The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 280: Chunping screams in pain, the white horse is frightened, the young master loves the world

Ying Chengjiao never considered himself a gentleman, nor did he ever think of himself as the virtuous and benevolent person that his teachers, brothers, and other scholars and princes spoke of.

If she was truly virtuous, why would she, at the age of seven, take the initiative to order the two supervisors of the Imperial Court to carry out the cruel punishment of lingchi?

If he was truly a gentleman, why would he plot to harm Lian Po, who was very fond of him?
If he was truly merciful, how could he sit back and watch Lin Xiangru, who risked his life to help him, die?

The golden body is for outsiders to see, it cannot deceive yourself.

When hearing the praise from others, Ying Chengjiao felt that the word "loyal" was correct.

But...valuing affection means valuing family, friendship, and love.

Is this also praiseworthy?
It's not about being loyal to love.

Ying Chengjiao has always positioned himself as a person who is a little bit ruthless and willful.

Without that bit of ruthlessness, he would not have been able to make a name for himself in his previous life, and he would not have traveled around the countries and called himself the King of the East in this life.

Because he was willful, when Bai Ma offered the money, he knew clearly that even if he found an excuse of jealousy to cover up the real reason, he would still fight even if it would cause trouble.

Now, he wants to fight the white horse again.

Killed.

Because of the waiter? Definitely, but not entirely.

Before the dinner, neither he nor the slave waiter knew each other.

And if the waiter had not been frightened and knocked over the salt dish, Ying Chengjiao would not have had any impression of him after he left.

The only time in his life that the Jade Emperor looked at General Juanlian in the eye was when he accidentally knocked over a glass cup.

Master Chengjiao didn't feel anything whether the waiter died or not.

In his previous life, Li Yi and in this life, Ying Chengjiao could not be like Mozhe, falling in love with every person in this world with whom he or she had no contact at all.

People who have intersections...to talk about love, Ying Chengjiao thinks it is an exaggeration.

He felt that Mencius's summary of this emotion was very correct - compassion.

Everyone has compassion.

He felt pity for the waiter who spilled the salt and offered to help him.

He didn't look at her directly, not even with his peripheral vision.

So now I can only imagine the waiter's joy as he ran out of the banquet room and escaped the disaster.

It was all a false joy.

The person he wanted to save was not saved, but instead lost his life because of his words of rescue.

The head was cut off and served as a delicacy, placed on the table in front of him to please him.

A certain young man was angry that the dead waiter was the waiter he wanted to rescue, and he was angry that the waiter died right in front of his eyes.

But this is actually not the most infuriating point.

What made him most angry was that this young life was lost because of a nobleman's impulse.

For no reason, the young man thought of Chu Mo, who acted according to "morality" and punished evil and promoted good.

I thought of Deng Lingxue, the great leader of Chu and Mo who tried to persuade people to die, and when that didn't work, he would send them to death.

The conversation ended that day.

他 说:

"I am not a saint. I cannot love everyone in the world selflessly like a great man."

Deng Ling's Theory:

"The young master does not love everyone in the world, the young master loves the world."

[Love the world... me?] Ying Chengjiao thought, smiling and nodding heavily at the white horse in front of him.

The boy repeated the previous sentence, adding an interjection to emphasize the emotion and intentionally stressing it:

"Very good."

It is easy to beat up Bai Ma, and it is also easy to find a suitable reason.

Confucianism says that a gentleman cannot bear to see animals die, so he stays away from the kitchen.

This world-renowned gentleman was moved by the sight of someone dying and even became angry and beat the white horse.

It makes sense and is reasonable.

In the past, young people would definitely do this.

Not this time.

He did not follow his temper this time because he had a bigger agenda.

He wanted the white horse to die, and he also wanted the nobles to die.

In the past, it was for pleasure, but now it is for life.

Everyone can become a saint, but a white horse is not a human.

Most of the Bai family are like Bai Ma, and most of the nobles are like the Bai family, and they are not human.

Those who are not human, living for the sake of humans, should all die.

The boy who had nothing to do was sandwiched between his teachers and brothers finally found something to do.

