairs?]
…………

[Note 1: Er Ya: Explanation of Relatives: A wife calls her husband’s father “Jun” (older uncle) and her husband’s mother “Aunt” (older aunt).]

[Note 2: There is no historical evidence to prove this, it was fabricated by the editor.]

【Note 3: Jian refers to the bamboo strips on the bamboo slips. 】

(End of this chapter)