Let Meng Xibai become Meng Xi, and let the three old Qin aristocratic leaders become the two old Qin aristocratic leaders.

It is what the young man wants to do most at the moment.

Shang Jun did not kill Meng Xibai yet, so Ying Chengjiao continued to kill him.

The white horse looked happy and was joyful in his heart.

But deep in my heart I felt very sad about the horse that had died less than half an hour ago.

Although the eldest son of the Bai family has a respected status, he only has one thousand-mile horse that he got at the coming-of-age ceremony when he was twenty years old.

If he had known that killing a slave would make Chang'an Jun happy, why would he kill a thousand-mile horse? A thousand eight hundred slaves are not worth a thousand-mile horse!

It seems that the host and the guests are very happy here.

Zhao Yi, who seemed to be drunk, drank from the front of the left row of the banquet room to the end of the left row, then moved to the end of the right row, and then drank with the guests in the right row.

He had clinked glasses with most of the people at the table, and came up to them when the host, Bai Ma, was having a lively conversation with the most distinguished guest, Chang'an Jun.

A muddy laugh escaped from his throat, and he looked very happy:

"Mr. Chang'an, I offer you a toast. Come, come, come!"

He broke into a jog, stumbling over his left foot and knocking over a table. The dried fruits rolled all over the floor, and at least half of the wine in the jug was spilled.

Zhao Yi pounced on the table in front of Ying Chengjiao, put his elbows on the table, and greedily drank the remaining half of the wine in the jug.

Half of the wine flowed out from his leaking mouth.

He knelt on the ground, raised his head with hazy eyes:
"Sir, drink!"

Without waiting for Ying Chengjiao to reply, he seemed to lower his head unintentionally, his eyes fixed on the plate of valuable horse liver on the table in front of Ying Chengjiao.

His eyes lit up.

“I haven’t eaten this dish worth eight hundred gold coins!” Zhao Yi licked the corner of his mouth and slurped his saliva: “Chang’an Jun doesn’t eat it, so I’ll eat it! Yi’ll eat it, hahahaha!”

Alcohol-smelling spit flew everywhere.

Before his laughter had died down, he had already stretched out his hand towards the plate of thousand-mile horse liver, his fingers with black mud embedded in the nails bent into an ugly chicken claw shape.

He looked like a lowly beggar fighting for food on the street.

The candlelight reflected a cold light on the edge of the porcelain plate, reflecting Ying Chengjiao's half-smile.

When Zhao Yi's chicken claw was only three inches away from the thousand-mile horse liver, Ying Chengjiao took action.

The wide sleeves fluttered like a startled white crane.

The hand pulls out as fast as lightning and the grab is as fast as thunder.

The young man grabbed Zhao Yi's wrist fiercely, and the jade ring collided with the wrist bone with a dull sound.

The knuckles turned blue and white from the force, and the reaction force caused pain in the boy's five finger joints.

This time, the boy used all his strength.

When something unexpected happens, the body will naturally make a violent instinctive reaction to it.

A determined person who has been pretending will instinctively suppress the body's instinctive reactions in order to conceal his disguise.

Everything is like yin and yang, with advantages and disadvantages - this is the principle that Zou Zi taught Ying Chengjiao.

Zhao Yi's brows furrowed for a moment, and the drunkenness that had been shrouding him disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared!
He subconsciously looked into the boy's eyes, the flickering candle flame was reflected in his pupils, and in the candle flame was a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Drunkness enveloped Zhao Yi again, going away as quickly as it came.

The former crown prince of Zhao State grinned, bared his teeth, and screamed in the rural slang of Zhao State, shaking his wrists vigorously.

Ying Chengjiao grabbed his wrist tightly and prevented Zhao Yi from leaving.

"Marquis Chunping." The young man lowered his head and asked with a smile, the curve of his lips was perfect as if measuring: "Is it just starting to hurt?"

The soft and caring tone was wrapped in a bone-chilling chill.

The frequency of Zhao Yi's wrist tremors instantly increased to the extreme, but the amplitude of the vibrations dropped to a fraction of a second.

Zhao Yi fell to the ground, covering his wrist and rolling around, crying out in pain.

[Although this boy is called a boy, he is definitely not the kind of person who is ignorant of government affairs and only knows how to study classics and write books as Bai Ma said!]
Zhao Yi rolled left and right, observing the young man who appeared and disappeared out of the corner of his eye.

The lively atmosphere in the venue suddenly died down.

The waiter bowed his head and closed his eyes, praying that his master would not vent his anger on him.

The guests were either sitting or standing, holding wine cups or picking up chopsticks, their eyes switching between the tumbling Chunping Marquis, the standing white horse's back, and Chang'an Jun whose smile had never faded.

The atmosphere in the field suddenly changed, but the owner of the field, Bai Ma, was out of control.

The eldest son of the Bai family felt as if he was struck by lightning. He was terrified and his smile was forced.

Although Ying Chengjiao spoke softly to Zhao Yi just now, Bai Ma, who was close by, heard it clearly and was extremely panicked.

After Bai Ma woke up from the beating, he realized that he was beaten because of what he said about Mi Huang, and he became furious on the spot.

He cursed Ying Chengjiao, calling him a scoundrel who deserved to die, smashed seventeen utensils in the house, killed three servants, and finally calmed down a little.

Based on the beating, he characterized Ying Chengjiao as a knowledgeable but brainless boy.

The old Qin nobles believed that the brain was not about reason, but about politics and being a human being.

The white horse's lips trembled and his mouth twitched more than ten times, but he couldn't utter a word.

He couldn't say it, but he understood it in his heart.

The boy would not be able to tell that Zhao Yi was pretending to be drunk, let alone say that double-entendre remark.

pain.

It refers to both the hands and the heart.

My hand only starts to hurt when I grab your wrist?

You, the Marquis of Chunping and former crown prince of Zhao, left Zhao and came to my Qin as a hostage for such a long time before you came to see me. Are you feeling heartbroken only now?

"Brother Bai." Ying Chengjiao broke the strange atmosphere, nodded at Zhao Yi who was still rolling on the ground, and smiled naturally: "Hurry up and ask someone to help Chunping Hou go down to find a doctor."

"Yes, yes, yes, your Excellency is right." Bai Ma was like a robot that had been programmed to do something. He kept repeating, "Find a doctor, yes, find a doctor, a doctor..."

The two discerning waiters took the initiative to help the screaming Chunping Marquis out of the banquet room without waiting for the host's instructions.

Bai Ma looked at Zhao Yi's back and really hoped that he would be the one being helped out.

Compared with Zhao Yi, his disguise is nothing.

If you can see through Zhao Yi’s disguise, you can also see through Bai Ma’s disguise.

If one can see through his Bai Ma disguise, one can also see the Bai family’s sinister intentions.

[If I had known this guy's true face, I wouldn't have done it so obviously...]
"Brother Bai." A familiar and terrifying voice wrapped in an icy smile sounded in Bai Ma's ears.

The white horse was so frightened that the hair on the back of its neck stood up, and it trembled for who knows how many times in just a short while.

He turned around quickly, and the hem of his brocade clothes swept over the Chu Feng lacquer box containing the pickled plums. He instinctively took two steps back timidly.

Feeling that he had lost face for the Bai family, he seemed to catch a glimpse of servants and guests laughing with their heads down, so he took a step forward.

He paused for a moment, took another half step forward, and the corners of his mouth pulled into a reluctant arc:
"Please speak, my lord."

Chang'an Jun came to the white horse at some point, holding a bottle of wine in one hand.

He handed the bottle of wine in his left hand to the white horse, and the single eye of the Taotie on the three-legged bronze goblet was facing the white horse's throat.

His right hand slightly raised the wine jar, and the wine in the jar was like a mirror, reflecting the slightly trembling eyebrows of the white horse.

Young Master Chengjiao raised his eyebrows, the candlelight cast a knife-like shadow on his brow bone, and his natural phoenix eyes were particularly captivating:

"Drink a bottle?"

The white horse swallowed its saliva, its Adam's apple moved, and its clothes were pulled.

He felt it was tight again, the torn shirt was pinching his neck!

He took the bottle of wine with both hands, and his fingertips touched the cold bottle, and he shivered slightly as if he was frozen.

Ying Chengjiao's eyes moved.

Smile.

Silent.

The young man drank it first, then turned the bottle upside down, and the remaining wine dripped slowly:
"Drink victory!"

"Yin Sheng." Bai Ma's voice was dry, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from sand and gravel.

He raised his hands together and took a sip of the wine.

The wine, which was usually delicious, tasted bitter and had a hint of rust today.

Pain came from the tip of my tongue.

The white horse, who was drinking with his head tilted back, realized it slowly and didn't know when he had bitten the tip of his tongue.

Blood seeped into the gaps between the teeth.

Mix in bitter wine and add fishy sweetness.

He followed Master Chengjiao's example and turned the wine jar upside down.

Ying Chengjiao shouted "Cai" and turned around to pour himself a full bottle of wine.

Raise it high above your head, facing the guests in the room:

"I toast to you all, and drink to victory!"

The young man drank another bottle of wine.

"Drink to victory!" everyone shouted.

All the guests in the hall stood up, raised their cups and drank with Chang'an.

Ying Chengjiao put his arm around the white horse's shoulders, and the two of them returned to their respective seats.

The guests looked at each other for a moment, then toasted each other and celebrated. The atmosphere was even more lively than before.

After a round of drinks.

Seven brass dancers entered the venue wearing gauze dresses.

One lead dancer and seven supporting dancers.

The lead dancer has bright eyes and white teeth, and a natural hint of shyness. When she lowers her head, she displays a thousand kinds of charm.

Her appearance and figure were so beautiful that even Ying Chengjiao, who was used to seeing beauties, couldn't help but have his eyes light up and keep his gaze on her.

Brass tube dancing, which should actually be called brass tube striptease, is an open dance that is extremely seductive.

The lead dancer's long legs, almost completely exposed, are a pale pink like ripe peaches, and at first glance take up two-thirds of her body. This dance, which requires various movements on the copper pipes, gives her an innate advantage.

His feet left the ground and climbed onto the copper pipe.

The sweat at the bend of the knee condensed into a string of pearls, and when the arch of the foot was stretched tight, it looked like a fully drawn mulberry bow.

The long white legs shone brightly in the candlelight.

The friction on the copper tube made a "squeaking" sound, which was like the clear sound of a gold foil bell breaking.

As long as there are strange noises, there will always be guests with thirsty mouths drinking.

This woman's actions are extremely open, but her expression is extremely shy.

She lowered her head, as if she couldn't bear to see anyone, and her face became redder the more she danced.

As each piece of clothing was about to fall off, she would either bite her lips or shed tears.

When clothes fell off, she would gently hold them up with her bare hands, as if trying to retrieve them.

The feelings of reluctance and unwillingness are beyond appearances.

The shy girl and the open dance, these two things that should have been inherently contradictory were forced together and turned out to be surprisingly harmonious.

All the guests in the room watched the performance with rapt attention, including Ying Chengjiao, the inventor of brass dance.

In the past life, Douyin was full of dazzling flowers, and the flowers on the edge were the ones carrying the banner.

In the midst of new ideas and the elimination of old things every year, the contrast always stands out and has never lacked an audience.

When the song was over, all the clothes were gone.

The lead dancer covered her face with her hands and saluted with a look of shame and anger.

However, it is not facing the white horse in the main seat, but facing Ying Chengjiao, the first person in the right row.

"What a pair of beautiful legs!" Prince Dan of Yan laughed loudly, "A beauty loves a hero. This girl doesn't bow to her master but to the prince. It's obvious that she has fallen in love with the prince. Does the prince like this girl?"

Thanks to the example of the waiter above, Ying Chengjiao was afraid that these inhuman nobles would kill people just to please him, so he nodded repeatedly with a lewd smile on his face:

"She has good legs and she is a beauty. I love her very much."

On the main seat, Bai Ma, who no longer looked abnormal, tugged at his collar for the seventh time, shook it left and right twice, and smiled with a hint of flattery:

"In that case, this girl will be given to Lord Chang'an!"

(End of this chapter)